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bnha x f!reader
reverse harem, my hero academia x fem!reader, slowburn

Ever since your Quirk first manifested, youâve been the apple of everyoneâs eye. With the goal of becoming a hero, you enroll to U.A. and soon find yourself drawing the attention of many. Will you form genuine connections with others, or is this all just your power's will?
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There were only a few days left until the Sports Festival. Though youâd expected it, you hadnât been able to work on your Quirk much at all, but the fact that nobody knew your powers yet was definitely to your advantage. Youâd been keeping up with your studies over the last week and a half, annoying Katsuki with text messages, and most notablyâmeeting up to train with Izuku.
You definitely felt a strong connection to the freckled boy. He was quick to get flustered, had a habit of mumbling to himself every now and then, but it was clear that he had a heart of gold. He was kind and gentle; two traits that were incredibly important for a hero. You liked to think that you had a similar gentleness about you, but it probably couldnât compare to Izukuâs. The two of you were similar in that your Quirks were a bit difficult to work with, but there was a lot you could learn from his spirit and determination.
âThanks for breakfast,â you said, setting your plate aside. âWould it be alright if I maybe had a friend come over today?â
Freja smiled at you. âIt looks like youâve already gotten close to your classmates in such a short time.â She picked up your plate and turned towards Mikael with a frown. âExcuse me. What did we say about painting at the dining table?â
âHm?â Mikael blinked, paintbrush in hand, feigning innocence. âWhatâs this now? [Name] wants to have a friend over?â
âPlease donât try to change the subject.â
âOf course she can have a friend over,â he smiled. âWhat time were they thinking of coming?â
Frejaâs brow began to twitch. âMikael. Kindly get the art supplies off the table.â
âOh, just a few more minutes? Iâm almost done with this section.â
She let out a begrudging sigh, and you laughed, knowing full well how much she loathed cleaning up after Mikael left a whirlwind of paint splotches in his stead.
âI havenât actually asked him yet,â you said. âJust wanted to let you know that itâs a possibility. Iâll let you know what he says.â
You left the room, and just in timeâMikael had apparently spilled some paint onto the floor and Freja was about to chew his head off. Even though youâd been spending a lot of time with Izuku this last week, heâd never been to your home before. It probably wasnât the best place for training, admittedly, but a part of you just wanted to take a breather for a day.
â[Name]-chan, this is your houseâŠ?!â
A few hours after your text conversation, Izuku showed up to your home, emerald eyes as bright and wide as youâd ever seen them. You giggled a bit at his reaction. You didnât normally have people over, just because you didnât want them to think you were some sort of overly important person. Mikael was the one with the wealth and stature, and though he was your legal guardian, you didnât want your home to be what people based their impression of you off of. Your Quirk already made it hard enough to tell who really liked you for who you were.
âI know it seems a little intimidating, but it just comes across that way at first,â you reassured. âEveryone is super nice and accommodating. Iâm sure theyâll love you.â
Izuku nodded rigidly, though you could tell by the look in his eyes that he was very much still dazed and in awe. You led him inside, where Freja and Mikael were waiting to greet him in the lobby. Rui wasnât working today, which was a bit of shame. You were sure sheâd be over the moon to see that youâd brought a boy over.
âHello,â Mikael greeted, extending his hand out. âYou must be Izuku. Iâm Mikael, [Name]âs legal guardian.â
âI-Itâs very nice to meet you!â the boy squeaked.
âIâm Freja,â she introduced. âItâs a pleasure to have you here. I was wondering who [Name] had been spending all her time with these days.â
Mikael grinned. âShe canât stop talking about you! It seems like youâre one of her closest friends from the class.â
Izuku went red as a tomato, glancing over towards you for confirmation. You nodded, laughing, and his blush somehow deepened even more. He was so easy to read that it was almost criminal.
âWould you like some food?â Mikael offered.
âOh, um⊠itâs fine! I ate just before I came here.â
âI see. Well, I hope you two have a good time. If thereâs anything you need, donât hesitate to ask either Freja or myself.â
âYes, thank you so much!â
Izuku flashed them a bright smile, and you didnât waste a beat before grabbing his hand and leading him along. He stammered out, so flustered he was speaking in squeaks, but he didnât let go of your hand for a second as you gave him the tour of the manor.
âThis is the downstairs kitchen,â you said.
âThereâs more than one kitchen?!â
âYes. And this⊠is one of eight washrooms in the place. Or maybe thereâs more. I donât remember.â
âThereâs more than eight washrooms?!â
Each and every one of his reactions was priceless, and by the end of the tour your stomach hurt from all the laughing. You finally led him towards your bedroom, but as you began to open the door, you could feel the resistance of Izuku tugging back on your hand.
You frowned at him. âIzuku-kun?â
âS-Sorry.â He was staring down at the floor, looking guilty for some reason. âIâve never⊠been inside a girlâs room before. Somehow, it feels like Iâm doing something I shouldnât beâŠâ
Heâs so cute. I love him.
âWeâre friends, so of course Iâd let you in my room,â you smiled. âItâs nothing too special anyways. See?â You pushed open the door and gave his hand a small tug. Compared to the rest of the manor, your room wasnât all that outlandish. It was decorated with your favorite colors, some poster and magazine cut-outs taped to the walls, accessories and clothes and various other things cluttered together. Come to think of it, you probably shouldâve cleaned up a bit before having a guest over.
âItâs really cute,â Izuku breathed out. Not two seconds later, he realized what heâd just said, and started stammering out apologies. You laughed again.
âThanks. Iâm glad you like it. Oh, yeahâyouâre a huge fan of All Mightâs, arenât you?â
He flashed you a sheepish smile. âUm⊠yes. I mean, you know that heâs my inspiration for becoming a hero in the first place, so Iâm definitely a fan. I might even be his biggest fanâŠâ
âYou probably have a lot of merch and stuff, right?â
âI guess it depends on what you mean by a lot?â
âSo, thatâs a yes,â you laughed. âWell, I probably donât have you beat or anything, but since Mikael travels overseas so much, heâs able to score a bunch of merchandise that isnât available in stores here. Especially in America, thereâs so much stuff dedicated to All Might. Look.â
You walked over towards your desk, opening up the lowest drawer. There were tons of things inside, but what you were interested in was the mint-condition figurine still secured in its box. You showed it to Izuku and watched the eyes nearly bulge out of his head.
âT-Thatâsâ!â He stuck out his pointer finger, mouth agape. âItâs part of the series with his Golden Age outfit thatâs sold exclusively in America! I wanted to order it online, but it was so rare that you could only buy it in stores during its launch! I-I canât believe youâre in possession of such a treasure, [Name]-chanâŠ!â
His excitement was even more pronounced than youâd been expecting. You smiled brightly, placing the box in his hands. âThere. Itâs yours now, Izuku-kun.â
âEh? N-No way!â he stammered out. âThis is limited edition! Youâre never going to be able to buy it anywhere ever again!â
âThatâs fine by me. I was actually hoping to show it to you. I definitely like All Might, but Iâm nowhere near as big of a fan as you are. Iâd rather it belong to someone who can appreciate it.â
âSeriouslyâŠ?â Izuku stared down at the boxed figurine, incredulous. âBut even still⊠this is way too much! Thereâs no way Iâd ever be able to repay youâŠâ His big green eyes began to well with tears, and before you realized it, heâd begun to cry.
âIzuku-kun? Oh, noâI didnât mean to make you cry! Iâm sorry!â
He sniffled, cradling the figurine to his chest. âN-No⊠Iâm just so h-happy⊠ugh. Sorry⊠you probably think Iâm so lame right nowâŠâ
âNo, of course not.â You ruffled his curly hair with your fingers. Almost immediately, his tears stopped, and a deep flush overtook his cheeks instead. âYouâre really amazing, working with a power like the one you have. It must be pretty scary to have to worry about injuring yourself so severely every time you use it. I couldnât imagine.â
âThat just means I need to get stronger,â he said resolutely. âI havenât made this power fully mine yet.â
âFully yours?â
âN-Nevermind!â he squeaked, jolting back as if heâd seen a ghost. âI was just mumbling to myself again!â
âHa-ha, alright. Do you want to watch a movie or something?â
âUm, yes! Iâm good with whatever you want to do, [Name]-chan.â He smiled shyly, still cradling the boxed figurine to his chest. âI really donât know how to repay you, even if you say itâs not that big of a deal. For me, this is huge.â
You giggled, lightly tapping by the freckles on his cheek. âItâs fine for now. But maybe one day Iâll ask you for a little favor in return.â
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ha! đ ! except that iâm doing uno reverse and sending one to you! (and especially since youâve already written it once for me and i even printed it out!!!)
dear coco, so i know how you always want to bring even the tiniest smile to peopleâs faces! you are the sunshine that peeks from behind the clouds during the cloudy days â
ïž but iâm smacking you affectionately because oftentimes in your selfship dynamics you mention that your dear beloveds soothe your heart after you give it away to everyone around on an open palm â and you should listen to that inner voice! âš treat yourself first, be a little selfish, make sure to feel comfortable before you comfort others â€ïžâđ©č let me tell you again â i am shaking you and telling you this because a happy and healthy coco guarantees even more happy people around her! đ„ș i love your prose, love your poetry that you sneak so elegantly in between sentences and paragraphs â itâs been a while since iâve read anything from you and i understand that there are things that you must focus on first, but no matter the passing time, yours will always be one of the styles that inspired me the most in my writing journey on here! đ„č your presence here has been influencing my life in the most positive way ever since becoming mooties with you! you always put so much thought into remembering everyoneâs personalities, lives, preferences and stories! đž but i wanted to make sure that you know how it also feels to be on the receiving side of love (though i know iâm not the only one adoring you so much and certainly there are so many others who would stand right beside you if you only needed a shoulder to lean on) đ©·
àŒŒïŸ ÂŽàŒàș¶ ïč àŒàș¶àŒœ ïŸ *: ïżœïżœïŸđ when manu wears the biggest ever size of meanie pants ever... /silly
(i will acknowledge & respond to your own đ to me in the tags, if that's okay!! đ„ș oh my goodness đ„șđ„ș)
3 days later and i think i have finally collected myself enough to respond to this WAH... I AM SO SORRY TO KEEP YOU WAITING MANU! đ„ș i am uno reversing your uno reverse >:3 hehe, i remember that i wrote you one of these last year, in april!!!! it's always been a difficult month for me, so it made me really happy + meant the whole world to be able to write something for you and have you receive it with all the love in your heart đ„ș so much so that you even printed it out (i cried tears of joy last year when you told me that AODKJFAJ i am so sorry đ). i hope you don't mind that i give last year's message a sibling LOL, with what i am about to say to you now!!!! (â â>âÏâ<â â)Â
dearest manu mousie, manu the great, my manumimii!
where do i even begin with youuuu ;w; /pos!!!!! maybe i can start with how much i love (and also fear /lh, because you are truly so... omniscient lol!) how perceptive you are... the way you make people feel seen (exhibit a, the contents of this ask asdfghjkl) and look so deep into their hearts... i think you are incredibly excellent at analysing people and charaters /POS and i feel like this is very evident in your fics and character studies!!!!! it is due in large part to your introspection which is another thing i love about you :D and why i think i find a great deal of comfort in you đ„ș because i am always especially drawn to these kinds of people!! people who you don't need to wear a mask around because they will be able to see through you anyway... it's very soothing in a sense to know that you are like this đ„șđ and it only inspires me to be more perceptive too!! i hope i can be as caring and kind as manu is some day, heheh (àčâąÌáŽâąÌàč) đ
which brings me to my next pointâi love all the ways in which you are quietly kind and looking out for your friendsâagain, as evidenced by this ask, wah... BUT ALSO!!! in how you do other things for them! đ„ș little blurbs in their mailbox (i revisit that xiangli one you wrote me not so long ago) or even drawings!!! perhaps i don't ship with haitham anymore, but the doodle you gifted me last year has always been a widget on my phone :3 and it will continue to be!!! that was the very first time anyone had ever drawn me something just out of the goodness of their heart, let alone gifted me anything of the sort!!!! đ„șđ„ș so it is something i hold really really close. it makes me smile SO BIG!! and kick my feet all excitedly to see you do that for your other friends here too HEHEâwhen i look at femi's pfp... vana's pinned... i am reminded of just how big and bursting with love that your heart is đ„șđ
i love how much you have grown on here over the past year. âïž in terms of your writingâwhich has been such a pleasure to witness over time how you've grown into a style that is so distinctly manu!! đ„șđ„ș because like! đ„ș i remember so distinctly a certain post you made last year about wanting to improve your writing and your vocabulary and finding your 'own writing voice' đ„ș look at you now!!! with your lush descriptions and rich prose and dynamic characterisation, IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY!!!!! AND PROUD!!! and i hope you too, are proud of yourself friend đ„čđ even aside from your writing, i'm so glad that you have grown more comfortable here in sharing more personal posts about yourself hehe AND OF COURSE YOUR SELFSHIPS!!!!!!!!!! :3 i am also very glad about how you have lots and lots of friends on here now!!! that all love and cherish and uplift and reassure you in the way you deserve to be đ„ș
i'm just really happy you are here with us, babie. i hope you won't take it the wrong way when i say this, but i really do believe that you are so much stronger, kinder, and easy to love than you think yourself to be! đ„șđ„ș i hope that you can continue to work on being less hard on yourself, and i hope that all your friends here can help with that in any way you'll let us!! i hope you will continue to share more of your heart with us here and let us cradle it and soothe it when you need it. i hope your studies will treat you as kindly as they can, and that you will succeed in them :3 i hope you know that all you need to do is try your best!! you have a beautiful brain and a tender, loving heartâso i am sure in due time that all the good karma will be returned to you đ„șđ making you a steaming cup of pink chai with a dollop of condensed milk in it, and gently rubbing your hands in mine to warm them up đ„° we love you so much manu, not just for all that you do for us, but for just simply existing as you are, and letting us bask in the warm light you radiate đđđ
#bisous!#fave!#chĂ©rir!#i didn't proofread any of that and just typed and typed... i'm so sorry if i overstepped or didn't say anything of much worth AKJFHSKDJ but#i really just. wanted to do something for you đ„ș if that's okay! đ„șđ no pressure at all to read or respond or anything okie dokie!!! as#usual between us!!!!!! đ€ wahhh manu... THANK YOU FOR LOOKING OUT FOR ME ): a lot of the times i worry because i feel like. i don't express#my love and concern for you enough??? all i really do is leave tags and scream about how much i love your art and writing DFKJFDH i am so#sorry ;w; i hope it's okay that i spoke a bit more on your character in my response here!! though it does make me very shy WAH đ i also#hope it is okay for me to admit that reading your message when i first received it made me cry like. so horribly /POS KDSFSDKJ IT'S NOT YOU#FAULT OF COURSE!!!! but it was just so. shocking to me /POS because i had never really thought about myself feeling the same way as i do#with my selfships?? if that makes sense aaaa (ïŒâœïŒ) but i think you have made some revelations about myself TO MY FACE that i really need#to ponder in detail AKDOFIDH so i must thank you for that đ„ș /aff /pos!! but i should reassure you hehe that i am super happy and healthy!!!#the fact you would worry about me in that sense makes me so sad NOT IN A BAD WAY BUT LIKE.... TAT. DO I COME OFF THAT WAY!!!#wah... i will work on that :'3 JUST AS I WILL WORK ON DOING MY BEST TO WRITE AGAIN FOR YOU OH MY GOSH MANU!!!! đ„șđ„ș i need to get on#amphoreus immediately so i can write lots of mydei fics for you LOL WAH... it touches me so deeply to hear that my writing had been one of#*your* influences!! đ„ș because now that i dip my own toes back into writingâi find myself thinking of YOUR writing hehehehe :3#it's such a beautiful thing to be able to learn and grow from each other đ„șđ this aspect friendship is such a beautiful thing!! to me :D#wah i will stop talking now because im truthfully very sleepy and i may not be coherent... but i just want you to know manu that i love you#so so dearly đ„ș i hope you know i love you in all your excited and cute and happy moments on hereâand i love you with the same fervour when#you are perhaps feeling more soggy. i hope you know that i love you even when i'm not here!!!! you are in my every dayâwhether it be#through chai or my lab mice and i am constantly wishing you well and wondering whether you smiled today đâš i will always love you!!!#no matter whatâokay! :^)
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Is Wei Wuxian's Cultivation Actually Harmful to Him?
Throughout Wei Wuxianâs first life, he frequently argues with Lan Wangji over his cultivation. Lan Wangji believes that his cultivation will harm him and eventually destroy him, while Wei Wuxian insists that he has everything under control. Many readers take Lan Wangjiâs warnings at face value, leading to the common fandom perception that demonic cultivation (more accurately, the ghost path) is inherently harmful to Wei Wuxian and that he should indeed give it up.
But does the text actually back that up, when we examine Wei Wuxianâs use of his cultivation? While Wei Wuxian does experience a few losses of control, I would argue that they are far more due to circumstances than anything else, and not a sign that the cultivating with resentful energy is inherently harmful to a cultivatorâs body or that loss of control is an inevitable conclusion.
Preconceptions
Lan Wangji is the character who most often tries to tell Wei Wuxian that his cultivation is harmful. Immediately when Wei Wuxian returns from the Burial Mounds and meets Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji again while torturing Wen Chao, Lan Wangji expresses concern:
One against two, Lan WangJi still refused to back off. He gazed at Wei WuXian, âWei Ying, for cultivating an evil path you would eventually have to pay. Throughout time, there has not been a single exception.â
Wei WuXian, âI can pay.â
Seeing how unconcerned he seemed to be, Lan WangJi lowered his voice, âThe path would not only damage your body, but your heart as well.â
(Chapter 62, Exiled Rebels translation)
Now, Wei Wuxianâs path (guidao, the ghost path) is brand new. He invented it, being the first person to ever successfully cultivate using yuanqi, or the resentful energy of dead humans. So why does Lan Wangji speak so assuredly of the harm it can cause?
The term âcultivating an evil pathâ is telling. Wei Wuxianâs cultivation is a new path, but there are other dark paths of cultivation which exist. The Nie sectâs sabres are an example; they absorb the killing intent and evil energy of the yao and guai they kill, and over time their sabres become more and more powerful but also lead the wielder closer and closer to an inevitable qi deviation.
Of course, Lan Wangji is not aware of the Nie sectâs technique, which is a strictly kept secret, at this point. Nie Mingjue only seems to have told Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao because they were his sworn brothers. But there are surely other paths like this which are publicly known.
We know about other dark rituals which are not part of Wei Wuxianâs ghost path, after all, and âbacklashâ is a frequent risk, either due to making the user vulnerable or failing to fulfil the contract one agreed to.
The body sacrificing ritual which Mo Xuanyu uses, for example, will cause backlash if you fail to keep up your end of the deal.
It was an ancient, forbidden technique. Compared to an array, it resembled a curse more. The caster of the array injures themselves by creating incisions on their body, and draws the array and writes the incantations using their own blood, finishing by sitting in the center of the array. They can then summon an extremely villainous ghoul and ask for it to complete their wish. The price to pay was to offer their body to the evil spirit, with their own soul returning back to Earth.
This was the forbidden technique opposite to stealing anotherâs bodyâoffering oneâs body.
[...]
The difficult part was that, as soon as the evil spirit has taken over the body of the caster, the contract is sealed by default. The evil spirit must grant their wish, or else the curse will cause a backlash. The spirit in possession of the body will be completely annihilated, never to be born again!
(Chapter 2, Exiled Rebels translation)
Interestingly, the harm here is to the âevil spiritâ if they fail to keep up their end of the contract. Well, also the caster who gives up his or her life in exchange. At any rate, this sort of thing seems to be a frequent risk of dark cultivation techniques. The paperman technique is also quite risky:
The good thing was that Wei WuXian had once learnt a certain technique of the dark artsâthe paper metamorphosis.
Although it was indeed useful, it had a number of restrictions as well. Not only was the time strictly limited, the paperman must also return as it were, after it had been released. There mustnât even be a single scratch on it. If, on its way, it was torn apart or broken in any way, the soul would receive the same degree of harmâfrom a year of unconsciousness to a whole lifetime of lunacy. Thus, one must be extremely careful.
(Chapter 47, Exiled Rebels translation)
This seems to be a frequent concern with any dark technique, which probably is what led Lan Wangji to believe that Wei Wuxianâs new path would be similarly dangerous. Itâs also very worth noting that he grew up in Gusu Lan, which is known for being even more judgmental towards dark cultivation than other sects.
He immediately seemed to realize, âOh. I forgot. Your uncle Lan QiRen hates crooked people like me. Youâre his proudest disciple, so of course youâre the same as him, haha. I refuse.â
Jiang Cheng stared at Lan WangJi, cautious, âSecond Young Master Lan, all of us understand the Lan Sectâs ways.
[...]
Wei WuXian had been angered as well, âLan WangJi! Do you really have to make this difficult at such a point in time? You want me to go to the Cloud Recesses for the GusuLan Sectâs confinement punishment? Who do you think you are, what do you think the GusuLan Sect is?! You really think that I wonât resist?!â
(Chapter 62, Exiled Rebels translation)
While many people speak negatively of Wei Wuxianâs cultivation path, Lan Qiren is particularly virulent when Wei Wuxian first proposes the theory as a teen:
Everyone in the room was stunned. Lan QiRen sprang to his feet, âThe essence of exorcising demons and annihilating ghosts is to liberate! You do not study the methods of liberation, and even think about increasing their energy of resentment! You reverse the natural order, and ignore ethics and morality!â
[...]
Another book came flying from Lan QiRen. He spoke harshly, âThen, let me ask you again! How do you make sure that the resentful energy only listens to you and does not harm others?â
Wei WuXian ducked while speaking, âI havenât thought of it yet!â
Lan QiRen raged, âIf you thought of it, the cultivation world would not allow your existence! Get out!â
(Chapter 14, Exiled Rebels translation)
Due to their fatherâs seclusion and their motherâs imprisonment, Lan Wangji and his brother were raised by Lan Qiren. With his uncle having such a black and white view of such matters, itâs understandable that Lan Wangji would absorb that and struggle to reconcile the Wei Wuxian he knows and loves with the man who is cultivating an âevilâ path.
With his own sect and family so negatively inclined towards Wei Wuxianâs cultivation, I think Lan Wangji was primed to see every behaviour of Wei Wuxianâs through this lens. Similarly, the audience hears the younger Lan Wangji repeat these warnings so many times that I think many readers wind up believing him, too.
Confirmation Bias
However, I think much of this is actually a case of confirmation bias. Lan Wangji is predisposed to see Wei Wuxianâs cultivation as harmful, and is actively looking for signs that it is; he winds up correlating all sorts of things to Wei Wuxianâs cultivation as a result.
He does so when he visits Wei Wuxian in Yunmeng:
Lan WangJi, âLast time, during the hunt on Phoenix Mountain, have you noticed certain signs?â
Wei WuXian, âWhat signs?â
Lan WangJi, âThe loss of control.â
Wei WuXian, âYou mean me almost getting into a fight with Jin ZiXuan? I think you got something wrong. I want to fight with Jin ZiXuan whenever I see him.â
(Chapter 71, Exiled Rebels translation)
Which is true! Wei Wuxian and Jin Zixuan just do not get on at all. And if we go back to Phoenix Mountain, itâs clear that this was a perfectly ordinary fight:
However, Jiang YanLi didnât turn around. Jin ZiXuan was even more enraged. He caught up to her in just three strides and was about to grab her hand when a shadow suddenly flashed before his eyes. Before he could see who it was, he received a blow on his chest. Jin ZiXuan swung his sword across and backed away.
When he finally could see, he raged, âWei WuXian, why is it you again?!â
Wei WuXian blocked Jiang YanLi behind him, raging as well, âI havenât fucking said it yetâwhy is it you again?!â
Jin ZiXuan, âAttacking because of nothing have you gone mad?!â
Wei WuXian struck with his palm, âThatâs exactly what Iâm doing! What do you mean because of nothing? What are you doing trying to grab my shijie just because of how ashamed you are?!â
Jin ZiXuan dodged to the side and returned to him a sword attack, âIf I donât grab her should I let her walk randomly around the mountain alone?!â
(Chapter 70, Exiled Rebels translation)
Jin Zixuan is described as being âenragedâ and tries to grab Jiang Yanli. Heâs clearly being very hotheaded here himself. What brother wouldnât be enraged after this, especially given Jin Zixuanâs pattern of speaking of Jiang Yanli derisively?
Earlier, Lan Wangji had forcibly kissed Wei Wuxian while he was blindfolded, and yet he didnât display any loss of control or temper problems then.
(I also think this ties into how people tend to judge Wei Wuxian more harshly due to his lower social class; heâs often no more brash and arrogant than his peers, but because heâs the son of a servant only he is judged for it. Look at Jin Zixuan pulling his sword on a man who no longer carries a sword! He isnât criticised for that. But I digress.)
Lan Wangji also believes that Wei Wuxianâs cultivation is doing him spiritual harm, using evidence such as Wei Wuxianâs unwillingness to carry his sword or receive spiritual energy to help him heal:
Suddenly, he felt an itch at his throat. Blood began to rise up his chest. Trying to restrain it, Wei WuXian coughed a couple of times. Seeing that Lan WangJi was going to grab his hand again, Wei WuXian dodged, âWhat are you doing?â
Lan WangJi, âYour injuries.â
Wei WuXian, âNo need. Why use spiritual energy for such a small wound? Itâll get better after some sitting around.â
Lan WangJi didnât waste any words with him, grabbing for his hand again. At this point, two people came from outside of the cave. Wen Qingâs voice sounded, âGet better after some sitting around? Did you think Iâm dead?â
(Chapter 75, Exiled Rebels translation)
He observes this back when he visited the Burial Mounds in the day, and many years later tells Wen Ning that this was the conclusion he drew:
Wen Ning turned around. He couldnât help but ask, âYoung Master Lan, you donât seem too surprised about this. Did you⊠Did you know about this as well?â
ââŠâ Lan WangJi managed, âI only knew that his spiritual powers were somehow impaired.â
But to think this was the truth.
(Chapter 89, Exiled Rebels translation)
Working with incomplete information (since he doesnât know that Wei Wuxian has no golden core, he instead assumes that he is being harmed spiritually by his cultivation) and a pre-existing bias against demonic cultivation, Lan Wangji viewed Wei Wuxian as someone who was bound to lose control at some point, and everything became evidence to prove what he already believed.
Loss of Control
However, I think itâs arguable that the instances where Wei Wuxian loses control are not an inevitability of his cultivation path. Instead, they occur in extremely dangerous combat situations where Wei Wuxian has no allies and is being besieged by hundreds or thousands of enemies.
I want to go over three instances where things go sideways for Wei Wuxian with his cultivation in his first life: Wen Ningâs awakening, the ambush at Qiongqi Path, and the battle at Nightless City.
Now, I wouldnât even describe Wen Ningâs revival as a loss of control. Wei Wuxian had spent months trying to revive Wen Ning, and in the end he wound up waking up while Wei Wuxian was down in Yiling, not at the Burial Mounds to keep the situation under control. Itâs like an unwatched pot boiling over.
Wei WuXian, âDidnât I say not to touch the talismans on him?!â
Wen Qing didnât even have the spare seconds to be surprised that Lan WangJi was here. She answered, âNobody touched them! Not a single person went into the Cave! He tore them off on his own when he suddenly went on a rampage. Not only the ones on himself, he destroyed the restriction seals at the blood pool and the Cave as well! All of the fierce corpses in the blood pool got out. Wei WuXian, go save Granny and the others. They wonât be able to hold up much longer!!!â
(Chapter 75, Exiled Rebels translation)
Honestly, itâs hard to know based on this what caused Wen Ning to wake up or to return to consciousness. My suspicion is that Wei Wuxianâs efforts had worked, and he woke up with a lot of excess resentful energy he needed to work off; hence going to beat up all the other fierce corpses in the Blood Pool.
After this, Wei Wuxian takes measures to ensure that Wen Ning doesnât lose consciousness again. For the next year until the ambush at Qiongqi Path, there are absolutely no incidents, and Wen Ning and Wei Wuxian go on night hunts together frequently.
Things only go wrong during the ambush.
Wei WuXian laughed coldly, âYouâre seeking your own death!â
As he finished, Wen Ning raised his hand and tore off the red string that hung a talisman at his neck.
After the string snapped, his body wavered, and the muscles on his face began to twist. Marks that resembled black cracks crawled up his neck to his cheeks. He suddenly lifted his head, letting out a long, inhuman roar!
(Chapter 76, Exiled Rebels translation)
So Wen Ning wears a talisman which presumably suppresses his resentful energy, and which he must remove in order to fight at full strength. After Jin Zixuan shows up and completely fails to de-escalate the situation at all, Wen Ning kills him:
Wei WuXian was suppressing a blazing flame of hatred. His voice was cold, âJin ZiXuan, move away right now. I wonât touch you, but youâre not going to provoke me either.â
Seeing that he still refused to yield, Jin ZiXuan suddenly lunged forward, as if trying to hold him down, âWhy canât you just back off for once?! A-Li is stillâŠâ
Just as he reached toward Wei WuXian, he heard a strange, heavy noise.
The noise was almost a bit too near. Jin ZiXuan paused in surprise. He looked down and finally saw the hand that pierced his chest.
(Chapter 76, Exiled Rebels translation)
Itâs pretty clear that Wen Ning saw Jin Zixuan lunging towards Wei Wuxian and interpreted him as a threat. As objective observers, we can see that this is actually quite understandable, if tragic, and realistically could have happened similarly in a mundane setting with no magic. But Wei Wuxian of course would start to feel doubt when something so terrible happens:
He was clearly controlling Wen Ning properly.
Even though he activated Wen Ningâs rampage mode, he should still be able to control him.
Heâd clearly always been able to control him perfectly.
He didnât want to kill Jin ZiXuan at all.
He never had the intention to kill Jin ZiXuan at all! It was just that moment. He didnât know why, but all of a sudden he wasnât able to control it⊠He had suddenly lost control!
(Chapter 76, Exiled Rebels translation)
Wei Wuxian had always been able to control Wen Ning perfectly before. Honestly, itâs not a surprise that his control was looser in a situation like this; heâs in the midst of an ambush where 300 people are trying to kill him! Realistically, Jin Zixuan bears some responsibility in his own death, too. When youâre trying to negotiate a ceasefire, you donât fail to give the target of the attack any assurance of his safety and then lunge for him threateningly! Of course Wen Ning saw him as a threat and acted to defend Wei Wuxian.
Later, Wei Wuxian observes that during his ârampageâ state, Wen Ning draws his guidance from Wei Wuxianâs impressions of people:
Listening to him stutter as he apologized over and over again, all of a sudden, Wei WuXian felt extremely ridiculous.
It wasnât Wen Ningâs fault at all.
It was his own fault.
When on a rampage, Wen Ning was nothing more than a weapon. The person who created the weapon was him. The things it listens to were his orders as well.
At that time, with all the tension and the killing intent on top of how Wei WuXian had never hesitated to show enmity toward Jin ZiXuan in front of Wen Ning, when he was unconscious, Wen Ning recognized Jin ZiXuan as an âenemyâ when he attacked, carrying out the order of âexterminateâ without a second thought.
(Chapter 76, Exiled Rebels translation)
I actually think that if Wen Ning had killed, say, Jin Zixun, Wei Wuxian would simply have seen it as a case of self-defence and accepted it as that. Itâs the fact that Jin Zixuan is the husband of his foster sister (and the one person there he didnât actually want dead) which turns this into such a tragedy.
The intensely stressful situation in the aftermath of Jin Zixuanâs death is the only time we ever see Wei Wuxian express doubt in his own abilities or regret choosing the ghost path:
With the childâs cries coming to his ears from afar and the scared siblings who were at a complete loss as to what to do in his eyes, Wei WuXian felt his heart sink lower into darkness. He asked himself, Just why have I been locking myself up on Burial Mound all these years? Why do I have to go through all this? Why did I choose to walk this path in the beginning? Why did I make myself like this? What do others see me as? Just what have I gained? Have I gone mad? Have I gone mad? Have I gone mad?!
If only he didnât choose this path in the beginning.
(Chapter 76, Exiled Rebels translation)
I think that during this period, Wei Wuxian was under an immense amount of stress. He was the sole protector of 50 people who the world wanted dead, and he had to be strong and confident for them at all times. Only during his initial panic after Jin Zixuanâs death does that confident front break down and show us just how much the stress must have been wearing on him:
As he thought and thought about it, Wei WuXian suddenly broke into tears.
His voice was submerged in a deep helplessness, â⊠Can someone tell me⊠what Iâm supposed to do now?â
(Chapter 76, Exiled Rebels translation)
I honestly think that if Wei Wuxian had had someone to lean on and share responsibility with during this time, it would have helped him so much.
In the past, there were only others who asked him what to do. Now, though, he was the one asking others what he should do, and nobody was able to give him an answer.
[...]
Wei WuXian raged, âYou can shut the fuck up! Itâs already pandemonium the way things are right now! You two can stop adding more trouble onto my platter. Give yourselves in my ass. Did I tell you to do this? Take it out!â
(Chapter 77, Exiled Rebels translation)
Later on, at Nightless City, Wei Wuxianâs loss of control is directly tied by the narrator to his worsening mental state:
The more Wei WuXian panicked, the less control he had. The corpse ignored his command and instead lifted the sword in its hand, slashing it down at Jiang YanLi!
Wei WuXian had lost it, dashing as he shouted, âStop it, stop it, right now, stop it!â
(Chapter 78, Exiled Rebels translation)
He manages to calm himself down and get back under control:
Jiang YanLi sighed, âA-Xian, you⊠you should stop first. Donât, donâtâŠâ
Wei WuXian hurried, âYes, Iâll stop.â
He took up Chenqing, placed it by his lips, and began to play. He only managed to steady his mind with great effort. This time, the corpses finally stopped ignoring his commands. One after another, strange gurgles echoed in their throats as if they were complaining. Slowly, they bent down.
(Chapter 78, Exiled Rebels translation)
Only when Jiang Yanli is killed by a cultivator aiming for Wei Wuxian does he decide, in his grief and rage, to put the Yinhufu together again:
Yet, no matter the criticism, the blame, Wei WuXian could no longer hear any of them. As if governed by another soul, he reached out and took two objects from within his sleeves. Before everyoneâs eyes, he put them together. One half on top and the other below, the two objects snapped into one, letting out a resonating clang.
Wei WuXian placed it on his palm and raised it high into the air.
It was the Stygian Tiger Seal!
(Chapter 78, Exiled Rebels translation)
We know that after the Bloodbath of Nightless City, as this battle comes to be known, Lan Wangji takes Wei Wuxian back to Yiling. However, Wei Wuxian is in a very poor mental state (most likely due to stress, exhaustion, and trauma), and only regains awareness a few days later at the Burial Mounds.
This is when he decides that the Yinhufu is a weapon which he should never have created, and determines to destroy it.
After using it for the second time, he finally decided to destroy one half of the seal. Before he could completely destroy the other half, the siege at Luanzang Hill happened, and it had since then been beyond his capabilities.
(Chapter 30, Exiled Rebels translation)
So Wei Wuxian was actually able to successfully destroy one half of the seal, and start work on the second, in the three months between Nightless City and the First Siege.
Toward his own creation, Wei WuXian was confident to say that even if the sect that got hold of it, made a temple for it, and offered it incense every single day, the remaining half of the Tiger Seal was just a piece of scrap iron. However, Lan WangJi told him something shockingâit appeared that Xue Yang could rebuild the other half of the seal!
Although Xue Yang was young, he was also quite clever, a bizarre eccentric. The LanlingJin Sect discovered that he could use the remaining half of the seal to roughly piece together the other half. Even though the recreated version wasnât as powerful and couldnât be used for as long, it could already result in terrible catastrophes.
(Chapter 30, Exiled Rebels translation)
I gather that the first half, he completely neutralised. The second half had not been fully drained of power when the First Siege happened. We never see the First Siege, but I think we can hazard a guess that once the Wens were massacred, Wei Wuxian knew that it was all over, and decided to destroy the second half of the Yinhufu so that no one there could get their hands on it. It is likely the backlash from improperly destroying/neutralising the Yinhufu which led to his corpses turning on him and ripping him apart.
Wei Wuxian does confirm that some sort of backlash killed him:
Wen Ning whispered, âSect Leader Jiang, Jiang Cheng, brought a siege upon the Burial Mounds. And he killed you.â
Wei WuXian, âIâll have to clarify this one. He didnât kill me. I died from a backfire.â
(Chapter 43, Exiled Rebels translation)
âThatâs merely hearsay. Although Jiang Cheng was one of the main forces, he did not give Wei WuXian the final blow. Because he cultivates the Demon Path, Wei WuXianâs powers had backfired and he was ripped to pieces.â
âHahahaha⊠Thatâs karma! The ghost soldiers that he created are like unleashed dogs, biting everyone that they come across. It serves him right to be chewed to death!â
(Chapter 1, Exiled Rebels translation)
While the vast majority of information in the prologue is revealed later to be lies, Wei Wuxian does confirm this. Strictly, the âghost soldiersâ were probably his fierce corpses. âGhostâ or âGuiâ is used in Modao Zushiâs magic system as a catch-all phrase for dead humans, whether theyâre actual ghosts (incorporeal spirits) or reanimated corpses. We know that Wei Wuxian was using huge numbers of fierce corpses to act as guards at the entrance to the Burial Mounds and protect the Wens, after all.
Wei Wuxianâs Second Life
So the risk of backlash is confirmed as a threat when using guidao and other dark cultivation techniques. However, it seems that they either have a clear contract which has to be fulfilled (like in the body sacrifice ritual), or a clearly defined risk which can be mitigated or prevented entirely through careful use.
Itâs notable that Wei Wuxian is in control of his cultivation far more often than not, and in his second life we see absolutely no losses of control from him. This is probably down to a few things, one of them being greater experience. He also is no longer working alone; Lan Wangji is nearly always at his side or very nearby, which removes the intense stress of trying to fight against the entire world alone.
Honestly, I canât even pull up any instances of Wei Wuxian struggling to control his cultivation in his second life or being even mildly harmed by it; there are absolutely none. We only ever see him dealing with mundane exhaustion, stress, and physical injuries.
He recovers very quickly from performing Empathy with Nie Mingjue:
Hearing this, Wei WuXian instantly pulled himself out!
He was still the thin paperman, stuck to the helmet that sealed Nie MingJueâs head. He had tugged loose the knot that tied the iron shells over Nie MingJueâs eyes, revealing a bloodshot eye, opened wide with anger.
[...]
There wasnât much time left. He must return to his corporal body immediately!
Paperman WuXian flapped his sleeves, flying out as though he were a butterfly.
[...]
A while later, once his soul had returned successfully, Wei WuXian immediately took a deep breath. He raised his head, opened his eyes, and suddenly stood up. Yet, having not expected his body to still be disoriented, he felt dizzy and leaned forward. Seeing this, Lan WangJi caught him in his arms. Wei WuXian lifted his head once more, and the top of his head collided with Lan WangJiâs chin. With a thud, both of them grunted in pain. Wei WuXian rubbed his head with one hand and felt Lan WangJiâs chin with the other, âUgh! Iâm sorry. Lan Zhan, you alright?â
His chin having been stroked a couple of times, Lan WangJi lightly took Wei WuXianâs hand away before shaking his head. Wei WuXian tugged him, âLetâs go!â
(Chapter 50, Exiled Rebels translation)
After this, he is stabbed by Jin Ling and winds up spending four days unconscious in Cloud Recesses. Iâve seen it suggested that his short bout of hallucinating after he wakes up is due to harm from his cultivation, but I firmly disagree. Heâd been unconscious for four days after being stabbed!
He immediately let go, almost wanting to roll away. His movement was so large that it hurt the wound at his stomach. He exclaimed an âahâ as he scrunched his brows, finally remembering that he was still injured. Amid the stars before his eyes, Jing Ling, Jiang Cheng, Jiang YanLi, Jiang FengMian, Madam Yu⊠Many faces spun around in a large circle.
[...]
Only having ensured that his injuries were indeed fine did Lan WangJi finally let him go, âFour days.â
Jin Lingâs sword stabbed right through. The wound hadnât been shallow at all. How it healed within four days without even leaving a scar behind meant that high level medicine of the GusuLan Sect had to have been necessary. Wei WuXian thanked him, mocking himself along the way, âIâve reincarnated but somehow Iâve become even weaker. I couldnât keep going after just a single stab.â
(Chapter 63, Exiled Rebels translation)
After being a bit muddled upon first waking up, heâs fine. He was also dreaming about his past while unconscious, which is why heâs described as seeing all these faces âamid the stars before his eyesâ. The flashbacks in Refinement and Poisons-Evil are both framed as Wei Wuxian sleeping and dreaming about the past, and heâs thinking about them as a result; heâs not portrayed as actually hallucinating and thinking theyâre really there.
Wei Wuxian is very drained by the events of the Second Siege and faints twice afterwards. However, itâs worth noting that during the Second Siege, he didnât really use resentful energy (he couldnât, as all the corpses there were under the control of the Yinhufu); he used talismans, which only require a small amount of spiritual energy.
Wei Wuxian even specifically states that Mo Xuanyuâs body is very weak, refusing to use Suibian before the Second Siege:
He wore it by his waist and didnât seem like he was going to use it. Seeing how Lan WangJi looked at him, he fiddled with his hair and explained, âI havenât used a sword in so many years. Iâm not used to it.â As he spoke, he sighed again, âAlright. The real reason is that my current body is low in spiritual energy. Even if thereâs a high level sword, it wonât be able to make the best use of it. And so, itâll be up to HanGuang-Jun to protect the delicate man that I am.â
(Chapter 68, Exiled Rebels translation)
Wei Wuxian collapses due to exhaustion on the boat ride to Lotus Pier:
OuYang ZiZhen, âHanGuang-Jun, why did Senior Wei collapse?â
Lan WangJi, âFatigue.â
Lan JingYi was amazed, âI thought that Senior Wei would never get tired!â
(Chapter 84, Exiled Rebels translation)
He collapses again during the fight at the Jiang ancestral hall:
Lan WangJi, âWei Ying?!â His low voice rang within Wei WuXianâs ears, echoing endlessly.
Wei WuXian was starting doubt if something happened to his ears, âWhatâs wrong?â
He felt something streak down his face, but reached up only to retrieve a handful of scarlet. Accompanied by throbs of dizziness, blood continued to drip down his nose and his mouth, onto the ground.
[...]
Having come to the conclusion that Wei WuXian was only in a temporary state of unconsciousness due to extreme fatigue and anger, Lan WangJi finally tore his gaze away.
(Chapter 88, Exiled Rebels translation)
When he wakes up in Chapter 90, he feels unwell but recovers fairly quickly:
For a long while, he couldnât figure out what was happening. Only when he saw the splatters of blood on Lan WangJiâs left sleeve, like a string of plum blossoms resting on snow, did he finally recall what happened before he passed out from anger. His expression twisted at once as he suddenly sat upright. Lan WangJi went to help him, but the ringing in Wei WuXianâs ears hadnât stopped yet.
[...]
Lan WangJi knew that he wasnât feeling well. Silent, he didnât ask anything. He lay one hand on his back, sending him a warm thread of spiritual energy.
[...]
Looking around, Wei WuXian suddenly exclaimed, âIâm hungry.â
Lan WangJi looked up. Of course, Wei WuXian wasnât hungry at all. He had just eaten three pies at the vendor in front of Lotus Pierâs gates. Lan WangJi only ate one, however, and it was the only thing heâd eaten in the past two days. The matter was on Wei WuXianâs mind.
(Chapter 90, Exiled Rebels translation)
The narrative again directly links it to exhaustion, not to anything more ominous than that:
In the fight at Burial Mound, Wei WuXian exerted too much energy and stamina. Both his mind and his body were strained for too long. A few hours earlier, Jiang Cheng angered him so much that he almost bled from his qiqiao.
He only recovered after a long time of rest. Although he didnât feel too bad right now, if there was something he missed and he pushed himself all the way to Lanling, it was hard to tell whether or not an accident would happen at a critical moment. On top of that, he wasnât the only one straining his mind and body in the past few days. Lan WangJi didnât rest for a second either.
(Chapter 91, Exiled Rebels translation)
As said, there simply isnât any proof, based on Wei Wuxianâs second life, that his cultivation is doing him harm, nor does he ever lose control of it.
This definitely indicates to me that Wei Wuxianâs losses of control in his first life were related to the circumstances and not an inevitable risk of his cultivation path.
In Conclusion
I actually suspect that Lan Wangji himself came to the same conclusion; he only ever gently warns Wei Wuxian to be careful when using dark techniques during his second life:
Lan WangJi let the paperman wriggle on his ribbon for some time. Just as he reached out to take it down, the paperman slid its way down as fast as it could. No matter intentionally or not, it bumped its head once against his lips.
Lan WangJiâs movements paused for a moment. Using two of his fingers, he finally caught it, âDo not fool around.â
Softly, the paperman rolled its body over his slender finger.
Lan WangJi, âYou must be careful.â
The paperman nodded and flapped its wings. Clinging flat onto the ground, it climbed through the door slit and snuck out of the guest room.
(Chapter 47, Exiled Rebels translation)
He still does have some level of distaste for Wei Wuxianâs cultivation path, I would argue, due to the way he instantly latches onto the idea that Wei Wuxian would never have turned to the ghost path if not for his lost golden core:
ââŠâ Lan WangJi managed, âI only knew that his spiritual powers were somehow impaired.â
But to think this was the truth.
Wen Ning, âIf not because of thisâŠâ
If not because there really wasnât a second path to walk on.
(Chapter 89, Exiled Rebels translation)
But the discussion of Wei Wuxianâs feelings on his cultivation is one for another day.
At any rate, I doubt that Lan Wangji is only holding back his feelings on the ghost path due to wanting to avoid any more fights with Wei Wuxian. After all, he spent 13 years mourning him. If he still believed that Wei Wuxianâs cultivation was going to eventually kill him, I doubt he would accept it so much more readily now.
I think the lesson he learnt, after looking back and thinking on the past a great deal, was indeed that Wei Wuxian would not have suffered such losses of control if he had had anyone to rely on in his past life. So now Lan Wangji always stands by his side and ensures that he will never reach such a state of desperation again.
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What they would study in college
Universe: Modern AU Characters: Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Jean, Marco, Connie, Sasha, Reiner, Berthold, Annie, Ymir, Historia, Levi, Hanji, Erwin Warnings: none
Eren

Okay Iâve read a lot of headcanons about the subject and according to almost everyone Eren wouldnât go to college, but would rather join the army (particularly in the air force). I actually disagree: canonically Eren became a soldier after his mother's death, to join the Survey Corps and exterminate the titans, but he previously wanted to be part of the Scouts to be able to explore the world outside the Walls. He has a strong sense of justice and spends much of the time proving that he wants to fight for the weaker regardless of how strong or powerful his opponent is. I see Eren as the type who wants to defend the people even in a modern universe, so I think heâd study journalism or something similar.
Armin

This little precious boy is obsessed with nature. He literally spends three whole seasons repeating that he wants to see the sea, the desert, the volcanoes, etc... Heâs certainly passionate about natural sciences, so he would study something related to them, such as geology or marine biology.
Mikasa
Mikasa is very difficult to identify in a modern universe. We know her as the strong, introvert girl that always stick to Eren because of her past with him (Iâm referring to when he saved her), but in a modern universe theyâre unlikely to meet in such circumstances. What I believe would remain in her personality even in a normal world would certainly be her determination and a cool head even in the most difficult situations. With these characteristics she could easily graduate from medical school, specializing in something like neurosurgery.
Jean
Okay, for Jean it was a bit complicated. Heâs an insecure guy, who wants to cover his weaknesses with the image of the strong man and that âI donât give a fuckâ attitude; deep down heâs sweet, caring and attentive, we all agree on this. BUT, we canât deny that Jean-boy is still one who likes to be watched, looking for approval. I see him studying acting, to work in the cinema or on television. I know that heâs really good at drawing but I donât think heâd make it a job, itâs more likely to be a hobby for him.
Connie

Connie is the stereotype of the goofy college student who doesn't want to get too busy with intellectual subjects, but at the same time it's hard to imagine him solving complicated equations or speculating on the stock market. I see him as one to study something mechanically repetitive, where the only way to improve is constant practice (he must be good with manual subjects, letâs remember that he has earned a place among the top 10 cadets). Heâs probably prone to study programming or computer coding. (The image of him wearing a cap backwards, a pair of headphones and sitting with his reversed chair while typing on his computer is just perfect).
Sasha
Biological farming, or anything relating to that and the green-sustainable. We all know Sasha as the âpotato-girlâ and the only one who can bite her best friendâs hand thinking itâs actual meat and going on with chewing it (poor Jean). But she also lived in the forest for a big part of her life, living with her family in a small village in the woods; so I think that sheâd be particularly sensitive to respecting the environment and looking for measures to make agriculture and livestock sustainable.
Reiner

He's the man everybody can rely on cough cough whatever, he's the good soldier and the friend always ready to help a comrade in difficulty. He'd definitely become a manager, a CEO or something similar, so I'd assign to Reiner Braun a degree in Business Management/Administration. Plus: I'm not the type for a man in a suit, but hey, let me just say this: his shoulders under a white shirt while he adjusts his sleeves above the elbow. Give us those biceps, dude!
Berthold

So, Berthold is always calm and quiet (even as the Colossal Titan he doesnât roar even once); in the anime, his personality is not particularly developed regarding his interests, or maybe I missed something. But for what little we've seen he's obviously highly sensitive. This type of behavior makes me think that he needs an outlet and I imagine it in the writing. I don't know why but in my head the image of him as the reserved guy that pours what he thinks and feels in words it's quite suiting. So in college he'd study literature and simultaneously take courses of creative writing, even if, of course, he'd need a lot of support from his close friends, such as Reiner. (I also see him confessing to Annie with a letter).
Annie
Sheâs calm, reserved and perfectly capable of gaining respect from others with little effort, she reflects the image of a strong and independent woman. The two special episodes dedicated to Annie follow her as she searches for a missing girl, when she is put in charge of the investigation by the father of hers. With these premises it would be easy to place her in the sphere of law enforcement, in particular she would be perfect for the role of detective (not to mention her skills in hand-to-hand combat, this woman would become the terror of the whole police department). But to stick more accurately to the subject of 'college' she could study law to become a lawyer.
Ymir
She probably would like to be as close to the pussy as possible, I think sheâd study medicine to become a gynecologist. Sorry, it's really a pitiful reason compared to the others, but in a certain way I see her with the white jacket intent on visiting her patients, she would also be very professional and no one else would see her Historia.
Historia
Historia is a character I personally like a lot; her growth is well made and I find in it a side of myself. Given that, rewatching some episodes made me notice that she really likes animals and taking care of them. From when she was a little girl she lived in the countryside with her mother and did the hard work so I don't see her as someone to take easy degrees. With her love for nature I definitely see her as a zoologist or a veterinarian.
Marco

Marco is a little cute boy and heâs just too innocent for this world. I miss him. However, just as Berthold heâs sensitive but heâs more prone to show it without embarrassment than hide it to then let it out alone in his private sphere. In my opinion he has a talent for literary/artistic subjects and he could be inclined to write too, but at the same time I see him more active than the Colossal-boy. For what little we have known about him itâs pretty obvious that heâs super kind and wants to help other people. Traveling around my Uniâs possible degrees I found something that can actually suit him pretty fine: linguistic and cultural mediation.
Levi

I think that, considering his past, a modern version of him couldâve been born when his mother was really young (and I mean 16 or 17 years old), so they wouldnât have much money and he probably has to work during summer and right after diploma to gain enough money that would allow him a decent university (itâs not excluded that he will get a scholarship since he would surely be one of those brilliant students even with little commitment). And after securing the chance to study in my opinion he could get a degree in âI donât-fucking-knowâ. Seriously, this is the hardest character. Reading othersâ stories I found that almost everyone disagree about what Levi would study in college: some say medicine for his obsession with cleanliness (but on the one hand this mania has gradually disappeared over the course of the series and on the other it comes mainly from his Underground years, something that would not exist in the modern world), in some one-shots he studies engineering, and in others psychology, etc. Personally among all the ones Iâve read, he could be better suited to engineering. (But I'm still very confused about him so please leave some advice, I'll gladly accept them)
Hanji

She is probably the easiest character. Sheâs canonically obsessed with the titanâs biology and she loves to do experiments on them. In short, Hanji would absolutely study biology; a lot of people said that with her love for experiments sheâs more likely to get a degree in chemistry, but I see her more passionate about the study of living beings, so I think that biology fits her perfectly.
Erwin

This man is certainly gifted for leadership and politics. In many ways he is similar to Eren in his ideals of justice and willingness to discover the truth, but unlike the boy who throws himself into battle even recklessly, we have rarely seen Erwin use the ODM gear to subjugate titans himself. In general, the commander of theSurvey Corps has always been rational and able to elaborate complex strategies to achieve a long-term result. He could graduate in political science or law. OR he could follow his fatherâs steps, becoming one of the few teachers who truly believe in their cause, with a strong interest in his students. However, it is certain that Erwin could never do a job he does not firmly believe in.
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Manipulate Me
Summary: As Peter travels Europe as a normal kid, the worldâs peril throws a wrench in his plans. With you by his side chaperoning the trip as an undercover S.H.I.E.L.D agent, the mysterious introduction of Quentin Beck leaves you breathless.Â
Pairing: Quentin Beck/Mysterio x Fem!ReaderÂ
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: None!Â
A/N: Thanks so much for requesting this @mrs-blooooomâ ! I had a great time writing for Quentin Beck again. For context, reader is Peterâs older sister but also happens to be a shield agent (it was the easiest route of explanation as to why she would be meeting with Fury and Maria Hill). Requests are currently OPEN and you can check out who I write for in my request guidelines tagged in my bio. Thanks for reading! :) *gif not mine* I do not own any of the dialogue from the film.Â
âMay-âÂ
â-And donât forget the passports! Oh! The passports!âÂ
âMay!âÂ
May stopped scrambling around the apartment only to find that you had the two passports already in your hand. The tired aunt pushed her disheveled hair out of her face, pushing her glasses back up her nose, and slowly calming down. It was fine... Peter had you, Peter had all his friends, Peter would be fine in Europe.Â
âEverything is going to go fine. Iâll be with him at all times and if he decides to wander off and do his Spiderman stuffââwell then Iâll just have to call in some Avengers to stop him.â Â
âI trust that youâll be able to keep him out of trouble if it comes down to it.â May picked up Peterâs suitcase off the floor and listened to his heavy footsteps draw down the hallway and into the living room where you had gathered with her.Â
âAll ready?â He asked with those inquisitively wide eyes that reminded you so much of your mom. May handed him the suitcase but not before capturing the boy in a tight hug. Her âmotherlyâ instincts grew since she returned from the blip. It was strange without the two of them. You, stuck here in New York without a leader in either Fury or Tony and the remaining members of S.H.I.E.L.D, Avengers and then the developed Sword, were left to pick up the pieces and build a life without them. That was the most difficult part.Â
âPromise me that you wonât get into any trouble?â May asked Peter who in reply rolled his eyes with a chuckle.Â
âItâs just a school trip. Besides, Y/n is going to be there and Iâm sure sheâs told you a million times that she can keep me in check.â You smacked the side of his head but he just ignored you and turned to the door, opening it with a rough pull with his spider-y force.Â
âWeâll see you in a few weeks, May!âÂ
If you were able to take back all the words you said and never go to Europe, you would ask Stephen Strange to reverse time.Â
Venice was a mess. The water-creature-man-thing...? had erupted the small city into a chaotic terror with locals and terrified students trying to find cover. Peter was somewhere flying with webs while another hero whom you had never seen before was assisting him. After a few minutes of trying to guide a group of students to safety, you secured cover underneath an awning in front of a store.Â
âMs. Parker! What do we do!?â Flash was almost in tears from fear which you couldnât help but judge. It was water? the kid survived Thanosâ snap so he could survive this. Not to mention Fury would have your ass if any of the kids died on your watch.Â
Out of nowhere the ground started to fill up with water and cracking of concrete or bricks began echoing throughout the small courtyard you trapped them all in. The green man came swooshing in with a cloud of smoke, almost like an illusion, and stopped the water with the sheer force of his magical abilities. The creature reformed into what looked like a water man and the green man dodged the attack with made the sound of bricks tumbling increase in intensity. Suddenly, the tower to your right began crumbling and you pulled as many students as you could closer to the building you sought shelter next to.Â
âGet back! Get back!âÂ
âWho is that guy!?â Jason, one of the students shouted out but you couldnât answer the question because you didnât know.Â
âI donât know, but heâs kicking that waters ass.â Brad voiced exactly what you would have said.Â
The green man continued to fight the water as the tower crumbled beside you all and then, like the blink of an eye, the monster was gone and the water scattered, soaking your shoes with a safety that was much welcomed. The man landed to sounds of cheering from the students and locals that found themselves in the same spot as you. But something was different.Â
Maybe it was the fact that you couldnât see his face, or maybe the fact that you had never heard of this hero and you literally worked for the agency that worked with them all. Maybe he wasnât from this world? Space? Another universe? You could have sworn that you heard of the idea of a multiverse.Â
But maybe it was the fact that beneath all that smoke and mirrors that made up the helmet of the mysterious man, it felt as though when he looked around at his admiring fans, his eyes trained on you, staring through your soul with some feeling that wasnât welcomed or unwanted either. Intrigue, thatâs what it was. And when he flew off, everyone was left with a curiosity that sparked a great debate throughout the entire world. Who was this man?Â
Well, the T.V. at the hotel identified him as Mysterio. Peter managed to make it back in one piece which you were able to celebrate in a brief moment outside before the voices of interested students and the television interrupted the moment. Betty and Ned were searching every website for some kind of clue but nothing other than what the news reported was to be taken as fact. It wasnât aliens, it wasnât witches, it was just another hero.Â
So that was what you went with. That was until you opened your door to Fury sitting in a chair next to the window.Â
âOh my God!â You shrieked and Fury laughed, laughed, at you.Â
âYou scare too easy.âÂ
âWhat are you doing here? I thought you were in spa-âÂ
The slight reveal of a green hand made you shut up. "Furyâ tilted his head with a slight âAh, well.âÂ
âIs this about that Mysterio guy?âÂ
âWeâve got him at a site. Says heâs from another Earth and that these creatures destroyed his own and intend to destroy this one too.âÂ
âAnother Earth? So, the multiverse.. itâs real?âÂ
âFuryâ didnât respond to that, but he simply rose and gestured over his shoulder to the window.Â
âThere is a car outside. Go and wait in it while I go get Peter. The big man told me I need to scare the kid.â You smiled at the thought as the man left to go retrieve your brother.Â
You had been part of the world of superheroes far longer than Peter had. You had been there when Loki first attacked New York way back when and that seemed like so many years ago. With the blip, it seems like an entire eternity. Nick never let you in on his secrets of his relationship with Carol Danvers, but you had met the Skrulls when you went on a mission three months ago to visit Monica Rambeau in space. Unlike her, you werenât blessed with some badass powers, though she didnât always have them.Â
Peter looked terrified walking out to the car and when he saw you inside, he breathed a sigh of relief that he wouldnât be alone. The site of S.H.I.E.L.D in Italy wasnât far from where you had all taken up residence for the last day or two, but it was secluded, down in the catacombs of old buildings that no one would suspect. It reminded Peter of a Mission Impossible movie that you had watched with him before the two of you left for Europe, he felt more like a spy than a superhero in that moment.Â
As you walked behind the two down the long corridors of the abandoned treasure that was used as a make-shift S.H.I.E.L.D, you were surprised to see Maria at a computer, though now knowing about Fury, you were sure it wasnât even her. The center of the room was filled with scattered agents who you werenât familiar with and then a projection in the middle of the room, along with the man without the helmet.Â
You werenât one for fawning over men. Jesus, you worked with Thor sometimes and while you were aware of his Godly looks, you never gawked. But this man, he wasnât a God, he was just naturally beautiful. Dark hair, blueish-gray eyes that surely did pierce your soul, and a stature of a man who knew how to carry himself with power in the world. It was like he walked out of your dreams and into reality.Â
âThis is Mr. Beck.â Fury introduced you and Peter to the man. Mr. Beck approached Peter with a small smile and held out his hand. Peter looked nervous but responded with his own shake.Â
âMysterio?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âItâs just what my friends were calling you.âÂ
âWell, you can call me Quentin. You handled yourself well out there today. I saw what you did with the tower. We could use someone like you on my world.âÂ
Peter looked puzzled but Quentin looked behind the boy to you. He held out his hand with another smile which you returned. Maybe there was a shock when you touched hands, but you were sure it was just your imagination.Â
âY/n Parker, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.âÂ
âItâs good to meet you, Y/n.âÂ
âLikewise.âÂ
Did time rush by faster when you were in the presence of someone you were obviously attracted to? Yes, because before you knew it, the night was over, and Fury was leading you and Peter back out to the car. Peter was absolutely smitten with Quentin and could hardly break conversation. The man gave the attention to Peter like Tony did. It was like life imitating itself in another time. Quentin reminded you so much of Tony. Smooth with words, handsome, gifted in almost an unfair way, and he took an interest in the last piece of close family you had. You wanted nothing more than for Peter to have a figure in his life to give him a positive purpose. With Tony gone, heâs struggled trying to find his niche again.Â
âSee you, kid.â Quentin looked disappointed but hopefully that his and Peterâs paths would cross again one day, even with Peter trying to avoid being identified by his class or the world. At some point, someone would figure it out if they hadnât already.Â
âYeah, see you.â Peter said as he walked out, following Dimitri, who Fury ordered to keep Peter in check with you. You were more than capable of doing it yourself but for some reason, Fury felt the need to send another agent.Â
âGood luck, Quentin.â You told him and he nodded his head, glancing at the holographic map of Venice next to him.Â
âI fear Iâll need it. But Iâm hopeful that the good luck will be for more than just winning this fight.â
Swoon. Thatâs what you did for the remainder of the night and into the early morning. You couldnât sleep a wink after the revelations that Quentin relayed to you and Peter about the elementals. That worried you too. How in the world was Peter supposed to sit by while other heroes with indisposed and couldnât help? Sam and Bucky were on their own missions, Carole and Monica were off, Stephen and Wanda were no use and Thor was off on his own adventures with that team of riff-raffs from spaceâyou know, the one with the talking tree.Â
But somewhere in all the jumble of thoughts, the scenery of the canal that had been a scene of something far different, calmed the noise. Enjoy the trip. This was the first time in years that you had traveled for something other than work and yet it was still filling every thought and moment. The thoughts were so loud and invasive that you didnât register the person coming up to your right, ready to take the bag off your shoulders. You felt the tug and turned around, ready to punch the person but they dogged it, pulling it off your shoulder. It was a game of tug of war for the bag, but the person was strong.Â
âLet go! I said let go!â You pulled as hard as you could, therefore the bag came flying back to you and its contents spread across the sidewalk. The person glanced at the wallet on the ground and then back at you before you both dove to the ground. They grabbed it first and you tackled them to the ground. Wrestling with grunts and yells, you hadnât noticed the audience of one that rushed to help. A blast of green light shot the person off of you and you clutched the wallet to your chest tightly, trying to reel in your ragged breath.Â
âI heard yelling from my hotel...â The hero started only to realize that it was you and with a turn of your head, you had realized it was him, Quentin.Â
âOh! Are you alright?â He extended a hand, which you readily took to stand. He then helped collect the scattered items and put them back in the now ripped bag before handing it back to you.Â
âIâm fine. Thank you.âÂ
âItâs no problem.â There was a brief, awkward lull but you werenât sure what else to say.Â
âSo, do you always wander around at night in a city you donât know?â It was an icebreaker, a line that he knew would make you at least chuckle.Â
âNo... I just had a lot on my mind. What you told us in thereâitâs a lot of information to retain.âÂ
âIâm sure an agent like you could handle it though.â You smiled bashfully at the compliment. Quentin gestured over his shoulder and shoved his hands in his pockets. You realized he wasnât wearing his uniform anymore but just a pullover sweater and some dark jeans. How he shot the green light in the first place you didnât know, but all heroes worked a little differently you suppose.Â
âWould you like to take a walk? I promise I wonât try to steal your wallet.âÂ
âHow do I know I can trust you?â The conversation was so light, and carefree that for the first time in a long time, you felt like a normal person. Quentin returned your cheeky smile and began walking.Â
âIâm pretty sure a woman like you could figure out who trust and who not avoid. Isnât that what they train you for? Agents?âÂ
âI suppose so, yes.âÂ
âCan I ask you something?â You asked Quentin and he looked at you with a nod of his head.Â
âHow did you know the elementals would turn up in our Earth?âÂ
âIntelligence. My wife, she had worked for our version of your agency. Before they came to destroy our city, one had already manifested itself in Mexico. It was as if there would be a pattern to follow. So when she passed, I used her intelligence to figure out where they might be, which led me here.âÂ
âIâm sorry for your loss.âÂ
âThank you, itâs been some time now. She would be glad to see Peter helping me, and you helping out with the cause.âÂ
âPeter really took a liking to you. I could see it in the way he could barely contain himself.â You laughed, changing the heavy subject to one more light.Â
âHeâs a good kid. Youâre related I assume?âÂ
âMy little brother.âÂ
âYou should be proud of him. He is doing a lot of good for the world. I just wish he was more confident in his abilities to realize identity protect isnât everything.âÂ
Quentin was right, it wasnât everything. But it was more than identity for Peter. It was also no Tony to lead the way, his want to be a normal kid, his need to have friends and well, MJ to like him. But neither of you would know what it was like to be a teen hero, that was a lot of unneeded pressure.Â
âIt seems that I brought you around full circle.â The sound of Quentinâs voice broke the silence and the realization that you were outside the barely standing hotel. You sighed and tugged the bag on your shoulder.Â
âThanks for saving the day, Mysterio.âÂ
âAnything to help protect Agent Parker.âÂ
If you hadnât just met him a few hours ago, you would have asked him to come upstairs but that was far too forward for the world you created for yourself, so you extended your hand as he had earlier.Â
âMay our paths cross again.âÂ
He grasped your hand tightly and agreed.Â
âHopefully under better circumstances.âÂ
You watched then as he walked away, unaware of the man underneath the facade of Mysterio. How he already knew who you were, knew all your secrets, and was ready to manipulate you to take down the institution that denied him success so many years ago.Â
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King of Wands
King of Wands
Fic Summary: When you first started with the show, Jimmy asked for a reading but you turned him away because it wasnât time. Now that heâs sitting in front of you and the cards are all laid out, itâs time to tell him exactly what his future holds.Â
Fic Rating: 18+
Pairing: Jimmy Darling/Female Reader
Warnings: Smut. Just, lots of smut.Â
A/N: Look, thought of this and wrote it in the last two hours. Just needed to get this gem out of my brain.Â
Youâre a reader.Â
A tarot reader that is.Â
It started when you were a child and your grandmother passed away. She gifted you the set that belonged to her mother and hers before that. Your mother never bought into tarot cards and had refused the family heirloom. The moment those cards were placed in your hand, however, everything changed.Â
You were obsessed, pouring over the little instructional book day after day, memorizing each card and what they meant. It wasnât until you performed your first reading that you realized the obsession went far deeper than you ever realized.Â
You began to see the cards just by looking at someone. You couldnât explain it. It was subtle at first, just the card name floating through your mind. But then it became visual, sort of like when photographs were overlaid over each other. You knew exactly what card you would pull before you even started shuffling. And you were always right.Â
It scared people.Â
At first, you were labeled a fraud; shamed for a gift you had no control over. Then you were hated. People tended to get a bit cranky when you revealed their spouse was cheating on them or that you knew about the little money laundering scheme they had going on. But they were furious when you told them the depths of their character. They didnât like when you peered into their soul and made them face the parts of themselves they kept locked away.Â
One day, they stormed your house, ready to run you out of town. You barely had time to grab your grandmotherâs cards before fleeing into the darkness.Â
Thatâs when you met Elsa. And everything changed. See, she had heard about your gifts and had come to check you out herself. She was The Moon. You saw it the second you laid your eyes on her. Fear and anxiety, but full of intuition and illusions of grandeur. You liked her and you knew that you would be safe with her and her show. Though, you warned her that if she didnât deal with her past trauma it would come back to bite her in the ass.Â
She laughed at your boldness.Â
That first night you slept more peacefully than you had in years. You were given a trailer, one that would act as your home and your workspace. For the first time in your life, you had a home that was all yours and you cherished it just as much as your grandmotherâs cards. The house you lived in before with your parents never felt like home. Not since you started reading cards.Â
You didnât meet everyone until the next morning at breakfast. Bette and Dot certainly were an interesting pair. Dot seemed indifferent to your appearance, Bette was nice and overly curious about your cards. Ma Petite was the sweetest person you ever met and Eve was an Amazonian vision. You met the others as well, but they were the ones who took you under their wings and showed you the ropes.Â
Well, them, and Jimmy.Â
Jimmy Darling.Â
From the moment he walked into the food tent you couldnât take your eyes off him. Those deep brown eyes, curly hair, strong arms...he drove you to distraction. At least, thatâs what you assumed it was when you didnât see a card for him. You saw one for everyone else. In fact, the others insisted you read for them so they could see what you could do.Â
You humored them, mostly because you wanted to impress your new friends but also because you wanted the practice.Â
âWhat do you see?â Bette asked as drew three cards and laid them out before her and Dot.Â
âDonât get your hopes up, Bette,â Dot said with her signature firm voice. âTarot reading ainât a skill. These people are just very perspective and use the cards as a way to swindle you.â
âYouâre wrong and right,â you told her, still staring at your cards. âItâs a skill but most people do use it for personal gain. I however have nothing to gain other than getting these damn pictures out of my head.â
âWhat sort of pictures?â Bette asked.Â
âThe cards. I can look at a person and know exactly what card Iâm going to pull.â
âWhat do you see when you look at me?â
You tap the first card. âThe Sun Reversed. Means overly optimistic and feeling down. You need to let your inner child come out and play. Have some fun in your life, honey.â
Bette smiled while Dot rolled her eyes. âI try,â she said. âBut she wonât let me have any fun.â
âIf I let you have the fun you want, weâd get pregnant,â Dot said.Â
You chuckled as you kept looking. âNext card is The Lovers Reversed. You donât love yourself or respect yourself.â
At that, Bette's face fell and she pursed her lips together.Â
âYouâre facing a tough choice with significant consequences,â you continued, now looking directly at her and not the cards. "Stop punishing yourself. Whatever you did, those consequences are behind you now, and dwelling on it isnât going to change what happened.â
You tap the last card, still maintaining eye contact as you watch the card of Death appear behind Bette's head like the backdrop on a stage. âSomething will be coming to an end. Thereâs a transition on the horizon and if you donât deal with whatâs in here,â you tap her chest where her heart is. âThen youâll be blind to the opportunities in front of you.â
âHorseshit,â Dot muttered. âAll of that was general. Nothing specific that would apply to either of us.â
âThose cards werenât for you,â you told her, tearing your eyes away from Bette who was chewing on her nail in thought. âThose were for Bette. I donât draw cards for people who donât want them.â
âWell fine then, draw one for me,â Dot said, her voice tinged with challenge. âWhat card do you see for me?â
âFive of Swords.â You draw the next card in the deck, laying the Five of Swords right in front of her. âThe recent battle you fought cost you more than you realize. It cost you trust, respect, and dignity. Moving forward is going to be more difficult than you thought. You should probably decide whether your point of view is so important to you that youâre willing to put your closest and ONLY relationship in jeopardy.â
Dot is unimpressed while Bette covers her smile with her hand. âObviously you stacked the deck,â Dot accused. âI bet if another card were chosen youâd say something completely different.â
âWell, obviously. But another card wonât be chosen.â You shrugged and gathered all the cards, tucking them back into the deck which you then handed to her. âShuffle yourself.â
With Bette's help, Dot shuffled the deck, twisting cards multiple times and being a lot rougher with the ancient set than you were comfortable with. You winced at the way she treated them, making a mental note to buy a set that your clients could handle instead of using your personal one.Â
Dot slammed the deck down on the table and waited. You smirked and gestured for her to draw a card.Â
The Five of Swords gleamed in the light of the tent. Dot's face hardened and she abruptly stood. âWe have practice to get to. We donât have time to sit around listening to a charlatan,â she declared.Â
Unfazed, you scooped up the deck and gently shuffled. âWhatever you say, grumpy.â
She stalked off, barely giving Bette a chance to wave goodbye.Â
Jimmy took her place at the seat across from you. he looked incredibly amused. âDay one and youâre already making friends,â he teased. âThat was some reading. I saw the others you did too. Seems like you know your stuff.â
You smiled at him but your smile faded when you suddenly realized, you couldnât see any card. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. All you saw was him.Â
Jimmy placed his hands on the table expectantly. âAlright, tarot reader. Tell me my future.â
âSorry, I canât.â You had never met someone who didnât have a card and you suddenly worried that something was wrong with you.Â
âAh, hey, thatâs not fair,â he said. âI deserve a reading just like everyone else. Come on, doll face. What do you see?â
You considered the situation as you shuffled the card, with such ease and skill it was like the cards were floating between your hands and fingers. âItâs not your time for a reading,â you declared. âSorry, Jimmy. Maybe some other time.â
As you stood up, Jimmy leaned back in his seat with a smirk. âPlaying hard to get, sugar? Thatâs alright. Iâm a patient man. I can wait.â
The circus became the place where you finally belonged. Everyone became family and over the years, your talent and act grew. Soon, your grandmotherâs cards were only one of the twelve sets you used. You did most of your work while people were waiting for the show to start. Your trailer was set just next to the main tent so those in line or waiting could come in for a reading. You made decent money too, which of course went right back into the circus to help everyone.Â
Your powers grew as your act did. Soon you could see and learn things about someone that you couldnât possibly know otherwise. The cards helped get things started but once you were deep in a reading, everything else came right from your own mind.Â
Every time someone tried to find a way to indicate you were cheating them, you made changes. At first, they said it was because you stacked the deck, so you started having them pick which one they wanted you to use. Then they said you cheated because you could see which one they picked right away and somehow used that the cheat, so you wrapped every deck in the same identical black silk cloth.Â
The table was left bare. No books or anything else during readings. You didnât need the books anymore anyway since you knew each deck by heart. The person would sit and you saw the images just as clearly as you saw them.Â
Except for Jimmy. He was the one and only person who never had a card. It annoyed you but eventually, you came to cherish it. Because when you two were together, all you saw was him. You never got distracted by the pictures. Over time, you and Jimmy became close friends.Â
Often after a show, the two of you would sit outside and look at the stars, talking for hours. Your feelings for him grew, but you kept them to yourself. He was the first friend you ever had and you didnât want to mess up the friendship by telling him how you felt.Â
Of course, the universe had other plans. As it often did.Â
It was nearly five years later and you were in your trailer, cleaning up for the evening when there was a sharp knock on the door. Not expecting anyone, you frowned and peeked out the curtained window before opening the door.
Jimmy stood on the steps, hands on his hips and jaw clenched. You immediately knew something was wrong and stepped aside to let him in.Â
âDo you want to talk about it?â you asked, heading to the small kitchenette to pour him some tea you had just made yourself.Â
âOh, you know, the usual. Being called freaks and getting shit thrown at us,â Jimmy grumbled as he paced. âI get so fucking tired of it. We deserve to be treated with respect just like everyone else. And no matter how hard we try they never fucking see that.â
âIâm sorry, babe. I know how much this weighs on you. I wish there was something I could do to help.â
âWhy do you stay with us?âÂ
His question made you look over at him with confusion. âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean, you could go anywhere you want. Do your act for yourself. Why do you stay here?â
For you.
âThis is my home and my family, where else would I go?â
He collapsed into your kitchen chair. âYou deserve more, you know. Someoneââ He caught himself and paused. âSomething else. Something better.â
You turned around to tell him that you had no intention of going anywhere when your vision was assaulted by bright lights and the image of the King of Wands. It was so sudden and unexpected that you gasped, letting the teacup slip from your fingers and shatter on the floor. The moment you staggered backward, Jimmy was out of his seat with his arms around your waist to catch you.Â
âWhoa, whoa, whoa, easy there, doll face. Donât wanna bump that pretty head of yours,â he said. âYou alright?â
Grabbing his biceps to steady yourself, you shut your eyes and nodded. âYeah, yeah, Iâm fine, just give me a minute.â
This was the first time in your entire friendship that the two of you touched. Sure there was an occasional handhold or pat on the knee, but he had never put his arms around you and, in truth, it was the best feeling in the world. Unable to stop yourself, you stepped into the embrace, burying your face in his neck. Jimmy held you tight, his nose in your hair. You were so close you could hear his heart racing and when his hand made a slow trail down your spine, you shuddered.Â
âTake all the time you need, darlinâ. I ainât complaining.â
You smiled and pulled back just enough to look him in the eye. âItâs time for your reading.â
He quirked his eyebrow in amusement. âThat what the kids are calling it nowadays?â
Laughing, you reluctantly stepped out of his arms and patted him on the chest. âIâm serious. I can finally see your card.â
âHot damn. Must be my lucky day.â
You stepped over the broken cup, too focused on other things to care. As you took your seat, you waved to the shelf with your cards. âTake your pick.â
No longer angry, Jimmy looked incredibly amused at the change of events. âYouâve got a strange definition of foreplay, but Iâll play along.â
You rolled your eyes in amusement as he walked up to the shelf, hands shoved in his pockets. He was as handsome as he ever was. His looks only improved with time and the white sleeveless shirt and finely tailored pants helped a great deal. Often you had to stop yourself from just staring at him. Unless he was on stage. Then, you tucked yourself in the back and watched him with shameless love and affection in your soul.Â
It took him a while to pick a deck, but when he did, he gingerly plucked it off the shelf and sat down with it.Â
âUnwrap the cards and shuffle,â you told him.Â
âI love it when you get all bossy.â
âFor Christâs sake, Jimmy, just shuffle the damn cards.â
He chuckled, placing the cards on the table and carefully undoing the ribbon that bound them. When the cloth fell away, you found yourself staring at your grandmotherâs cards. They almost never were picked nowadays. Truthfully, you were the only one to use them in the last two or so years.Â
âSo what card do you see for me, doll face?â Jimmy asked, shuffling the deck. His hands fumbled a few times but eventually, he got the hang of it.Â
âThe King of Wands.â
Jimmy smirked. âI know Iâm good in bed but damn, I didnât know I was a king.â
âNot that wand, Jimmy. Well...maybe that wand but I donât know yet. Just shuffle and draw a card.â
âWhy now?â He kept his eyes on you as he shuffled. âWeâve known each other five years and you never gave me a reading. The one time I asked, you said it wasnât time.â
âYou know itâs because I didnât see a card for you.â
âYeah, but why do you see one now?â
âFuck if I know.â
Jimmy placed the deck down and drew a card.Â
The High Priestess. No. No, thatâs not right. Youâve never been wrong in your entire life. A chill ran down your spine and you frowned as you looked at the card. Jimmyâs card wasnât the High Priestess.Â
âLooks like you were wrong, sugar,â Jimmy said. âThatâs weird. Iâve never known you to be wrong.â
âThatâs because Iâm not. Draw another card.â
âDarlinâ, itâs okayââ
âHumor me, Jimmy. Just draw again.â
Jimmy shrugged and drew another card, placing it next to the first. The Lovers. âStill not the King of Wands,â he said. âLook, itâs been a long day. Iâm sure after doing all those readings youâre bound to be a little off.â
âDraw one more.â Jimmy said your name softly but you just shook your head. âDraw again, Jimmy.â
Jimmy sighed and drew another card and your heart lept. The King of Wands.
âThere you are you sneaky bastard,â you said. âNow what the hellâŠâ You cut yourself off when you realized what the cards meant. Images and sounds came rushing to you all at once and suddenly, you started laughing. Full on, deep belly, laughing.Â
Jimmy looked bewildered. âHave you lost your damn mind? Whatâs so funny?â
âYou just gave me a reading.â
âCome again?â
You point to him. âYou, Jimmy Darling, just read MY tarot cards.â
âBut I ainât no card reader.âÂ
âTonight you are apparently. See, this card is yours.â You point to the King of Wands before tapping the High Priestess. âAnd this one is mine.â
Jimmy looked down at the three cards. The High Priestess, The Lovers, and the King of Wands. His face broke out in a wide smile. âWell, shit,â he said, leaning back in his seat. âLooks like we have a long night ahead of us.â
The both of you were out of your seats in the blink of an eye. When your lips finally met for the first time, it was like your world exploded. Every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire and that only amplified times a thousand when Jimmy got his hands on you. He pulled at your shirt, tugging it out of your skirt so he could reach underneath. You gasped into his mouth the moment his skin made contact with yours and he groaned in response, palming your braless breasts with a rough squeeze.Â
âFuck,â you swore. âJimmy, I want you so fucking bad.â
âOh, youâll have me, doll face. All of me.â
He backed you against the wall of the trailer, mouth devouring yours like he was the hungriest man alive and you were the best meal he ever had. Teeth clashed together in your excitement and you were sure your lips were going to be swollen by the end of the night.Â
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted this,â he went on, yanking your skirt up to bunch around your waist. His hands grabbed your thighs, giving them an excited squeeze as he yanked you against his chest. âYou drive me damn crazy, woman. Always have. Seeing you walking around with this body and this mouth. The things Iâve wanted to do to you. Lost count of how many times Iâve touched myself thinking about you.â
You whimpered at his words, wet with arousal and lust. âShow me.â
Jimmy pulled back to give you that damn irresistible smirk of his. âKinky. I like that.â
You tugged on his belt, undoing it and pulling it from the loops. âYou have no idea, baby.â
Jimmy growled deep in his throat, giving you another kiss before taking over the task of ridding himself of his pants. God, he was magnificent. Long and thick and begging for your touch or mouth. Or both. Jimmy placed a hand on the wall by your head, keeping his eyes locked on yours as he started stroking himself. You wanted to look since that was the whole point, but you couldnât tear your eyes away from those dark brown ones.Â
Youâd never seen eyes like his. They pierced into your very soul and saw you for who you truly were.Â
âCome on, darlinâ,â he panted. âYou said you wanted me to show you. The least you could do is look.â
So you looked.Â
Fuck it was hot. Seeing his hand wrapped around his cock, jerking himself off for you, was more than you could handle. You dropped to your knees, pushing his hands away and taking the tip of him into your mouth.Â
Jimmyâs hand fell to your head and he swore out your name followed by a loud, drawn-out, âFuuuuck!â
It took you a moment to get a good rhythm going. Truth be told, you were severely out of practice. Ever since you saw Jimmy, you hadnât wanted anyone else. You flirted every now and then with a client, but it never went further because you knew none of them would match up to him.Â
You sucked Jimmy off eagerly, closing your eyes and losing yourself in the heady taste of him. He moaned and grunted, urging you on with words of encouragement. You always loved his voice and could listen to him sing for hours. But this was a different kind of song. This was one you knew you couldnât live without. His hips thrust along with your mouth, burying himself as far into your throat as he could go.Â
âShit, doll face. Why the fuck havenât we been doing this this whole time?â he groaned, tugging on your hair. âYou better stop before this is over embarrassingly soon.â
Pulling off him with a pop, you dragged your tongue along the length of him before smirking. âThought you would have more stamina than that, Jimmy-boy.â
He yanked you up onto your feet and shoved you back against the wall. âOh trust me, darlinâ. I have plenty.â
His mouth covered yours again as his hand disappeared under your skirt. Jimmyâs hands had drawn your attention but not for the reasons he would have thought. Even when he was self-conscious about them, you admired them. You had heard plenty of stories about his sexual exploits and wished that one day you would experience what he could do.Â
He rubbed you through your panties, drawing a gasp out of you as he filled your mouth with his tongue before biting your bottom lip as he pulled away. Jimmy wanted eye contact when he slid his hand under that soft fabric, his finger gently making contact with your clit before he pressed down hard. You shouted in surprise, lust coursing through your veins instantly.Â
âYouâre already wet, baby,â Jimmy cooed, placing the gentlest of kisses on your neck as he continued to draw hard circles around your clit. âSure know how to stoke a manâs ego.â
âItâs all you, Jimmy,â you panted, already breathless and eager. âItâs only ever been you.â
He paused, gaze softening. âEver?â
âWell, not ever ever but definitely since the day we met.â
A second later, his finger slid inside you and with a gasp you grabbed his shoulders, arching your back in a futile attempt to draw yourself closer to him. He smashed his mouth against yours, kissing away what little breath you had and making your knees buckle. Dear lord, he was magnificent. His thick finger stretched you better than you ever thought possible, certainly better than your own had. And if you were this worked up from his hand alone, you couldnât wait for his cock.Â
Jimmy rested his forehead against yours, watching your face as he pleasured you. Your eyes stayed closed but you could still feel the stare, sense his smile as your breaths mingled together. When he leaned against you, you could feel the hardness of his cock. Teasingly, you raised your leg to press your thigh against it and he groaned as precum leaked onto your skin.Â
âFuck me, Jimmy,â you begged shamelessly.Â
âOh, I will, doll face. Once you cum first.â
It didnât take long for him to make that happen. Just a few more deep strokes and you convulsed against him, still trapped between his body and the wall. Stars exploded behind your eyelids and as you threw your head back, Jimmy latched onto your neck, sucking greedily. He was still at it when you came back down from your high.Â
âYouâre gonna leave a mark,â you slurred, reaching down to grab his wrist so heâd give you a second to recover. His finger slipped out but he kept his hand on your thigh, his thumb stroking the soft flesh.Â
âThatâs the plan.â
Laughing softly, you dragged your eyes open when he pulled away, only to be met with the beautiful sight of a disheveled and red-cheeked Jimmy Darling.Â
âYou are the most beautiful person I have ever seen,â you said.Â
âI take it you donât own a mirror. Because youâre far more beautiful than I am.â
âActually, I do. In the bedroom.â You smirked and nodded over your shoulder to the beaded curtain that separated your sleeping space from the rest of the trailer. âWanna take a look?â
âBeen waiting for you to ask that for years.â
Giggling like school children, you grabbed Jimmyâs hand and pulled him into the room. He stepped out of his shoes and pants along the way, leaving them behind. Your room could barely be called that. It didnât have space for anything other than your bed and a few decorations on the wall. One of which was a large ornate mirror you had found at an antique shop some time ago. Its bronzed frame shone in the moonlight that filtered in through the tiny window.
Jimmy admired it briefly, staring at your reflection as you climbed onto the bed. âClothes off, doll face,â he said, yanking his shirt off. âLet me finally see all of you.â
You stripped slowly and deliberately, taking off each layer with careful movements if for no other reason than to give Jimmy the show he deserved. When you were finally, naked, he let out a strangled moan, reaching down to touch himself again. âFucking hell, youâre just a pretty as I always thought you were.â
âIâm even prettier up close.â You spread your legs for him as you settled against the mound of pillows behind you.Â
Grinning, Jimmy climbed onto the bed, crawling towards you with catlike grace. As you leaned up for a kiss, he granted your desire, cupping your cheek to hold you there for a moment. A second later, his hand grasped your neck and he shoved you onto your back before burying his face between your legs.Â
His roughness thrilled you right down to your core, which he drank from excitedly. Those lips. That mouth. You knew he had a quick tongue but fuck you never knew how quick it was. He had you soaked from his spit in no time, his tongue switching between flicking at your clit and licking slow stripes along your seam. The teasing didnât last long. He was too worked up and ready for more. His finger slid into you again as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked.Â
âJesus, Jimmy!â you exclaimed, clamping your thighs around his head and burying your hands in that wonderfully curly hair. âBaby, you have no idea what you do to me.â
He drew back just enough to smirk up at you. âIâve got some idea.âÂ
His fingers and hand were drenched in your arousal and you werenât even the least bit ashamed about it. After all these years, to finally be able to touch him and have him touch you was too much to handle. You were never one to play coy and you sure as hell werenât going to start now.Â
âFuck me already!â
âSo damn impatient,â Jimmy teased, still fingering you as he kissed your inner thigh. âYou really want it that bad, donât you?â
You yanked his hair so his eyes met yours. âYou do too. I know it.â
Eyes dancing with lust, Jimmyâs hand slipped out from between your legs. He crawled up the rest of your body and pulled you into a harsh kiss. You could taste yourself on him and a sense of possessiveness washed over you. It disappeared and was replaced by instant pleasure a second later when he pushed his cock into you.Â
You both groaned so loud, you knew the others could hear you outside.Â
Jimmy took you so hard, you could feel the trailer rocking along with his trusts. Not that you minded. Nope. Quite the opposite. You wanted more. You wanted all of him, everything he could give. Five years was too damn long to hold back. You never felt so stretched and full before. The world around you melted away and all you were left with was Jimmy finally claiming your body for himself.Â
âPerfect. Such a good girl,â he praised into your ear, his hips jerking against yours with a hard steady rhythm. âAlways knew youâd take it well. All mine now, darlinâ. No one else gets this sweet pussy but me, we understand?â
âOnly you, Jimmy,â you cooed, more than happy to give yourself to him completely. On one condition. You grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you. âAnd youâre mine.â
He grinned. âIf you say so.â
You pushed against him until he sat back on his heels and you were able to climb onto his lap. He slid back into you with ease as you rode him, his hands gripping your ass so tight you knew heâd leave marks. Jimmy turned his head and it was your turn to attack his neck with kisses and love bites. You saw how women looked at him, you werenât stupid. When they saw the way you marked him, they wouldnât look anymore. Not if they knew what was good for them.Â
âWe look good, doll face,â he panted, watching your reflections in the mirror. âLike we were made for each other.â
You pressed your cheek against his and also watched, your bodies grinding and writhing, begging for sweet release. âWe were.â
You came not too long after, too tired and worked up to hold back. Jimmy fucked you through it, biting his lip as his own orgasm overtook him. With a groan, he threw his head back and came inside you, filling you up with his release until he was spent and both slumped against each other panting.Â
Sloppy kisses were exchanged as Jimmy laid the both of you down. You remained in your sweaty, tangled embrace, neither one of you wanting to pull away now that you could finally touch each other. Even when you caught your breath, you stayed there, you stroking Jimmyâs chest and him running his fingers through your hair.Â
âYou never told me what my card meant,â he said after some time had passed. His voice was soft from fatigue and he sounded more relaxed than he had been in days.Â
âThe King of Wands represents pure, fiery energy. Heâs a natural-born leader, a visionary. But doesnât go forward alone. Heâs all about caring for those around him and enlisting their help to realize his vision. Heâs someone whoâs here to leave a legacy.â
âHmm,â Jimmy hummed in amusement. âI like the sound of that.â
âYou create your own destiny. You create the outcome you want. Now, the only question is, what is it you want?â
Jimmy smiled down at you, reaching up to cup your cheek. âAlready got what I want right here, sugar.â
With a smile, you kissed him. The both of you remained that way for some time, each kiss getting softer and gentler, until you both fell asleep, wrapped in each otherâs arms.Â
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10 reasons why a poorly adjusted adult Dib is a Valid headcanon
1. Dib is/was a neglected child
Dib doesnât have a parent that he can lean on and go talk to for advice, his father is frequently out of the picture and doesnât give a shit about the thing that Dib cares about. Dib is actively encouraged by his neglectful father to give up on it, actually. I believe this would make Dibs stubborn streak really bitter and spiteful. Most people reading this are LGBTQ+, I assume I donât need to explain how a fucked up an isolated upbringing, or being unable to be yourself around a parent, hurts you in the long run.Â
2. Dib is bullied for the things he is passionate about, and being bullied heavily colours your perception of other peopleÂ
The world of Invader Zim is not kind, Dib is frequently harassed by his classmates/superiors/family for his outbursts/lectures/overall investigator shtick.Â
Now you might say âbut, Screaming, wouldnât Dib learn to tone it down as he got older?â and YEAH. Probably! But does that mean that he would just forgive all the people that made his life horrible before that point? Or who socially ostracized him for the things heâd done in the past? No. No one is under any obligation to forgive anyone who hurt them, and I think Dib wouldnât even try to forgive someone he saw as intellectually inferiorÂ
3. Dib is a selfish rich kid
Dib is selfish. He wants to be the protector of earth- but he doesnât do it for earths sake. Heâs clearly doing it as a cry for attention/ a reason to eventually be vindicated for being spit on by his own kind. I donât think he would have genuine empathy for other people. If he did have it, itâd have to be something he had to work really hard at. However, I donât see Dib putting much effort into understanding other humans.Â
Dib is rich (probably). This one being more of a headcanon- in the series Dib wants for no material object, he wastes technology on his explorations like itâs something he can just pick up from the dollar store, his father is a world renowned scientist with access to crazy technology and the ears of world leaders. I think heâd feel entitled to one or two thingsÂ
4. Gaz is not her brothers keeper.Â
Sheâs not responsible for his mental health, sheâs not responsible for keeping him in line and ânormalâ. Most of the time she doesnât want a damn thing to do with him. If weâre going by the standards of the IZ tv show, the only times that Gaz interfered with Dibs paranormal investigations were when Professor M. Was also involved. Either she wanted to see her dad and Dibs antics were getting in the way (forcing her to intervene), or she was directly ordered by their dad to keep Dib out of trouble. Sure, you could argue that she would beat the shit out of Dib for doing something she didnât like- but that wouldnât âfixâ the mind of a very stubborn person. It might even make them dig their heels in even deeper out of spite and bitterness as a âfuck you Iâm right youâre wrongâÂ
Furthermore, as Gaz gets older sheâs going to have her own life to worry about and might stop tolerating the way Prof. M uses her as a middle man to deal with his âpoor insane sonâ. Sheâs under no obligation to fix any of the phases Dibs life might go through. If Dib was unpleasant enough, and Gaz had the resources to leave, I think she might just bail on him.Â
5. Dib is arrogantÂ

He's gonna do what he thinks is the best course of action unless you physically stop him from doing so. He comes from a place of thinking that he is right, the opinion of anyone else is secondary. Dib will do âwhat needs to be doneâ for âthe greater goodâ. Whatever he thinks that âgoodâ is. He wants to play the white knight at any cost. He cannot be in the wrong, or that bravado towards being righteous in the end crumbles. I think Dib would subscribe to a âthe ends justify the meansâ mentality
6. Dib would harm another person to get what he wanted

In a room with a moose, Dib debates letting himself die just to take his entire class down with him. In the unaired episode âreturn of Keefâ, he co-operates with Zim in an attempt to make Keef explode, because he thinks Keef is irritating. Dib used Gaz to test out an ancient spell book, cursed Gaz to only taste pork, and then only helped fix the problem when threatened with physical violence. This could be the kind of thinking that gets worse over time as more people mock his attempts to save and protect them. Why care about people that donât even give a shit if they live or die? Dib is a smart fringe personality in his world, and the otherness that he feels for that could lead to a sociopathic way of thinking if things went bad enoughÂ
7. Dib does not care about other peoples personal space
Dib hides cameras in Zims house. Dib ran right past the front gate at NASA Place, Dib chased a baby big foot up a radio tower. Dib bullied Zim physically on the playground using his known weaknesses against him. Dib would do anything to get the evidence he needed to prove what he wanted to prove, and that would get him in trouble. Repeatedly
8. Antisocial tendencies (like spending countless hours fused to a chair, or most of your young adult life spent hunched over a desk at a computer screen) make it difficult to smoothly socially integrate, and the world of Invader Zim is fuckin' mean
You know the world he comes from is mean. However, assuming Dib did find community somewhere, whoâs to say they would agree with him? Or like him? Maybe one of them would cause problems for him that were bad enough heâd have to leave. Iâve always found that the IZ portrayal of earth to be like this funny cynical parody of a dystopian police state america. If weâre going by âwhat can go wrong will go wrongâ, Dibs social integration wouldnât get easier without a bunch of effort on Dibs part. Maybe Dib would have to pretend to be somebody unlike himself just to get by in his day to day adult life. If we see Dibs country of residence as a police state, the world Dib grows up in would encroach heavily on his personal privacy, and that might make him even stranger via paranoiaÂ
9. Sadistic tendencies towards anything paranormal (obsessed with the act of dominating and exposing the unknown)

Dib is a fucking jerk to Zim (rightfully so), but Dib is a dick to pretty much every supernatural thing he comes across. Either out of an excess of enthusiasm, or using a supernatural being to further his own plans, or from an invasion of privacy, or being an irritant to the entity heâs dealing with. He LIKES to be mean to them. He wishes to have mastery over knowing how they work. (maybe itâs more fair to say Dib is a voyeur?) Â
This is more headcanon than anything, but I donât think itâs a stretch to say he might also want to control the paranormal for his own purposes. If Dib could say- catch a ghost in a jar so he could show it to everyone, heâd do it. If he could trick a werewolf into transforming on stage in front of a large audience? Heâd do that.
10. Dib is created to be Zims equal

Dib is as âevilâ as Zim is and vice versa. Neither of them is good, or pure, or morally justified. Itâs a nice little grey dynamic. Both characters think theyâre entirely in the right when they act. That they often arenât in the right is fun because then you get to write/draw/ think about how theyâd react to the consequences. Dib could still totally be a hero in his own mind, despite setting an apartment block on fire to flush out a coven of litches.
The reverse of this is also true, Zim can do nice things, and occasionally be good as Dib can be good. I figure the Zim/Dib dynamic changes for everyones interpretations at least somewhat. Having Zims terrible actions rub off on Dib as their battles escalate is a really fun way to go about exploring their relationshipÂ
11. I like the it
There is no right or wrong way to enjoy a cartoon character! Live to make yourself happy in fandom! If you ever thought you needed permission to create rancid content, Iâm sorry you felt pressured not to do it.Â
You want to make a serial killer Dib?? You want to make a basement dwelling depressed zit covered Dib?? You want to make a Dib who struggles with his trauma through substance abuse?? Go HAM!!Â
#screaming//#this has been an announcement from one of many Nasty Dib supporters#Please feel free to comment#This is all theory#and none of it is intended as malicious
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But You pt 7 |Â Feysand
Modern AU. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 The smut continues! Honestly I get so carried away this could have been a one shot. You've been warned.
The gallery where Feyre's paintings hung was throwing an honest to goodness ball.
At first she had thought it was pretentious, but then Rhys had actually been excited. In sixteen-odd years of knowing Rhys, in her one year of living with him in their cosy little townhouse, she had never seen him excited for a social event. Not once.
So she brought out the black, backless dress she had impulsively bought for that one gala a couple of years back, and watched with endless amusement as Rhys primped and peacocked for over an hour in the bathroom. They were almost late. By the time got his hair and bowtie just so, Feyre was holding the door open and yelling to the taxi that they'd be right there. Rhys emerged in a haze of hair spray and cologne, took one look at her, and pushed it closed again.
"Feyre you looks absolutely delicious," he said, trapping Feyre against the door. His hands remained on the wood on either side of her face, and his bedroom eyes burned into her as they dragged down her body. Back up. Caught on her breasts, and then on her mouth.
"Rhys, we really do have to go," Feyre said. Rhys bent his elbows, pushed a thigh between her legs and ran his teeth over her throat. "We will," Rhys assured her. "In a minute."
His hands found the slit in her skirt and trailed up the inside of her bare leg. When he discovered she wasn't wearing any underwear, he froze on the spot. Then a feline grin spread over his face. "Wicked creature," he purred. "Pretending to be all business-like when secretly..." He stroked a finger over the centre of her, and her core clenched in response.
"I just didn't want a panty-line," she tried to explain, gasping as Rhys' hand moved. "No objections here," Rhys said, and ghosted his lips over hers. "I'm wearing make-up," Feyre protested weakly. "I just want one little taste," Rhys whispered. "You'll get lipstick on you." "I won't," Rhys argued, and then dropped to his knees and with no warning at all licked a stripe up between her legs. Sucked her clit into his mouth and tongue-kissed it until Feyre's legs started to give.
Then he stood again, straightened her skirts, and smoothed a hand over his hair.
"Well we'd better not keep the driver waiting any longer," he said smoothly, and held his arm out for Feyre to take. She gaped at him. "Come now, my dear, you can't be late when you're one of the artists."
She looped her arm though his, and let him walk her to the taxi in a daze. He held the door for her, and when he slid in next to her she said, "You're a bully, you know that?"
Rhys smirked. "Leave you wanting, did I?" "Started things you couldn't finish, more like," Feyre huffed. Rhys' eyes brightened. "I'll have you know that I can accomplish anything I set my mind to." He hugged her closer to him on the seat. Smoothed a hand down her leg, and found that slit in her dress. Stroked up the inside of her thigh.
"Of course, I don't intend to make this evening about myself," he said conversationally. While his fingers found her entrance.
"I more than anyone know how hard you've worked for this exhibition." The volume of her black skirts over the dark sleeve of his jacket meant the driver wouldn't be able to see anything if he happened to glance back. But Feyre blushed a deep scarlet anyway.
"I mean, you've always enjoyed a bit of exhibition, haven't you darling?" Rhys went on. His fingers dipped in just enough to feel the slickness there, and then slipped up toward her clit. "It's always important for an artist to be able to be in the public eye, I think."
He rubbed slow, wet circles over her clit, and Feyre's hands tightened on the seat.
"Of course, some prefer to labour in silence," Rhys said. "What do you think, Feyre? Could you work unnoticed? Can you stay quiet?" "I... um..." Feyre stammered. Rhys' fingers sped up. "Oh I know, so typical of artists to have difficult speaking about themselves. That's the paradox, isn't it?"
And then he plunged two fingers right up inside her. Feyre bit down hard on her lip to stop herself from crying out.
"Say driver," Rhys said casually. As he fucked her with his fingers. "How far away do you think we might be from the venue?"
The driver looked up at his rearview mirror, and Feyre forced her features into neutrality. Pretended to cough as the heel of Rhys' palm pressed against her clit.
"I think we're coming up on it now," the driver said. "Oh excellent," Rhys replied. And then sure enough, they were pulling over and Rhys was withdrawing his hand. Feyre whimpered and squeezed her now very empty thighs together.
Rhys got out of the cab and rounded the other side. Opened Feyre's door.
"Why Feyre, you look a little flushed. Are you feeling alright?"
Feyre just nodded, and let Rhys help her out of the taxi.
That cab ride more or less set the tone for the evening. Rhys stuck by her side like glue, and was always touching her some way or another. While they mingled and met patrons and other artists, Rhys kept a warm hand on her bare back and stroked over her skin. Nails on her spine. Finger tips above her tailbone.
When they sat down to listen to speeches, Rhys' hand sat on her knee, drawing circles there, never stilling. Every so often he'd lean over, and brush his lips over the curve of her ear.
Finally, the string quartet sat down and everyone was called to dance, and with no hesitation Rhys swept her up on her feet and into his arms. Where he held her tight enough against his body that she could feel the press of his erection in her abdomen.
"You are driving me absolutely insane," Rhys murmured. I'm driving you insane? Feyre wanted to say. Instead, she asked, "Where did you learn to dance?" "Brazil, probably, maybe, I don't know. I don't know anything right now except that I think I have to get you home immediately." "Rhys we just got here." "Yes yes, we came, we looked amazing, we can leave now, right?"
At that moment, a man whom Feyre recognised as one of the other exhibiting artists tapped Rhys on the shoulder.
"Excuse me," he said, with a beautiful smile. "May I cut in?" "No," Rhys said curtly, and whirled Feyre away, leaving her to mouth "Sorry," and give the man her most apologetic expression as he stood there looking shocked and a little confused.
"Well that was rude," Feyre scolded. "Do I look like I give a flying fuck?" Rhys asked. "When you are in that dress, no one else is touching you, not even to shake your hand. You are mine." "That's so funny," Feyre crooned. She shifted her hips against the hardness pushing into her belly, and watched with satisfaction as Rhys suppressed a shudder. "Here I thought you were mine."
Rhys hid his face in the crook of Feyre's neck. "Of course I am," he breathed. "Of course." "Well then," Feyre said, and stepped away. Rhys frowned and opened his mouth to protest, but Feyre took his hand and led him away. Out of the ballroom, down a corridor, and through a door that she had to open with a keycode.
"Where are we?" Rhys asked, looking around. Rows and rows of large, rectangular canvases lay on their sides. "The archives," Feyre said. "This is where they keep the artworks that aren't currently on display. I have the current code because I have a couple of paintings down here, but it changes every week."
Rhys looked back at her with half a crooked smile.
"And what are we doing here in the archives, Feyre darling?"
Feyre pushed him back against the wall, and when his back thudded audibly the grin stretched wide. "You're finishing what you started is what," Feyre snarled. "Yes ma'am," Rhys breathed, and turned them so their positions were reversed and it was Feyre backed up against the wall. Feyre leaned forward to kiss him, but Rhys pulled away.
"Careful dear," he said. "Wouldn't want to ruin your pretty lipstick."
He grabbed her hips and spun her around. Feyre's hands hit the wall, and Rhys pushed this thigh between her knees to widen them. He pulled her skirts open at the side slit, and put his fingers in his mouth before he slid them into her. Feyre groaned.
"Is this what you wanted?" Rhys asked. "Is this what you've been thinking about all evening?" But Feyre shook her head. "More," she gasped. "More?" Rhys echoed. He slid another finger into her, earning a second, louder moan. Pumped her already soaking pussy. "More," Feyre begged again, and this time Rhys unbuckled his belt and pushed himself into her.
Feyre's knees unlocked, even as she arched her back to get him in deeper. Rhys paused there for a moment, breathing hard, then pulled out and pushed in deeper. Did it one more time and he was seated to the hilt.
"Is that what you needed?" Rhys murmured. He stroked his hands over the bare skin of her back, his rough callouses raising goosebumps in their wake. Feyre smirked at the wall, and licked her lips.
"More," she said, and Rhys growled low in his throat as he gripped her hips in his hands and fucked her relentlessly from behind.
After a whole evening of teasing, it didn't take long for Feyre to come apart. She tried to keep it quiet, but Rhys pounded into her so hard that stars burst before her eyes and no part of her body was in her control. She just had to hope that they were far away enough from the crowd, and that the music was loud enough that the would go unnoticed. After all, she wasn't the only one with the keycode.
When Rhys' hand slid down in front of her to slide over her clit, Feyre's climax was a live thing between them. It burned through her, until she was leaning her hot face against the cool of the wall.
"God you're beautiful when you come," Rhys murmured. He had slowed down as Feyre's orgasm faded, but was now speeding up again, building toward his own release. Feyre let him, for about ten seconds. Then she pushed him away.
Rhys scrabbled to pull her in again. "Where are you going?" he grumbled. But Feyre just smoothed her skirts down and leaned back against the wall.
"You can't come in here Rhys," she said, with mocking concern in her eyes. "These are precious artworks and I am wearing a nice dress."
Rhys just opened and closed his mouth, his erection still sticking out of his open pants.
"Hurry now and put that away," she said with a glance down. "We're at a formal function for goodness' sakes." And with that, she swept toward the door, leaving Rhys to fumble with his button and trot helplessly after her.
"Gods," he muttered, as they made their way back into the main hall. "This why other people are never fucking worth it. Let's get out of here." He made to grab Feyre's hand, but she yanked it out of his reach.
"But Rhys darling, this is a very big event for me, there are still people I have to meet." Rhys groaned loudly and gnashed his teeth at her. She ignored this, and continued to torture him for a good fifteen more minutes before graciously agreeing to leave.
They made out in the taxi all the way home, Rhys tipped the driver generously in apology before Feyre dragged him in through the front door. They didn't make it to the bedroom. Feyre got about half way up the stairs before Rhys grabbed her ass, flipped her skirt up and started eating her out from behind.
Feyre dropped to her knees, hands on the steps in front of her, and was just starting to climax in his mouth when Rhys replaced his tongue with his cock and fucked her until his cum was running down the backs of her legs.
They collapsed there, until eventually Rhys went to fetch a towel to clean up and then carried Feyre up to bed. Carefully helped her out of her ridiculous dress and shoes, and even brought a wet towel for her makeup.
"You're the sweetest," Feyre said. "I might just have a shower before bed." "No," Rhys said, pulling her into his chest. He was now just in his boxer briefs. "Stay here with me." Feyre laughed. "I'll be right back." "Shower in the morning," Rhys insisted. His arms wouldn't budge.
So Feyre lay back down and loved the feeling of his nose nuzzling into the back of her neck.
"Let's not see other people for another month," Rhys said. "I hate everyone." "Everyone?" "But you."
Feyre grinned in the dark. "Good boy," she said.
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Fam let me tell you I almost ended it when Feyre walked out of that archive room but I figured I had tortured poor Rhysie long enough! That's the end of this one, thank you enormously to everyone who has read and reblogged. I don't hate any of you.
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çłç°ăćŻżćž 12/9/21 stream translation Part 8
This is not the full translation of the stream. I only translated the parts I could understand & interpret or parts I found interesting/important. Iâm still a beginner in Japanese, so the translations may not be accurate. If you want to repost, please repost at your own risk.
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*He started drawing choujin X.
I: Iâm gonna do my work. Itâs gonna be a work streaming onwards. Whoever is sleepy can sleep.
*Showing the screen.
I: This is the 2nd chapter. Iâm doing this for the magazine. Even though Iâve done this chapter before, Iâm still drawing it. This is what Iâve been doing. Â Pitiful, isnât it? Iâm doing this because I want to though. Then, Iâm gonna casually draw this for a bit.
C: Looks tough.
I: Not at all. Which page should I do? So exciting!
I: The bgm is called Cry by Queen Bee.
I: I wasnât told to do this by Young Jump or anything. I voluntarily wanted to do it. I asked them to let me do it.
C: Tell us your favourite panel.
I: HmmâŠI wonder. I donât know.
I: Iâve been doing the manuscript by myself, along with the background as a challenge. When I was able draw the background pretty well, I thought, surprisingly, working this way was better. So, I got carried away and had fun drawing them. I drew too much to the point the pages piled up. It didnât need these many pages. You canât have these many pages for the comic, so itâs difficult. The 70 something pages for chapter 2 is gonna be compressed to fit the magazine. I feel embarrassed. I was like âwhat is this super big spread?!â
I: My goal is to update 3 chapters this month while creating chapter 2 ver 2, and there are coloured parts in between the pages for the magazine. Iâm not supposed to do that either⊠Itâs troublesome.
*Someone commented thereâs a weird URL. (t/n: the highlight of the stream.)
I: Thereâs a weird URL? Should I delete it? Which one? Oh, itâs an R-18 URL. âHot Girls and Boysâ. This is definitely an adult URL! Maybe I should check out. Hahaha! Iâll pin this message! What should I do with it? ThenâŠIâm blocking it.
C: Sensei, check it out for us.
I: Iâll take a look at it for a bit later. The virus might corrupt my manuscripts.
C: Thatâll be a problem.
I: Do you mean me pinning the message? Oh, you mean my manuscript getting corrupted. Thatâs okay. Itâll be a corrupted version of chapter 2. The virus version. I have to quickly make ver.3 if that happens. Choujin X adult ver. Adult sites often put X in their URL. That kind of info came out when I searched about the letter âXâ. Therefore, I wanna do that kind of collaboration, please. Iâll be waiting for it. To shueisha, To Ninohara Matsuo, please make it happen. Iâm looking forward to your cooperation.
*Someone commented for him to try get his files corrupted by adult siteâs virus for the 30,000 commemoration.
I: Thatâs a good idea! Try getting corrupted by pc virus. Letâs do it, by all means. Donât hesitate to tell me any sites filled with virus.
*People commented they can see the comment being pinned.
I: Itâs because itâs being pinned. Really? I canât even unpin it! Why? Amazing. The comment is strong. How about If I randomly pin another comment? Is there any interesting comment? MM, comment something interesting.
*The comments had already been unpinned.
I: I donât know whether MM is still here or not. They must use the word âOn the contraryâ in the comment. Something like, âOn the contrary, adult sites areâŠâ That person only comment contradictory stuffs.
C: MMâs syntax.
I: Thatâs a nice one. âOn the contrary,âŠâ even though it isnât. Has MM gone? Iâm curious. Maybe heâs thinking of what âon the contraryâ stuff to comment. âOn the contrary, open the URL.â Haha. âOn the contrary, try getting corrupted by the virus.â On the contrary, how about I spread the virus to you guys? Youâll see adult stuffs if you open it.
*Someone commented Ishida would be on Yahoo News if that happened.
I: Thatâs good. Letâs do it. Iâll add trying to spread the virus into the 30,000 subscribersâ commemoration proposal.
C: I canât handle the virus.
I: Thatâs right. The pc will be heavy if thereâs virus.
*Someone asked why he wanted to be a mangaka.
I: Iâve told this before, but because I didnât wanna get a job. I thought itâd be easy being a mangaka. Then, I thought of retiring when I was in my 30s after Iâve earned enough money. Haha. I thought of having an easy life. These were my thoughts when I was 19. But reality isâŠhow do I put it? Thereâs still more to life.
C: Is it as what youâve planned?
I: Is it? I did become a mangaka. Iâm amazed by that fact. I wondered whether I was gonna be one when I was aiming for it. I thought of being a mangaka and I really did become one.
C: What anime did you obsessed with lately?
I: I donât have one. Iâve been watching movies only. I watch them if the anime is the laid-back, calming type.
*Ishida mentioned that Goubaru started doing something so passionately, but he couldnât understand why Goubaruâs doing it. Goubaru tried to explain to Ishida but he was unable to understand what heâs doing anymore in the end. Ishida ended up giving advice to Goubaru.
(t/n: I couldnât translate the part above properly, so I just summarized it.)
* The adult websites comment came back in the chat.
I: Itâs here again. This thing is super famous. Iâve blocked them though. Should I block it? How should I do it? Report it or using moderator? What is moderator? Something like a management or some sort? Would it disappear if I report it? Â
C: Moderator is someone whoâd ban it for you.
I: I see. A guard. Thatâs good. But if the moderator is a nasty person, like S******, theyâll ban stuffs randomly. Theyâll be playing around with it.
*Talking about the weird comment again.
I: Erotic websites also appear in my stream. Isnât it amazing? The only thing Iâve got before was a URL for a ramen blog. I shouldâve taken a look at the site secretly after that. It was a ramen blog, but the name of the blog was something related to excretion.
*Ishida imitating the ramen blogâs comment.
I: âIâve written reviews about ramen that I ate.â The content is okay, but the blog name isâŠ, but he mightâve been a good person. But heâs probably not if he put out his url there. Like what are you trying to promote? Iâm still regretting not taking a look at it.
*Ishida finding page to draw.
I: Iâll draw this. It looks fun. Is it okay for me to show these drawings? Well, youâre gonna read this in Tonari Young Jump in the end. Iâve drawn it, so itâs okay.
C: Until what time are you gonna stream?
I: I havenât decided it.
C: Youâve been streaming for almost 4 hours.
I: Thatâs nice. This can be a record.
*Someone asked if heâs day and night became reverse when working at home.
I: Yes, definitely. Thatâs basically whatâs happening now. Iâm currently a nocturnal maybe. I wake up at wrong hours.
*Searching for bgm
C: Please play something that wouldnât get you banned.
I: I wonât be banned, but Iâll get a copyright notice, just like Juuzouâs video. I got a notice saying I wasnât allowed to monetise the video. I wasnât going to. I canât play songs I usually play because of the copyright.
C: Try getting your account banned for the commemoration project.
C: Copyright is bothersome.
I: You canât help it. Everyone is protected that way.
*Ishida forgetting Chandra/Chandlerâs outfit.
I: Did he wear a tie? He does, doesnât he? Ah, he does.
C: It looks like Animal Rap at a glance.
I: Quite a while ago, I forgot if it was the drawing stream or not, I was drawing while animal rap videos were playing, right? During the night of the day chapter 2 was released probably, I did a streaming with animal rap videos playing on the screen. I said I wanted to see the final battle. I thought of uploading animal rap video after the stream. Now, I can start uploading them. Iâll upload animal rap video while drawing Choujin X. Need to see the conclusion of it. Are you guys anticipating it? Haha. Iâm the one who anticipates it the most.
C: I wan you to bring back the Vtuber.
I: That thing? Itâs a nuisance. Hahaha.
C: Is the name of the smoke guy supposed to be Chandra or it is translation error?
I: Is there translation error? I donât know though.
I: Iâve drawn until B Blockâs match for Animal Rap. The 2nd match is over, so another 4 matches to go? Or 3 matches? Huh? Let me scribble (the matchesâ chart) , since Iâm dumb. Itâs like this, right? Until which match did I draw? Iâve drawn the B Blockâs matches but I havenât uploaded them yet. So, I have another 3 matches. So fast! The first match was super long.
*Someone wanted Animal Rap to continue forever.
I: Thatâs tough. Endless stuffs are tough. Itâs good because it ends.
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Youâre a Mean One, Mr. Kneef (Part 3)
<- Part 2Â | Part 4 ->
For @thatesqcrushâââs Naughty or Nice Holiday Bingo! Filling the Mistletoe square
Bryan Kneef x Female Reader
Warnings: NSFW. Rough-ish hate-sex, mild degradation. Enthusiastic but dubious consent! They both want whatâs happening but Bryan is readerâs boss who coerced her into the date and reader is now (half-jokingly?) blackmailing him. Itâs super healthy đÂ
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Bryan wished he were drunk.
He reclined in a leather armchair, a warm weight in his lap. He stared intently and with disinterest at the embroidery on the edge of a red Christmas stocking hung above the fireplace in his parentsâ living room while his tiny nieces and nephews giggled at holiday movies.
If he had been drunk, he would at least have an excuse for his behavior tonight.
No, not for making a dozen paralegal nobodies miss Christmas, leveraging his authority to coerce you into doing a personal favor, or introducing NC-17 language to a family dinner. Those were all par for the course for the most ruthless litigator at STR Laurie.
It was the particular favor he had coerced you intoâasking you to pose as the MILF heâd been banging when she dumped him via text on Christmas Eve.
Just so he wouldnât have to explain why Sydney wasnât with him.Â
Just so he wouldnât be alone for the long drive.
Fucking brilliant.
Now his most obstinate, irritating, antagonistic employee knew about Sydney, knew how attached heâd gotten, had met his mother, and seen photos of him getting a bubble bath in the sink. (He loved his mom, but sometimes he wondered about murder.) Making you do such a humiliating favor seemed like a good way to finally control you. But his upper hand was quickly reversed.
You were right. The whole thing was pathetic.
Still, you were playing along better than he could have expected.
The strangest part was, you fit in with his family so much better than Sydney would have. She was hot, but honestly, dumb as a brick, and as difficult as Bryan himself. He had a better time with you. The way you gently teased him, commiserating with his family over what a pain in the ass he could be. The way you smiled so naturally⊠he saw how things could have been with Syd. With someone who called out his bullshit, but cared about him anyway.
It was a shame you were just pretending.
Try opening your heart sometime.
Fuck that.
He didnât need to open up more. He needed to get back to the Bryan Kneef he used to be before some bitch fucked with his heart. He needed to get Syd out of his fucking mind and replace her with someone else. Anyone else.
He needed to fuck someone.
And youâŠ
His attention turned to the weight in his lap.
You were there.
*****
When did the pretend little gestures start getting to you? Start feeling enough like real affection that there was a lonely ache in your stomach?
You fucking hated Bryan Kneef.
But there you were, your fingers tangled in his beard when no one was even watching.
Youâd been sitting on Bryanâs lap for what felt like hoursâyou could probably figure out how many based on the number of Christmas movies that had played and how many of the children had gone off to bed in various guestrooms.
Now the fire in the hearth was burning low, and only the adults remained hanging around in the living room.
His hands were wrapped around your waist, and you had gotten so comfortable, you were practically nodding off to sleep against his chest. Bryan was getting more comfortable, too. You idly stroked his beard, and he didnât disguise the way he nuzzled into your hand.
The private whispers you shared started as touchy warnings not to screw up your âSydneyâ act and counter-threats to expose him if he crossed a line. But that invisible line kept moving, and the whispers became more like the sweet nothings between lovers they were meant to resemble.
He even started stroking your hair. Bryan Kneef, gently running his fingers over your scalp. It was a Christmas miracle.
You might have drifted off in his arms, except for one major distractionâthe bulge pressing against your ass.
âWhat the hell is that?â you asked, close to his ear.
âMy dick.â
âYeah. I know.â
âStupid question, then.â
âFuck you.â
âWant to?â
You accidentally let out a heady sigh instead of an offended gasp, and his hand moved a little higher, slipping under your knit sweater, grazing over your belly. You meant to tell him to fuck off. Really. You should have told him to cut it out. But the problem was, you didnât want him to.
âMy offerâs still on the table,â he murmured. âSince youâve been such a good girl tonight. You deserve a reward.â
Being called a good girl did something to you, even though it wasâor maybe because it wasâsomewhat demeaning. Your skin prickled. You swallowed the dryness in your throat. Your skin felt too hot⊠much too hot, and his thick cock was still trapped firmly between his hips and your ass. His offered reward.
âY-yeah, I deserve a medal of honor.â
For what, again? For helping out your coworkers? They were already home with their familiesâyou didnât have to stay this long.
Maybe continuing the charade was just more fun than sitting in your apartment eating Chinese takeout. You accused Bryan of being lonely, but the truth was, you were the one who had nowhere to be tonightâeveryone you cared about was half a country away. And your horny, irrational side wanted to feel that cock without so much clothing in the way. Wanted to feel exactly how a selfish asshole like Bryan would ravage you with it.
He would devour you like the big bad wolfâŠ
âThat wasnât a no,â he observed, his beard tickling your ear.
âShut up!â you hissed back, loud enough to draw attention.
He chuckled, and you felt the vibrations of his chest at your back. âYes, kitten.â
To his credit, Bryan didnât try anything further. His hands behaved themselves, chastely stroking your hair, and eventually his erection returned to its pre-arousal size. You had been on his lap for a long time, your ass grinding against his groin whenever you shifted. It was a natural, physical reaction⊠That was all.
The fact that it felt so good you were soaking through your panties was just natural biology, as well.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Bryan Kneef was the worst boss you ever had. He had no respect for his subordinates (or for anybodyâyou recalled the deposition in which heâd told a name partner of Reddick, Boseman & Lockhart to âcall her own assâ). The fact that he was handsome just made you hate him more.
But god, his lap was warm. The smell of his cologne, and the steady rhythm of his breathâŠ
You got to see a human side to him tonight. The way he acted with people he couldnât treat like shit. A private side no one who knew him professionallyâand you doubted any of the fifty-two other women he hooked up with per yearâever got to see. You were peeking behind the curtain of his life, and it made Bryan squirm. It was kind of cute. And your wild, horny side was clawing at the inside of your brain to give in to all the lewd promises he kept whispering.
Fuck, fuck, FUCK!
*****
Martha yawned and patted her husbandâs knee. âWell, us old folks are going to bed. Feel free to stay as late as you like, just turn the TV off when you go. No oneâs in your bedroom if you do decide to stay over,â she added. âIâm making waffles in the morning.â
You swiveled your head around at the empty couches and realized it was just you, Bryan, and his parents left in the living room. Everyone else had gone home or gone up to bed. Bryan had been so cranky about wanting to leave right after dinner, but after you settled onto his lap, neither of you had found a reason to move.
Bryan stood and dumped you unceremoniously off his lapâyou barely stuck the landing. He stretched.
âNah, weâd better head out, too. Thanks for dinner, ma.â He kissed her cheek and hugged her and his dad goodbye. âGet your things, Syd,â he snapped.
Sounded like girlfriend-duty was over. Good. You could stop pretending to like him.
Good.
âBe nice,â Martha chided, batting him on the arm. âGo help her find her coat; she doesnât know the way around.â
Bryan put his hand on the small of your back and led you through an archway to the entrance hall.
His father cackled as you passed through it. âLook up!â
Mistletoe.
Bryan glanced up at the bundle of mistletoe without moving his head, so it looked like he was rolling his eyes. Then he looked at you and quirked a brow. You let out an awkward laugh, which he took to mean kissing was not part of the deal.
âItâs depraved that you want to make your children kiss,â he said dryly. âYou do this to Tim and Steve, too?â
âWe did, and it was adorable.â
âItâs tradition! Kiss. Kiss!â
âWe are not going to kiss for you like trained monkeys,â said Bryan.
His parents passed under the arch and pecked each otherâs lips.
âI love you, dear,â said his mom to his dad.
âLove you, too,â said his dad to his mom.
âNo,â said Bryan.
ââ Night, peanut.â Martha pinched his cheek, and she and her husband took their perfectly hideous matching holiday sweaters upstairs.
âThere,â Bryan sighed as his parentsâ bedroom door clicked shut. âThat wraps it up. Good work tonight.â Genuine praise from Mr. Kneef was rare, and sent a strange flush of heat between your legs. He turned toward the closet to fetch your coat, but you caught his wrist. He turned back to you.
âIt is traditionâŠâ
âIs it now?â His eyes narrowed, and a confident smirk turned the corners of his lips. He stepped closer, dangerously into your space, pushing you back against the corridor wall. âWe wouldnât want to defy tradition...â
Fuck, fuckâwhat were you doing?
His scent was overpowering and masculine, his presence overwhelming your senses, making him seem so much taller than he was as he shadowed you from the overhead light. You grabbed the front of his cashmere sweater and pulled. His lips crashed into yours, as hungry and fierce as you dreamed theyâd be. There was no slow mounting of intensityâthe moment his mouth was on yours it was fighting for dominance, wet and hot, his tongue forcing your lips open, not giving you a second to catch your breath. He tasted like cocoa and peppermint. A low growl rumbled from his throat, and you felt it in yours, his tongue was buried so deeply down it. You wrapped your arms behind his neck, tangling your fingers in his salt-and-pepper hair, drawing his weight down on you, letting him trap you against the wall. Someone was making a pathetic high-pitched whimper, and you realized it was you, desperately clawing at his sweater to grab more of him, rocking your hips forward until he reciprocated and his erection pushed against the aching heat between your legs.
When he finally pulled away, you were panting, lips drenched and throbbing from his aggressive technique. His hand was unabashedly cupping your ass, rolling the fat of it in his palm.
Oh, fuck.
No. No, no, no. Heâs an asshole. A shallow jerk, and you hate him. You were not supposed to give him the satisfaction of seducing you.
He brought a hand to your face, holding it firm to keep you looking at him. His green eyes were dark with lust and energetic with desire. He lowered his face to yours and licked the saliva off your mouth. You shuddered, hips twitching forward into his cock.
Then again, it wasnât like this meant you had feelings for him. He certainly didnât have any for you. This was about sex. About your satisfaction. What was so wrong about fucking your boss?
The same dominating, shameless personality that made him a nightmare to work for would be right up your alley in bed. You wanted those big hands all over you, holding you down. That filthy mouth degrading you. You wanted him to call you kitten and sweetheart while he had his way with you.
His big hand was still holding your face, his lips still breathing your air as they hovered over yours.
That was it. The floodgates were open, and there was no closing them again. The wild, wanton part of you won out and took control. There would be no more rational decisions tonight.
âCan I have my reward now⊠Mr. Kneef?â
âYeah?â he breathed against your lips, still pinning you. âYou want the medal of honor?â
âFuck you.â
âSince you asked nicely.â He grabbed your hand and dragged you up the master staircase, down a hallway, and pushed you into a bedroom.
As soon as the door was closed behind you, his demeanor shifted slightly. His strong hands were pawing at your ass, roving under your clothing, but he pulled his head back when you tried to kiss him. âYou sure you want to do this? To be clear, this is not part of our arrangementâI donât want to hear from HR later that I forced you to fuck me.â
âI plan to leave this part out of the complaint Iâm filing.â
âGood to know youâre still filing it.â He pinched one of your nipples through your bra to punctuate the thought. You tried not to melt in his hands.
âMaybe that depends on your performance,â you purred, letting a slow, wicked smile spread over your lips. âYouâd better fuck me like your job depends on it, Mr. Kneef.â
âTreacherous little bitch,â he growled. âI like this side of you. You just tell daddy exactly how you want it...â His teeth grazed your ear. A flight of goosebumps broke out over the back of your neck.
âOh, fuck⊠I want that nasty fucking attitude of yours. You never hold back, never have any respect for anyoneâI bet you like giving it hard, donât you?â You pulled his hips toward you and snapped yours against them.
âIs that what you want? You like it rough?â His fingers tangled in your hair and pulled your head back, exposing your neck. His lips were hot and his beard scratchy as he sucked a mark onto the soft skin of your throat while you moaned.
âYeah. I want you to use me. Think you can do that?â you challenged, only a slight hitch to your breath betraying what his mouth was making you feel.
Despite the soft domesticity of your performed cuddling earlier, you could only imagine Bryan one way. And soft wasnât it. One tolerable night didnât mean you liked him⊠but it was kind of hotter if you didnât. You had your own frustrations to work out.
The big bad wolf could fuck you hard enough to forget you were alone on Christmas.
âI think I can handle it.â He pulled harder and sucked another mark, this time enough to leave a bruise.
You let a moan slip out, grateful it was the time of year you could get away with wearing a scarf all week until those faded⊠because you wanted moreâa whole little collection from Bryan Kneefâs filthy mouth.
âI knew you were a slut deep downâŠâ He found the hem of your sweater and yanked it off over your head in one motion. âHaving such filthy thoughts about your boss is naughty behavior,â he tutted. âSantaâs going to bring you coal.â
âAnd what about sexually harassing your employee?â You cocked an eyebrow, using the temporary space between you to posture with your hands on your hips defiantly.
âYouâve got no case for that one, sweetheart,â he chuckled darkly, stroking your cheek with unsettling fondness. âYou barged into my private office and asked me out for drinks. Sounds like youâre just a slut.â
You glowered at him incredulously because⊠he wasnât⊠wrong.
âItâs OK. I like sluts.â He smirked. The thumb stroking your cheek worked its way over your chin, brushed your pouted lips, and slipped between them. Your tongue instinctively darted out to taste the salty pad, and his eyes darkened with desire. âThatâs right⊠take it, you filthy littleââ He hissed when you nipped him hard enough to get his attention.
âAnd youâre lucky naughty boys are fun to play with.â You ran your tongue over his thumb soothingly.
His chest reverberated with a predatory grumble. You were going to pay for that. Within seconds he had your top off, and then your braâhis hands were everywhere, rough and demanding, not waiting for permission.
He wrapped one strong arm around your back to brace you and lowered his face to your breasts and started sucking on them, hard. His free hand kneaded your other breast, rolling the hardened peak under his thumb. Lightning shot through your body, making your back arch, your chest rising into his mouth. âOh, Mr. KneefâŠâ you moaned, curling your fingers into his thick hair.
He was so ravenous his beard burned your skin, his tongue leaving wet trails of saliva along your abused breasts. Your nails dug into the back of his head as you pulled him deeper against you, encouraging every dangerous graze of his teeth and every mark he left on your skin that turned your lower body into molten lava.
âFuck⊠yes, Mr. Kneef,â you panted. Always âMr. Kneef.â It did something frenzied and primal to remember you were fucking your boss. Bryan wasnât the kind of man you would fuck unless he was your boss. He wasnât a lover, he was a kink.
Just when your raw nipples couldnât take anymore, his mouth was on your lips again, assaulting your tongue with his, deep and persistent. There was a blur of movement. Your stomach lurched, the room spun, and suddenly you were on your back, on a mattress with Bryan on top of you.
Then he was sitting back, pulling his cashmere sweater off and unbuttoning his dress shirt while your fingers grasped at his belt, fumbling to unbuckle it. The tent straining the fabric beneath it was considerable, and that melting heat in your core was desperate for it.
You could see the dark need in Bryanâs eyes, but he managed a little more restraint than you were capable of in the moment. âGround rules,â he said. âIf you want to go through with this, thereâs none of that fake lovey-dovey shit, understand? You are not my pretend-girlfriend. I am not going to be tender. Thereâs no cuddling.â His white undershirt fell open and revealed a broad chest covered in a forest of greying hair you wanted to get lost in. He followed the path of your eyes, and one corner of his lips twitched into a greedy smirk. âI am going to fuck you. Hard,â he growled, lowering his body on top of you, so close you could feel the heat of his skin on yours, the tickle of his chest hair on your sore breasts. His half-undone belt hung down and dragged on your hips. âI am fucking pissed about being dumped, and you are just a replacement. A body for me to fuck. Thatâs the dealâdo you understand? Donât come running to me Monday expecting any special attention.â
âDeal. On one condition.â You grabbed his beard and pulled his face down so his eyes were locked with yours. âYou donât fucking tell anybody about this. No one at work hears a word. No disgusting locking room talk. I am not one of your conquests. You want to tell anyone you got laid? It was Sydney.â
âDeal, Syd. Now shut the fuck up.â
You released his beard and pat his face condescendingly. He caught your wrist with an annoyed grunt, fingers circling it effortlessly, and pinned it beside your head on the mattress. Then he was stealing your breath with another fierce kiss, all teeth and tongue and snarling into your mouth. You felt dizzy when he finally broke it to pull his shirt the rest of the way off and toss it aside.
âOh fuck, Mr. Kneef⊠you really are attractive,â you commented, running your free hand over his muscular chest and arms. God, those arms were the size of your head, with thick veins running their length.
He glanced down at you but barely took note of the way you were salivating over his body. He knew how hot he was. It wasnât news. What interested him was you.
He slid your skirt and panties down over your hips, stripping you completely naked on the bed, and looked you over appreciatively. For someone who dressed so conservatively all the time at work, you were sexier than the real fucking Syd. He was starting to think it was a good thing the bitch dumped himâlook at all he was missing out on being chained to one pussy.
âYou OK?â you asked. You noticed him pause after getting your clothes off, and he had that strange sort of sad look again.
He blinked, and his eyes hardened.
His pants dropped to the floor so he was standing just in his boxers. Then he was on top of you, pushing you back down into the mattress, using his knees to spread your thighs apart. That wild, needy heat flared up within you, anticipating it.
You reached between his legs to cup his bulge through his underwear, his heavy balls, the stiff erection above it. His cock was so thick you gasped as your fingers surrounded it to take in its size, and couldnât wrap all the way around.
âFuck. Oh wow, fuck. Thatâs huge,â you husked, voice slurred with desire. âI guess when you strut around like youâve got a huge dick, itâs for a good reason. I always thought you were compensating for something.â
He growled and thrust his hips between your spread legs so you could feel that massive cock grind against your pussy.
âOhhâfuck!â you groaned. You considered the monster between Bryanâs legs, and suddenly the idea of him fucking you with it as hard as you asked for made your throat go dry. âI donât know if I can take this all at once.â
âYou wonât be able to walk right on Monday. Everyoneâs going to know what a great holiday you had,â he promised sinfully. âIâm going to rip you in half.â He rocked his hips again, rubbing your clit with the pressure of it, and you felt yourself getting wetter.
âI fucking mean it, Bryan. You are actually going to hurt me with that thing.â
His face grew serious. âYou want me to stop, say stopâany time. Say no. Slow down. Iâm not going to fucking hurt you.â
That was entirely relieving, actually. Youâd kind of jumped into this hoping heâd ride you hard and push you around, but the fantasy didnât work if you werenât in control if he pushed too far. You were actually putting a lot of trust in a man you hated because you were horny.
He felt like shit that youâd think he would actually hurt you like that. But he could hardly blame you. âIf you canât speak, tap out. Can you do that? Show me you know what Iâm fucking talking about and youâre not just nodding along.â
You scowled indignantly and tapped three times on his arm.
âGood girl.â His beard was tickling the soft skin of your chest as he made a path of bites and kisses down your body. âDonât worry, kitten. When Iâm done, youâll be begging for me.â
He lifted your legs over his shoulders and sucked a long, teasing mark into one of your thighs, pinching the flesh in his teeth, determined to leave a lasting impression with this oneâso anyone else who might fuck you in the next few weeks would know he was there. Then he moved his attention to your already-drenched heat. He dipped one of his long, thick fingers in first, and you gasped, flinching as it plunged its full length up to the knuckle into you, and he chuckled at your reaction.
âYouâre tight even around one finger,â he said. âAm I making you nervous?â
You looked down your body at Mr. Kneef, your asshole boss, between your legs, slowly pumping a finger inside you. âFuck you.â
âTrying, but Iâve got my work cut out. What a beautiful pussy, thoughâŠâ
Without warning, his tongue darted out and licked your clit. You felt yourself clench around his probing finger and relax again, flooding with warmth. He grinned against your heat and began eating you out relentlessly, filling the room with filthy wet sucking and lapping sounds. Your soft, whimpering cries filled the air, tooâyou tried not to make too much noise with his family in the house, but you couldnât stop a few from slipping out. You yelped as he added fingers with just as little warning, stretching you open a little at a time. He changed up the pattern and speed of his tongue on your clit, always backing away just as the molten heat of your orgasm began to build to its delicious, irresistible heights. He didnât stop until his beard was soaked, and your pussy was practically sucking his fingers in with the need to be satisfiedâuntil you were begging for it.
âPlease⊠Mr. Kneefâah! Please let me come?â
âNow, now. Youâre going to come on daddyâs cock.â
âYes!â you gasped, clawing at his hair, âYesâfuck me. Oh god, fill me up with that perfect cock.â
He stripped his boxers off, and his red cock sprang free, already glistening with arousal, the smooth head pulled out of his foreskin. Veins snaked up the sides of it just like his arms and the backs of his hands. It was every bit as big and solid.
Kneeling between your legs, he gave his cock a few strokes and rubbed it through your dripping wet folds. The blunt, hot pressure of it sent waves of arousal up your spine. Your legs opened a little wider without your bidding them to.
âWait!â you choked out, coming to your senses. âCondom.â
Bryan grumbled. âIâve only been with one partner for the last three months. Iâm clean.â
âPut a fucking condom onââ
âOr youâll tell HR?â
âAnd your mom, too.â
âBitch.â He smiled, the corners of his bright eyes wrinkling. Nobody ever called you that like it was a compliment before.
âAsshole.â
There were condoms in his business card case, as if he had rather expected the night to go this way.
When he finally entered you, he was studying your face almost tenderly for signs of pain or hesitation. He worked you open in a steady movementânot rough as promised, but not patiently waiting. His blunt head stretched you more than his fingers, but you were so sensitive alreadyâso closeâyour walls eagerly gripped him, reshaping for his size, and the sore, burning sensation of being stuffed past your limit was one you relished as much as the pleasure.
Your legs hooked around the back of his thighs and guided him in until he was buried in your tight warmth.
Slowly at first, he rolled his hips fluidly until he was sure you could take it. When he felt you relax around his cock, your eyes on his with lust-blown desire, he snapped his hips against you once, the smack of flesh echoing through the quiet dark of the bedroom. A deep, startled moan followed it, torn out of your chest.
You were already at the limit of pressure your body could take just being filled by Bryanâs cock. The hard thrust went even deeperâtoo deep. You had never felt such a fullness before, andâfuckâhe was hitting something so deep inside. Something that made your whole body start to melt. It didnât matter if you could take it or not.
You wanted every inch of this bastard.
âYes⊠Thatâs it⊠More. Give it to me.â
Bryan lifted your legs up onto his shoulders and leaned over you, pushing them toward your head. The new angle made him feel impossibly large, and when he found just the right angle for leverage, he started fucking you harder and deeper than youâd ever experienced. Every ruthless snap of his hips hit so deep it knocked the air from your lungs and drew a wailing moan from low in your throat.
He clamped a hand over your mouth, eyes a warning. âQuiet. Donât wake the house.â
âOh god⊠oh fuck, Bryan, youâre so⊠big.â Your voice shook as you tried to speak and hold back another moan.
Unlike the high, breathy gasps you usually gave, Bryanâs massive cock was pulling a new level of moan out of you, as penetrating as his thrusts. Another tore from your throat. You couldnât hold it back if you wanted to, when his cock slammed into that spot that made you melt. It came from so deep within it shook your bones.
His hand covered your mouth again, and a fire kicked up in your stomach. The warmth of his salty palm pressing over your lips, pushing your head down into the mattress as he jackhammered into youâyou were lost and aroused at the dominance of it. This time you grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand over your mouth tighter.
He tipped his head at you curiously, and you shot him a defiant look, grinning against his palm as he realized how much you liked being gagged.
âYou like that, you little slut?â
You moaned even louder, letting him muffle you. You didnât have to hold back nowâthe harder he rutted, the louder you wailed into the weight of his hand, which meant he didnât have to hold back either.
The entire bed shook, legs scraping the floor with every powerful thrust as he fucked you into the mattress.
âTake that cock,â he grunted. âThat tight pussy feels so good.â
Every stroke bottomed out, hitting depths you never thought possible, and hitting something that ached exquisitely and sent tendrils of molten heat out to your fingertips and down the base of your spine.
It came on so gradually you almost didnât notice the warm tension building up in every part of your body until it was breaking over you like a wave. Bryan tightened his grip to silence your climax, sobbing into his hand, kissing it, but mostly just letting yourself cry out louder as wave after powerful wave shook you from toes to fingertips, making the world lose focus. All you could feel was him filling you so completely, fucking you through it as your walls convulsed around his cock, and the weight of his hand on your mouth holding you down, anchoring you.
He grunted, pumping faster, shallower as your walls clenched too tight to penetrate, then just as you were starting to come down from your high, his hips jerked, stuttering in their rhythm, and he heaved an exhausted, satisfied sigh as his hot release filled the condom.
His hips stilled. He slowly released your mouth, and you kept moaning, âFuck⊠fuck⊠oh my god, fuck. That was so good.â Your skin was still prickling with warm needles, and you felt⊠vulnerable.
You felt him start to pull out and grabbed his thick ass, pulling him flush against you.
âDonât...â you panted. âI want to feel you inside me a little longer.â
âI told you none of this clingy shit,â he frowned. His brow was beading with sweat, and a sheen covered his chest muscles. His pink nipples were hardened peaks in his greying chest hair.
âShut the fuck up,â you sighed, head falling back on the pillows. You relaxed your legs off his shoulders and crossed them around his back, holding him in place. âI just love your cock. Youâre still an asshole. Just shut up and pretend youâre someone nice for a second while I catch my breath.â
It wouldnât last long before he grumbled about needing to shower and dispose of the condom. But for a few minutes, the callous Mr. Kneef did as he was told and held you as the stars faded behind your eyelids, and your breath stopped trembling. When he was quiet like that, his solid presence was comfortingâan anchor when you felt like you might float away.
When he wasnât taunting and condescendingâbeing himself, in other wordsâyou could imagine he was the kind of person you would want to hold you.
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no great revelation (7/8)
Fandom(s): The Haunting of Bly Manor / Star Wars
Pairing: Dani Clayton/Jamie Taylor
Rating: M
Wordcount: 6,244
Summary: Jamie  just wants to enjoy a drink after a hard dayâs work on the Telosian  Restoration Project. The last thing she needs is to get herself  caught  up in a mysterious woman with a lightsabre at the local bar.
Aurthorâs notes: Please note the rating change
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Jamie swiped up on the tablet to throw the video to the feed at the centre of the table.
"Rebecca, this is everyone," Jamie said. "Everyone, this is Rebecca."
"I thought that maybe you'd been making up your Jedi friends this whole time. Nice to see I was wrong about that." Rebecca gave a little wave. "Hi, Dani. How's the ghost?"
Dani sank down a little in her seat, and her answering smile was more of a grimace. "Hi. Sorry," she mumbled.
"Yeah, about that," said Jamie. âBack on Quintâs ship, you said you knew what was happening at House Thul.â
âOh? Finally ready to listen to me, are you?â
âDonât push me,â Jamie growled, jabbing the tip of her finger at Rebeccaâs face on the screen. âRemember. Galaxyâs Biggest Favour.â
Rebecca rolled her eyes. She had taken the call with her back to a wall, so it was impossible to glean her surroundings. "The Empire wants a foothold on Alderaan. It's a strategic location in the Core Worlds. They have been working over Lord Wingrave after the death of his brother and sister-in-law, helping him fabricate claims to the House, claims to his niece and nephew, claims to a position in the Republic Senate. You know the drill. Traditional blackmail."
"What else?" Jamie pressed.
For a moment Rebecca glanced over the top of the camera as if looking at something else out of frame, but then her attention returned back to the screen. "The children are Force Sensitives. The Sith have been helping Lord Wingrave keep that under wraps, so that The Order wouldn't take them away to the Temple for training. My sources tell me that the plan was for a Sith Lord to create sleeper agents out of the children through the use of some ancient Sith device containing a ghost."
"Which Sith?" Hannah asked.
"I'm not in the business of keeping tabs on Sith Lords. By the way," Rebecca pointed through the screen at Hannah. "How have you found shaving your head? Because I've been thinking of cutting my hair back, but Iâm not sure about going all the way."
Running a hand along her shaved scalp, Hannah said, "There's nothing quite so freeing."
"Good to know. Thanks.âÂ
"Oi," Jamie snapped her fingers. "Focus. The Sith Lord."
"What else is there to say?" Rebecca replied dryly. "They're a Sith Lord. They're scary. They're dangerous. They're not to be fucked with. Your Jedi friends probably know the drill better than me."
"I hope not," Owen said under his breath as he took a sip of tea.
Hannah sat up a little straighter, hands clasped neatly on the table before her. "Do we know where they are? Where they're going, perhaps? Any information you give us may be vital."
Leaning her back against the wall behind her, Rebecca pursed her lips in thought before answering with a shake of her head. "I know they want the children, and I know they want the holocron. So - Alderaan."
"But the holocron isn't on Alderaan," Dani pointed out.
"They don't know that," said Rebecca. "Peter lied to buy himself time, and told them it was still in the estate of House Thul."
"But -" Dani frowned. "House Thul has its own militia of guardsmen. I know Sith are powerful but the Empire would need to send troops if they wanted to break in and hold ground."
"Then I guess the Sith Lord will be invading with troops as well."
Sighing deeply, Jamie lowered her face to her hands, letting her fingers scrub through her hair. Then she looked up again, hands hooked behind her neck. "Right. Guess we're off to Alderaan, then."
Rebecca laughed. When nobody else joined in, she stopped. "Wait. You're serious? Did you not just hear me say 'Most likely a Sith Lord is going to invade House Thul?' As in â with a shock legion. As in over a thousand soldiers led by a malevolent Force User, who can and would probably kill a room with a snap of their fingers?âÂ
Lowering her hands, Jamie said, "Yeah, you - uh - you mentioned that. Good thing you'll be right there with us."
"You have got to be joking."
Jamie said nothing. Just gave Rebecca a long look.
"Jamie," said Rebecca, her expression horrified, "You can't be serious. When I said 'favour' I didn't mean 'suicide.'"
"We canât let them have those kids. Trying to mobilise Republic troops or The Order without enough evidence is a fuckinâ waste of time. We need to get into the estate of House Thul," Jamie gestured around to everyone at the table. "You're a smuggler. So, smuggle us in."
Rebecca pinched the bridge of her nose. "Alderaan is Republic territory. Why do you need me to smuggle you onto the planet, when you can just fly and land there yourself?"
"Because of her." Jamie gestured towards Dani, who looked both startled at being mentioned and guilty. "I don't want Pasha and his Troopers linking Dani to this in any way. They can't know she returned to House Thul. She has to come out of this squeaky clean."
Groaning, Rebecca said, "Fine. When do you want to go?"
"As soon as possible," said Owen.
"I'm -" Rebecca looked over the top of the camera again, craning her neck slightly. "Thirty two hours from Alderaan through hyperspace. Meet me in orbit around the planet. How's the ship I gave you?"
"Rude," Jamie said blandly. "It keeps insulting me."
A smile tugged at the corner of Rebecca's mouth and she began tapping at the buttons below her screen. "That sounds like Jane."
Jamie's face screwed up. "Jane? It has a name?"
"It's a JN class droid uploaded into the shipâs mainframe. It likes being called Jane. Didn't you ask it?"
"No?"
"Well, no wonder it's rude to you. By the way, Iâve just dropped you those pictures of my godson that you asked for last time. They should be appearing on your device now.â Rebecca waved with a little flutter of her fingers. âSee you in thirty two hours.â
The video feed winked out.Â
"I rather like that young woman," Hannah said.
âGet in line,â Jamie grumbled.Â
The video had been replaced by a file icon. Jamie clicked it and brought up the first photo of Rebecca carrying a blue-skinned Twiâlek child on her back, both wearing big beaming smiles.Â
âOh, theyâre adorable,â Owen sighed.Â
Fuming, Jamie flicked to the next photo, which was equally adorable. âFuck. Okay. Yeah. They are.â
â
After cleaning up in the dining room and kitchen, Hannah gently nudged Jamie's arm and indicated she should follow her. Jamie glanced over at Dani, but she was engaged in a lively conversation with Owen while they dried dishes together. Dani's smile had lost its tentative edge the longer Owen spoke to her, but there was still a tenseness to the way she held her shoulders, the same tenseness that had been present back in Ho'kyn's bar on Telos IV, as though she were afraid someone would batter down the door at any moment.
Jamie followed Hannah, who led her up a set of stairs to a mezzanine floor where the walls were floor to ceiling scrolls and books and objects of cultural curiosity.
"Find anything new?" Jamie asked. She leaned back against the railing of the mezzanine which overlooked the lounge below.
Hannah plucked a tome from its shelf, dusted it off, and opened it to a page that had already been marked with a length of ribbon. "Yes and no. Nothing helpful, anyway."
She came to stand beside Jamie so that she might also look at the book. Jamie peered at it from the corner of her eye, not recognising the script around the drawing of a grey-skinned woman in dark red robes with a deep cowl.
"That a Sith?" Jamie asked.
Hannah hummed a curious note. "A Witch of Dathomir. Dark-aligned, for the most part, but not Imperial. They're the only practitioners of possession I've been able to find record of at all. I believe The Lady might have been an early precursor. Or perhaps they developed similar techniques independently."
Jamie stood straighter, hands tightening around the railing. "Wait, so - you can reverse it?"
Hannah snapped the book shut. "No. Though a visit to Dathomir might be in order, should we survive. However, if you chose to go, I won't be accompanying you. They dislike Jedi as much as they dislike Sith."
"Good thing I'm not a Jedi."
"I doubt they'll see the difference," Hannah said, and she tucked the book beneath one arm. "Failing that, the only other people who might know anything about this ghost are the Sith themselves."
Jamie scoffed, smiling. "Right. I'll just sail into their capital on Dromund Kaas and ask for help, then. Great advice."
A flick of the Force against Jamie's ear made her wince.
"Don't be cheeky," said Hannah.
Rubbing at her ear, Jamie opened her mouth to retort but stopped. Beneath them Dani and Owen walked into the lounge, still talking. Dani moved her hands when she spoke, and Owen watched her with a fond if guarded smile.
"I am afraid for her," Hannah murmured so that they would not be overheard.
Jamie nodded. "Yeah."
"For someone like our lovely Miss Clayton, the Dark Side is not a lure so much as it is a glue trap," Hannah mused aloud. "It has a gravity of its own, the darkness. And once there, it becomes more and more difficult to claw your way free. Even if you want to. Even if you know you should, but canât bring yourself to try. Fear is her failing. And fear is the relinquishment of logic."
Jamie glanced at Hannah. "Can you teach her when this is all over? You're the best of the best in The Order when it comes to balance in the Force."
Without looking at Jamie, Hannah lightly smacked her arm, just a dismissive tap with the back of one hand. "Don't try your flattery on me. I've known you too long for that nonsense."
"That nonsense," said Jamie, "has gotten me out of more sticky situations than you know."
"But it won't get Miss Clayton out of this one."
Muttering a curse under her breath, Jamie sank down a bit, gripping the railing as she did so until she stood bent over and leaning against it. "Don't you start, too. I had Owen in my ear last night about it."
"Good man," Hannah murmured appreciatively.
"Bloody hypocrites. The both of you."
"You can't solve everything with your curmudgeonly charm," said Hannah.
"I fuckin' can."
"Sometimes," Hannah turned, leaning her back against the railing, arms crossed over the book gripped loosely to her chest, "a helping hand can only do so much. A person needs to want to help themself."
Jamie scowled. "So, what? If we can't help her we just ship her off to the Empire? 'Here, have a new Sith apprentice?' You haven't even given her a chance, and you two are already lecturing me on how I need to let go." She shook her head with a bitter chuckle. "Unbelievable."
And of course Hannah remained infuriatingly unflappable, her voice calm when she replied, "I will do everything I can, as I know Owen will, too. But â even should we survive this ordeal â our time with her will be limited. She will not be safe on Tython, where some overzealous Knight will surely sense her presence and jump to conclusions."
Jamie's mouth went dry. She swallowed. "Then where am I supposed to take her for training?"
Hannah smiled and placed a warm hand on Jamie's forearm. "Wherever you want, dear. So long as you're there."
Face screwing up in confusion, Jamie straightened. "But you just - You were just telling me how I needed to keep my distance and all that shite."
"Was I?" Hannah murmured, and she let go of Jamie's arm to instead toy at a gold earring. "I don't recall saying that at all."
And with that she crossed back over to place the book on its shelf.
"What do you mean? Hannah?" said Jamie, turning around.
Humming to herself as if she hadn't heard, Hannah drifted off down the stairs.
"Hannah," Jamie repeated, louder this time.
"We really must pack, Owen," said Hannah, ignoring Jamie completely.
Hitting her fist against the railing, Jamie turned back around to glower down at Hannah, who appeared on the floor below. Hannah urged Owen down a hallway with instructions to pack for the trip, leaving Dani standing in the middle of the lounge, alone. Dani looked up, and Jamie's fist loosened.
The last time Jamie had seen her from this angle, Dani had been in the full thrall of The Lady back on the luxury cruiser, her red-gold gaze piercing through a camera in the ceiling. Now, Dani blinked up at her with none of that cold malice to be found. She opened her mouth to say something, but then Hannah's voice called down the hallway.
"Miss Clayton, what's the weather like at House Thul?"
Dani turned and began walking towards the sound, already answering Hannah's question, and leaving Jamie staring after her from the mezzanine floor, lost.
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The gangway automatically lowered to the ground when Jamie got within a certain distance from the luxury cruiser still docked where they had left it.
"Good afternoon, Bollocks," said the cultured male baritone of the ship's computer. "You've brought guests."
Beside her, Owen mouthed the word 'bollocks?' at Hannah, who looked like she was trying very hard not to laugh.
Jamie rolled her eyes and shooed the two of them up the gangway, trailed by Dani. "I have, yeah. Anything interesting happen while we were away, Jane?"
There followed a pause that was slightly too long for a droid of this calibre, and then the ship's computer replied, "Nothing of note. I did not tell you to call me that."
"Oh? Don't like it? Should I call you bawbag instead?"
Another pause, this one affronted. "Jane," said the ship's computer, "is perfectly serviceable."
"Glad to hear it, mate," Jamie drawled and stepped into the ship proper.
As Dani stepped up behind her, the ship's computer said, "And a good day to you, too, Miss Clayton. You're looking very alive today."
"Uh -" said Dani, and she ducked her head sheepishly. "Thanks."
The gangway lifted and sealed behind them once everyone had entered the main atrium, where the shipâs computer had already sent out a small service droid on trundlers bearing glasses of some kind of pale carbonated alcohol.Â
âDonât mind if I do,â Owen murmured, picking up a glass and taking a sip. He made an appreciative noise.Â
âWhere would we like to go?â the shipâs computer asked.
Jamie waved the service droid away when it tried to press an insistent drink into her hand. âNo, thanks. Jane, calculate a route to Alderaan. We need to meet someone in orbit around the planet in thirty two hours.â
âRoute calculated,â the shipâs computer replied almost immediately. âThe journey is only expected to take twenty one hours through hyperspace. I will chart a circuitous route so that we arrive on time. If it would please you, you may make your way to the dining lounge. I have prepared a light lunch before we depart.âÂ
Frowning, Jamie looked up at the ceiling. âHow the hell did you even know we were coming?â
âI have access to the stationâs security cameras and systems.â
That gave everyone pause. Owen froze in the act of draining his glass, while Hannah and Dani shared looks.Â
âYou hacked the stationâs security system?â Jamie said.
âNegative, Bollocks,â said the shipâs computer. âI asked the mainframe for access very nicely.âÂ
âAre you lying?â Jamie turned to Hannah and Dani. âCan droids lie?â
The shipâs computer did not answer. Which wasnât concerning. Not at all. Owen suddenly looked a bit queasy, and he gingerly lowered his near empty glass back onto the tray held out by the service droid.Â
âYou need not fear for the condition of food and drink aboard this vessel,â said the shipâs computer. âI am programmed to care for and protect any legitimate member of this crew as designated by the Captain and owner.âÂ
Jamie pointed jokingly at Owen and said, âBetter watch yourself, then.â
Placing a hand over his chest, Owen pretended to look insulted, then followed Jamie further into the ship towards the dining lounge.Â
âMay I ask,â started the shipâs computer, âwhat are we going to be doing on Alderaan?â
Jamie dragged her hand along one of the polished white walls as she walked. âGetting in over our heads.â
âPlease clarify.â
âWeâre going to have a fight. Why?â Jamie asked dryly. âDo you also happen to have ion cannons strapped to your shiny exterior?â
âNegative. But I do come equipped with some accessories the crew might find useful in the event of a boarding attempt.â
One of the panels beneath Jamieâs hand pressed inwards, and a whole section of the wall peeled back to reveal racks upon racks of blaster pistols, blaster rifles, grenades, vibroweapons with wickedly curved blades some small enough to strap to the leg, others long enough to be wielded with two hands. Everything that would make a Republic Trooper get all hot and bothered.  Â
All four of them stopped in their tracks and stared.Â
âDefinitely an ex-Czerka ship,â Hannah muttered under her breath.
Hand on the hilt of the lightsabre at her hip, Dani said, âI think Iâll stick with this. Iâd be more likely to shoot my own foot.â
âLikewise,â said Owen.Â
Meanwhile Jamie reached out and hefted a blaster pistol. She turned it over in her hands for closer inspection, careful not to graze anyone with the barrel, but all defining marks or serial numbers had been either scrubbed off or hadnât made it far enough in manufacturing to be stamped in the first place. With a shrug, she took one of the holsters and belted it around her waist.Â
Owen gave her a look. âReally?âÂ
âWhat?â Jamie holstered the blaster pistol and waved at the other three. âYou all have lightsabres, and weâre going up against who only knows what. Am I supposed to just hide behind a pillar while you lot do all the fun stuff?âÂ
Before they could answer, the shipâs computer chimed and said from its hidden speakers in the ceiling. âNot to interrupt,â said Jane, âbut the tea is getting cold.â
Immediately Owenâs eyes brightened. âOh, tea?âÂ
It was in fact high tea. Three tiered platters. Fine bone china. Petit fours. The whole lot. They amused themselves in the various lounges and quarters of the ship for hours before departure, at which point the shipâs computer insisted upon harnesses being secured. The jump to hyperspace left Jamie feeling on edge, as though she had left her stomach behind on Tython. And she couldnât have been the only one. Their talk had been too forced, their laughter too loud, Owen and Jamie swapping stories to the delight of Dani and Hannah, who would chime in every now and then. And when Jane rolled out a more formal dinner, it felt like some kind of last meal before execution at dawn by firing squad.Â
Jamie couldnât find it in herself to enjoy the meal. Every bite tasted like ash. The shipâs computer on the other hand seemed thrilled that its crew was finally taking part in its carefully scheduled meals and activities. More than once Jamie thought she heard a low-pitched contented hum from the belly of the ship. Or perhaps that was simply the engine room.Â
Eventually, Jamie made her excuses and left the others to their own devices. Jamie walked into the same bedroom she had taken during the initial trip on this vessel. First one on the left from the main lounge. There were at least four other rooms of generally equal size and accommodation on the ship; Jamie had simply picked this one because it was closest to the helm, easy to access and nothing more.Â
Jamie sighed and stopped in the middle of the room. She unslung the holster and pistol, dropping it to the ground, then began to unbutton the crisp white shirt she had stolen from the medbay. Back on Tython, Hannah had offered her a spare set of robes, which sheâd declined. Jamie hadnât worn robes since she was a padawan, and after years of boilersuits and undershirts, she wasnât about to start again any time soon, thanks. Even if it meant dumb slacks and collared shirts made of some anti-wrinkle fabric that cost more than her apartment back on Telos IV.Â
She just needed to make it one more day. Just one more day. The last few weeks had shaved off a good few years from her life. Probably. And by this time tomorrow this whole ordeal would be over, alive or dead. Probably.Â
There was a knock at the door. With a frown, Jamie turned, hands paused in the act of unbuttoning the shirt halfway down her stomach. âYeah?âÂ
The door hissed open and shut again behind Dani as she stepped into the room. âHi.â
Jamie blinked. âHey.âÂ
For a long moment Dani did and said nothing. Her mismatched gaze flicked down to the narrow v of skin and the dogtags revealed by the open shirt, only to dart quickly away again, studying the bedside table with a fixed intensity it did not deserve.Â
âSorry,â said Dani. âI just - It's been a few days since weâd really spoken, and I wanted to check in.â
Jamie nodded. âAh - yeah. Iâm good. Are you -?â
âYeah. Iâm okay.âÂ
Another lengthy pause.
Dani gestured to the door behind her. âHannah and Owen are very nice.âÂ
âThey are, yeah. Good people. Trust âem with my life, and I donât say that lightly.â Jamie tried to smile, to make light, but Dani had turned that wide-eyed fixed intensity upon her now. It was difficult not to squirm in place when Dani looked at her like that.
Dani took an abortive step forward, only to stop herself before she could venture too close. âAre we okay? Itâs just - on Tython you seemed to want your own space, and I thought -â She paused to clear her throat, glancing briefly down at her feet. âDid I mess this up or -? I mean - I know Iâm not the best option for anyone, and you deserve someone nice, someone whoâs not completely messed up or possessed by an ancient Sith ghost or something. But I -â she paused to close her eyes and draw in a deep breath. âI really like you. And if you donât want anything to do with me after this is all over, I would completely understand, but I -â
Jamie tried. She really did. But the next thing she knew, she had taken a step forward and pulled Dani in for a kiss. Dani made a small noise of surprise in the back of her throat that Jamie chased after, feeling her respond in kind, feeling the Force welling up beneath Daniâs skin like a hand reaching out in offering.Â
âDo you think -â Jamie said, pulling away just enough to speak, â- that I did all this because I donât like you?â
Dani gave a breathless little laugh, her hands cupping Jamieâs jaw then sliding to cradle the back of her head. âI thought you did it because youâre good and noble and youâre drawn to a lost cause.â
âCan be lots of things, canât I?â
They were close enough that Jamie could feel the pull of Daniâs smile against her own lips, their noses brushing.Â
âI know you like your life to be boring. So, I was thinking," said Dani, "how nice Corsin must be at this time of year. Just a getaway planet in the middle of nowhere. No Sith. No Jedi. That could be boring, couldn't it?"
Jamie swayed forward, eyes half lidded, and murmured, "Could be awfully boring."
Hannah and Owen be damned. The little voice in the back of her head telling her this was a bad idea be damned. Dani was kissing her again and every thought flew right out of her head until there was nothing but this. Nothing but today, this moment, the call of blood in her veins, life as it was and nothing else.Â
There was not push towards the bed, no drive to action beyond this. Still Jamie paused, one hand remaining anchored at Daniâs waist.
âYou can still go alone,â Jamie said, âif you want. Doesnât have to be with me.â
Even as she said it, Jamie dreaded the answer. Knowing Daniâs predilection towards shrinking away from things that were too difficult to face alone. Knowing her own history of always being the odd one out, passed from place to place, from Corps to Corps, unfettered, unwanted.Â
Daniâs hand tightened in her hair, holding her close. âWant it to be with you.â
Want this, Jamie thought as Dani kissed her again. Want this, too.
Removing Daniâs cloak and tossing it onto the floor beside the blaster pistol had never felt so easy. Kissing her, unhooking the lightsabre and setting it onto the table had never felt so easy. Unzipping Daniâs vest while Dani finished unbuttoning what Jamie had started had never felt so easy. Being with someone else had never felt so easy.Â
Jamieâs shirt was discarded onto the ground beside the bed just as Jamie sank to her knees there. Daniâs hair was mussed, her mouth parted, her eyes fixed and unblinking as Jamie began to slowly drag down the zipper of her trousers. She toyed with the chain of Jamieâs dogtags, winding it around her fingers at the back of Jamieâs neck.Â
When Jamie began to tug down the material, Dani sat on the edge of the mattress so her pants could be peeled off and placed aside. Jamie leaned forward and stroked her tongue along the soft skin of Daniâs inner thigh, feeling a hand grip her hair when she bit down gently, and making a low dark sound in the back of her throat.Â
Already Dani was moving her hips in small motions and Jamie hadnât even started yet. Jamie laughed softly.
âWhat?â Dani breathed.
Jamie shook her head, but the movement was restricted somewhat by the tight grip Dani had on her hair. âNothing,â she murmured and bowed forward to place her open mouth against slick wet and wanting heat.
Wanting nothing but this. The spread of Daniâs legs on either side of Jamieâs head. The taste of her when Jamie swiped her tongue in long slow strokes. The sound of her name gasped in Daniâs voice. The ache between her own legs as Dani rocked her hips to the rhythm Jamie set with a barely restrained urgency.Â
Where last time had been fast and hard, Jamie did the opposite now. She traced Dani with the tip of her tongue as if trying to map her to memory, finding the best reactions and storing them away for later, for a time again with her that may never come. One of Daniâs heels came up to press into the small of Jamieâs back, and Jamie could feel the way the muscle of Daniâs inner thigh trembled against the side of her face. The same way her fingers trembled as they combed back Jamieâs hair.Â
Want this, Jamie thought as Daniâs groan ended on a broken noise, as Daniâs hips arched up to press more firmly against her mouth while Jamie offered only a gentle suction. Want her. Want us.Â
Dani hauled Jamie up by the chain around her neck to kiss her deeply. The kiss was slick and messy and tasted of her, and when they parted Dani was panting.Â
âDid I mention,â Dani said breathlessly, âthat I really like you?â
Jamie laughed and allowed herself to be pulled up onto the bed. Smiling broadly, Dani kissed her and rolled her over to start unbuttoning Jamieâs dark-washed slacks. Before she could do more than flick open the first of two buttons, Jamie placed her hands and Daniâs hips and encouraged her to rock against her thigh.
âThatâs -â Dani swallowed back a reckless sound, her eyes squeezing shut. âIâm going to ruin your nice slacks.â
âFuck âem.â
Daniâs answering laugh was breathless. âDo you mean that literally, or -?â
The question died on her tongue when Jamie pressed her knee up and wedged a hand between them just enough that she could brush her thumb just so. She watched as Daniâs face screwed up, as her mouth dropped open and her hips bucked out of time until she came again â smaller this time, but no less gratifying.
Dani slowed to a halt, trying to catch her breath. âAll right,â she said. âItâs definitely your turn.â
When theyâd finished, Jamie sank bonelessly back onto the mattress. Their clothes were strewn all about the room, and the shipâs computer had set the lights to dim automatically to match a normalised sleep cycle, so that the ceiling was a map of constellations. Dani was stark naked and wiping her hands clean on a shirt with a self-satisfied expression before she crawled back up the bed and snuggled into Jamieâs side.
Jamie rolled onto her side and draped an arm across Daniâs waist to hold her loosely there. She needed to take a shower, but couldnât find the energy within herself to get up. Not when recent sex had turned her bones to jelly, and not when Dani started to trace the curving lines of Jamieâs monochromatic tattoo.Â
Exhaling slowly, Jamie sank further into the mattress. Her eyes slipped shut and she allowed herself this moment of brief respite.Â
âDo you ever think,â Dani asked softly, âthis was supposed to happen?âÂ
Blearily, Jamie opened her eyes, lulled half asleep by the way Dani was touching her. âWhat dâyou mean?â
Dani shook her head, admiring the way her fingertips drifted across the pattern of ink on Jamieâs bare shoulder. âI donât know. I just - When I chose the ship to Telos IV, it wasnât the fastest or the cheapest or even the one leaving the soonest. I was still in shock, I think. From what had happened on Vurdon Ka. There was another transport leaving three hours earlier, heading towards the Outer Rim, but when the droid asked me what ticket I wanted I bought the one to Telos instead.â Her words slowed to a mumble, and her caress stopped. Dani stared at the flowers on Jamieâs skin as if in wonder. âI donât know why I did that.â
âCoincidence?â Jamie offered, watching the flicker of Daniâs brow in response.
Dani seemed to be trying to remember something intently. âMaybe, but it was so strange. I had this - this feeling. And when I landed on Telos, you know, I -â She broke off with a small incredulous laugh. âI walked straight to that bar. Just - straight there. Didnât even ask for directions.â
Jamie blinked, more awake now. That hum of energy had returned, threading between them like an arc. Daniâs presence was stalwart, nothing wavering or questioning about it.Â
âI donât know anything about the Force,â Dani continued, âbut Iâm glad to have met you.âÂ
A smile tugged at the corner of Jamieâs mouth. It was brief but the warmth pooling in her chest was verdant and budding. âYeah. Me too.â
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Rebeccaâs ship dropped out of hyperspace only three kilometers from the luxury cruiser, so that the two vessels drifted in orbit around Alderaan side by side. The planet below was a vast curved horizon of blues and greens, struck through with white cloud. Sitting in the pilotâs seat, Jamie noticed how Daniâs gaze kept drifting towards the broad windows of the left wing, staring out at the planet below with her shoulders tense and her hands clasped behind her back.Â
The moment Rebeccaâs ship came into view, Owen leaned over Jamieâs shoulder and hit the comm button, requesting a transmission, which was immediately picked up.
âHello again,â Owen greeted jovially down the line. âWe see youâve just arrived in orbit. And might I say - your ship is exactly what I expected from a smuggler.â
âAww, thanks,â said Rebecca, her video feed flickering into view. âI worked hard to get it just right.â
Rebeccaâs ship was a single bladed shape of stark grey material, like a sharkâs fin parting the surface of water. Jamie knew from experience that its small size could mislead larger ships into underestimating its speed and firepower. She also knew from experience that the sleeping cots were cramped and uncomfortable, and that more often than not Rebecca slept in a hammock strung up in the cockpit itself.Â
Jamie elbowed Owen in the gut so she could have more room. âStatus report?â
Rebecca rolled her eyes. âWhat are you? Fleet Commander Taylor?â
âJust tell me how weâre getting down to the surface without being noticed,â Jamie said.
âFunny you should ask that,â Rebecca replied, trailing off.
Owen made a face. âOh, no. Is it bad?âÂ
âWellâŠâ
âGet it over with,â groaned Jamie. She could hear Hannah and Dani walking closer to join the conversation. âPut me out of my misery.â
Rebecca hit a few buttons to switch over the feed, and the screen suddenly displayed a scene much nearer to the surface. She must have hacked into a few security cameras, because the view turned slowly alongside her tapping away in the background. A towering estate in slate greys with parapets like speartips jutting into the sky dominated the screen, flanked by snowy mountains. A broad bridge led to the front entrance, and a hundred or so guardsmen had set up allacrete bollards behind which they were taking cover to avoid incoming fire, peeking over to return volleys before crouching down again.
âThatâs,â Dani said slowly, pointing towards a crest-emblazoned purple and red banner hanging from the manor walls on the screen, âHouse Thul.âÂ
Jamie squeezed her eyes shut and tipped her head back towards the ceiling. âDonât tell me.â
âTheyâre being besieged by the Sith Lord,â said Rebecca.
âI said donât tell me.â
Hannah peered over Jamieâs shoulder to get a look at the screen. âCan you get us to the surface?â she asked.
âYeah,â said Rebecca. âBut after that, Iâm all out of ideas. I told you: Iâm not a Core World girl. I donât know Alderaan from a bottle of spotchka.âÂ
âI do.âÂ
Jamie opened her eyes and lowered her head. Beside her Dani had lifted her hand slightly as though waiting to be called on in class. âThereâs a side entrance used primarily by servants and staff.â
âWhat? A side entrance dug all the way through the mountains?â Owen pointed to the snowy peaks pressed in tight on either side of the estate.Â
âNo, itâs here.â Dani tapped her finger against the screen just off to the side of where the camera was currently showing. âItâs where the guards sleep. You go through a security checkpoint and then down a tunnel which leads into a room off the great hall.âÂ
âDonât think the security checkpoint wonât be a problem this time,â said Jamie.
âYeah,â said Rebecca slowly as a guardsman on screen was shot dead and slumped to the ground, only to be pulled back over the bollard by one of his comrades. âThey look a little occupied right now.âÂ
Chatter fizzed from another speaker on the dashboard. Frowning, Rebecca sat in the pilotâs seat and turned a dial until the frequency better matched. They could hear a staticky voice shouting frantic orders over the comm.
âThatâs a Pub frequency,â Rebecca said.Â
âThe Empire has revealed its hand,â Owen said. âThe Republic will be arriving with reinforcements soon.â
âYeah, but not soon enough,â Jamie muttered darkly.Â
Hannah hummed in agreement. âUnfortunately, yes. A fully fledged Sith Lord? They can tear this estate apart and be out with what they want before Republic troops make it into orbit.âÂ
âYeah, well, hopefully we can do the same.âÂ
From the sidelines, Dani suddenly spoke, âCan we talk about the children for a sec?â When she had everyoneâs attention, she took a deep breath and continued, âWhatâs going to happen to them now that we know theyâre Force Sensitive?âÂ
She looked towards Jamie, who raised both hands and shook her head, pointing towards Owen and Hannah. Hannah was looking at Owen, who shrugged and made a gesture, which Hannah reacted to with an emphatic tilt of her head, the two of them engaged in the kind of silent conversation only two people who had been together for so long knew.Â
âAre you going to share with the class?â Jamie drawled. âOr are you two lovebirds just going to keep having your weird psychic talk that nobody else can hear?â
Hannah gave Jamie an arch, brook-no-nonsense glare, while Owen stuck out his tongue at her.Â
âI think it best if we take them back to Tython,â said Hannah to Dani. âThere they can be trained in the Force properly.â
Some of the tension held in Daniâs jaw slackened, and she breathed a sigh of relief. âOkay. Yeah. Thanks. I needed to hear that.âÂ
âAnything else we need to discuss before we leap into the fray?â Rebecca asked from the pilotâs seat.Â
Silence.Â
âRight,â said Jamie, hand on the holster of her blaster pistol. âLetâs get this over with, then.â
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Possible relationships of Ăngel dust
Introduction
Hello everyone, you are present in a somewhat hypothetical publication with a lot of speculation. I am not into making posts with fandom content, and I only did it to see who may have the same speculations or be different.
Sorry if I'm not that informed, I did my best to find out from the characters.
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âą It is currently known that Angel has not had a formal partner in the series.
âą Before the series came out, Angel, if he had a respective partner, was going to do Vaggie at first, but Vivzie decided to change it to be with a guy named Tyco. An Ask was made between Angel and Tyco, which ended up being eliminated by the respective Vivizie.
It is unknown if Tyco will appear in the series or if he was simply eliminated.
Valentino

° It is observed that he has a relationship as a lover and company boss, Valentino only uses Ăngel to please himself when he wants to, so far it has not been shown that Ăngel does it on his own and is only forced by his boss to bed, so the spider is sexually abused.
âą This only causes more difficulty in his life, apart from coping with his addiction, he has to endure the constant abuse of this supposed lover.
âą Being a victim of sexual abuse causes the victim to have anxiety, fear and helplessness; the threat to life; the feeling of degradation; and the absolute loss of control.
âą The attitudes that Ăngel takes in his case of abuse is, it is difficult for him to tell others about his case of abuse because they feel ashamed of it and they begin to feel fear of how other people react, guilt for not having avoided it, compulsive sexual acts and low self-esteem.
° His relationship is TOO toxic, being exploited at work not receiving an acceptable salary and having his own boss steal all his earnings is complete shit, and let's not talk about the abuse, even so, on his instagram account you see:
He acted in a friendly way with Valentino because of the problem he had with Husk, so if Angel feels hurt or in any way rejects his reaction, it is to go with Valentino even knowing that he will feel more screwed up. Ăngel desperately seeks the consolation and love of someone who "values" his actions and the only one he can turn to is Valentino, however his best friend is to support him is very different from receiving the affection of a lover or his partner.
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Sir pentious
° Possible candidate to be Angel's boyfriend, now this character choice is more about how Angel can use having a relationship with him, whether it brings him a benefit or not. In general he is a good boy, he is the typical villain who thinks that they are merciless evil but that they are really silly and sweet; In the pilot he is the one who interacts with Angel the longest, he made sexual jokes that he could not understand but part of the snake we see some discomfort about it, so it stands out that Sir Pentious does not see Angel because of his body but more as a kind of "hassle" that can ruin your evil plans as a supervillain. In short, it is your nemesis.
âą We have that in Angel's account he is interested in him but more physically, he has commented on some photos on his instagram but part of the snake does not receive any response so Angel's interests are not so strong.
As Sir Pentious considers Angel more like a nemesis, he does not consider him a romantic interest until as little as possible they could have a friendship, or simply a relationship of hate and love. It is not known if the character brings him boys or girls, so it is doubtful if he could connect with Angel.
° If they were to have a romantic relationship with Angel, it would go very well and his lust would be lowered by the fact that Sir Pentious does not understand sexual jokes and would even say sexual advances, it would be a relationship between learning sexually how to satisfy your partner.
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Alastor
° About Alastor, I have not seen much interaction with Angel but part of Angel can be seen that he likes it or likes it in a certain way.
âą On Angel's Instagram account you don't see any interaction with Alastor or a photo that he wanted to take of him, as Husk and Niffty tried.
âą He clarified that Alastor doesn't like modern things and that is why he doesn't have an Instagram account.
° I had to see some comics of this ship to understand in some way how this couple would work, since it is known that Alastor is asexual even so he can have a partner without having any kind of sexual relationship.
âą However, the probability that he has a close friendship, I see it coming, Angel only looks at the sexual thing and almost most of the men who are interested in him are because of his physique, that is why before male parts they are hinted to see who is the one who doesn't treat him just like a piece of meat. Alastor rejected the offer to suck his cock, before that reaction the interest that Angel would have towards him could be given.
° If they were in a relationship with Angel, he could not have any kind of sexual relationship with Alastor, the only thing he could do with him, is say romantic words, hold hands and even a light hug. Angel would not be so in agreement with this because he would still want to have sex with his partner, although I see the possibility that Alastor can castrate him.
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Husk

° Let's talk about Husk, it is seen that he has addiction problems similar to Angel's; Their addictions are different but they are addicted in the same way and both know they are aware that this brings them down but they are afraid to face it.
âą In the pilot, when Angel saw Husk, there were flashes in his eyes, and what he thought at that moment could have been "We both have addiction problems that we find difficult to overcome but perhaps we can help each other"; his interactions on instagram show many signs of being interested in both and gradually reaching a friendship or something closer to a friendship.
âą But in one of their publications they had a small dispute, they do not show how Ăngel on his part takes the initiative to solve his debts without paying, at first he offered his body and causes Husk an upset, then in the end he made the decision to pay him.
 (here I will talk about instagram publications if you have not seen them yet, I send you to see them https: //www.instagram. com / angie_fluffy_bootz /)
âą Husk in this dispute felt the victim because he began to feel insecurity in their relationship, since he began to give a lot of himself in a certain way without receiving something from Angel. Then Husk for a moment had felt that he was being used and they were taking advantage of his gratitude.
âą Angel's last 6 posts were about her work and some were to get the kitten's attention. Husk, for his part, ignored him all the time and had more hangovers than ever so I wonder if he missed him in any way. Husk is a Tsunder and an insecure character, so I accept his insecurity that he may not feel Sure even because of how he feels about Angel and that's why he has that attitude.
âą In the end, Angel if he managed to return all the money to Husk, Husk realized that Angie would do anything for him, well if he cared, but the sweet kitten that he is, he only took 5 dollars, his intention of not It was making fun of Ăngel if not in telling him to take advantage of the money he earns and buy what he really needs. Now Angel is angry about it; in his last post that has mmm ... well he did not respond kindly to the kitten, apparently he is upset because he does not take all the money so now the roles are reversed.
° We do not know anything about Husk's past, I would like to know what was the reason why he "did not feel love", it could be that it was in hell or when he was alive. Anyway, being with Angel will teach him to love again and to feel safe, like Angel. I feel that he would be the right person to help him suspend his traumas and the abuse he has with Valentido, both characters would develop a lot but we can see that in the series and not so much in the instagram account.
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conclusion
Angel will have a boyfriend but it will be like an experience, it could be any of them but the one who is close to having one would be Sir Pentinous and Husk.
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Hancon Headcanons:
Who hogs the duvet
Surprisingly Connor does. He powers down for the night and just rolls over . Hank is left with no covers staring at the ceiling contemplating what heâs gotten himself into
Who texts/rings to check how their day is going
I donât feel like they really need to. They live and work together. Theyâre really only apart when Hankâs taking a shit. Connor does know not to try and keep a conversation going when Hankâs in the bathroom alone, something about talking while on the toilet makes his skin crawl.
Who gets up first in the morning
Connor because of his android systems only needing a certain amount of sleep to be at full capacity. Even if he was human though, heâd still get up before Hank. That man can sleep for 16 hours and still be tired when he wakes up.
Who suggests new things in bed
CONNOR. He is not some blushing virgin afraid of sex. He was made to learn and investigate crimes. He wants to know everything and anything and Hank is more than willing to show him.
Who cries at movies
Hank, but he tries to keep it in
Who gives unprompted messages
Connor. He is still learning social cues and sometimes just sneaks up on Hank to tell him he looks nice today or something soft like that
What Theyâre like when theyâre sick
Hank: Oh my fuckling god he would be such a hassle to deal with. Whether it be seasonal allergies or the flu he is a drama queen and blows everything out of proportion.
Connor: Connor canât get sick , but I like the idea of computer viruses getting into androids systems and creating cold and flu-like symptoms. So, Connor would be running warm like a cellphone that gets left under the covers for too long and his blue blood would be steadily dripping from his nose like a runny nose. Lots of system reboots and about a day worth of sluggishness and heâd be back to his usual adorable self.
Who gets jealous easiest
I feel like itâs a draw. Humans flirt with Hank and Connor starts seeing green, Androids flirt with Connor, and Hank gets a little grumpy. However, if androids start flirting with Hank.. Connorâs about to fuck a bitch up.
Who collects something unusual
So we know the androids can store memories in their hard drives. So what if Connor has a little folder hidden in his systems thatâs just still shots and videos of Hank smiling?
Who is the tidiest and organized
CONNOR! Weâve all seen Hank house
Who gets most excited about the holidays
Hank has a really difficult time celebrating the holidays because of his son, but after seeing how excited Connor got about the idea of Christmas and Hanukkah and everything else he decided to try and start new.
Who is the big spoon/little spoon
Hank likes to be a little spoon, but it was something he was never comfortable telling his ex-wife. Heâs used to be the big strong man in the relationship, but in walks Connor with his behavior analyzing software, and just knowing . I donât see them falling asleep spooning but before bed cuddles are a sure thing. Connor one night, without saying anything, just flips Hank over and snuggles up behind him, wrapping his human up in his arms, and pecks a kiss on his neck. Doing what Hank does to him when the roles are reversed and Hank just fucking melts.
Who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports
Connor but only because he should be able to win without trying, so the few times Hank or another human have beat him at something sparks something deep in his hardware.
Who starts the most arguments
Hankâs temper likes to rear its ugly head at the worst of times, especially when Hank is wrong but doesnât want to admit it. Connor can be a little slow on the social uptake, but he will not stand for being talked down to and before you know it an argument has started, and neither wants to stand down
Who suggests that they buy a pet
Sumo is adorable and loved by everyone, but Connor is for sure a cat person and I feel like he and Hank would adopt an android cat that missing parts from a previous abusive owner and name it after the lead singer of their favorite metal band
What couple traditions they have
Connor starts taking Hank to Coleâs grave on a regular basis again to help him grieve and afterward he rewards Hank with the greasiest carb disaster of a burger for working through his trauma without being self-destructive
What tv shows they watch together
Hank likes showing Connor reruns of shows he was watching as a kid/teen. Connors favorite so far is Wizards of Waverley Place
How they spend time together as a couple
Listening to music in the car is a staple in their relationship. Outside of work, they like to take Sumo to the dog park and go on walks together.
Who made the first move
They had one of those rom-com moments where they both started to confess their feeling at the same time, stop, and laugh at the silliness of the situation.
Who brings flowers home
Connor because thatâs what the other deviant told him people do for those they care for. Hank at first doesnât know how to feel because no one has ever done that for him before, but soon it becomes a ritual for them.
Who is the best cook
Connor hands down, anything Hank makes is slightly burnt and dripping in grease.
Who snores
Hank
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what are your thoughts on nao as a character?
Anon, I'm delighted that you asked me about Nao! I've wanted to write something about Nao for the longest time, but it's hard to find the words. The thing is, I love Nao so much!! She is a character who hits close to home for me. I feel like I knew lots of Naos growing up, and I'm a bit like Nao myself. The people I grew closest to in school were the shy artist kids. If I were in the Death Game, I hope I would be brave like Reko, but...then I see Nao, and I see the more vulnerable parts of myself reflected back at me.Â
I think Nao is difficult for me to analyze because she has no filter. Iâm more guarded with my feelings, even when Iâm frightened of the world. You could call Nao crazy or hysterical, but the problem isn't with Nao; the problem is with the Death Game. We could even say that Nao is the only one reacting properly to being trapped in a Death Game. Isn't this the perfect time to panic?
When I first saw Nao, I immediately assumed that she would die. Out of all the characters, I was most certain that Nao would not survive. Sure, she might get to be comic relief for a while, but I couldn't imagine her being anything more than that. A punchline. An easy target.Â
Imagine my surprise when Nao became much more than that! "Nao is a strong person," Sara says near the beginning of Chapter 2. Sara admires Nao's maturity in being able to process her grief for her beloved teacher. She contrasts this with her own inability to get over Joe. I thought that was an astounding moment, for our brave protagonist to praise the young woman consistently derided in the narrative as weak. It meant a lot to me that Sara would look up to someone like Nao, when Nao is fully aware of her own weaknesses. But Nao is braver than she knows, and Sara readily points that out to the player.
While Nao always wears her heart on her sleeve, she also makes a serious effort to be a useful team member. She wants to be helpful. She cares about her companions and thinks of them as her friends, especially Reko and Sara. One of the bravest decisions Nao makes is to kill Fake Reko so that Sara won't have to carry that awful burden by herself. It was a painful decision, but it was the only way she could save either Gin or the real Reko. No matter what Sara chooses, Nao is there to take responsibility in the end. Nao is a good friend.
Nao shows us how far she's grown when she secretly teams up with Shin to defeat the Rogue Mishima AI. It was a risky plan but they pulled it off. And it's a fantastic reversal of how Nao was pitted against Shin with the frying pan in Chapter 1. Nobody is using her now; Nao has agency and she's using it however she wants! For Nao to trust in Shin shows that she believes in people's capacity for change, which is an admirable quality. Additionally, she is able to inspire others to believe in Shin as well, which was integral to the escape plan--a plan that nearly worked.
It's easy for me to draw parallels between Nao and Shin, since they are both deeply emotional people. However, Shin hides those emotions and refuses to trust in people, while Nao embraces her emotions and tries to trust in everyone. It wasn't an easy path for either of them. But they were able to find a balance in their hearts for a short time when they formed an alliance. They were both growing as stronger people, more open-hearted yet wiser.
But growth isn't always linear. By this time, I was enthralled by Nao's character development and I had started to believe that she would survive. So the reveal that she was going to die anyway devastated me. Even though Nao had worked so hard to be a braver person, receiving the Sacrifice Card shook her to the core and made her feel weak again. In her weakest moment, Nao asks Sara to leave the others to die and escape with her. While completely understandable, the narrative contrasts Nao's selfish request with the selfless requests of both Shin and Kanna. Nao is here to remind us that humans are often weak-hearted. Itâs hard to be brave.
If Sara takes Nao's hand, then Nao once again insists on taking responsibility herself, just like she did with killing Fake Reko. I think Nao's insistence on taking responsibility isn't simply bravery; it also reflects her low self-esteem. Nao doesn't want a worthy person like Sara to suffer from guilt, but Nao doesn't view herself as a worthy person.
If Sara refuses Nao, then Nao feels a burden lifted from her shoulders since she avoided hurting anyone else. However, she spends her final moments screaming that she doesn't want to die. Out of everyone, Nao's death breaks my heart the most. Other characters die with dignity or heroics. Nao has neither. She was just a shy art student who wanted to live. It didn't matter how much she grew when the game was always rigged against her.
Nao is a character who means a lot to me. I love her weak heart because it's deeply human, but that makes her brave moments that much more meaningful. I wish that she had lived, but her death was a pivotal moment in the narrative for me. I had gone from assuming this character would die to being shocked that she could die. Even though her fate was tragic, I'm grateful to Nankidai for creating her.
#yttd#your turn to die#kimi ga shine#your turn to die spoilers#nao egokoro#mine#meta#asks#sou and nao
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Questions for OC Creators
Shamelessly stole this from @tarberrymentatsââ post because Iâm always a sucker for behind-the-scenes character inspiration and meaning stuff, so if you steal this in turn, feel free to tag me!
(Iâm also stealing Halkâs usage of lovely art by @yesjejunusâ for this one đ€)
Agnes Sands, Courier Six of the Mojave Express
A) Why are you excited about this character?
Agnes was an opportunity to create what felt like a very unorthodox OC, and itâs an opportunity that has certainly paid off. Sheâs not young, and sheâs not a particularly pleasant or easygoing person to be around, but sheâs also not the endearingly tragic loner type or a badass army-of-one. Sheâs not âspunkyâ or âfunâ and isnât the kind of Fallout character whoâs necessarily motivated to do every quest, meet every companion, accomplish every thing. Sheâs not an important person; being an important person is anathema to her, and the looming, overarching themes of It Keeps Right On a-Hurtinâ are these ideas of the hard limits on unlikely heroism, and how you really canât fly that far on circumstance and luck. Iâm very excited for everyone to see how it goes when the going gets tough.
Furthermore, the design and writing process for Agnes was very informed by finding justifications, reasons, and origins for all of her personality traits, skills, and various hang-ups. The result is a character that feels, to me, so deeply real and well-rounded and alive, that Agnes is a person who has lived every one of her 34 years of age, and that in each of those years were key developments that molded her into the person she is. When I write her, I feel like I know her because of how intimately Iâve researched and come to understand the life sheâs led. I donât want to say it comes effortlessly, but thereâs a very genuine, sculpted depth to her character that Iâm proud of, and it forms the bedrock of It Keeps Right On a-Hurtinâ.
It is also very important to me that Agnes is a trans woman, and is a trans woman who looks the way she does with a strong jaw and a big nose and long face and a wide body and hairy arms and so many other âmasculineâ features, because I wanted to create a character with a very real, visceral, visible transness to them, and for this transness to be a meaningful part of her character that informs her relationship to other people and the scarce world of the Mojave Wasteland instead of just an auxiliary character trait. She is no less of a woman for existing the way she does, but I simply wasnât interested in creating a character or interpreting the Mojave Wasteland in a way that wouldnât meaningfully grapple with what it really feels like, to me, to be a trans woman.
B) What inspired you to create them?
Many of Agnesâ character traits actually come from mechanical and specialization decisions that I play in game. I often joke that Agnes âjust plain sucks,â but itâs true that in my Fallout: New Vegas game, I have encumbrance set to a measly 25 lbs without backpacks (necessitating her shoulder-slung duffel bag), use a directional flashlight instead of the Pip-Boy light (necessitating the shoulder-mounted flashlight), play with dramatically decreased total S.P.E.C.I.A.L. and skill points per level (which is why sheâs so bad-to-average at most things except key specialties), and so on. This was the most obvious level of inspiration, and much of Agnesâ personality and backstory is reverse-engineered to justify the aspects of her character suggested and represented by her mechanical stats.
C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?
Epiphanies have come over time, but ultimately I more or less hammered out Agnesâ whole âstoryâ upfront. I have a detailed character bible saved away that covers not only her entire life pre-courier, but the story beats of her experience as the courier thrown into the center of the events of Fallout: New Vegas and the seismic geopolitical power plays leading up to the second battle of Hoover Dam. So, uh, stay tuned for each new issue of IKROAH!
D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?
I wouldnât say that Iâve meant to meaningfully change her appearance over time, but as Iâve been working on the comic, Iâve simply gotten better at drawing and the result has been an Agnes that more consistently looks like how I want her to look. One deliberate change to her appearance has been that her hair is a lot fluffier and voluminous than it used to be, just because a few other peoplesâ fanart of her would be like that and I really liked how it looked.
E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?
Hard to say. Agnes has such a defensive, prickly, and particular personality and is so shy and anxious that sheâs someone very hard to get along with in general, regardless of who you are. Cass could only ply her through a combination of drunken genuineness and total embarrassment that razor-cut right to her trauma. I donât think Iâd have the...audacious wherewithal to be that blunt with her if weâd just met. The best case scenario is that she imprints on me as a younger trans woman and feels compelled to look out for me because if thereâs one soft spot she has, itâs that.
F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?
Pride at the amount of work Iâve put into developing her and crafting her story so far, pride at how itâs been such a rewarding and enjoyable vehicle for getting so much better at art and writing since this summer, and occasionally sadness just because, man, I really let her fucking have it sometimes, huh.
G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?
Her solitary lifestyle made it necessary to find a way to write Cass into the story, just so that there would be some more dialogue while she traveled. She has a lot of interpersonal flaws, her habit of going from totally reclusive and private to hollering mad with no steps in between would certainly be off-putting to me especially. She gets a bad, sad, crying kind of angry, and she doesnât get there quick but she goes get there suddenly.
H) What trait do you admire most?
She has a dedication to her and a commitment to what sheâs good at. She understands the value of stability, good work and a good job. Sometimes this value is so much to her that it keeps her stagnant, and sheâs very much a person whoâs stuck in their ways in so many regards, but thereâs a resilience to her that may not be obvious at first, but that she simply wouldnât have gotten this far or survived without.
I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe?
Agnesâ story is so tailored to the source material of Fallout: New Vegas that I thought that transplanting her into other AUs would be difficult, but itâs actually been pretty seamless inserting her into the a modern AU with a few friends called Courier House, where instead of being a courier, she kept up her medical training and works as an EMT. That also spun off into a modern zombie AU, which is just fun and tragic in a lot of juicy ways.
I also have a lot of thoughts on an AU in which she makes it to the Commonwealth, in which sheâd become Nickâs partner at the eventually-renamed Valentine and Sands Detective Agency, helping to solve cases of burglary and theft, B&E, and advises on various security concerns. Sheâd also get extremely invested in tracking down missing children. There are a lot of parallels and dramatic development potential between Agnes Sands and Nick Valentine that Iâd kill for more time to explore one day.
J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?
I didnât have to, no, but I chose to and at least filled in some holes. My theory on transitional health care in the wasteland is all my own (the Followers are the primary manufacturer and distributor of hormones, which can be inefficiently synthesized from Auto-Docs so theyâre not impossible to find but are considerably rare) and Iâve taken some liberties in the IKROAH canon so far for convenience, such as Primm never getting taken over by convicts and the Cassidy Caravans buyout offer being a letter at the Mojave Express instead of something sheâd have had to get personally from Alice McLafferty later on. Expect a lot more little twists like this in the future.
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In Another Life
Bucky Barnes x reader ° part ten
Summary: Waiting 88 years to find your soulmate? It was cruel. But it was a cruel fate Bucky would have to face whether he accepted it or not. Bucky was a tortured man all his life and he wasn't even granted the solace of having his soulmate at his side. All he had was the promise of one in another life. They were separated by two different times.
But the pain in their lives were connected.
Y/n had been alone ever since she could remember. All she could depend on was the soulmate that was destined to be at her side. Yet when the snap occurred she lost him.
And Bucky never got to meet her.
Though Steve showed no signs of leaving or the anger Y/n had feared, she still felt the anxiety that came from revealing her true past. He was supportive, as he always was and so was everyone else once they were told. Tony only had a mere, 'I knew it' to add to the subject and while Y/n was touched, she couldn't help the array of things she felt.Â
Foolish was one of them. Hiding her past from them before was stupid but Steve insisted that her going underground was probably best since HYDRA would've searched for her. While that brought her some solace she was still uncomfortable with the idea of becoming more involved. Something always went wrong and Nat was proof.Â
She missed her friend badly and Y/n couldn't help but feel it was her own cursed luck that had taken Nat. It was ridiculous to think that she could ever be happy. Stupid to think she could help her friends bring back everyone. Stupid to think she might actually meet her soulmate. Â
"Hey, kid. We're going to put the stones together." Tony cut into Y/n's racing thoughts. Her gaze lifted from the drawing Steve had given her, settling on Tony as he leaned in through the doorway.Â
She didn't know why she was still looking at the picture or why she had even accepted it. She wanted to believe she was still furious, still resentful. Wanted to force all the pain and guilt she felt into him once more. But in all reality she was just so lost. For years she pretended to be someone else and now that she was free to be the girl she once was, she didn't even remember who that was.Â
A genius? A hero? A terrified little orphan? She had no idea but she didn't want to be any. She wanted to be Y/n, a friend and a psychiatrist. She now understood why Steve wanted her around. He needed someone to remind him of who he was, who he truly was.Â
Was James that person once?Â
Was that why she found herself gazing at the sketch, hoping for a split second that maybe she could go back to the moment that was drawn? Praying to go back to a time where James Barnes was fighting for his past and his own will. A time where he might comfort her like he did Steve over the death of Nat. A time where his thoughts were his own and so we're his actions.Â
Y/m almost hated herself for despising him. Though she knew there was still much to his story she was too scared to ask, she knew he was nothing more than a tortured soul with a gun. She couldn't figure out how the man in the drawing was the same man who'd nearly killed her.Â
It wasn't. Â
Noticing her broken expression, Tony hesitantly stepped into the room coming to sit with her. Her fingers gently held the page and he looked down at it, recognizing the face instantly. It sent a chill through his spine, seeing the same face almost ripped the arc reactor straight from his chest.Â
It had taken him years to forgive Steve but he still struggled to do the same with the man who murdered his parents in cold blood. All the hatred toward his parents' assassin had gone unresolved since Steve and Bucky left him at that frozen HYDRA base. And once forgiving Steve, Tony had no other outlet and he found it difficult to sit there with the picture.
So he tried to focus on something else. Â
"So, you and Ms. Romanoff were close?" He mumbled trying poorly to begin consoling her. She nodded numbly, folding the paper and setting it aside.Â
The emotions she felt were mixed and intense making it hard for her to filter through her feelings but one surfaced more than others. Guilt.Â
"Ever since the snap." She replied, her shoulders slack. Tony and Nat had their own relationship, one much older than her own but they'd been apart for so long. Ever since Nat went off the grid with Steve and even after the snap when he distanced himself from all of them, they hardly interacted. But they were friends. The type of friends that wouldn't be parted even by death.Â
"Do you think things would be different if I hadn't showed up?" Y/n asked him suddenly. He looked over at her studying her guilt ridden eyes that she kept trained on the floor. It was a familiar look, one he wore often. But not one he wanted her to.Â
"Natasha wasn't the type of person to let anyone dictate her choices. I think she was ready to give her life for a cause and none of us could've stopped her." Tony sighed, the weight of her death finally reaching its max. "Not even a couple of geniuses."Â
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"Let's hope this doesn't blow up." Tony mumbled next to her. The small group consisting of them with the addition of Bruce and Rocket stood in the lab, waiting in anticipation as Tony carefully placed the stones in the gauntlet. With his shaking hands it was difficult to be precise while he manipulated the machine but he managed to place all six stones in their respective places. They held their breath unsure if the stones would react or blow up the lab as Tony feared. Â
"Boom!" Rocket yelled suddenly making all of them flinch. He began to laugh loudly and they all turned to him with annoyed looks. Y/n slapped the back of his head, cutting his laughing short as she walked off trying to ignore the trembling in her legs. Tony muttered something under his breath moving to bring the gauntlet to a more accessible area for the wearer.Â
"You're an asshole." Y/n groaned. Tony walked past them, putting the gauntlet on a display table that made it hover a couple inches above.Â
"Come on, it was funny!" Rocket argued, earning an unamused stare from both Tony and Y/n.Â
It took a few minutes for Bruce to collect everyone but eventually everyone was gathered around the gauntlet. Most had expressions Y/n familiarized with PTSD and once following their gazes she realized their experience with the gauntlet Thanos wore was resurfacing.Â
Hopefully, with the new one they'd be able to reverse what he'd done. But the trauma would stay. That she knew.Â
"All right. The glove's ready. Question is, who's gonna snap their fucking fingers?" Rocket questioned, looking up at the group. Their options were limited since most people in the room were only human, even Steve.Â
"I'll do it." Thor volunteered without hesitation. He drunkenly stepped forward making everyone turn to him with confused and reluctant looks. Their choices were limited but they weren't desperate enough to put such a powerful object on a drunk god. Â
"Excuse me?" Scott asked, glancing around at the others for one of them to tell Thor what a bad idea it was.Â
"It's okay." Thor insisted, marching forward with a purpose. Steve moved to stop him with the help of Tony making the poor large man pause.Â
"No, no, no, whoa. Stop. Stop. Wait a sec. Hey, heyâ" Everyone was a mess of refusal and Thor's face turned hurt as he tried to continue.Â
"Wait, wait, Thor, just wait. We haven't decided who's gonna put that on yet." Steve explained. Thor shifted on his feet, clearly upset with their rejection. Â
"I'm sorry. What, we're just sitting around waiting for the right opportunity?" He asked,
annoyed. Scott looked to Y/n hoping she might use some of her 'therapist powers' he called them after realizing she really couldn't read minds.Â
"We should at least discuss it." Y/n tried to reason. Thor shook his head stubbornly, swaying unsteadily on his feet.Â
"No, no, sitting here staring at that thing is not gonna bring everybody back. I'm the strongest Avenger, okay? So this responsibility falls upon me. It's my duty." He told them, gesturing to the gauntlet then himself.Â
"It's not about thatâ" Tony told him gently, coming to stand in front of him as he started to move Thor back. Thor resisted but was unsuccessful as he started to grow emotional. "Hey buddy-" Tony tried again only to be cut short by Thor frantically shushing him and everyone else.Â
"Stop it! Just let me! Just let me do it. Just let me do something good. Something right." Thor begged, tears filling his eyes. He was desperate to prove he was worthy, to prove he could still be the hero he once was.Â
"Lookâ It's not just the fact that that glove is channeling enough energy to light up a continent, I'm telling you, you're in no condition." Tony fought. There was no way they were going to let him hold the fate of the world in his hand while he was drunk. Even the Thor he was years ago shouldn't have held that kind of power, it was too risky.Â
"What do youâ What do you think is coursing through my veins right now?" Thor asked, his eyes studying Tony's for any kind of hope that might tell him they would let him make the sacrifice.Â
"Cheez Whiz?" Rhodey scoffed, earning a glare from Y/n. Thor looked over at Rhodey pointing a shaky finger at him as he tried not to cry in frustration. He held onto Tony, grasping at his shoulders and prying Tony's attention away from Rhodey's comment.Â
"Lightning." Thor corrected, looking back to Tony with pleading eyes. Tony nodded but he knew he couldn't allow Thor to wear the gauntlet. "Lightning." Thor repeated, distraught but Tony's reaction.Â
"Lightning won't help you, pal. It's gotta be me." Bruce announced suddenly. Thor shook his head letting go of Tony. "You saw what those stones did to Thanos. It almost killed him. None of you could survive." Bruce explained.Â
"How do we know you will?" Steve questioned as Bruce paced over to the gauntlet.Â
"We don't. But the radiation's mostly gamma. It's like...I was made for this." Bruce mumbled. He gazed intensely at the stones, silently calculating his odds. If the Hulk couldn't handle this, was this really how he was going to die? And if so would it even work?Â
They looked at each other knowing it was their best chance at bringing them back. They had to take it.Â
Tony stepped forward, grabbing the gauntlet and handing it to Bruce as they headed to a more secure part of the lab.Â
"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Y/n asked Bruce quietly. She knew how Nat's death had affected him and she refused to make the same mistake with him.Â
"Yes. We have to finish this." He declared. Y/n watched as he paced forward to catch up with Tony as she lagged behind to Steve.Â
"Do you think this will work?" Steve questioned. Y/n chewed her lip anxiously, focusing her stare at the gauntlet as Steve came to stand beside her.Â
"Bruce's gamma radiation is stronger and most equipped to handle the energy but it's still dangerous. The stones are too powerful together, I didn't think they were ever really meant to be used together." She sighed, hating the sacrifices that came with saving the world. If they lost someone else just for this to not work was it really even worth trying?Â
"Bruce is strong." Steve tried to ease her worry but it wasn't enough.Â
"I know. I just-I can't keep losing people, Steve. It's like a curse. Every time I try to do something goodâŠ-"Â
"Hey, hey, it's okay. You're not gonna lose anyone else. Not on my watch." Steve promised but both of them knew it was practically empty. There was no guarantee. "Let's just bring everyone back."Â
Y/n tried to smile but like his promise it was hollow. "Yeah, okay."Â
"Good to go, yeah?" Tony questioned as Bruce carefully held the piece in his large hands. He seemed anxious but who wouldn't be in that situation.Â
"Let's do it." He confirmed as Y/n and Steve returned to the group. She walked around him, stopping beside Tony and sharing a steady nod.Â
"You rememberâeveryone Thanos snapped away five years ago, you're just bringing them back to now, today. Don't change anything from the last five years." Tony told him seriously.
"Got it." Bruce assured. Then suddenly the room grew quiet and a tenseness settled in the air that Y/n was too amazed to catch onto. For the first time she realized she was living the dream of millions of people. Everyone had readied themselves and Y/n watched as they stood there in their superhero uniforms, the power and determination they all had washing over her.Â
Tony pressed his chest allowing his suit to expand and morph to his body, a shield lighting up before him. His stare then drifted to Y/n who still stood there in her casual clothes, watching them all confused and out of place. Why were they getting ready now? They were doing this here?Â
"Hey, kiddo. Come on." Tony urged, motioning to her earpiece. She gave a soft 'oh' mimicking him as she pressed the button making her own suit appear. A shield of her own design came to her forearm and Tony eyed it curiously.Â
"Did you mess with the suit?" He asked, the seriousness in his tone startling her a bit. She shrugged, looking at him defensively.Â
"Yeah, you said it was just a prototype so I fixed it a bit." She explained. He looked away, grateful she couldn't see the entertained smirk on his lips as he turned back to Bruce.Â
"F.R.I.D.A.Y., do me a favor and activate Barn Door Protocol. Will you?" Tony called. Y/n had gotten used to the suit during the time she could spare to examine it and she put 70% power into the armor, figuring if something did go wrong it probably wouldn't hurt to be a little more protected.Â
"Yes, boss." F.R.I.D.A.Y replied. Metal doors began to close off the lab as the compound went into lockdown and if the seriousness of the situation hadn't set in yet it definitely did then as Y/n widened her stance to try and brace herself.Â
"Everybody comes home." Bruce reminded himself, cautiously reaching his hand into the gauntlet. The gauntlet expanded to fit his hand thanks to Tony's nanotech but as soon as it was fully on the power of the stones surged through him. He grunted in pain collapsing to his knees as the energy began to burn into his arm.Â
"Take it off! Take it off!" Thor cried, waving his hands as Bruce shakily held the gauntlet. Steve stepped forward, keeping anyone from acting.Â
"No, wait. Bruce, are you okay?" Steve questioned. He knew more than anyone that just because something was painful didn't mean they couldn't do it.Â
"Talk to me, Banner." Tony called, becoming more concerned with each unresponsive moment. Y/n started moving to help but froze as Bruce looked up at them. Â
"I'm okay. I'm okay." He insisted. They eased up a little and everyone watched carefully as he tried to regain control of the stones. Thor gave a double thumbs up, watching the scene before him with an astounded expression.Â
"F.R.I.D.A.Y what are his vitals?" Y/n questioned anxiously. Charts bloomed around Bruce and she quickly read them realizing his heart rate was dangerously high. In fact everything was high, his blood pressure, his respiration rate, even his body temperature had increased. Bruce screamed again, fighting the instinct to remove the gauntlet from the overwhelming pain it caused him as he lined up his fingers.Â
The world seemed to stop at the echoing of the snap, the fated sound she'd only heard about for five years finally filling her head the same way it had for the others.Â
He fainted and the gauntlet fell off his arm, clattering on the floor before Clint quickly kicked it away from him.Â
"Bruce!" Steve called, kneeling beside him as the others rushed forward to check on him. Y/n tugged the remains of his sleeve back gently as Tony kneeled beside her, holding up his hand.Â
"Don't move him." Tony demanded, applying a coolant spray from his fingertips over Bruce's arm. Bruce groaned, reaching out and grabbing Steve's arm urgently.Â
"Did it work?" He questioned breathlessly, keeping his large hand tight around Steve's arm. Thor gave him a reassuring smile while Y/n looked over the damage of his arm.Â
"We're not sure. It's okay." Thor soothed, his voice hopeful as he turned his gaze toward the door where the lab was starting to open up again. Scott walked off to the now open area and some of the others spread out to see what had happened but Y/n stayed at Bruce's side.Â
"You did great, Bruce." She told him, giving him a smile to which he returned, though it was a bit more pained. A muted vibrating came from the table on the other side of the room and Y/n turned to see Clint walking over to it almost numb.Â
Did it work?Â
"Honey? Honey." Clint spoke, his voice quivering in joy as Y/n looked at Tony. They shared a wide eyed glance, both rattled by the idea that they might have actually won.Â
Y/n wished to look at her wrist, praying that the countdown she had before the snap returned. She couldn't even remember how many days it had read back then but it didn't matter anymore. She just wanted to meet her soulmate. Would he be looking for her? Â
Were his eyes really blue?Â
But their victory couldn't last long and Y/n knew that as she followed Bruce's gaze to the skylight above them. There flying menacingly above the compound was the biggest spacecraft she had ever seen and dread instantly set in upon seeing the missile coming their way.Â
"Look out!" Y/n screamed, trying to warn the others but it was too late. Her helmet quickly came forward along with her shield which she tried desperately to put over Bruce's head, protecting her and him from falling debris. But the roof wasn't the only thing falling apart.Â
The floor split and some of the group fell into the large hole while Y/n struggled to regain her balance. She quickly looked around her, catching sight of Steve sliding across the floor toward the hole. Using the thrusters, she launched forward, grabbing hold of one of the straps to his uniform and dragging him back toward Tony.Â
The building was falling down around them and any means of escape were closing off faster than she could find them. Steve managed to climb to his feet again but before either of them could come up with a plan a large piece of the roof fell, striking Y/n down. She cried out falling through the floor to the room below, getting pinned on her stomach under the roofing.Â
"Y/n!" Steve yelled, peering down into the hole. Y/n gasped, the impact knocking the wind out of her. Tony looked down too, the two men struggling to keep themselves up as they waited anxiously for her to speak.Â
"Minimal damage to prototype armor." F.R.I.D.A.Y announced making Y/n groan. She slowly lifted herself up using her back to push off the rumble before leaning back on her knees, panting slightly.Â
"You call that minimal?" She questioned, annoyed. Tony chuckled through the headset, her reply giving him a little relief knowing she was alright. Â
"The suits can handle more than we can, kid." He explained. Y/n grumbled, climbing to her feet. She didn't care how durable the suit was, she was still very much human inside the metal and every hit the suit felt, she did too.Â
"Are you okay?" Steve called, leaning closer to the edge of the hole. Tony put a hand on his chest, keeping him from falling in while Y/n slowly climbed to her feet.Â
"Yeah. I'm fine, Steve." She waved her hand pretending to be nonchalant before coughing from how forcefully her lungs had been emptied. They were about to attempt to go down to her when the floor they were on shifted and Steve fell over, sliding off to another part in the lab.Â
"Cap!" Tony called, trying to reach out and catch him. Steve called back that he would be alright giving Tony a little assurance as he turned his gaze back to Y/n. "This building is falling apart!" He called down to her.Â
"What do you want me to do?" She asked, looking around at the floor around her. She had landed in the living room area, one of her favorite places but like the rest of the facility it was falling to ruin.Â
"Find the stones. We can't risk losing them." Tony instructed. Y/n let out a short sigh, the weight of the task making her stomach turn.Â
"Is it too late to go home?" She joked. Tony smiled softly unbeknownst to Y/n. The building shook again with another hit and he knew he wouldn't have long to talk to her.Â
"No." He answered truthfully. If she could find a way out, there would be nothing stopping her. She could easily fly away and forget about this. "But you know what they say. It only takes one fight to make a hero." Tony explained.Â
Y/n pierced her lips, knowing that she never really intended on leaving. She was all in from the moment Scott had been yelling into the camera and though she'd been doubtful before, she knew this was where she was meant to be.Â
"Go be Iron Star." Tony chuckled, making her scoff and shake her head. Of course, he had to ruin the moment.Â
"We really gotta talk about that name!" She called, turning away and running off toward the window to her left. Using the thrusters in the metallic boots she flew forward and smashed through the glass, unsteadily keeping herself in the air outside.Â
"Just find the stones."Â
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When Bucky had woken up he was right where he'd been in Wakanda. T'Challa ran to him trying very hastily to explain what had happened. They had been gone for five years according to the wizard man they called 'Strange' and now they needed to come fight Thanos again.Â
While Bucky was usually quick to understand and move on to the next fight, he couldn't help but stop at this news. He'd promised himself that the fight with Thanos was the last time so that he could find his soulmate but he was still fighting. When would it stop?
For a split second he feared maybe his chance at meeting his soulmate had come and gone and he frantically ripped back his right sleeve to look at his wrist.Â
"3 days?" Sam asked, peeking down at Bucky's arm as T'Challa organized his army. Bucky numbly nodded, his heart racing as he watched the seconds tick away. He was three days away from her.Â
He had to make it through this time.Â
No matter what.Â
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"F.R.I.D.A.Y, can you scan the compound for the stones' energy signature?" Y/n questioned, looking over the wreckage of what was once the Avengers compound. It didn't even look the same, all blown to the foundation with rubble spread around like a battlefield.Â
"I detect energy levels matching the stones underneath the building in the sewer systems. You should have access through what's left of the first floor." The A.I. answered. Y/n flew over to the nearest opening of the building, using micro lasers to burn a hole into the floor leading down into the sewers.Â
She jumped down into it, landing as quietly as possible before looking around. It was hard to see much, the only light being the blaring red light of the alarm system but the tunnel appeared empty other than the obvious debris and flooding. She cautiously walked forward watching as her display outlined the surrounding area.Â
It was eerily silent, the soft trickling of water putting her on edge as she continued down the tunnel, following the power signature of the stones.Â
"I detect hostiles approaching." F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke suddenly. Y/n watched carefully as her display changed, showing a clearer picture using an x-ray of the surroundings. The stones rapidly approached as did the hostiles and she quickly held up her hands, powering up the repulsors as Clint ran into her vision. Â
"Shoot 'em!" Clint screamed, narrowly dodging one of the creatures that lined the tunnel. Y/n did what he said, firing at the closest creature before moving onto the next, trying to hold them off long enough for Clint to run past her.Â
"What the hell are these things?!" She yelled, following after him as they both broke off into a sprint through the water.Â
"I don't know but I'm tired of this alien shit!" Clint shouted over his shoulder as Y/n glanced back at the creatures, firing again at one that got too close. Clint pulled out one of his arrows, throwing it into one of the pipes next to them before running faster.Â
Catching onto what he was doing, she picked up speed as well, jumping with him as the arrow exploded taking out most of the creatures. Y/n looked up from the ground, noticing that some of them had started to crawl through the flames making her climb to her feet, grabbing Clint under his arms.Â
She activated the thrusters and they launched up, faltering a bit since Y/n had barely learned to fly by herself let alone while carrying someone. Clint unsheathed his sword, yelling as he cut through some of the creatures that had climbed up beside them.Â
Once reaching the top Y/n dropped him to the side before falling herself, tumbling a few feet away. Clint climbed to his knees, holding out his sword as he let out a threatening shout. Thankfully, no other creatures appeared over the edge and he collapsed onto his back next to Y/n.Â
"Hey." Clint chuckled, nudging Y/n tiredly. "You're an Avenger now." He told her drawing a half-hearted laugh from her. She groaned the pain in her ribs increasing at the action and she put a hand over her side.Â
"Being an Avenger hurts."Â
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Once going through the portal the wizard had made, Bucky was met with a wasteland. Thanos and Steve watched as others arrived through the portals and while Steve's expression was much more relieved than Thanos', it was clear they were only evening the playing field as Bucky looked toward Thanos' forces.Â
The Wakandan armies chanted as hundreds of other heroes came through the portals, each ready for the final battle. He walked forward, coming to stand a few feet away from Steve as he studied the enemy across the way. He was determined to finish what they had started five years ago. He wanted to find his soulmate and he wanted this fight to truly be the last.Â
"Avengers!" Steve called. Bucky held his breath, hoping with everything he had that for all his misfortune over the years, today would end better.Â
He'd suffered for a lifetime.Â
Please let this be the last fight.Â
"Assemble."Â
Everyone yelled, running forward at Thanos' forces. The fight broke out and Bucky managed to find himself alongside the raccoon he'd encountered last time. They shared brief eye contact and Rocket's eyes flashed with recognition while Bucky tried to ignore him.Â
"How about now?!" Rocket yelled, motioning to his arm. Bucky glanced over at him, growing annoyed with the talking animal's persistence. What the hell would a raccoon do with his arm?Â
"No!" Bucky yelled back. He turned, noticing one of the creatures had been sneaking up on Steve while he had his back turned and Bucky quickly shot at it, knocking it down. Steve turned, giving Bucky a grateful and joyous smile. Bucky smiled back making sure to keep aware of the creatures around him.Â
"What the hell did you get me into, Steve?" Bucky yelled teasingly. His friend gave a short chuckle, using the large hammer to slam back another one of Thanos's creatures.Â
"Nothing two old men can't handle."Â
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