#i wasn't training to be a master assassin of course. my violence was much more chaotic. but the recognition is the same.

[fishparasite]

so many thoughts about 47 always but whenever i start to write a post there's just too much to write about

[crying-mybest]

Star Thief (Part 6)

TW- violence, language, motions of slavery and mental health issues

Word Count- 1,400

Masterlist Part 5 Part 7

I woke up still in my blood-soaked clothes. It was frankly disgusting, I thought back on last night's events, I did it again. I lost control. I wasn't thinking about the consequences. I let the impulses win. I looked down at my hands still covered in blood. I wasn’t proving any one wrong, I was proving them right. I was still sitting on the bed staring at my hands when Kylo Ren burst into my room. “Why are there 5 dead officers in conference room 7!”

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” I paused only for a moment. It was an instinct to lie, even though he could clearly see the blood. 

His tone softened “What happened?”

“They were a security risk, they were planning to assassinate The Supreme Leader, and you,” my eyes stared blankly ahead occasionally I glanced back to my hands.

“Why would you defend me?” there was a growing concern in his voice. 

“They threatened me to, I was defending myself,” I hugged my knees    

“There are better ways to deal with traitors, report it to me next time” 

I nodded.

“Get cleaned up, there is much to do today.” 

The shuttle was quiet. Ren's mask stared blankly ahead, not a word was spoken.

When we landed abroad the finalizer Hux was waiting for us. 

"Set a course to Coresont, and dock in Bay 2" Ren commanded. 

"We don't require any maintenance at this time," Hux retorted. 

"That is yet to be seen, I have reason to suspect Some of our officers are not loyal to the Supreme leader.”

"What are you implying?"

"Before we leave, round up all officers of clearance 10 and up,excluding yourself and Phasma. Line them up in the main hanger, "

The General gave a small nod and walked away. Ren then turned to me.

"This is your first test your training begins today"

He turned and gestured for me to follow. We walked silently before arriving at the door. The room was dark and almost looked unfinished. A single fire pit was the only source of light. There was a workbench and several pieces of scrap metal. He removed his mask and spoke.

"The first rule of this life is never let your guard down. From my observations this will not be a struggle for you. The second is to never be unarmed. Your style of weapon is your choice. I leave you here to make that choice."

“Wait.. wh- you’re just-”

“That’s right, you’re going to do this on your own, in this…room.” he spoke surely and unwavering.

Room? He made it sound like there’s more to it than just a glorified trash compactor. I was scared, to say the least. Kylo Ren left swiftly before I could complain. At least he left something, a single clear crystal that admitted a small blue light.

He was testing me, gauging how much I knew. The kyber crystal made his instructions clear to me. He wanted me to build a saber, with an unknown amount of time and limited resources. What could go wrong? In many ways I was still a slave, I had fewer chains but my life was still being controlled by outside forces, and had no freedom. And yet, every corner I was backed into was on me.

The process of building a lightsaber is complicated. Master Tano taught me the basics, in short how not to blow myself up but the rest is trial and error. For once in my life, I was almost grateful to her.

I thought about the irony, as I looked through piles of discarded droids. I thought about the scrap metal. It was a part of something at some point for a moment- who knows how long  ago and now it's scrap metal, Discarded left to rot. It reminds me of myself in a way. It reminds me of freedom. The only time I had true freedom was when I was running. The time before Jakku and after Asoka. In between being discarded and put to a different use.

scavenged what I could—makeshift circuit wires, broken metal plating. Making the best of shit situations was what I did best. I had lived only for myself, sometimes for the possibility of finding a master that would train me properly. But in between the desire for guidance was running from the republic from debt collectors. It was the most freedom I had ever felt. But sorting through junk is exhausting. And in the end the running was to, that's what landed me as a slave on Jakku.       

Constructing the saber offered no relief to that exhaustion. Just frustration. Explosions, fires, near misses that left my hands and face at constant risk. My hands were numb by the time the mechanism of the final saber was constructed.

I pressed the button salvaged from an old C1 droid. I prayed my hand wouldn’t explode. A heavy anticipation hung in the air. There was no explosion, instead something even more disappointing happened; nothing.

The hilt of the failed lightsaber rolled out of my hand. I wanted to scream, to cry, to yell in frustration, instead, I stood at the workbench and blankly stared at the hunk of metal. I let my legs give out and crumpled to the floor. Staring at the dark ceiling I tried to remember a time before running and relying on a gang or a master, but I couldn't.

Desperation hit me like a shot to the chest. I cried, my tears forming small puddles on the hard ground. I wanted to stop running. To just stop. I thought back to the day Ahsoka left—how I had cried for days, screamed until my lungs gave out. But now, I had nothing left. No more strength to give. It finally stopped for a moment. I forgot, I forgot any responsibility, bounties, any hunger or weakness. It was peaceful, a nothingness that almost felt like death. My mind was quiet for once. 

Then suddenly without warning, I opened my eyes no longer in that small room cutting through space. Instead, I was back on the Starkiller. The walls were crumbling and the ground was shaking violently. Alarms blared as I ran, and the landscape stabilized and warped until I was now in a throne room, many bodies scattered the ground including Kylo Rens. From behind me, a woman's voice screamed my name, my real name. I turned just as a blue lightsaber swung at me, and as suddenly as I left I was back.

 Gasping for air, I stabilized myself on my elbows, I was still lying on the metallic floor in the dark room. I tried to process what happened. It felt real but I eventually decided it was a dream. I calmed myself until a blue light illuminated the room. I turned ready to parry an oncoming attack. I turned to face my would-be attacker only to find an old man glowing with a mysterious aura standing smiling.       

“Are you giving up?” He spoke with a calm and welcoming tone.

I was awestruck and confused, frozen in my defense potion. The man had gray hair and a short beard, he was wearing jedi robes. Robes I had only ever seen withering in back closets.

“Don’t be afraid, these are your first steps.”

“I'm going insane,” 

“No,” he chuckled slightly 

“Am I dead?”

“No, you reached out through the force for guidance. I answered,”

“why ,”

“That's my question to you,”

“You're a jedi why help me,”

“Your path is yet to be determined, you are not in search of power, and your allegiance is not to the dark. Neither is his.”

“But things I've done. There not very Jedi like,”

“Those events are in the past, the longer you dwell on your past the further away your future becomes.”    

“Can’t forget it,”

“You don’t forget, you forgive. Yourself and those who hurt you. If you fear yourself your vision will only become more clouded.”

“That's harder than you make it seem.”

“It doesn't happen overnight, it takes time,” he glances at my unfinished lightsaber. “Your frustration blinds you, trust in the force and it will guide you.” the apparition dissipated as I stood. 

My attention fell on the lightsaber, I began to take it apart trying to reflect on what he had said until I found my problem. I held the saber once more and my doubt seemed to subside as the blue blade illuminated the obscured room.

[ithecarpediem]

Because my choice has always been you (AO3)

In which Bu-yeon remembered that she's Naksu and Jang Uk has to pick up his wife from Jinyowon.

Continuation of previous one shots "I would choose you in every lifetime" and "You are spring to my winter heart" Preview:

“We can't break off, we are having a baby.” He crossed his arms.

We are what? The words were so out of touch with reality that made her pause in all her agony.

“No, we are not.”

“How can you be so sure? We sure tried a lot.” He cocked his head in arrogance. “A consume marriage can’t be undone, anyway.”

“So you rather trapped me in?” She inquired in a dangerous tone, Naksu could at very least intimidate him.

“Don’t be so dramatic, dear, the one who came back to her prison cell was you.” She opened her mouth to argue, but it was truth, that room had been her prison for years. “I’m not letting you g…” He paused for a moment staring at her.

The Ice Stone user’s strange silence lasting for three heartbeats, she narrowed her eyes in puzzlement.

“What?”

“You have beautiful eyes.” He babbled stunned, Naksu looked away sheepishly, her cheeky burn embarrassed.

“Don’t change the subject!”

“You should come back home.” Her husband announced.

“Of course not! I don’t… What are you doing? Put me down!” She shouted outrage as he simply threw her over his shoulder. “UK! YOU’RE STUPID BASTARD, LET ME GO! GUARDS!”

Jang Uk ignored it all as he opened a portal to their home, and only let her go when they reach her bedchamber, where he dropped like a potato sack on the bed. Naksu leapt to her feet, snarling at the arrogant little shit, chasing him out of the door with slaps and curses. Her husband easily deflect her attacks opening the door.

“Keep in mind if you ran away, I’ll pick you up again.” The mage warned as she closed the door on his handsome face.

“What’s going on?” She heard Maidservant Kim through the door.

“Maidservant Kim, don’t let her leave the house for now.”

“What? Why, Young Master?”

“She wants to dissolve our marriage and let our child be fatherless.”

“C-child? Young Master? Wait!” Maidservant Kim shout behind the door.

Naksu stared at the door speechless to what she had just heard.

What had just happened?

Her hand went to her stomach on pure instinct, before she jumped in fear. She wasn't pregnant, she was going to die!

With the knowledge of true identity it didn’t only came back her despair and pain.  Hate, revenge, fury, violence. Naksu turned to these familiar feelings, and let them consume her to distract herself from the pain, she was used to them. A lifetime of it actually.

And who made me like this? She didn’t need to think much about it, the answer came as easy as breath. Danju.

She didn’t have much time though, for the assassin knew now, her soul would fade away with the wind. The real Bu-yeon explained after pulling Naksu out of the storm of emotions inside her heart after remembering. Soon the priestess would gain back her divine powers and Naksu’s soul would be gone. With that warning came a vision, of the world’s fate.

A world of ashes. The fire bird shall awake very soon.

A world that Naksu once dream of while blind by her fury. But that was before him, when she had only been a child, trained to be an assassin, now she had lived through many lifetimes. The world shouldn’t be destroyed, it should be protected, and the one who was going to do it was Jang Uk.

“You lost enough to understand.” Bu-yeon observed her with the face of Mu-deok with a blindfold.

“I’ll help.” Naksu promised.

Naksu went to Jinyowon to plan, to make them all pay for their sins. It was much more than a just petty vengeance. It was justice. To right the wrong. For the people she failed to protect.

And now here she was again in the household Jang.

After a few moments thinking, she called Maidservent Kim and send word to Lady Jin, so that the woman would not come demanding her daughter back. That was no used to avoid Jang Uk by running. Hurting him didn’t work either.

Why I’m so charming? Why did I seduce him? She blame her face, although her body was different from her original one, her beauty was back.

Not that Mu-deok was ugly or anything, after all she belong to the Jin family of Jinyowon, but Naksu was aware that her original face carried a distinct beauty.

Wait, does that mean that Uk fell for a beautiful woman? The bastard resisted her for how long? Definitively it was less than a month. Perhaps he recognized her just like she recognized him as her husband…

“I did it first this time.” She murmured going to get a bath, it was an awfully long day, after all.

After that she went to sleep, a peaceful dreamless sleep. It was already dark when something woke her up, Naksu tense up for a moment, confused about her surrounding, until she recognized the cool breeze around the room. The invader gently lifted the blanket to join her on the bed.

“Get out.” She said quietly as Uk snuggled against her body, it took a moment to realized he was naked. Not an unusual thing for him, they usually slept like that. Naksu cursed yet again their marriage.  “Get out, Uk.” She urged him.

“Shut up.” He cut her off holding her hand, she fought him. “You are the only one who can get rid of the wraiths, let me have one peaceful sleep, wife.”

“You can do that in your own room, husband.” He turned his back to Naksu, ignoring her, and forcefully pulled her arm to wrap around his middle. “Stop it!”

“You were the one who got me used to this warm, dear, doesn’t matter if we are fighting. Now, go to sleep.”

“You are too cold.” She complained.

“You said you like it.”

“I lied.” Her husband had the nerve to chuckle quietly.

“What else did you lie about?” He whisperer to the dark, she felt a vicious urge to bite him.

“Well, every single time I came for starts…”

“I’ll kiss that insolent mouth of yours until you begged me to take you, if you don’t stop.” He threatened her who scoffed against his neck. “I’m tired, wife, I just came back from the Dark Forest.”

Silence fell upon them, in the last months that became a sort of code for them. Dark Forest meant that the wraiths were fighting him after using the Ice Stone power to kill soul shifter. Her arm slowly tighter around him, this usually were the worst days, where even thought she send the wraiths away, the ice magic took a toll on him.

He sighed in contentment as she cuddled against him, giving a softy kiss in her hand before intertwine their fingers. Seeing him so fulfill with her presence alone made her want to cry in despair, at same time it made her want to giggle in joy.

It was hysterical.

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[casualreader1234]

Reunion

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

An: Part two of the random story idea I had. I think I'm just going to keep the same summary each time because I'm too bad at writing them. I tried to make this gender-neutral, and I don't think I wrote anything that would imply a particular sex, but let me know.

Summary: What if you weren't the hero of the story? What if you were the villain meant to burn the world down?

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warning: Morally gray protagonist, violence

Word Count: 2k

[Part 1], [Part 2]

This gif is so funny to me.

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When you had first arrived in the U.S, you had been intrigued by tales of the infamous Black Widow, a former Russian assassin turned good, that was enough to catch anyone's attention. To satisfy your curiosity, you had tracked her down, wanting to see her for yourself. Watching her from afar, you understood why she was considered one of the best in her field: her movements always flowed into the next like she was performing a dance.

She easily disposed of her targets, strapping her weapons back onto herself. Seeing the completion of her job, you left the ledge of the building you had been standing of before she could see you. Slipping into the shadow, you had to admit that your interests had been piqued by the assassin.

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You had always known that your girlfriend had been hiding secrets, but this one was far more exciting than you had thought. Never had it crossed your mind that Natasha might also be involve in the assassin industry. For such a planet, what were the chances of two assassins meeting and starting a relationship without either being the wiser. You weren't sure if that made her exceptionally good at her job, or you exceptionally bad at yours.

Asking around to some of your other contacts, you learned more about the KGB and the Red Room program that had trained Natasha, wanting a glimpse into her childhood. Disgust and rage filled you when you learned about the operation. They had hurt her, so you had made sure they all suffered for their crimes. Then, you returned back to America.

It was the reason you had stayed all these years. She was the reason. Though you've known where she's been all this time, you never revealed yourself. Maybe it was out of fear. Maybe it was out of shame.

It hadn't surprised you that Natasha decided to work for SHIELD. You've also known that she had a good heart, but it did make things more complicated.

She was one of the good guys now. If she ever crossed paths with you, she would be forced to face you as an enemy. So, for both of your sakes, you avoided doing things that would get SHIELD attention, carefully selecting jobs that would run under the radar. You had been careful, erasing most of your tracks, yet here you were, chained down to a table in a SHIELD facility.

Natalia-no-Natasha stared down at you. You unconsciously cringed under her intense gaze.

" How are you darling?" You asked, breaking the thick silence and giving her a small smile. "I must say, you look as stunning as always. Did you do something to your hair? It seems to be shorter."

Natasha didn't reply, instead shaking her head angrily. " What the hell, (Y/n). What are you doing in the U.S?"

Her harsh tone almost made you flinch. “ Here to visit my beautiful girlfriend? I've really missed you.” You tried, feeling a bead of sweat roll down your neck. Natasha may not have any powers but damn was this woman scary when she was mad. Flattery wasn't going to work on Nat though, her face stone cold as she looked down at you.

"That doesn't answer the question, milyy (darling)." She replied with a strained smile.

Tony watched the exchange with a slack jaw, eyes looking like they were going to pop out of his sockets from shock. “ I’m sorry? You know this criminal Nat?”

Your head snapped to the man, jaw clenching. “ Nat?" You sputtered at the intimate nickname. "Who gave you permission to call her Nat?” You swiveled back to look at Natasha. “What is your relationship with him?” You asked accusingly.

Natasha rolled her eyes, turning to Tony. “ Don’t call me Nat, Stark. And this idiot here is (Y/N).”

"Yeah, her [girlfriend/boyfriend] ! " You added helpfully.

The look Natasha gave you was deadly enough to silence you again. She turned her attention back to Tony, " Do you want to fill me on what's happening Stark? I return from a mission and hear from Steve that we had caught a mutant, but I wasn't even aware that we were after one." You frowned at the fact that had she referred to you as a mutant, but chose to ignore it.

Tony shrugged, acting like a bratty overgrown child," No, I don't want to." Natasha's jaw clenched and you decided to lend a helping hand.

Tendrils of black suddenly snaked around Tony, pining him hard against the wall behind him. His eyes widened, shooting to the origin of the magic, seeing you now unbounded and smiling widely at him, the handcuff hanging loosely off the table. Standing up, you rubbed at the red marks on your wrist left by the binds.

"Better answer her, Mr. Stark, I wouldn't want to get on her bad side." You threatened, eyes turning pure black for a split second.

Tony desperately looked at Natasha for help, but she stayed steadfast, unmoved and patiently waiting for him to answer. Realizing that no help was coming, he relented. "Fury got tipped off about some assassin that had been piling up bodies all across the U.S and North America. At first we dismissed them as the work of sporadic killers, not linking the deaths together until we got another tip about them being a mutant. We had Wanda examine a few of the bodies and she confirmed that magic was the cause of death. Since then, we've had our eye set on a contracted killer who went by the alias Reaper. A few weeks ago, we got a hit on their last location, and from there, we planned our trap."

Realization dawned onto you, " You put a bounty over yourself!" You exclaimed with a chuckle, thoroughly impressed by their commitment. It was a good plan, one that you hadn't even considered. Of course, if it had been any other week, the plan would've failed.

Every time you used magic, there was a backlash. The magic was deep inside you, a part of your very being, but it didn't stay that way willingly. The black flames were a dark and ancient form of magic, one that could only be wielded by a select few. Long ago, many groups had tried to master the arts, but most failed. The magic was powerful, more than anyone really knew, and only grew more so as it consumed more energy. Magicians didn't as much wield the magic, as they did subjugate it.

Candidates trained for years in preparation for the infusion, getting their body ready to handle massive amount of energy. When they were deemed ready, they would be exposed to a pure form of the magic. The flames would consume them and their screams could be heard for miles. Most people who entered the last trial end up dead, completely consumed by the magic. A few though, came out stronger. Instead of being consumed by the flames, they had somehow consumed the flames, magic now flowing through their veins.

Even then, the magic inside of wielders fought against their vessels, constantly trying to escape. The ring you wore helped you control the magic inside, absorbing some of the power and trapping the rest of the flames within you, where it couldn't escape and grow any stronger. But every time you took off the ring, you unintentionally let the magic grow, and when it finally returns back to you, the fight inside gets a little tougher.

Normally, it didn't affect you much. You had been trained since childhood to control the magic, so you could go hours with continuous magic use without any major repercussion. But the past month, you had really tested your bounds, toeing the limits of your control. This inevitably degraded your mental state, leaving your mind a little hazy. This meant you were a lot more impulsive and less observant, something that played in favor to SHIELD's trap. You knew you shouldn't have taken the hit on Tony, especially due to your exhaustion, but you had let your excitement of possibly seeing Natasha blind you. Nevertheless, the current situation didn't really worry you anyways, although you made a note to deal with a problem later.

"And why wasn't I informed of this?" Natasha pressed on.

"Don't take it personally. You're area of skills weren't required for the job, so you weren't informed. Simple as that." Tony plainly stated, clearly sensing the Russian's agitation.

You had to stifle your laughter at the irony. If Natasha had been assigned to the case earlier, you probably would've been captured much sooner.

Natasha bit the inside of her cheek, obviously deep in thought as well. " Release him, (Y/N)." She finally said and you happily obliged, but not sliding you ring back on, letting the flames surround you in a hazy aura incase you needed to react to any threats. Tony let out of breathe of relief as your magic retreated, but you could see that he was still a bit shaken up, the effects not fully wearing off.

"Hey are you alright darling?" You asked concernedly, ignoring the wobbling man when you caught Natasha looking a little pale. Walking over to where she was, you reached out a hand to lightly caress her cheek, the flames retreating as it reached her. You hesitated for a split second, unsure of how she would react, but Natasha leaned into your touch. Her eyes met yours. It was the same bright green that you dreamt about, and they looked even more dazzling up close. She smiled up at you and it was like all the years you've spent apart hadn't happened.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She whispered reassuringly and you smiled too in relief. “ What does Fury want with the (Y/N)?” She asked Tony, but her eyes didn't leave you.

“ The same thing we do to all threats. We either eliminate or imprison them .” He answered, voice indifferent.

Natasha turned to him, much to your dismay, “Why can’t we accept them into SHIELD?” she offered instead.

Tony, who had thought your weird relationship with Natasha was the strangest thing that could happen, couldn't believe what he was hearing. “You want to let an assassin into our ranks? Are you crazy?! Did you already get your hands on the vodka shelf?” He stammered.

Natasha gave him a dark look, one that sent a chill of excitement down your spine, “I was an assassin too Tony.”

Tony didn’t seem to know how to respond to that, but he didn’t need to. The door to the room swung opened again, this time a larger blonde man marching in. You recognized him from your intel: Steve Rogers-Captain America. Behind him, you saw several heavily armed agents behind him, their guns trained on you.

Natasha whipped around at the sudden intrusion, surprise flashing across her face. " Steve." She said warningly, noticing the same things you did, but Steve didn't let her finish, already throwing out his shield in attack. The metal was launched at you, cutting through the air faster than the eyes could follow.

You easily caught it, magic stopping it mid-flight.

You sighed at his pathetic attempt, " Mr. Rogers, don't you know it's rude to interrupt? You can't just come in here, guns blazing, and shield flying." You reprimanded, lazily throwing the shield back to the man. Steve tried to catch the shield, but was knocked back by the sheer force of your throw. The men immediately behind him stumbled back in shock as the 6'1 super solider crashed into them. Those who were left standing quickly recovered and upon realizing that their first line of attack had been beaten, prepared to shoot. They found themselves unable to. Fear had crept up on them during the ruckus and now they were unable to move as your magic seeped through them. With a simple wave of your hand, the black flames around you attacked and within seconds, all the agents, including Cap, dropped to the floor.

"What?" Tony gasped in horror, and for the first time, he seemed to truly understand the extent of your power.

"Relax, they're not dead. I just knocked them out for-" You pretended to check your wrist for a watch, " -a while. I don't know, I usually don't wait around for the people I knock out to wake back up."

Natasha was staring in shock at the pile of bodies by the door and you saw something indistinguishable in her eyes. A distinct chime echoed off the walls of the room, drawing your attention to your phone in the corner. You walked over to it, Tony looking like he wanted to stop you but was too terrified to. Picking it up, you read the message silently. Shouting could be heard getting louder, footsteps pounding towards you as alarms blared.

"Looks like that's my cue to leave." You announced to Natasha and Tony. " Sorry to cut our reunion short Talia."

Natasha stepped forward, blinking out of her shock. "(Y/N) wait-!" She began.

"Don't worry, I think I'll be staying a little bit longer in New York. We'll see each other soon my love." You promised, picking up one of the fallen agent's guns and shooting out the lights until you were enveloped in pitch darkness. Then, before the backup agents could arrive, you melted away into the shadows.

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You emerged from a dark alleyway in some shifty part of the Bronx. Pulling out your phone, you replied to Matt, your associate, declining the new job he had sent over, informing him that you would be taking a vacation for a while.

Seeing Natasha had reminded you of how much you actually missed her, and you didn't want to just leave New York yet, not when you barely had the chance to catch up with your lover.

But first, you had a snitch to catch. Someone had tipped off SHIELD about you. Someone who knew you about your power at that. You couldn't let someone so dangerous live.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------Powers of Reader [Will be updated as more information is learned about Reader]

-Ability to set fear in opponents

-Ability to melt into shadows (teleportation like: goes into one shadow, pops up somewhere else)

-Magic flames that kill people(?) and knocks them out(?)

-Major simp for Natasha (special skill)