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alright it is time.. oracule brainstorm drop!!!
putting it below the readmore because i know myself lol <3
Alright SO... Very roughly continuing on with where the tags on the last post left off wrt the Oracle being a more antagonistic character... Her previous iterations were more maternal and then Distantly Wise, but yk! I think I'd be a bit miffed if I were her!
I need to rewatch the entirety of GX to see how drastically this conflicts against actual canon, bc I know it diverges pretty intensely at points. Anyhow, this post builds off three contextual ideas:
Instead of being some random shadow realm that Haou goes "my city now 😈" on, the dimension that his arc takes place in is Actually where he, Yubel, the Oracle, and the Prince hail from.
A Long Time Ago, the Oracle transferred all the souls from this dimension to the main universe and sealed it away in an isolated fold of reality or some such thing. This action was a last resort to save her people from the Light - it was also her hope that she'd be able to trap the Light in the abandoned dimension with her, thus ending its pervasive destruction once and for all. Such a move was only possible due to the ~ Ancient Knowledges ~ she'd gained through the Light... she was hoping she could use it as a weapon against her old master - although the cost would be great, the ends would ultimately justify the means.
Although she was successful in transferring the souls of her universe to another + sealing her world away, the personal consequences were insane. Unbeknownst to her, the ritual fractured her soul and parts of it (carrying the Light) were ported to the new dimension... More immediately, it embedded her into the fabric of the present universe, leaving her alone to stand sentinel for a world that would never breathe again.
That said! What the FUCK do you do when, against all odds, a door is opened into your lonely desolate world which was Supposed to be Unreachable Forever. What do you do when this is done by None Other than your first friend who you accidentally magicked into immortality! Using magic from The Very Thing you sought to contain and snuff out - the thing you thought you killed! :| Which is quite obviously possessing your old friend!
😐😐😶🤯🤯
so there's this to process. BUT THEN BEFORE YOU CAN EVEN SIT WITH THAT!! ANOTHER door is opened, and in comes your other bestie from a millennia ago! and last but not least, YOU YOURSELF waltz in? And they're not the same but the difference is striking enough. what do you do with this information. 😐😐😐 also what do you MEAN that the Light escaped and also there's another you. huh!
So you begin to stew in this, and you keep your distance because wow! I guess the wounds never actually healed huh. And as you observe what is going down in your previously lifeless and silent home, you realize this is like some twisted conclusion to the very conflict that led you to hit the panic button all that time ago. Yikes!
I think for the Oracle, this is a nightmare. <3 😭😭I feel like her philosophy through these events is that maybe these things were meant to come to pass after all. maybe they really should all just kill each other <3 😐😭😭 And she'd be content to stew in this cynicism, but then you have The Baby Her, who is so desperate and so attached to these friends that she'd give up anything to get them home safely... and despite the Oracle's personal resignation, watching this fragment of herself struggle against it all reminds her of how it Used to Be + causes her to want the friends to come out on top. And so she is conflicted!!
This personal conflict leads to the antagonism I mention - despite her heart wanting the kids to succeed, her brain says they are destined to tear each other apart (and worst of all, they dragged innocents into it!). She's frustrated with the entire situation, and it all culminates in a colder but still supporting role... She wants to be proven wrong, but what she's seeing will not Do That + so she provokes it to inspire the growth necessary to prevail ykwim?
I don't remember enough about S4 (S3.5?) to actually write how this would play out. BUT. instead of them returning to Duel Academy the way they do in the show (iirc it involves Zayn dueling?), they have to like... dissolve the universe. To me, the Oracle's work in containing the Light means that the Haou Dimension is like the hotel california... maybe you can come in, but you can never leave in a way that matters. At this point, I think The Gang ft. Yubel is like "ohh... we really fucked up this time hahahaha 😶😐" And then the Oracle suggests The Dissolution (because at the end of the day she is still the Walking Anchor of the Abandoned Universe), and yk i don't think anyone is a fan of the idea! But it's literally that or be stuck in the Fuck Off Dimension until everyone withers away. tee and dare i say it hee.
So! The group opens up to the idea - I think narratively this would be framed as like.. letting the poor universe finally rest on move on to its next stage, whatever that may be. The Oracle mutilated it and then suspended it unnaturally for eternity - now, it can finally be laid to rest. The wrongs of the past, wrt the Quartet sans jesse (because the Actual Prince died a long time before their situation got so terrible), have finally been hashed out + in the end, the Darkness prevailed over the Light as was once predicted. The Oracle's long-abandoned wish of seeing her friends at peace with one another, friends once again, has been fulfilled. It is time for this chapter to end...
So the Oracle begins the ritual, unraveling her previous work. She is not as connected to her powers as she once was, so the best she can do is transport everyone to the original links Yubel created throughout the various shadow realms. Such a task required a massive amount of arcane energy before - this can be generated by a duel, but most importantly, it required the full presence of her soul last time (and that was Almost not enough before)... Lana agrees to help her, although it might mean she dies in the process :( Anything to get your friends home!! 🥺
And so they do their duel ritual (a shadow game lbfr lol!), and Lana falters a few times! but!! this is what happens when you duel against The Fabric of the Universe that can anticipate your strategies!! :( In any case, the tension of their duel generates enough force for the Oracle to rip a hole through the cocoon she'd wrapped before, and BAM the universe begins to unravel around them!! Everyone scrambles through and the Oracle says goodbye to her friends, old and new. I think she and Yubel, the two friends who started this journey, have a really 🥺farewell as Yubel continues on into the new world. Lana for the most part is silently grappling with the fact that she's literally about to die <3
with a giant wash of power + light, Haou's universe dissipates. Everyone is disoriented by it, and when they come to they're like YAY we survived!! but also.... Lana died guys. 😭😭😭😶🥺🥺Melancholy washes over the scene until Lana joseph-joestars onto the scene, deeply confused! Gag of the century, until Yubel (no longer blinded by a DEEP resentment for the Oracle + also not possessed by the Light) stares deep into her soul and concludes that she survived because Enough of her soul was distinct enough from the Oracle to not be completely absorbed by the universe clawing for its anchor. or some such idea........... this needs to be stewed on!
and so the gang has their week of 😶🙌🏻🙌🏻home at last!! iirc Jaden was missing for this bit, so I have to rewatch and figure out What Happens, because he undergoes such a significant character shift in that week! Lana is in fact deeply scathed by the whole season - she was going to die! And yet here she is... She finds herself unmoored by the whole adventure, and is carried like driftwood on the wave through to graduation. I remember S4 deals a Lot in everyone's anxieties around graduation and What Comes After, so it would make sense to explore that with Lana's whole melancholy here. but that's a post for another time hehe
#sriracha.txt#oracule momence#long post#tonight i only have incomprehensible ygo gx oc lore in the kitchen... my apologies <3#i got too stuck on one path to notate it BUT. I think the entire situation between Yubel Jaden + Haou is downright ghoulish#the Oracle thought she'd choked out the Light by isolating it in a universe without life. what destruction can you bring there? an object#at rest will stay at rest yk. she had no idea some tiny shard of her had escaped into the other world.. carrying the Light within it like a#infection. nightmare!!!#and because of that tiny contaminated fragment of her.. the light could propagate in a whole new environment. and not only did it thrive BU#it literally possessed her first friend + filled them with such hate that they ripped a hole through her cocoon of isolation to enact their#revenge. like not only did you fail at scp containment but now the scp is going to pilot your bestie (who you thought Died) through multipl#realities BACK to your home. talk about seeing ghosts!#and then it enacts the wildest psychological warfare against What Must Be the reincarnation of your other friend (who you kind of betrayed)#for abandoning them UNTIL he breaks and suddenly the ghost appear! your other friend that you betrayed is now back and possessing this poor#kid like it's halloween. what do you - as the oracle (isolated for millennia. not even a pip or a squeak to accompany you) do with this#information.... literally then suddenly a guy x50 appear. wtf!!!!#this isn't even mentioning all the duel monsters that are yagga'd by yubel into the Haou Dimension.. what do you do about that?! it's a#miracle she makes it through the narrative at all bc were it me i'd be screaming and crying in a ditch lol!
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hi dess, I was thinking about drawcia and her siaters last night and was curious if you ever thought about a connection between her and adeleine and noir. because of the... art theme, and because her sorceress form has some glaring similarities to dark matter blade. and/or perhaps some relation to the painter and mysterious brush mentioned in paintra/DX's boss descriptions? the subject of 2 siblings being separated is something adeleine/noir and paintra/drawcia seem to have in common
Oooh, D00p... >w<
I hate to say that while I've been passively aware of some of the visual similarities/glaring connections between Drawcia and Dark Matter Blade, I have never really thought hard of doing anything with it/come up with anything particularly HC-y for them. Kinda goes for Drawcia and Nightmare too, who also share some concepts.
(There's just too much Dark Matter in Kirby! Keeping them all straight yet connected in a way that makes sense is difficult, darn it! No wonder Shimazaki left! "Figure the rest out for yourselves!" XD) (1)
I do know that, for Apologies, it's canon that Noir and Adeleine's family are 'people upon whom the rest of the planet does not look too fondly on.' That is why, while it would already be hard for two kids to survive there, it has been especially hard in their case...
:Dess still in deep consideration whether she wants to finish drawing the content warning-required Noir backstory chapter or not, even though it keeps poking its head into other stories:
Ahem! But I do remember thinking that if the Dark Matter Blade is Lab Discovera's first cursed af attempt at trying to make or recreate, I dunno, Galaxia maybe(?) That Ado's Paintbrush is probably the same for the Magic Paintbrush in Canvas Curse.
So, they are tied into the lore of this somehow... And you're right that their story echos the separated siblings. In fact, I was talking with thecrashman a little about some Apologies spoilers related to the above mentioned sidestory and witches made of paint did dance through my head for a second... but I still don't have anything concrete as to how the four (five, counting Vividria) are related.
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Speaking of, I saw someone post that another Japanese guidebook supposedly made it "clear" that the Dark Matter you fight in DL 3 is the same as Blade which made me gulp because in Apologies, I wasn't necessarily going to make the Dark Matter in 3 the same as Noir and I was pre~tty sure the Japanese wiki backed me up on the possibility that they were, or at least, could be different!
...God, making Blade be the same Dark Matter that's in both 2 and 3 in Apologies-verse would have even ME crying and screaming?!?
It was bad enough that he's just a shadow of himself in 2. Flickering whispers of fading memories fighting a losing battle against the all encroaching darkness, but now, in Dream Land 3, he's LITERALLY a thrice-dead soulless husk?! Made to repeat the same task he failed at before by a heartless tyrant who only demands of the boy:
"Again." How...many...more...times...? "Again until you succeed."
Noir was gentle enough to keep Dedede asleep the whole time he was possessing him. Noir only captured Kirby's friends, not hurt them, mildly inconveniencing Kirby. But Zero? Zero resurrects his dead pawn, rips open Dedede's stomach and shoves Blade inside the king like he was a prison made of flesh within which Blade can only gnash his "teeth" (...rattle the bars...) and shed tears of darkness...
Zero then parades him out before Blade's own BABY BROTHER as a meat shield and an "example" - to fill both Gooey and Kirby with despair and hopelessness at the inevitability of that which they face.
"...You thought you had ended this one's suffering?" "This is the fate of all who defy EYE."
What is this True Arena Noir Soul I have accidentally invented?
#Kirby#Apologies AU#cw: angst#cw: mild horror#Dess accidentally makes Apologies even more horrible#(I'm not covering DL3 though. That's too much to draw.#If you're a fan of Noir's endless suffering then you...#...can go ahead take the above as canon though.)#Zero Kirby#Noir (human form DMS)#I don't really have any HC on Zero normally...#...but they are being kind of needlessly ruthless here#Apologies!Fecty has a rival for biggest asshole?!? ^^;#(At least Fecty is just getting revenge on the...#...species that built its society upon their suffering)#(Speaking of things that are too hard to draw...#...the story of how Adeleine 'made it' to Popstar...)
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This Summer
Guess who’s back with another yoongi fic featuring my favourite trope so here’s another brother’s best friend au, I wanted to try a different setting for this one since I like summer camp aus a lot (and there’s not enough of it on this site I tell you) and I never did something similar to this also I’m sorry that there will be mistakes in here because I wrote this in three days but I’ll proofread it once I have the energy.
🏕️Title: ‹This Summer›
🏕️Pairing: ‹brother’s best friend and camp counsellor! yoongi x new camp counsellor! reader ft. brother and camp counsellor! hoseok›
🏕️Genre: ‹brother’s best friend, summer camp, camp counsellor, romance, fluff, angst, smut, idiots to lovers›
🏕️Summary: ‹This summer you’re going to stop liking min yoongi for good. The plan is flawless until it’s not (but you’re not the only one with plans.)›
🏕️Warnings: ‹smut, making out, oral (both parties) receiving, penetrative sex, condom sex, dirty talk, yoongi is jealous of jungkook having your boobs against his chest, y/n avoids yoongi like it’s her life mission for like 5k straight, a lot of angst but there will be fluff too so don’t worry, awkward tension, sexual tension, clueless hobi, everyone is stupid in this, jungkook likes meddling with y/n’s life a little bit too much, poor tae facing yoongi’s wrath without any reason lol›
🏕️Word count: ‹12.3k›
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Your brother is a ticking time bomb, no one knows when he’s going to take something into his head, he’s that annoying sibling that’s always full of energy and twists everyone around his pinky finger on family dinners. You love him with your whole heart, considering you ripped that mean girl’s hair out in elementary school when she called your baby brother (who is older than you but shh) ugly and made him cry.
Hoseok and you are polar opposites he’s cheery and positive always have a big smile on his face, ready to help all the old ladies with heavy shopping bags cross the street while you’re on the quiet side and often misunderstood.
It’s easy to see on holiday dinners and get-togethers that your relatives favour him over you because you’re less talkative and friendly, he has better achievements in life whilst you struggle with school but those you’re close with know the real you and awkward conversations about your nonexistent boyfriend because you’re so deeply in love with your brother’s best friend is not the best ice breaker your distant grandmas try to pull on you. Even so, when Yoongi decides to tag along to those said dinners accompanied by his parents and little sister, might just hell break loose.
The second man who basically acts like he lives in your house is your best friend slash knight in shining armour and partner in crime; simply named Jeon Jungkook for good measure who is your next-door neighbour. You have tons of unforgettable memories with him as he was the one you went to prom with, annoyed all the teachers on field trips with your loud rap battles and cried on each other's shoulders as you graduated high school together.
Your friendship with him came as a surprise to all your family members as they originally thought your brother and him will become close but instead, he spent most of his time with you while yoongi and hoseok with their other friends hang out separately. On rare occasions, your group would mix and go to see a popular movie or play games at the arcade on someone’s birthday.
Summer usually is the time when things are a little slow. No assignments to do or classes to attend, your brother leaves in early July for this summer camp that’s half a day far away from your home with his friends and the last two summers even Jungkook applied to be a camp counsellor as he likes to be surrounded by kids and nature just like your brother does so literally, everyone left for some time leaving you alone in your hometown with nothing to do but it was better this way because away from Hoseok meant that Yoongi will be far away too.
Your brother tries to persuade you every year to go with them but you always have to decline, sometimes your no is firmer than other times because Hoseok is excellent at using his puppy eyes on you.
However, this summer you had other plans. There’s no bell to ring once the last class is dismissed for the semester, tired from your finals you’re going to dedicate at least a week to catch up on your sleep and fix your eating habits but you have a big smile on your face as you climb into Jungkook’s run-down Ford slamming the car door behind your body since they don’t function properly sometimes. This car is his prized possession, got it for his 18th birthday after he successfully passed his test (at the forth try) and bragged about his driving license to you for over two weeks although you only dared to sit next to him after two months. Jungkook named his car Adonis and forbid you of disrespecting his little baby if you want to ever get a lift so you let him be.
Back to your important inner turmoil, you decided you will no longer simp over Min Yoongi your brother’s best friend and this summer you’ll get over him as a grown-up woman. Being in your second year at the local University that all the boys attend it’s surprisingly easy to avoid your brother and his friends and how everyone’s schedule seems to be so packed all the time during the semester, you don’t see them as much as you used to in high school.
”This was your last final, right?” Jungkook turns the ignition key ready to leave this hellhole of a place, holding your headrest with one hand as he turns to see the back of the car so he can back out of the parking lot without any accidents. You grab the smoothie from the cup holder before humming in agreement and take a sip whilst taking in your best friend’s features you haven’t seen for the past week.
”As soon as I get home I’m going to sleep till the next century.” Your dramatic response earns a chuckle and a jab to your left boob as he didn’t take his eyes off the road while delivering his hit. Jungkook wears his signature white tee with a pair of dark blue jeans no traces are left of the stress both of you went under, he was luckier than you as his finals ended a week ago.
”School sucks, we couldn’t even have fun together and I’m leaving next week. I’m going to miss you, you know. You really won’t come with us?” He tried to make you rethink your decision just like your brother but not even his bambi eyes can waver your summer plans, this time you fully intend to have one more Min Yoongiless summer, this silly crush you have on your brother’s best friend can’t continue.
”There’s always one place left for you at the camp Y/N. Hoseok would love to see you there too and we could spend so much time together.” The idea of spending a few weeks with Jungkook sounds nice but a voice in your head reminds you that Yoongi will be there too. He could be yelling at children and wear his trademark grumpy expression but you would still find something attractive about him. The worst part is that he’s never like that with you.
Yoongi is not as talkative as Jungkook or Hoseok, making him be more like you, at first you thought that your crush developed because he seemed to understand you in a different way your brother couldn’t. He cares for his friends, always making sure to show them by doing thoughtful gestures.
Hoseok tells his friends all the time that you and him are a package deal it’s either both of you or none of you, sometimes people have a problem with that but these five boys he hangs out with for years now are the good exception. You like them even though you don’t like all of Hoseok’s friends.
”I’m sorry Koo but I can’t, we talked about this before.” It’s not like you hate children because you don’t you’re not the best with them but they are ok, the heatwave is what you despise in summer camps. You love being in an air-conditioned place without bug bites all-around your ankles and not even the campfire with yummy marshmallows could persuade you to like outdoor activities.
Summer camps are just not your thing.
”What do you mean you signed me up?” The black t-shirt slips through your fingertips, it has a band logo at the front you remember Hoseok liked back in high school, his suitcase is halfway filled with clothes when he decided to tell you he faked your signature to sign you up as the new summer camp counsellor.
You admit that you have a weird talent for making nice origamis that kids would probably love to learn and a good addition to the routine activities, he would have swayed you with compliments if it weren’t for the fact that he faked your signature and signed you up for something you definitely said no to but still decided to do it without your permission. You heard nice things about the camp itself since it got renovated two years ago and Hoseok’s friends are nice people, he said their co-workers are nice people and your best friend would be there too, don’t get the wrong impression there, you even heard that the camp leader Seokjin is nice and a fun person not strict at all unless it concerns the kid's safety because he will not allow that.
”Don’t be mad, please. Jungkook and I just thought that this could be a fun experience for you, things will get busy next year so it’s going to be the last summer together like this. Pretty please?”
You sighed defeatedly as you can’t possibly say no to that when he phrases it like that. Hoseok looks at you with his round big eyes full of hope. Your summer plan was flawless until…it’s not.
Jungkook came almost knocking down your front door when you called him to come over after you were finally done helping Hoseok finish packing for the trip, you scolded your best friend for not stopping your brother as soon as he learned his scheme about ruining your summer plans you felt furious but he picked up on his way over to your house your favourite coffee flavoured candies and it made you forgive him too easily as you were soon munching on the treat.
It’s a huge disadvantage on your part that he knows your preferences so well. Now you can understand why he always seems so frustrated with you when you make him his favourite dish to get him to forgive you, this is just too much power to have over someone and when he crushes you with his tight hug listing out the things the two of you can do at the camp all of your remaining anger vanishes.
You will think about Min Yoongi later.
That later, however, comes sooner than you anticipated. Sitting on the kitchen stool drinking your coffee while all Hoseok’s noisy friends get a fill of breakfast and a cup of coffee, you have the unfortunate fate of housing all the boys to dine before getting on the road and after a lost rock, paper, scissors thanks to your brother’s ridiculous bad luck you become the host.
The kitchen got filled with animated chit-chats as they place a toast or two on their plates over the noises you almost don’t hear Jungkook next to you asking for the jam but you pass him the jar silently. Yoongi and Jimin are the only ones missing from the group because Yoongi has to drive Jimin to his parent’s place to pick up his car that he got repaired recently so they were running a bit late.
Namjoon is a new addition to the group after Hoseok met him in Uni so you don’t know him that well but he’s nice as far as you’re concerned, you talked to him a few times and his interesting topics never fail to entertain you. Jin steals a toast from Namjoon’s plate so he doesn’t need to get up and fetch one for himself but Namjoon looks too tired to care as he munches on his remaining one toast that his friend can’t steal because it’s halfway in his mouth.
Seokjin’s parents run the bakery on the main road so everyone knows him, he got introduced to the friend group when you were still in high school and you and Jungkook were regulars at the shop. Jin always sneaked a pair of baguettes for the two of you exclusively after you were finished with school.
It’s nice to see all these familiar faces after the stressful semester you had, momentarily forgetting about your problems you feel thankful that Hoseok went out of his way to ruin your plans and sign you up for this train wreck of an adventure, it’s been a while since everyone was together like this.
The doorbell rang interrupting Jungkook and Seokjin’s argument about who’s going to get the last toast piece but Hoseok perked up at the sound yelling excitedly that Yoongi and Jimin are here. Your brother quickens his pace after rising from his seat to open the door for them and grins when they step through the threshold.
Greetings are exchanged between friends and the place becomes livelier as the last pieces decide to join the puzzle, Jimin sees you first and knocks into Jungkook’s shoulder while he tries to get to you to give you a warm hug.
It’s been a while since you last saw Yoongi face to face, you’re added to the boy's group chat so in some depth you knew how he’s doing. He has been over at your house a few times hanging out with Hoseok but you always stayed late inside the library on the days he visited using the weak excuse that you need to catch up on school work so you had no chance of crossing paths with him coincidently while you were searching for a glass of water in the kitchen it’s humiliating enough that he saw you exit your bathroom wearing only a towel when you were a teenager.
Your curves became more defined and your body matured a lot over the years and knowing that he saw you like that when you had no ass or boobs. It’s embarrassing. Hoseok liked you that way because it meant no man would thirst over you as he liked to call it. The memory of him telling the boys that you’re off-limits and made them swear at the ’bro code’ to stay away from you is crystal clear in your mind even if now you are in your twenties.
The memory only makes your situation difficult as Yoongi probably doesn’t feel the same way.
As soon as Jimin steps back and releases you from the hug he has Jungkook in a headlock the next second, wrestling with the younger playfully, Jungkook is probably the closest to Jimin after you.
”Hey, it’s nice to see you.”
Yoongi has a half-smile on his face as he approaches you hesitantly pulling you into a hug like Jimin did but his approach is more gentle and careful as he pats your back with featherlight touches. His scent envelops your senses tuning out everything else that’s not him, it feels like forever that you hugged him, normally the two of you greet each other but rarely hug like this.
”Yeah, you too.” You murmur the words into his shoulder but he must have heard you because the side of his lips turned slightly upwards after you separate.
There are two cars available for the eight of you and Seokjin yells that it’s a matter of a game of rock, paper, scissors and everyone agrees as this is the common way your group chose who is riding with who.
”Easy, the losers ride with Jimin and the winners with Yoongs.” Jungkook is the first one to initiate the rules and everyone agrees except Jimin who whines about why he takes the losers but no one pays attention as the bloody battle starts. The first contestants are Namjoon and Hoseok and your brother ends up loosing while yelling like a banshee and making up excuses that he wanted to show rock and not paper as Namjoon choose scissors as his weapon.
You come up next with Jungkook as your opponent and you let a wicked smile appear on your face because no one knows him better than you, you know his move before he even thinks it through and you show paper getting your well-deserved victory.
Just later you realise that winners ride with Yoongi that you reconsider your decision, you were so caught up in your rivalry that’s your friendship’s base foundation with Jungkook at this point that it slipped your mind entirely.
Taehyung and Jin are the last ones to compete and the battle ends with Taehyung winning the last space in Yoongi’s car leaving Seokjin to dramatically kneel like a wounded soldier making fake sobbing noises. Taehyung ends up changing seats with Jungkook last moment and finally, everything is set to get going.
Jungkook and Namjoon take over the backseat as they loaded their luggage at lightning speed so they can claim their spot first leaving you with the only option to have the passenger seat at the front.
Yoongi obviously got behind the steering wheel entrusted with the task of operating the car throughout this long drive to the summer camp sight. Taehyung, Jin and Hoseok got into Jimin’s car like it was decided by the game.
The camp is bigger than you expected and the renovations got the place a little modern touch to it while still maintaining a close feel to nature with all the wooden houses and trees around but your favourite part is the lake at the far end of the campsite.
You share a room with a girl counsellor that spends her second year here, still, relatively new like yourself so it’s easy to befriend her. The campers will arrive the next day early in the morning Areum informs you as you two walk to the dining area to have the first meeting before everything starts.
By the end of the day, everyone knows you’re Hoseok’s little sister and new people approach you every now and then to confirm the facts and know a little bit more about you since everyone seems to like your noisy brother here (not that it surprises you), it looks like the counsellors are excited to start a new summer here and the atmosphere easily pulls you in, you watch Jimin and Jungkook have a water fight just to catch in the corner of your eye the figure of your brother pushing an unsuspecting Seokjin into the lake when he stands too close to the edge.
The day goes by like a flash as you hang out with Areum, she shows you her favourite places that consists of the greenhouse and the other side of the lake where there are built benches and tables for outdoor picnics.
Jungkook pouts during dinner fake crying that you replaced him and you have to forcefully spoon feed him to stop him from embarrassing you in front of all these unfamiliar people that gathered to have some quiet dinner. So everything goes smoothly, you have such a great time that it scares you.
It’s getting pretty late when all counsellors gather around the campfire to roast marshmallows and catch up with each other’s lives, you’re still new so you use this time to get to know Areum a little bit more since you and her are going to be responsible for entertaining the kids inside the art room alongside with Taehyung who teaches the kids how to paint.
You tell her about your silly hobby that landed you this job and she gets really excited to see your origami creations, you show the same enthusiasm when she reveals her major is classical statuary.
Even though Yoongi was always nearby it got easy to ignore his existence when so many new things surrounded you. It didn’t mean he fully left your thoughts throughout the day but made you feel that sense of false security that you could get over him. That all those years of pinning for your brother’s best friend could just vanish if you told your heart to stop skipping beats when he calls your name. Boose soon gets introduced to the mix and by the time midnight rolls around everyone is pleasantly buzzed and when Jungkook enters the state that he hangs off of you like a koala nuzzling his cheek into the crook of your neck you decided to call it a night.
You wake up with your head thumping inside your skull slightly feeling hangover; your roommate is in a similar state as you two approach the dining room getting small slices of bread to make a light sandwich.
You’re mid-bite into your food when you see Yoongi enter, walking alongside with your brother he catches your gaze sooner than you were able to look away and after they get their fills on their trays your loud brother flops down next to you with the loudest greeting that he could possibly muster up alerting everyone in the ten-metre radius.
Yoongi and you groan at the same time telling him to shut up like it’s a scripted response and your eyes meet for the barest of seconds before you focus on your half-eaten sandwich.
It’s hard not to look at him. Despite his gruff exterior, he’s very good at dealing with children, your activity where kids can learn how to fold origami is always after his cookie baking lesson and he smells like rough cookie dough and chocolate ship when he leads the kids into the art room where you would have all the coloured papers ready at each desk and folded a sample beforehand so they can use it as a reference if the instructions don’t look clear enough in the printed page.
The idea for this lesson formed last night, you were up all night as you researched on the internet how to fold hearts. It kept you up till the sun rose as you were trying out every folding technique that would look pretty but easier to do for the kids, you even accidentally cut your finger with the scissor while you were working using only the faint light from the lamp on the bedside table.
Yoongi greets you like he usually would wearing a little smile at the corners as he lets the kids inside first holding the door open for them, he always leaves silently after he delivered the campers to the art room but this time the door slides closed behind his form as he got dragged into the room by a kid named Minsung holding onto Yoongi’s hand he stood awkwardly while everyone else had a decided seat to take.
”Can Yoongi join us today Y/N?” Minsung asks holding Yoongi’s hand as he leads him further into the art room and every kid looks expectantly at you waiting for you to agree and seeing their faces you nod with a smile pulling out the chair next to you beckoning the embarrassed man to sit beside you.
He didn’t think you would say yes if he’s being honest. After you finished high school and he and Hoseok went to University and got busy with life he started to see you less and less, at first he didn’t think much of it but after some time it looked like that you’re actively avoiding him.
He has no idea why (that’s what eats him from the inside out on sleepless nights) he doesn’t remember saying or doing something that would make you upset and even now when you keep bumping into each other you seem skittish around him and he doesn’t like that, hence he even talked to Hoseok about this and your own brother couldn’t give him an answer why you started avoiding him.
”Do you know how to fold origami?” You ask him slipping papers in front of him as soon as he seats himself beside you, your heart beats inside your chest violently when you get enveloped in his scent yet again reminding you of the hug you shared that you’re afraid he’s going to hear it.
”I barely know how to fold my clothes.” The nervous joke lightens the mood as the kids laugh loudly the poor attempt at making you be more comfortable with him earns a little snort that makes a blush creep up your face rapidly in embarrassment but Yoongi thinks you sound adorable. You think you sounded like a troll.
”It’s fine I’ll help you.” Your little smile is still there even though your eyes are no longer on Yoongi as you focus on the kids, you tell them first what they will make and then go into detail how they can fold it while using the instructions and clearing some of the confusing images for them to understand it better. Lastly, you encourage them to not be afraid to ask if they have questions and you’ll gladly help them. It falls silent after as everyone gets absorbed in their work and you start making extra origamis for the children as usual until someone needs help.
Yoongi looks intent on finding out using the illustrations how to proceed and even though your instructions were pretty clear and well detailed he couldn’t figure out how to do it, he wastes two papers before he even got to the third step.
You see him struggling and he clearly gets worked up over it considering the number of creases appearing on his forehead once you get back to your desk after helping a kid figure out the instructions you move your chair closer getting his attention with the movement, your knees touch in the process but neither of you makes any moves to instal more distance between your bodies.
”Can I show you?” You reach for the scrambled paper but stop midway to look up and ask for permission.
Yoongi nods his head sliding the mess closer to you, observing as you unfold the paper and restart making more accurate lines and you immediately see what’s wrong with his shape. His measurements are off, even when he folded the paper in half that seemed uneven because he tried to fold it in one go and the paper sometimes moves around if you’re not careful enough.
After you fixed it and slid the paper to be in front of him you tell him your advice in a soft-spoken way. Heart still hammering inside your chest due to the closeness you share. ”Don’t rush through the steps, take your time while you fold it.” Your fingers touch briefly when you pass him the paper and you resume your working so it would take away from the embarrassment of how loud your heart beats because of him.
He looks so good today wearing a black oversized t-shirt with small prints in the front and even when his hair is damp with sweat his smile is able to melt your resolves any time you gaze up at those dark eyes.
Kids can be very attentive and they easily see how Y/N looks so smitten with Yoongi if those stolen sideway glances are anything to go by, every time he shows up you became a nervous ball of a mess it’s not rocket science to know you have a huge crush on the boy, the only mystery that campers can’t figure out is why you tiptoe around each other when Yoongi doesn’t seem indifferent either.
They often catch him looking at you as they run around the campsite during leisure activities led by Hoseok.
Minsung and Soohyung share a knowing smile as they watch them fold origami and it’s not overlooked by either of them when you focus back to do your work and Yoongi takes glances in your direction mesmerized by you, the task seems easy when he watches you do it.
A knock is followed by the appearance of your camp leader Seokjin leaning onto the doorframe interrupting your little bubble, looking at the kids with a fond expression before he addresses Yoongi and they leave together to discuss something, the activity is almost over as you learn glancing at the clock and Jungkook soon appears where Jin was a little while ago to get the kids.
Jungkook and your brother are the ones responsible for the outdoor activities and at the end of the day not only the kids are tired but their counsellors too by constantly running around to ensure everyone's safety.
Yoongi wanted to talk to you and help you clean up, have a real conversation in private, but things never turn out as he wants them to there seems to be always an obstacle standing between you two so he follows Jin to discuss a camp-related issue while he wishes he could spend a little more time with you.
If only you would tell him what he did wrong so he can fix it, this awkward state you two got stuck in makes him sad for some reason.
There was a time when you were greeting him with a big smile on your face and ask him about his day, he vividly remembers your chubbier cheeks and crooked teeth when you were younger but he doesn’t mind your feminine growth over the years, Yoongi always thought you will grow up to be a beautiful woman.
He remembers your prom dress, it was in a navy blue colour that complimented your fuller curves he only started to notice in your last year in high school, Jungkook posed beside you like you were Mr and Mrs Smith as your parents took pictures of you two and he found himself smiling fondly at you.
It was Hoseok’s birthday when the air shifted from platonic to something else in the short span of ten seconds, both of you were a little tipsy and you were sitting at a corner table together because neither of you wanted to hit the dance floor, the bar was packed and guys tried to hit on you numerous times just to be chased away by your brother’s antics.
You didn’t seem to mind that he prevented every guy from making a move on you and as you were all alone in a small booth chest to chest to hear each other over the loud music while you tried to tell him a story about Jungkook choking on fries at Mcdonalds when the waitress suddenly slipped her number scribbled onto a napkin trying not to ugly laugh yourself. His nose accidentally bumped into yours as he suppressed a laugh and if the others didn’t choose that exact moment to take a breather and have more drinks he thinks he would have probably kissed you right then and there.
The other time he felt something different while he was around you was when you and his friends took a trip to Busan to see the sea and you wore that one piece bikini, the bottom and top half were connected by a line of fabric but let your sides and hips be visible under the little clothing you had on.
Guys turned their heads when you passed them and he couldn’t even blame them like Hoseok because he looked at you a few times as well trying to seem as subtle as he possibly can since Hoseok otherwise would have killed him knowing that his best friend was ogling at his little sister.
”Don’t you dare!” Your yelling draws the attention of the kids and counsellors equally that’s how loud you are as your best friend approaches your form sitting under the umbrella trying to cool yourself down since today’s temperate is insanely (and unreasonably) hot. ”When we get home I’ll draw all your action figures a moustache using permanent markers. I’m not joking stop right there!”
Your horrific expression is validated since Jungkook has this shit-eating grin on his face when he’s about to do something you’ll most definitely not like, knowing him from your early stage of childhood when he was just a lanky anime fanatic and you were flat like a wooden board with huge pimples you’re an expert at distinguishing his different expressions and actions.
”You’re cute to think that will stop me.” Jungkook chuckles grabbing you by the waist as he drapes you over his shoulder effortlessly walking with you to the edge of the lake despite your efforts to break free from his grip, your friend jumps into the water with you still firmly clinging onto his body. The kids around you laugh at your friendly banter as you rise from the water like a lake monster and you duck Jungkook’s head underwater to make him pay for your ruined clothes and makeup.
Coming to help you, Jimin manoeuvres his boat next to you and stretches his hand out followed by a big grin to drag you out of the lake but it appears to be more difficult as you two almost flip over but you manage to unceremonially flop down next to him dragging your fingers through your hair to get the hairs out of your face.
”You really want war, Jeon. Just you wait but don’t blame me if I shave your hair off while you’re sleeping.” Coughing between your threatening words Jimin starts patting your back, rubbing your spine to help you feel better.
Jimin oars closer to the dock and you land your feet on the ground again without any more incidents occurring while Jungkook swims all the way, making comments about your appearance making the campers giggle alongside with him as your face gets warmer, once both of you are secure on land Jungkook hugs you close despite your distaste, your clothes cling to your body uncomfortably and droplets from his hair land on your cheek as he moulds your bodies together.
”Let me go, I’m not talking to you.” You try to push him away but instead of letting you go he scoops you up from the ground and spins you around, begging for your forgiveness but you don’t give in so easily.
Yoongi observes the scenes before him with a sour expression, he doesn’t even realise how he glares at Jungkook holding you that close to him while both of you are dripping of lake water, your boobs are entirely pushed against his chest as your best friend giggles midst of you struggling to break free.
Next to him Hoseok sits relaxed in his chair sipping his cold drink, shaking his head in faux amusement happy to see you have a good time here, your brother is normally very protective of you when it comes to guys but with Jungkook he knows that you guys are just best friends it’s hard to see you two otherwise when he witnessed your first period crying onto Jungkook’s shoulder that you’re going to bleed out and your poor friend almost dragged you to the hospital because he thought you were being real but soon learned that you overdramatise things when it’s that time of the month.
He often finds you in a weird position while you watch tv with Jungkook’s head on your tummy because the pressure and warmth of his head make the pain more bearable cuddling under blankets because you get needy when you’re on your period, your brother knows all of this because when your best friend is unavailable he has to fill the space and lay his head on your stomach until the feeling goes away.
He had his doubts in the early stage of your budding friendship when you first started to hang out with each other because things can get weird easily between friends if they are not the same gender but Jungkook proved to Hoseok multiple times that he supports you and would walk through fire for you. Nothing happened between you two in romantic aspects, there was no shift, even though someone who doesn’t see you daily interacting with him would assume something is going on.
”I’m going to change.” You announce to no one in particular, the way your shirt clings to your curves as you’re surrounded by male counsellors you don’t know adds extra pressure and their eyes on you make you uncomfortably fidget in place, your make up is probably smudged on your face giving you a panda effect.
”Wear this your bra is showing.” Jungkook gives you his wet shirt but the black material conceals your body to look decent enough and you thank him he could easily sense your distress and he feels a little bad that he pulled that trick on you. He had to coax you into wearing that bikini at the beach last year buttering you up with compliments so the two of you could finally get going, he knows better than anyone that you’re shy and insecure about your body if someone you don’t know sees you, you don’t hate your body but it makes you feel anxious if some stranger looks at you like you’re his meal for the evening and he totally gets it.
He glares at every single one of them who looks at you inappropriately alongside your brother who shares the same sentiment as him. You deserve to be treated right, that’s why he was super angry once you told him about your first time, that guy just stuck it in without making you cum.
Hoseok doesn’t know, however, you only told Jungkook about your unpleasant experience when you were tipsy, you had to tell him at a house party while playing truth or dare, you had to share something he didn’t know and considering he’s your best friend not much was there to confess. You hoped that he was drunk enough to forget about it the next day but he surprised you with ice cream and you talked it out with him, he can be immature sometimes though when the situation needs him to be serious he’s there for you. He never once made fun of you for something you felt insecure or not confident about.
Areum takes in your dishevelled look as soon as you step through the entrance of your current accommodation, opting for a quick shower to wash the dirty lake water off your skin you tell her what happened vaguely before disappearing behind the bathroom door and she snickers silently seeing your grumpy face.
Jungkook marches to the seat next to Hoseok the playful glint is still there as he rakes his fingers through his hair shaking the droplets out of his locks like a dog and the way female colleagues eye him didn’t go unnoticed by either Yoongi or Hoseok for that matter. Your best friend is not as dense as you think he is because for a while now he connected the dots why you seem to avoid Yoongi at all cost.
It shocked him at first but now observing your interactions closely he calls himself a fool that he didn’t realise it sooner. Your best friend knows about the ’you can’t woo my baby sister’ rule because it’s applied to him as well, Hoseok cornered him one day after you left to bring up snacks for a movie night and told him awfully descriptive outcomes what will happen to him if he tries anything on you all the while he pushed him against your lavender walls, that day he learned that smiley Hoseok can be scary sometimes.
It’s been years and his overprotectiveness lessened because you dated guys here and there and Hoseok was always supportive of you and your soon-to-be boyfriends, but you didn’t go to second dates with any of them.
He found it strange at first but after he found out about your little crush on your brother’s best friend some things clicked and your behaviour wasn’t soo odd anymore, Jungkook didn’t read too much into it at first because he thought it’s going to be a fleeting flame but it’s been years that you harbour feelings for the older man.
Yoongi was a harder nut to crack because he’s better at masking his feelings than you but he can see how his eyes linger on you when he thinks no one’s looking, his slip-ups are subtle ones and it would go over his head if he wouldn’t be so tuned in searching for his reactions.
His gut feeling tells him Yoongi feels the same way you do (his face might not be as expressive but his eyes are sparkling every time he finds you in the crowd) although he can’t be one hundred percent sure, the benefit of the doubt that makes him keep question every move and look he throws your way his confusing actions indicates that even Yoongi doesn’t know how he truly feels about you so Jungkook didn’t bring up the subject because he’s not sure how to approach this without making this more complicated.
He doesn’t want to give you hope when he can’t guarantee his intuition is right so he choose to silently observe and let things unfold naturally but it gets harder with time to ignore how you two are dancing around each other like idiots. Well, at least before now you straight out refuse to be in the same room as him.
At this point, he’s convinced that neither of you is going to make a move to let the other know about your romantic feelings, he wanted to respect the fact that you didn’t want him to know about your feelings towards your brother’s best friend but enough is enough and he’s tired of seeing you avoid the matter for another year like this.
His plan so far doesn’t seem to work, he convinced Hoseok to sign you up for the camp against your will but things don’t go forward as you keep avoiding the problem so he needs to give both of you a little push from the sidelines to end this.
He doesn’t like the idea of you hurting if he’s being wrong about this but the rejection would be better than living in denial, not knowing if he reciprocates your feelings, he hates seeing you cry but he’ll be there to kick ass and support you. Jungkook makes up his mind and calls Hoseok’s name to grab his attention.
”What do you think about one of your friends dating Y/N?”
Hoseok’s brow raises in question and Yoongi’s body stiffens at the mention trying to seem unaffected but Jungkook detects the slight change in his demeanour. ”Why do you ask? You’re not in love with my sister, are you Jeon?” He can’t stop laughing as he hears Hoseok accusing him immediately, he gets comfortable in his seat before answering. Waiting a little before responding to get a dramatic effect, he spends too much time with you as he realises he picked up some of your theatrical approaches.
”God, no. She’s my best friend I know too much about her to think like that.” His laughing subdues into small chuckles, he saw you at your worst and best moments, seen you naked by accident. You’re beautiful and funny but he doesn’t see you as a woman. Yoongi’s eyebrow twitches at the mention of ’knowing too much’ but Jungkook’s next words are the final blow for him to grip the armrest.
”I heard Taehyung is gonna ask her out and I wanted to know what you think about it.” Hoseok schools his features quickly after that, he didn’t know Taehyung liked you like that but he has no right to control your life or tell you who you can consider as a potential love interest. You can like whoever you want, he tried to show you his support when you introduced some of your dates to him and he’s going to keep his promise even when it comes to his friends.
You were always close but after he began to tell you who you can or can’t see your relationship became distant until he realised his mistakes, you forgave him easily because you love your brother a lot and he loves you just as much so after a heartfelt conversation between the two of you he promised not to do that to you ever again.
You’re aware he did this to protect you because you’re his precious little sister and big brothers could get unreasonably overprotective so after you almost drifted apart and even though you two talked it out. The fact that because of a boy you argued with Hoseok you decided you’ll never act on your feelings for Yoongi for the sake of your relationship. Jungkook doesn’t know that’s the main reason you keep avoiding Yoongi but he couldn’t have known because you two never touched upon the subject.
”It’s her decision.” Hoseok shrugs finally and Jungkook nods with a smile eyeing Yoongi who seem to absorb the answer he didn’t think he would get.
You’re aware of your feelings so it’s time for Yoongi to reflect on his thoughts and figure out what he wants.
Jungkook thinks that his plan might just work if he keeps up the good work. You can thank him later.
Taehyung is an unsuspecting victim caught up in Jungkook’s spider web to get you guys together. He likes every kind of art-related stuff and Jungkook showed him some of the origamis you folded for him as he has a few of the smaller ones stuffed inside his wallet under your graduation photo and of course when Taehyung asked you to teach him you agreed with the biggest smile on your face.
You took it as a great opportunity to get to know him better because you’re the least close to him in the group, not because you don’t think he’s a nice guy but before this there were not many occasions to bond with him.
He has the talent for it you realise this soon and you two spend hours inside the art room together folding new pieces after you’re free, he even suggests as a beginner what’s easier to make so the kids can be encouraged rather than making them do hard ones and be disappointed by the end result.
He visits you often and brings you tea to chat about art at first but gradually you get to know more about each other’s personal lives all the while you make origamis together. You skip lunch sometimes when you get too caught up experimenting with new shapes and Jungkook notices the displeased expression on Yoongi’s face every time someone asks about you and Taehyung’s whereabouts just to hear you two are yet again holed up inside the art room laughing and chatting.
He got even grumpier than normal and lashes out without any reason, the others dismiss his behaviour as he probably had a bad day but his best friend knows something is up with him, it’s not like he lashes out on the children because he smiles at them like he used to but his quick mood changes are getting on everyone’s nerves lately. Hoseok knows that something bothers him but every time he asks about it he says it’s nothing.
Jungkook sits beside Hoseok as he goes on and on about he has no idea what’s gotten into Yoongi lately and he’s close to rolling his eyes at him, no wonder you two are siblings he thinks. Both of you are idiots.
Yoongi didn’t show up for breakfast and you’re nowhere to find as well, he knows you’re not with Taehyung because he sits at the table behind him with Jimin and Seokjin telling each other funny stories about the kids. He shows some of the origami pieces he folded and Jimin compliments him while Seokjin tries to stuck one inside his pocket so a friendly banter breaks out at their table.
”.. and he doesn’t even tell me what’s the problem. Hey, Jungkook are you listening to me at all?” Hoseok waves his hand in front of Jungkook’s face who munches on the garnish almost finished with eating while your brother’s plate is full of food because as soon as Jungkook joined him at the table, since he couldn’t find you in the crowd, started complaining about how difficult Yoongi is being as of late and it’s too early to deal with this bullshit.
”Yoongi is upset because Y/N hangs out with Taehyung too much. If you look at the signs you would have seen that he obviously likes your sister but because of that stupid rule you made neither of them is acting upon their feelings for each other.” The outburst momentarily shuts up Hoseok, his mouth hangs open like a fish out of water blinking rapidly and it’s noticeable how the wheels are turning inside his head as he processes the information.
”Yoongi likes my sister?!” The three surrounding tables turn after hearing Hoseok’s signature banshee yell and Jungkook audibly sighs at the shocked expression he’s sporting like he suddenly grew four heads and three legs. He just might because the food is weird sometimes.
You tell Areum you have to pick something up from the art room and you’ll join her a bit later to eat breakfast hiding your hands in your hoodie’s pocket as mornings tend to be on the colder side, she gives you a thumbs up as she walks towards the dining room and you wait until she gets out of sight to turn on your heel.
You visit the art room first but what you’re searching for is not there and you head back to your cabin to see if you brought it back by accident without you realising it.
You made that origami star Taehyung whined to you about. He wanted to make one but it just can’t seem to look like it should be as he showed you his attempts. It took you a few tries to succeed as well since folding the edges were quite tricky to figure out.
On your way to the dining room, you bump into someone and the star you made end up on the ground slipping out of your grip. Raising your head instantly to apologise to the person, you were not ready to face Min Yoongi out of all people, he picks up the origami and hands it back dusting it off before giving it to you.
”Thanks.”
”Uh, everything’s alright? You seem to be in a bad mood.” You’re hesitant to address the elephant in the room, you didn’t really witness his mood swings as others because you spent most of your time in the art room but seeing him now with dark circles under his eyes a grim expression on his handsome face, it speaks volumes of how true it is, and you would hate to get on his bad side because you ask a question everyone probably asked before you.
”I’m fine.” Yoongi tilts his head towards the sky and sighs, you wait for him to say something else but that’s all he does before he walks past you.
You grimace at the lack of response, sure, things were awkward nowadays but he never straight out ignored you like that, he didn’t even look at you while he answered and left just like that.
When you join Jungkook and your brother for breakfast they have a weird aura around them and you’re itching to interrupt their silent talk as they eye each other like you’re not sitting right next to both of them.
What is wrong with anyone today, huh?
”Okay we need to do something, things can’t continue like this.” Jungkook places his hands on each side of his hips as he captures everyone's attention when he climbs on top of one of the tables like he’s about to give a grand speech about something world-rocking kind of important matters.
”I agree. I can’t even say something to Yoongi that doesn’t end with him taking my head off.” Jimin and Taehyung agree immediately since they had to deal with his temper for the most part.
”And what do you suggest we do?” Hoseok puts his weight onto the broom as he speaks, after Jungkook told him that his best friend is in love with his sister everything made sense in a way.
Why he asked about you a lot like how’s school or how’ life going for you, made sure to get something for your birthday every year, he thought that he’s nice to you because you’re his little sister, after all, he told him to treat you right. He couldn’t be more wrong about it, however. They are supposed to be best friends and Hoseok didn’t even know he liked you like that.
”I think you should talk to her Hobi. She doesn’t act on her feelings because she thinks you wouldn’t like them together, maybe if you tell her it’s ok to date each other they will end our suffering. I don’t think I can manage this moody Yoongi for another day he looked like he’s about to murder me in my sleep.” Because of Jungkook’s scheme, Yoongi went extra hard on Taehyung and the poor soul didn’t have a clue why he’s suddenly replaced as Yoongi’s personal punching bag.
Hoseok makes sure to visit your cabin after they are done cleaning and it would be an understatement to say he feels a little nervous. It’s weird that he’s here to tell you to go after his best friend as it is.
He already had a talk with Yoong in their cabin before he came here and his friend seemed terrified when Hoseok told him he knows that he’s in love with his sister.
All the colour drained from his face and he actually took pity on him that it feels him with so much dread that his best friend knows he likes a girl, even if it’s his sister he’s happy that he found someone he likes.
Hoseok tells him that nothing is going on between you and Taehyung so he should stop torturing him, Jungkook just tried to make him jealous by saying that, it felt nice for both of them to talk openly about everything.
Yoongi told him about the party when he almost kissed her or when they would stay up all night talking to each other about everything and nothing, he shares his genuine feelings and admits that for a while he didn’t know what he felt for her but he wants to be with her.
You had similar reactions like his friend, at first you tried to deny the fact but later when Hoseok reveals everything and speak about Jungkook’s plan, you gave up to lie and instead tell him you liked him for three years and you tried to move on but you couldn’t that’s why none of your previous relationships seemed to work out.
Your brother feels stupid for not seeing the signs, maybe Jungkook was right and he’s really an idiot.
It’s awkward knowing that he feels the same way about you you’re not gonna lie, it feels like a dream but at the same time, you’re afraid one day you’ll wake up and realise all of this was just a fragment of your imagination.
Hoseok’s support was a pleasant surprise and even though you want to strangle your best friend with your bare hands for meddling with your business and literally shouting out to the world you love Min Yoongi to the moon and back moments ago to have everyone witness your face flame up you decide against all expectations and you give him a bone-crushing hug because without him all of this wouldn’t have happened. All that matters is that he likes you back.
”How did you know?” You curiously ask and Jungkook feigns he’s thinking about the answer whilst pinching your cheek, that smirk he wears when he’s about to say something stupid makes you reconsider. You shouldn’t have asked.
”I mean I discovered it recently so you were quite good at hiding it because normally I always sniff out your secrets right off the bat but as soon as I focused on your reactions it was easy to tell.” He points at Yoongi standing a few feet away next to Hoseok and he suddenly burst out laughing.
”I saw you running into a fucking tree when you saw Yoongi wet because Hoseok threw him into the lake.” You clasp your hand over his runny mouth before he can embarrass you further, you were not ready to see Yoongi blush so cutely at the comment while Hoseok doubled over because he laughed so hard seeing your face after Jungkook said that.
You denied it in a high pitched squeal. ”That fucking tree wasn’t there that’s why!” Everyone seemed to find your excuse hilarious as they laughed continuously at your attempts of saving your last piece of dignity but even Yoongi chuckled couldn’t contain his biggest smile to take over his features as he thinks you look so cute when you’re embarrassed, and you like him back.
”Can we see a kiss at least if we had to put up with grumpy Yoongi for an entire week, I really started to fear for my life, you know?” Jimin chimed in, it was endearing to see Yoongi turn bashful in front of you.
”Now that it was brought up Jeon Jungkook I can’t believe you used me like that! I had no idea why you suggested that I try to learn making origamis from Y/N. Our friendship is over!” Taehyung points at your best friend accusingly and he only scratches the back of his neck.
”I did it for a good cause…wait Tae where are you going? Look I’m sorry…” Jungkook chases after the former boy trying to hug him from behind but Taehyung doesn’t reciprocate it and your friend starts whining at that telling him that he’s so sorry while Jimin and the others unoccupied at the moment resumes their staring at the both of you to move and kiss finally.
Even Namjoon and Seokjin who were silent until now joins in and chants alongside the others to ”kiss kiss kiss kissss”
You let out a shy chuckle taking the first steps in his direction and his eyes go wide in surprise when your shoe touch. Kissing his cheek instead you tiptoe to reach his height so you can easily circle your hands around his neck and pull him down to hug you, it reminds you of the hug you shared with him before the whole trip to the summer camp started but this time it felt different.
His embrace was warm and inviting as he held you by your waist his chest vibrated against you as he laughed when your friends demanded a real kiss.
Yoongi found himself sitting beside you inside the art room as you explained how the kids can make bunny-shaped origami out of the grey coloured papers in front of them and his hand immediately found yours under the table to intertwine your fingers together once you sat down next to him.
You try to suppress a smile as you watch over the kids ensuring that they don’t cut themselves with the scissors but your body betrays you as you subconsciously lean into his frame he smells like vanilla extract and chocolate. He showed the kids how to make muffins in today’s lesson, it turned out good because Yoongi measured the ingredients while the kids only mixed and did simple tasks such as portioning out the dough or decorating the top of the treats.
Someone had two or three muffins left on their table as they worked, focused on their folding technique occasionally they stole bites making you and Yoongi giggling under your noses when you would catch chipmunk cheeks.
Yoongi helped you clean up after the lesson throwing out leftover papers and sweeping the floor before you joined the others for lunch.
Things changed in the group’s dynamics after you started dating Yoongi but overall they were happy to see both of you happy.
Even though Jungkook likes to make jokes about how you two are basically joined at the hip for days and soon after starts to complain about how you spend less time with him now that you have a boyfriend, he’s clearly happy for you. It’s a new situation for everyone and Hoseok has a hard time picturing you with his best friend but seeing you so happy with him he supports your relationship wholeheartedly.
After you’re done with the activities for the day you and Yoongi retreat into his cabin as everyone else stays at the campfire. They see the two of you slip away hand in hand, howbeit no one dares to comment on it but you see Jungkook having an inner battle to stop himself from yelling out ’use protection’ luckily Taehyung stuffs his mouth with a handful of chio chips before that could happen.
Your boyfriend pulls you closer by tugging on your intertwined hands caging you between his arms and the door, kissing the corner of your mouth he moves downwards to kiss over your jawline and neck, smiles into the juncture of your neck when you chase after his lips as he pecks your cupid’s bow next, impatient to feel his lips against yours you pull at a fistful of his hair guiding his mouth to capture his lip between your teeth. Yoongi grunts into the kiss tasting your sweet mouth never cease his hunger for you, only leaves him wanting more and more.
”I can’t believe you’re mine.” He seals his words over your feverish skin with in between kisses, marking up your neck, nibbling and kissing every inch until your breath becomes laboured under his sweet attacks.
You weave your fingers into his hair whilst a soft mewl leaves your parted lips as his knee parts your legs to brush against your centre.
He presses his thighs further into your throbbing pussy swallowing the noises you make getting lost in your body heat. He wants to take his time with you licking every corner and dip until you shake and pant his name.
”Wait. What about my brother?” You jump a little when you feel his hand on your ribs travelling up until he cups your breast over the shirt you’re wearing. Kneading your flesh over the fabric your body relaxes into his touch it’s enough to leave you breathless seeing his expression so earnest to please you, pupils dilated as he looks at you under his hooded lids it’s hard to control his urges when you look good enough to eat.
”He stays over at Namjoon’s don’t worry about him.” Yoongi catches your earlobe with his mouth biting down on your shell playfully, the sensation makes you heave a gasp, the words barely registering in your brain.
”Off. I want this off.” Feeling especially bold today you sneak your hands under his shirt caressing his sides with your fingertips, pecking his collarbone that peaks through the collar of his clothing. A whine resonates within your throat when your boyfriend steps back to pull his shirt over his head revealing his stomach and shoulders for your hungry eyes to feast upon disliking the cold air that fills the space once his body is not there to keep you warm, you pull him close diving in to connect your lips in a heated kiss tongue licking into his mouth.
His hands wander under your clothes this time mapping out your smooth skin following the lines of your sides to find the opening on your bra, once he gets the clasp open he traces your spine with his index finger grabbing your ass with both hands as his wandering hands reach south. Your moan gets lost inside his busy mouth that explores your hot cavern at the same time his hands cup you over the fabric of your leggings. It doesn’t give your throbbing pussy justice when he decides to rub your clit and drag his fingers over the dampening material.
”Let’s move things to the bedroom shall we?” The innocent peck he places onto your cheek makes your heart flutter, excitement and love mix inside your veins sweetening your blood as your pulse quickens under his adoring gaze. You nod kissing him again before you let him guide you to his door, not separating from your sensually moving lips as he blindly closes it behind your entangled forms.
He removes your pants and shirt in one go, letting the garments form a pile on the floor promising your sweet release with each removed clothing until the only remaining barrier that keeps your naked glory from his piercing gaze is slipped down your shaved legs, he feels how soaked the material of your cotton underwear had become after so little foreplay and he finds himself insanely turned on by the discovery.
Yoongi eagerly encloses his mouth over your erect bud eliciting airy moans when he alternates between sucks and licks on your sensitive mound paying equal attention to both sides as he massages the neglected one with firm hands whilst he blows air to the saliva coated nipples and watch your expression morph into torturous pleasure but he’s not satisfied with your shy suppressed noises.
Your slick oozes out of your empty opening running down your thighs and stain the bedsheet your clit aches to be touched and your hole clenches around nothing as your lover keeps his head between your boobs kissing and licking your skin there until your nipples get too sensitive to his touch, red and swollen when he rolls it between his fingers. His leg parts your thighs keeping them wide open so you can’t get any stimulation until he decides to move lower.
Seeing how you shake under his body parted lips keep asking him to give you more, he doesn’t have the heart to deny you any longer as he starts to rub your thighs keeping your legs open for him to bury his face between your beautiful cunt swollen and needy for his touch he lets his tongue dip between your folds tasting you first before gently sucking on your clit.
He hears you call his name perfectly in tune with his tongue’s strokes as he intends to eat you up. Your essence covers his chin as he licks your hole clean lapping up everything your precious body can produce for him dipping inside the tip of his tongue your muscles tense up ready to get filled with something bigger and Yoongi’s cock twitches inside the confine of his underwear.
He doesn’t need to remove his undergarments to know his tip is red and slick with his precum desperate to fill your empty hole up but before that, he coats two of his fingers in your wetness and pushes them inside parting your walls gently to ease you into the feeling preparing you to take his cock.
Your hips buck into his hand as he curls his long fingers inside your velvety walls feeling your muscles constrict around his digits he moans with his head thrown back as he imagines his dick getting the same treatment later, your musky scent and visual laying beneath him taking what he gives you drives him crazy with need.
Perking up at the sound you open your eyes blinking to get the blurriness fade dreamy half-lidded eyes watch as his fingers fill you up and you almost close them again because of the pure ecstasy his expert hands give to your overwhelmed body.
You see the painful tent that formed inside his briefs before the numbing pleasure could consume you yet again and there’s a wet spot in the middle that lets you know he gets off on seeing you enjoy yourself. His hips unknowingly to him ruts against the sheets to get some kind of friction realising that he focused solely on your pleasure and put it aside to chase his, he’s so different from the partners you previously slept with and the sudden urge to please him overtakes your selfish side to just receive and receive.
You palm him over the wet spot following the outline of his hard dick to give him some well-deserved relief and he immediately grinds into your palm letting out breathy groans and low moans, you don’t mind at all when he gets lost in your touch instead and momentarily forgets about his goal to get you prepped nicely for his cock. The fingers he has inside you stills and your head clear out a little, you’re able to focus on his face learning what he likes as you study his reactions to your movements, you know his moans will probably become your favourite sounds.
You take advantage of his current state to switch positions, letting his fingers slip out of you as you get rid of his underwear grabbing his thighs to lower yourself while he sits down at the edge of the bed.
Taking his tip into your mouth to taste his precum you feel Yoongi’s nails digging into your scalp as you swallow around him trying to get him into your mouth as much as your poor jaw can handle. Holding the base of his cock to guide him back into your wet cavern you set a slow pace, stroking what you can’t fit.
”You look so good sucking my dick baby.” You learned that he tends to be on the quiet side even in the bedroom, his reactions however are good indicators of how you’re able to affect him with every swirl of your tongue. Letting him use the hand tangled in your hair to set the rhythm of your movements your vision blurs as tears swell in your eyes due to the quickened pace and force he starts to fuck your mouth but he pulls out before he could get too close to cumming.
”I need to have you know. Lie down on the bed with your legs spread wide for me.” You follow his instructions showing him your drenched swollen pussy as he climbs on the bed after you, admiring the way he ruined your cunt before he reaches for a condom retrieving the item from inside his drawer.
He touches himself in front of you watching you squirm under his gaze as you wait for him to roll the condom down his length, your body aches to finally be filled with something bigger.
”Yoongi. Fill me up.” You part your pussy lips for him revealing your hole clenching around nothing, beckoning him to fill you up Yoongi looks at the sinful image in front of him saving this memory of you for later when he’s alone with his hands but today he plans to have your cunt wrapped around his cock rather than his fingers.
Your drenched walls suck him in as he enters you, hips lowering in slow motion to bury his entire length inside, nice and steady, gripping his shoulders for support you moan into the sloppy kiss feeling so full.
You hear his guttural moan loud and clear just as his breath hits the shell of your ear and your walls squeeze around him, wet squelching sounds ring beside your mixed love language thriving off the sounds he grunts directly into your ear encouraging you to meet his movements in the middle.
It feels like you stand in front of the gates of heaven when Yoongi increases his pace thrusting in and out, not being able to stop as he feels his balls tighten with the need to cum he parts your legs even more as he watches his dick emerge from the pussy he owns now coated in your juices taking his hard length and moan out every time his tip curves to touch your sweet spot with each delivered stroke.
You cum first around his dick, he helps you ride out your pleasure only pulling out when you whine from oversensitivity and he rolls the condom off to finish as well, watching your spent pussy glistening with your cum he uses the sight in front of him to get off, he collects your slick to lubricate his shaft as he starts to jerk himself off faster.
Once your breathing evens out and you see the concentration on Yoongi’s face while he lucidly moves his hands up and down his throbbing cock with the desperate need to cum you touch his hips drawing soothing circles onto his sweaty skin taking him back into your mouth to help him reach his high.
He comes in your mouth with a soft cry throwing his head back as you keep sucking him licking his sensitive tip until he pulls your head off with a shaky hand stroking your cheeks with his thumb.
”So friends and family, let me introduce you to my boyfriend Yoongi. You might have already met him before.” You joke in front of your relatives of all ages and you see in the corner of your eyes how Hoseok rolls his eyes.
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The Demogorgon Is Billy’s Dark Reflection
At first glance, the Demogorgon seems irrelevant to the question of whether or not Billy’s coming back. But as I aim to prove, it has everything to do with it.
Stranger Things deals heavily in the theme of reflections and opposites. Characters are designed to mirror each other, embody the opposite of each other, and sometimes both at once. Hell, the Upside Down is presented as a reflection of the real world. Literally.
(Damn. They ain’t subtle.)
By the term “dark reflection,” I mean a relationship like that between the Upside Down and the real world. The two are almost exact copies; the Upside Down has all the same landmarks, down to Will’s fort in the woods. But the Upside Down has been corrupted by the Mind Flayer, its inhabitants turned into unthinking monsters.
It’s like us. But it’s everything we hate about ourselves, everything we’re afraid of becoming.
When we probe relationships between characters, we find that pattern replicated across the board. I don’t have room to explore it in full here. However, Billy and the Demogorgon are one of the most obvious examples.
With the exception of El, the main character of the show, no one else has been compared to the Demogorgon like Billy has.
>>Billy fills the “monster” role in S3 that the Demogorgon filled in S1.
In S1, the Demogorgon stalks the inhabitants of Hawkins, kidnapping and killing them. In S2, we find out Demogorgons do not act alone, but are the puppets of a greater monster: the Mind Flayer.
In S3, the Mind Flayer possesses Billy, turning him into His puppet. Billy then stalks the inhabitants of Hawkins, kidnapping and taking them to his master, which ultimately results in their deaths.
In S3, the Demogorgon wears a human face.
>>Like the Demogorgon, Billy is the puppet of a greater monster... even before he’s possessed.
Max tells us as much in Runaway Max when she’s watching Billy beat the life out of Steve:
I remembered how it had felt the first time I’d watched the Hargroves in action. Neil standing over Billy with the belt in his hand. Neil calling me a stupid little girl for having the guts to try to stop him. Making it so clear that he thought I was small and weak and pointless. And knowing Neil believed that still wasn’t as bad as the way Billy had hated me for trying to help him. He was damaged. Broken, maybe. And even if he’d been coherent enough to argue with, it wouldn’t make a difference. I understood now that Neil was in his head, and that meant he was just as dangerous as his father. (p 218)
This implies not only that Billy is the Demogorgon, but also that Neil is the Mind Flayer. The ramifications of that idea are... oof. Just oof.
Remember the definition of “dark reflection” that I gave you. A dark reflection is something that’s like us, but represents what we hate or fear most about ourselves.
The Demogorgon is Billy’s dark reflection because it represents his fear of losing his humanity to an abuser.
>>Runaway Max draws on the grossest scene in S2 to give us a Billy/Demogorgon parallel.
In S2, Dustin finds a baby Demogorgon and names it D’Artagnan. At first Dart seems harmless. Then he molts and, in a scene I hate to watch, eats Dustin’s cat.
Keep in mind that Dustin’s cat is orange.
In Runaway Max, Billy seems harmless at first. Then, in a flashback to California, we’re told of the day Billy “molts.”
One afternoon, he’s hanging out with Max and his buddies Wayne and Sid on the scrubby hill behind the Hargrove house. He’s bored and pissed at Sid for besting him on a history paper. Pulling out his lighter, he starts playing with it.
We learn there’s a corpse of a cat nearby:
There was a dead cat that had been lying under one of the sweet pea bushes for a while. A mangy orange tom with one white foot. (p 63)
Billy stalks over to it with his lighter. In a “hard, bright” voice, he talks about giving the cat a “Viking funeral.” Then, over Max and Sid’s protests, he drenches the corpse in butane and lights it on fire. The flames race down the hill, and the others have to stomp them out before they spiral out of control.
Max notes Billy’s reaction:
Billy just watched, standing over the burning cat, smiling that small, tight smile he got when something seemed funny to him....
After that, I knew.
Not that Billy was crazy or out of control, exactly - it wasn’t like the cat had been alive. But the fact that he’d done it meant something. (p 67)
Yeah, this scene means something, alright. Symbolically, Billy - a baby Demogorgon - has just eaten a cat. And, like Dustin with Dart, Max realizes he’s a monster in the making.
>>The show’s plot and cinematography choices emphasize the Billy/Demogorgon connection.
1) El first meets them in the Void. They’re both crouching, and literally or symbolically feasting, as she approaches from the right.
2) They stalk after the kids, shoulders hunched. In the Demogorgon’s case, the kids are trapped. In Billy’s case, he thinks he’s trapping the kids, but they turn the tables on him.
3) When the Demogorgon is activated, a crack rips through the tile wall of the lab. When Billy is activated, we see cracked tiles on the wall behind him.
4) El pins them against the wall with her powers. Then she screams in their faces before she deals the “death blow.” In the climactic shot, she’s on the left, they’re on the right. Mike and/or her friends are behind her.
All of that ^ is the equivalent of the Duffers banging pots and pans. “Hey guys! Billy is like the Demogorgon! The Demogorgon is like Billy!” When I first noticed it, it told me to look for other examples of “mirroring.” Do we get any other shots that juxtapose the two?
Turns out we do. Oh my god, we do.
Study this pair of shots very, very carefully.
In the first, the Demogorgon is approaching the Byers' house. It's in the center of the frame, moving straight toward us. We see woods in the background; a lamp post is on the left side.
In the second, Billy is running away from the sauna. He's in the center of the frame, moving directly away from us. We see woods in the background; a lamp post is on the right side.
I’ve already talked about how the Upside Down is the deep sea. However, it is ALSO the woods. In fairytales, the woods are a place of mystery and monsters. Some of the most famous tales happen there, such as Little Red Riding Hood and Hansel and Gretel. (If you want to read more about this topic, here’s a Wikipedia article to get you started. Also a cool article on Medium)
With that in mind, we can describe this pair of shots as follows:
In the first, the Demogorgon is emerging from the Upside Down.
In the second, Billy is going to the Upside Down.
Interesting, right? Ah, but that’s only half of the story.
Study this pair now and tell me what you see.
Yep... they’re related.
In the second shot, Billy is swimming into the ocean. It’s the last glimpse we have of his young, happy self before the Mind Flayer kills him. He’s in the center of the frame, moving directly away from us, just like the first shot.
With that in mind, we could say...
In the first, he’s going to the Upside Down in its ‘woods’ manifestation.
In the second - OUR LAST GLIMPSE OF YOUNG BILLY BEFORE HE DIES - he’s going to the Upside Down in its ‘ocean’ manifestation.
Interesting how we've only seen him leave. Yet we have this iconic image of the Demogorgon, his “dark reflection,” emerging from the Upside Down and coming to us.
I have a spooky vibe, y'all, that we're missing a final shot.
And we're going to see Billy...
coming to us...
from the water.
I have so much more to unpack here, but this post has gone on long enough! In future posts, I’ll lay out more evidence suggesting Billy will return from the water. I’ll also explore the mythological implications. They’re mind-blowing :3
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P.S. I mentioned El has a unique relationship to the Demogorgon too. I’ll try to explain that eventually~~
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Hi!! I have been following your work and I know you are into omegaverse... Would It be possible to request an omegaverse with an oikawa or ushijima alpha's in which one of their fans make his omega believe that he has marked her too? So the Omega has her heart crushed and confronts them about It in anger but It the end he manages to find up what happened therefore making up with the omega in a smut way? Only if u feel confy with it please! And inspired! Manu many thanks un advance if u take it!
Warning: Smut, mirror sex, choking, little bit of angst
yoyoyoyo I just wanna say I LOVE this request!!
Anywho~
I decided to go with flat ass Oikawa
BASICALLY it was inevitable that his fan club would come to hate you when they first found out you two had a thing going on
You knew this
He knew this
So you both took it in stride when you received glares from jealous omegas whenever they saw you two together or when they smelled his scent all over you
But the real issues started arising the day Oikawa claimed you
It was one thing when he was just marking you through his scent, it wasn’t the first time he had had a girlfriend after all
So everyone naturally thought that you’d both eventually break up
but when they spotted a bond mark peeking out from under your collar
that was it
you had basically taken Oikawa off the market
Forever
So now those omegas REALLY couldn’t stand you
And there was a certain friend group that really just wanted to hurt you and make you regret letting Oikawa claim you
One of the omegas had left you a letter, asking to speak with you after school on the roof
And so you went
But the minute you stepped onto the roof and spotted the girl you immediately regretted it since you knew she practically lead Oikawa’s fan club and as a result despised you the most
But before you could leave she had spotted you and got right to the point
“Do you think you’re special?” “... W-what?” “Do you think you’re special because Oikawa-kun claimed you?” “I d-don’t—“ “Because you’re not— see-“
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion when she pulled down the collar of her uniform to reveal a bond mark, but what she said next had you stomach dropping to the pit of your stomach
”Oikawa claimed me too, so you’re not as special as you think”
You were immediately filled with shock, horror, and betrayal
She had to be lying but at the same time your judgement was too clouded by this sudden claim to think clearly
And if she was telling the truth, then that had meant Oikawa would probably leave you too, not caring that you’d be forever marked by him
You attempted to argue with her, but she completely shut you down and in a flurry of emotions, completely blinded by this supposed betrayal, you searched for him
You found him in the gym as his practice was about to start
Your distressed scent hit him before he actually saw you, immediately being filled with worry, especially when his eyes landed on you and he saw how angry and upset you were and on the verge of crying
You completely blew up at him right then and there in front of his whole team
You claimed that he was an asshole for not telling you about that other omega he claimed, especially since he had claimed you
Overall you had left him vv confused and his teammates shocked, wondering if this revelation was true or not— and if it was, the third years were already planning on how they’d get away with murdering Oikawa for hurting you like that
But once you finally mentioned this omega’s name everything suddenly clicked together and he understood what had happened
And quite honestly he was pretty insulted that you ever believed something like that
You must’ve not thought much of him as an alpha if you believed he’d claim another omega, leave them, and not tell you about it
Not to mention the insinuation that he would’ve done the same thing to you
Oh— and not to mention the little fact you practically humiliated him in front of his team
When his eyes darkened you immediately shut up
And with that simple look, you realized how wrong you were
So now, Oikawa would have to prove himself as an Alpha
And that meant a very long and drawn out punishment for you~
“Keep your eyes open, Omega,” Oikawa growled against your ear, hand tightening around your throat.
You wrenched your eyelids open, immediately coming face to face with yours and Oikawa’s reflection in the mirror in front of you.
You were a mess, your back to his chest as your sweaty figure trembled in his arms while he thrust up into you. The sight of his cock disappearing in your cunt upon every thrust, left you dizzy and lightheaded.
But he had a point to make, and if he had to show you in the most literal way that you were his only omega, then he would.
The hand on your throat slid up to grasp your jaw and tilt your head to the side, placing your bond mark on full display.
”Are you embarrassed by the little show you put on this afternoon?” Oikawa taunted, voice taking on a more airy tone, “Hm Omega? Or did you like making your Alpha look bad in front of his teammates?”
”N-no Alpha— m’ s-sorry,” you managed to choke out with a sob, nearing the verge of incoherency.
He hummed, continuing his slow and torturous pace as he watched your reflection. Your hooded eyelids trying to resist falling closed, his eyes lingered on your heaving chest and he relished in the sounds of your whimpering cries. The pretty sight was topped off by the sight of his mark left on your neck, making a wave of possession wash through him as he tightened his grip on you.
It made him question how you could possibly think he’d waste his time by having marked another omega. No other omega could compare to the one in his arms.
He sped up his thrusts, forcing more high pitched cries from your lips and a low groan to emit from his throat.
“Y’know... ‘m insulted ‘Mega,” Oikawa panted out, the soft, velety walls of your cunt driving him insane, “That you think... I’d waste my time with any omega that walked my way.”
Your heart pounded in your chest as you still fought the urge to shut your eyes, and the dark look you found lingering behind Oikawa’s eyes made you nervous— but it was hard to feel stupid over the misunderstanding like you had been earlier when your mind was completely consumed by a hazy lust.
But you knew it was wrong to question Oikawa like you had.
”’M sorry,” you tried again in a broken sob, “I didn’t m-mean it—“
”Quiet,” he snapped, his eyes glued to your still healing bond mark— he knew what he needed to do to drive the fact that you were his one and only. His voice dropped to a rumble, “...Put more trust in your Alpha, Omega.”
With that he had sunk his teeth into the still healing wound, ripping a loud cry from your throat.
But he knew once it scarred over, you’d never question his loyalties again.
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you keep my head from going under
chenford | drabble | post-4x01 | title: bruises // lewis capaldi
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Intellectually, Tim Bradford knew this made sense.
Jackson's death hit everyone hard, but Lucy took the punch. She was his best friend, his roommate, his confidante; a fellow rookie. More than once had Tim heard her jokingly refer to Jackson as her 'little brother', though her sweet tone said otherwise. It wasn't a joke. Lucy and Jackson were family and she just lost her brother.
So, yeah. It didn't take a genius to figure out Lucy needed someone to grieve with, that would understand, that would give her space and closeness and everything in between. Intellectually, Tim deduced he was the right fit for that. Nyla and her weren't super close, Angela was busy with the baby, the weird history with Nolan kept him out of the equation, too. (Tim didn't even begin to question or plow through that one — for his sanity, it was best he never found out.)
Emotionally, however, it was a whole other ball game. Because Lucy wasn't just his friend, or previous rookie, or fellow police officer. She was Lucy. Tim preferred to not linger on the multitudes she contained, but in vulnerable times like these, it was hard not to.
The perfume, a blend of cardemom and roses and citrus, tickling his nose when they hugged. The chime of her laugh every time he sold a joke. Drifting gaze on her pouted lips as she calculated a situation or problem, as though he shouldn't be focusing on the same thing. Her soothing voice, her bravery, her enviable resilience, her strength and smarts and style. Her, her, her. An intoxicating dosis of her as she slept over multiple times a week on the couch, mere feet away from his lonely bedroom.
Safe to say it drove him wild.
He had to remind himself he was a goddamn thirty-six year old man that has fought wars and faced Death every day on the job. He literally underwent an illegal mission to Guatemala to save Angela. But he couldn't keep his cool because the woman he liked slept in the other room? The fuck?
Then again... 'like' might be an understatement. Tim would be a fool if he didn't recognise his feelings for Lucy had grown past a simple infatuation, or prolonged adrenaline rush. Tim loved her.
Which was why he always waited in bed until he heard her alarm softly ring in the other room a bit past seven, listening how she stumbled from the couch to the bathroom, allowing him the limited time to tidy his (her?) couch and prepare breakfast. When she found out the first time, she objected, but his cool exterior and snark quickly shot that discussion down.
Which was why he bought her coffee and lunch more often during their breaks. His stomach twisted inside out with stupid pubescent glee each time her face lit up at the sight of a perfect burger with extra pickle, ordered without having to ask.
Which was why he didn't intercept whenever dudes started asking her out again, though the sympathetic looks of Nyla and Nolan nauseated him plenty. He felt a quiet sense of satisfaction with each rejected man.
Now, Tim didn't toss and turn at the seven fifteen alarm. He waited, he listened to her disappear into the bathroom, he got up and got moving, put on the radio (a music station, since she liked that) and cracked open eggs above a simmering pan. It felt natural. Especially when Lucy emerged in her street clothes and slipped around him to the coffee maker, as if this was a regular morning for them.
Maybe it was.
Pouring her cup, Lucy moved past him to the breakfast bar when he stopped her at the last moment, impulsive.
Her brows raised. "What?"
Before all the bullshit, Isabelle and him had been an easy match. They were made of the same cloth: pragmatic, straightforward, efficient. Though Tim did truly love her, he held different emotions for her than now for Lucy. This felt... insurmountable. Indescribable. His mouth opened and closed, yet nothing in the English language could explain what he experienced each second of the day when he was with her and when he wasn't with her. He felt himself going mad. Tim was in love with Lucy.
Figuring their staring match had gone on too long, he dropped her elbow and crossed his arms instead. "I love you."
Lucy blinked. "W-what?"
Tim caught what he said a beat too late. What the fuck. "Yeah."
"Um... okay." She set her cup down and nervously clutched onto her necklace. Tim felt himself being ripped in all directions by monstrous tides, not being in control rather uncharted territory. "Can- can we talk about this after... work? Please?"
Tim grimaced. "And sit it in the shop together all day? That'll be worse than your last day as boot."
"Well," she sputtered, decidedly taking a step back. "I'm sorry, but you kind of sprung this on me, so..."
"I know," he rushed. "I know that. But you can't deny something is..." God, he hated this. He hasn't done this in years. Mustering the courage, he continued with, "there. You're a good cop, Lucy, you know it, too."
She groaned, exasperated. "Please don't make this about our job."
"I'm out of my depth here, Lucy!" he exclaimed. Frustration rose. "Just- let's finish the conversation now. I can't do it later."
"Can't or won't?"
"Lucy."
Her face steeled in a way he hadn't seen before. Her lips set in a thin line, jaw taut, yet her eyes shimmered with unbridled emotion that only she possessed of. He thought back of the infamous wedding, prior to the abduction, of how beautiful she looked, of her red lips stretched in a teasing smile. He remembered just how great that moment felt, that if he could, he'd prolong it.
"Tim..." she whispered. Her saddened tone held no hint of silver lining, his shoulders dropping with defeat. "We've lost... I can't lose more people that I love."
He latched onto her hands in a snap. Suddenly, the words came to him. "You won't though. You won't lose me."
Lucy shook her head, unshed tears welling, though didn't let go. "You can't promise that. Jackson didn't think he'd die so soon either."
"But is that really the thing that should hold us back? Life is unpredictable. Tomorrow, it could all be over for us."
"Tim."
He smiled. "Lucy."
And then she hugged him. Her arms tightly wrapped around him and he reflexively followed, cradling the back of her head and holding her close. Whatever happened after this, he'd take it; for now, his heart beat in sync with hers and a swooning sense of adoration filled his chest.
"I love you," she whispered in his shirt.
Oh, man. Nothing beat her uttering those sweet words to him. His nose pressed in the crown of her head and let the smile stretch to a beam. "You're never gonna lose me, Chen."
Her chin ticked up and that was all he needed.
A kiss before his morning coffee felt like a good place to start.
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Hey if you are taking requests could you please write something where Harry leaves Y/N for someone whom he thinks is better than her and is a major tool while leaving Y/N and then soon realizes that he only loves Y/N and goes to get her back but she isn't convinced easily! But please let it be a happy ending!!
>>My first request! Excuse me while I go die from how excited I’ve been over this. Also, got way too into this and got a bit carried away... and the ending well.. I debated it for too long.
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warnings: Language // Mentions of depression, anxiety // Unhealthy amount of ice cream consumption // Harry is a dick // angsty // mentions of smut but nothing fancy
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You laid in bed alone for what felt like the millionth time in the last few months. The spot besides you that was usually filled with your loving boyfriend was now empty and as cold as the northern winters. You tried to ignore that nagging deep pit of dread in your stomach when you turned on your side to face the wall.
You knew something wasn’t right but you didn’t want to admit it to yourself. Just a little bit longer of being in denial before you had to face up to the facts.
Harry was out running around on you.
Your eyes filled with unfallen tears as your fingers dug into the soft plush of your pillow. You tried your best to hold it in, to not let your thoughts get the best of you. You tried to rationalize everything he’d done lately that had seemed weird or off. The late nights, the way he guarded his phone like it was his most prized possession. You could rationalize some of it but not all of it, that sinking feeling in your chest only worsened as the minutes on the clock ticked by.
You started to wonder how someone could throw away a five year relationship so easily. How he could possibly come home and look you in the eyes after spending time doing god-knows-what, with a straight face? The feelings of hurt slowly started to wash away into anger as the sun blared its way through the lace curtains you’d bought specifically because Harry liked them.
Fuck those goddamn curtains, you thought as you flung yourself out of your warm and comfortable bed. The tears you had been refusing to cry finally fell in rivers as you ripped the delicate and expensive lace down from the window. Your body shook with a flood of emotions you couldn’t begin to describe as you stared at what you’d done.
You felt like those curtains- torn to shreds, laying like a rag on the floor like yesterday's garbage.
And you used to be so happy.
You dried your eyes with the back of your hand. Fuck this, you were worth more than this. More than sitting around waiting on some man to come home after getting his dick wet somewhere else.
His bags with all his stupid expensive clothes by the front door while you lounged in your nicest outfit, drinking your glass of wine at 6 in the morning. You thought maybe you had gone a bit overboard on being petty but in all honesty, he should just be happy his Gucci didn’t end up on the front lawn. You had some class still reserved.
When the front door finally creaked open at 7:20 your heart felt like it could drop. The back of your tongue was thick and hairy with nerves and venomous words you wanted to spew. The look of surprise on his face satisfied that demon of pure rage in your mind. Of couse, he would think that you’d just be off to work again, that you’d ignore this, again.
No words were spoken as he fully entered into what was once, a very happy home. His green eyes fell on you sipping on your drink, your legs kicked up on the stool in front of you as you relaxed into the chair. Determined to not let him see the fact you were nothing but a mess, ready to break at any moment.
“Wot’s this then?” He asked even though you both knew he didn’t need to.
He knew damn well what this was. He had wanted to break up for months, maybe even longer. Things had changed or maybe it was just him that changed. One thing he did know for sure was that you weren’t Camille. You’d never be her and well… That was the problem.
Ever since the two had been forced to work together again, Harry had realized that spark for her was still there and the girl was everything you weren’t. Sophisticated, educated, gorgeous down to her bones. Sure, you were pretty but you weren’t the famous type of pretty. No, you were just a boring kindergarten teacher who he happened to cross paths with one day.
“Figured you were smart enough to work that one out for yourself.” Your sharp words were a total contrast to your demeanor. You shrugged, your eyes not bothering to look at him when he gave a short, sarcastic, laugh.
“Yeh gonna pay fo’ this place by yehself?” His arrogant voice rang through the home you now hated with a burning passion. Your glass clinked against the glass of the side table when you sat it down. Your body finally turned just enough to him to see whatever was lurking behind his eyes was anything but remorse.
“Nope. Going to move out once I find a new place. Until then, you can stay wherever you want, not my concern.”
“This is my house, Y/N.” He argued. His patience with you running thin as you stood from your spot. The heat and rage that built in your chest finally came to a breaking point.
“The person who cheats gets to couch surf, you fucking asshole.” You seethed, the anger, pain, and hurt couldn’t stay bottled in any longer even if you tried. Your face burned as you looked at him, your body shaking as you clenched your fist.
“Yeh don’t know shit.” He scoffed not caring one bit that you were seconds away from breaking.
“Oh really? Where were you last night?” You asked, hands on your hips, knowing whatever was about to come out of his mouth was about to be nothing but bullshit.
“With Jeff.”
“Alexa, Call Jeff.” You called out loud enough for the smart device to hear. The color from Harry’s face drained as his and your friends' groggy morning voice came over the speaker.
“Was Harry with you last night?” You asked as you stared directly into Harry’s eyes. Tears clouded your vision as he looked back at you.
“What? No?” Jeff said through his barely awaken state.
“Get the fuck out.” You barked at Harry. Storming towards the door to open it for him.
“Fuck you, Y/N. Jesus, you’re so fuckin' dramatic.” He rolled his eyes as his hands picked up the bags that laid on the floor in front of him. “Yeh got so many damn problems I can’t wait to get away from yeh. Every week it’s somethin’ else. My anxiety this, my depression that. How do expect anyone to be happy around you when you suck the fuckin’ will to live out of everyone?”
“Screw you.” You said through clenched teeth. Your eyes burned from how hard you were crying. You couldn’t believe he had used all those things you confided in him about against you.
“Yeah, yeah. Fuck me, I get it. At least I’ll be happy with someone else.” He shook his head at you before he walked out the door. The slam of the wood hitting the frame vibrated the walls, the ceiling, your chest.
“I’ll be there in 5 minutes.”You heard over your sobbing but you couldn’t calm down enough to stop. Your arms wrapped around yourself in a hug as you nodded your head, knowing he couldn’t see it but it was the only type of communication you could do right now. Your heart felt like it was literally ripped from your chest.
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The words Harry said ran through your mind more than you’d ever like to admit. Late at night as you laid in bed staring up at the ceiling of your new apartment you wondered if it was true. If you did force people away from you with all your problems. If you chased him away from you.
You couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every time you were alone or had a moment of peace it was the first thing that popped into your head.
Maybe you were the problem all along. It made sense, you were the common denominator in all your relationships that ended terrible. All your relationships ended terrible and now you realized, it was because of you.
“That’s not true.” Jeff said softly from the other side of the cafe table. His hand reached out to take yours. His thumb running over the back of it as you tried your best to not break down in public.
“Feels like it.” You mumbled. The fork in your other hand pushed the food on your plate around.
“It’s not true. You have so many friends and we all love you. Harry was a dick.” His irritated voice brought a slight smile to the edge of your lips. Jeff had somehow become your life line in the last few weeks.
He had brought you groceries, sat with you when you cried into a tub of ice cream, held your hair back when you tried to drink your feelings away with cheap liquor. He had been an amazing friend, not that he wasn’t one before but now that you two had more time one-on-one, you realized how sweet he could be and how great he was at cheering you up.
“Want me to kick him?” He asked, his big toothy smile across his face when you finally let out a laugh, one he hadn’t heard in what felt like forever.
Whatever small sense of normalcy you were feeling again was short-lived. The bell on the door sent you crashing back down to reality when you saw the head of brown curls enter into the building. A pretty blonde on his arm, smiling brightly up to him like he had just told the world's best joke.
“Fuck.” Jeff said under his breath. The hand connected to yours quickly pulled you up from your seat. His arm around your shoulders, trying to block you from their sight as he guided you towards the door.
“Thanks for taking the trash out, Jeff.” She said in the sickeningly sweet voice. A gloating smile across her face when she looked at you.
Your already low self esteem dropped to deeps you couldn’t imagine when your puffy red eyes met Harry’s. For a second, he looked remorseful for what she said. A look of shock briefly fluttered on his face before turning to stone. Not like it surprised you, what he had said had been so much worse.
Jeff shook his head, glaring at Harry before he pulled you fully outside the building. The cool air licked across the wet streaks on your cheek that you hadn’t even realized was there. You sighed, head against Jeff’s chest as he walked you both back to your place.
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Harry laid in bed that night. The image of your defeated face couldn't leave his mind. Your puffy red eyes like you'd been crying for days filled his wandering thoughts.
He couldn't understand why he couldn't get you out of his mind. He swore he wanted this. The urge to leave the relationship built in him for so long and now he laid next to the only person he swore he loved.
So why did he feel so empty?
Memories of you sitting on the couch beside him, reading to him out loud as you stroked your fingers through his hair flooded his mind. The way you'd look down at him with that crooked smile whenever he said something cheeky about the characters in the novel.
He sighed, his hands ran over his face in the darkened room. He couldn't stop, more like, his mind couldn't stop.
The way you hugged him tighter than anyone else he'd ever known.
The way you'd tell him all about the kids in your class and how much they loved him or his music.
Your cooking, God, he even missed the nights when you'd fuck you dinner and you two would end up ordering pizza. He even missed your sad attempt at biscuits that you tried, and failed, to make every month.
He missed your caring nature. How you'd never call anyone rubbish, even if you hated them, even if they'd wronged you in some way.
He turned in his spot in the bed. His eyes focused on the pretty blonde beside him. Her eyes fluttered open at the movement, a smile on her face when she saw him looking at her.
"Love you." She mumbled, her head nuzzled into his chest that felt like it was being ripped out.
The memory of you saying those words for the first time to him popped in his mind. The way your smile lit up the room when he said it back. Your soft lips against his, kissing him with a hunger and passion he'd never felt before. His hips rocking soft waves into yours as he mumbled to words over and over again close to your ear while your climax hit you.
His heart sank. The feeling of regret was an overwhelming black hole in the bottom of his stomach. The eyes that weren't yours blinked back at him.
"I can't do this." He said as he pushed her away. His body rolled out of the bed in an instant, quickly grabbing for his clothes to leave her house as soon as possible.
"You can't be serious." She scoffed, that soft sweet facade she had started to crack under her aggravation.
"I don't love you." He stated as plainly as he could. He thought he loved her, swore he did, but whatever he was feeling towards her wasn't anything more than last.
You were the one by his side through thick and thin. He was just too much of a dumb-ass to notice it before.
"She's not going to take you back." Camille shot back at him as she scooped up the blankets in her hands to cover herself as he started for her front door. "You're going to regret this, Harry."
He sighed, his hand ran through his hair, tongue wetting his lips as his hand rested on the door knob. He shook his head before opening the door without a word back to her.
The only thing he would regret was letting you go.
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The pounding at your door startled you out of your sugar induced ice cream coma. The empty tub fell to the ground with a loud thud and tinkling of the metal spoon skipping across the linoleum floors. The only sound other than the obnoxious loud bangs was coming from your television, the blue light engulfed the small room all around you.
"Summer, Sid stabbed Nancy... Seven times with a kitchen knife. I mean, we've had some disagreements but I hardly think I'm Sid Vicious." Joseph Gordon-Levitt's pleas for Zooey Deschanel to not end things with him echoed against your bare walls.
Pathetic, you thought to be groveling for someone to not leave you, but yet it was so goddamn relatable.
The slamming of a fist against your door brought you back to reality. You groaned the blanket flung off you as you called out that you were coming, to shut up before they woke your neighbors.
"What the fuck do you want?" Was the first thing out of your mouth when you finally opened your front door. The person standing in front of you was the last person you wanted to see right now.
"Please, Y/N, jus'- jus' listen. Okay?" His words stumbled out of his mouth and as much as you wanted to hate him, you couldn't.
You swallowed as you stepped aside for him to come into your apartment. Not wanting your new neighbors to hear all your business. A curt nod of your head was the only answer you gave him. Your arms across your chest as you stared at the floor in front of you. A part of you wanted to hear but the other didn't.
"I- I," He sighed, his fingers tugged his bottom lip to a point as he looked at you. Nerves radiating off him. "'M so sorry, Y/N, for everythin'."
"I think you should go." You said when your lip started to quiver. Tears welling in your eyes again. What you wouldn't give to go 4 hours without bursting into tears.
"Y/N," he said softly his hand cupped your face. His thumb brushing over your cheek to wipe away the tears and for a second, you leaned into the comfort he was giving you.
Until you remembered he was the reason you were hurt.
Your hand smacked his away as you backed up from him. You brows furrowed, your skin that he touched burned like a fresh sunburn when your fingers ran against it.
"Go!" You yelled, your finger pointing towards the door as he stood there dumbfounded.
"No." He said after a long moment of silence. The words shattering the deafening quiet in the room, cutting like a blade through the tension between you two.
"I. Said. To. Leave." You growled from low in your chest. Anger but mostly hurt and pain from the bitter sting of rejection fueled your words.
"Not until I say what I want to say." His fallen face made a pathetic laugh come from you. He had no right to ask or demand for anything from you.
"Don't you get it? You lost your chance to say anything to me!" You didn't try to hold back your emotions that ran through your voice.
"I fucked up, I know but-"
"Goddamn it, Harry. It's not always about you!" You shouted, your arms flung from your chest as you yelled at him. "You ripped my heart out and dangled it in front of me."
"I love yeh, 'm so sorry. 'M so sorry."
"I don't love you." Your voice cracked as you lied to him. Your puffy swollen eyes swarmed in oceans of tears when his own bloodshot watery ones met yours.
"Y'don't mean that." He said quietly his small footsteps across the floor inched closer and closer to you. Your head nodding that yes you did mean it as you choked out a sob.
"I do mean it." You lied more. Your lips trembled in time with your tears as he grew closer. Your back against the wall, literally, when he finally stood in front of you.
"Know yeh don't. Know yeh jus' want to hurt me like I did to yeh." He muttered, his hand pushed away the few strands of hair that bad fallen into your face. "Yeh can hurt me how ever yeh want fo' the rest of m'life if yeh give me a second chance."
His words stung. Your head buried deep in his chest as your hand grasped on his shirt, and the last bit of sanity you had left floating through your mind.
"I'd do anythin', love. Please." He begged his head rested against your forehead. His chest pressed against yours, his cologne filling the air around you.
Your eyes fluttered open just enough to see him look as wrecked as you felt. His eyes sunken with dark circles, hair a mess, tears down his own face.
Maybe you'd hate yourself and curse yourself one day for this but you couldn't deny the truth.
You were totally fucked for him.
Without another moment of thought or argument running in your mind, your lifted your lips to his. Those soft cushions felt like home against your own. A weight you didn't realize you had laying in your chest lifted when his hands cupped your face, bringing you impossibly closer to him.
His tongue dominating your own when you parted your lips for him. Warm sensations of being close to him like this again ran down your spine as you tugged him towards your bedroom.
A smile formed on your lips as you both stumbled over the threshold to your room. The wrecklessness of trusting him again with your heart never crossed your mind for more than a second.
If anyone was ever going to destroy you, you'd gladly let it be him.
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Wake Up
Summary: Lloyd reflects on his and his parents relationships and wonders if his unhappiness might be their fault.
TW: Abandonment issues
Lloyd’s relationship with his mom was complicated to say the least. Sometimes he could care less about what she thought of him and how she felt, other times he felt like his whole worth depended on whether she valued him or not. And right now? Right now he just wanted her gone.
The sobs that escaped his lips were interrupted by hysteric hiccups every other minute and he felt like something in his chest was being torn and ripped apart between desperation and anger. He didn’t understand his mom, really didn’t. She kept on making promises and giving him gifts for the promises she had broken before (which were basically all of them) in the hope that it would fix the hole she had left in his heart. Then she would turn around and yell at him and leave him again. His mother had left him so many times since his dad was banished to the Departed Realm, he couldn’t even count them if he wanted to. Of course she sometimes came back and he tried his best to convince himself that she came for him but as his uncle disappeared and Misako stopped showing up for about a year, not even sending simple things like a text or a letter, he realized it had been his uncle she had been coming back for the entire time and not him – her son. In that year Lloyd had spent a lot of time with Skylor, she had helped him realize that your parents’ love never determined your worth and that sometimes, just sometimes, it was better for them to simply vanish rather than showing up and leaving again, over and over. And he thought he was over it. He thought he had it all under control. Of course, the sudden sadness that would hit him as Kai, Nya and Jay talked about their mothers sometimes still hit him and hung over him like a grey cloud but it got easier to deal with it. But then she came back and every progress he had made in the past year and a half vanished like snow melting in the sun. He hated himself for it because he knew she didn’t deserve his sympathy, nor did she deserve his love – Kai had told him that many times before – but whenever he looked at her he just- He just wanted to cry and throw himself into her arms. He just wanted his mother back. ‘Back’, Lloyd choked on a bitter chuckle as the tears kept on streaming down his face. It wasn’t like he ever had had a mother in the first place, perhaps that was why he so desperately wanted her to be there now. To fill the gap she had left when she abandoned him when he was little. But the thing was – Lloyd wasn't little anymore. He felt like he should be over it by now, be okay with the fact that she simply didn't care for him. He had defeated the Overlord, a bloodthirsty dictator otherwise known as his father and an army of demons from another realm, for the FSMs sake. He still couldn't defeat his fear of not being loved by her though. And maybe it would have been easier to deal with if he had had a father that hadn't done pretty much everything in the book to traumatize him. Skylor had told him before that it was completely normal to feel like that, to long for a parent that made it so harshly obvious that they simply didn't care. She had told him that even she felt that way sometimes, even years after her father had been sent to the Cursed Realm and even after everything he had done. Back then Lloyd didn't really understand how she could still love him but he didn't judge her either – kid's of evil warlords gotta stick together, right? But now he understood what she meant because now he was in the exact same position as her, if not even worse. Her father at least hadn't killed and injured thousands over his few month long reign of terror. A part of him hated him, a small part. The other part, however, still loved him, still wanted him to turn good and be by his side, still seeked validation from him. Because after everything he still was his father – and it hurt. It didn't feel right, loving a psychopath, a murderer and even thinking about the fact that he had actually considered Harumi's offer to join the Sons of Garmadon on the skytram just so that he could be back at his fathers side- Guilt, that was the best word to describe it, because even after everything his friends had done for him, he had still considered betraying them for a man who had – quite literally – chucked him through concrete walls and disowned him. Lloyd thought it was weird, how you could miss something you never had in the first place. Okay, yes, maybe his dad had been around for quite some time, nevertheless it still wasn’t nearly comparable to the amount of time he wasn’t around and he had been feeling this way since he was a child. Maybe it was the fact that he saw other people having parents that made him feel like he was missing something. Even at Darkley’s the children had had parents that took care of them, took them home or sent them gifts on the holidays – the blond never had any of that, always remaining all alone when everyone else went home in that way too big boarding school and crying by himself in the bathroom on his birthday because the other kids would make fun of him for not having a family to celebrate with. Children could be cruel sometimes, especially the ones at Darkley’s. And maybe it would be easier if he wasn’t surrounded by people with “happy” families. Of course his friends’ families all had their problems and flaws, Kai and Nya thought for years that their parents were dead, Cole’s mom had died and he had an argument with his father, Zane’s father had died and Jay found out he was adopted. In spite of that, though, they all ended up fine, none of them had been willingly abandoned by their parents at an unsafe place, none of them had almost been murdered by one of their parents and none of them had a parent that sticked around, keeping on making false hopes to build a relationship that would never be reality- Fine, he was jealous – but was it really so bad to be jealous of someone for having a happy family? It wasn’t like he wasn’t glad that in the end they all ended up happy, they definitely deserved it, but at the same time he couldn’t help but ask himself where his happiness was. When was his happy ending to come? He had done so much for Ninjago, always thought about himself last because he had a duty to the land and its people due to the prophecy that had been thrown onto his shoulders. He had given up his childhood (not that he had one to begin with), fought his father thinking he would have to kill him, cursed him to save Ninjago just after having him back, barely recovered from the effects Morro’s possession had had on him but already jumping into battle right away to – once again – rescue the (ungrateful) citizens of Ninjago, the list went on. So was it really too much to ask for having a good relationship with his parents? Apparently. He just wanted for his mom to stay but he knew that that already was too much to ask from her. She wasn’t the type of person to stay in one place, always running around trying to find out more about Ninjago’s history, trying to find more artifacts and legends, perhaps even trying to forget the family and the responsibilities she had to them. But in that case, Lloyd sometimes wondered if maybe it would have been better if she had chosen to not have children. it would’ve spared both of them from so much trouble. Same for his father of course. He decided to have a child, knowing full well that the Devourers venom went through his veins and was soon going to corrupt him. So why decide to throw a child into the mix. Just thinking about it made him angry. They didn’t even give him the chance to have a happy and healthy childhood. His life had been set up for tragedy from the start, and sometimes he regretted being born because of it and hoped that all of this was just a bad dream, that he was going to wake up and have both his parents at his side, being able to have a nice childhood. He never woke up.
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The Golden Cage Part Four: Final
This is a yandere story; it mentions elements of obsession, possessiveness, death, murder, kidnapping, imprisonment, and mental abuse. If any of this is triggering for you, I understand, and you don’t have to read it.
I know I said the story was going to be five parts, but chapters four and five (mostly chapter four tbh) didn’t have enough meat on their bones to stand alone (this is what I get for never outlining folks, surprises, and not the good kind.) so they ended up mashed together into one chapter. Italics are pre-room, non italic sections are post-room.
After you’d first woken up after being shot with lightning, you were grateful to have Zuko by your side, but soon enough his presence began to feel suffocating, and if he couldn’t be there himself, because you know being ruling a country could keep a man busy, he’d have a healer and a guard by your side twenty-four seven. For the first couple of months it made sense, after all, there was only so much Katara’s healing could do, and you’d needed help to do even the most basic of tasks, but now that you didn’t need so much better all of the people doting on you was stifling.
Not to mention you’d spent most of your life free wandering where you please when you pleased, it wasn’t a stretch of the imagination to say that palace life with its strict routine was unbearable. So, you’d somehow managed to slip off and find a bag; over the past week, you’d been stuffing it full of essential supplies. Then one night, you’d set out, but one of the servants must have tipped Zuko off because he’d meet you in front of the servants’ door you’d planned on using to slip out without being noticed.
“Your leaving,” Zuko said, his voice catching in his throat ever so slightly. You couldn’t leave him; you were his world, didn’t you know that.
“I’m sorry, Zuko, but I can’t stay here anymore I’ve tried, but I just don’t know how to put down roots, it’s not who I am.” You chocked back the tears threatening to spill out from your eyes, you couldn’t let him see you cry, you didn’t want to break his heart more than necessary. You knew you should have said goodbye, but part of you knew that if you did, he might be able to talk you into staying. You were withering here, losing parts of yourself, because you just weren’t made for a stationary life.
“You can’t, or maybe you don’t want to try.” You were surprised by the amount of venom dripping from Zuko’s lips, you thought it was understandable after all you might as well have just ripped his heart out and stomped on it.
Zuko let you leave after that; at least that’s what you thought, but when you drank from your water skin, the water tasted strangely bitter, although you didn’t have much time to contemplate this before you fell to the ground unconscious.
The women around your rushed to help you get dressed for what they thought would be the happiest day of your life, but that really just filled you with dread. There was a point in your life where you’d dreamed of marring Zuko, but that had been back when the two of you were still traveling together on a decommissioned fire nation warship. You’d always imagined standing on its metal deck, Lieutenant Jee as acting captain he would officiate your vows, and you’d be surrounded by the members of the ship’s crew that didn’t hate you, and of course, Iroh would be there to serve tea after the wedding.
You’d always dreamed your wedding would be a happy occasion, but now you’d be forced to stand in front of thousands of strangers promising to spend the rest of your life to a man whom you hadn’t loved in years, a man who’d kept you locked away in a room for years, a man who’d burned you because he was jealous. Maybe you could weasel your way out of this, but then you couldn’t just think of yourself, the world was depending on Zuko to keep the peace, it wouldn’t take much for the Fire Nation army to take back the earth kingdom, it was still weak after fighting a losing war for a hundred years. Not to mention The Earth King was as spineless a jellyseal, the man wouldn’t fight his own battles even if he was the last man in his Kingdom.
The avatar was an option, but even if you told Aang there was no way to guarantee he’d believe you, Zuko was his friend, not yours, and because of that, he’d have no reason to believe you over Zuko. Even if you got Zuko magically removed from the throne that would still leave a nation in chaos, Azula couldn’t rule because she’d gone mad, Iroh had already renounced his claim to the throne, and Ozai was locked up in an Earth Kingdom prison somewhere.
A civil war was always going to be one assassination away, at least until Zuko had kids. That was a thought that sent a chill down your spine when you realized whether you wanted to or not; you were going to have to have children with Zuko. Why had the spirits chosen you to endure this fate, wasn’t there some Fire Nation citizen who would be happy to spend the rest of their life serving the Fire Lord and bending to his every whim?
You woke up in a small Fire Nation prison cell, wearing clothes you definitely hadn’t been when you’d left. You didn’t own any silk, let alone silk this fine. The juxtaposition between the cell and clothes threw you for a loop, why give you beautiful silk robes but leave you in a room that barely had enough space for a grown man to lay down.
It all made some sort of sick sense when you saw Zuko approaching, why hadn’t you seen it before that something was off with him. You’d seen creeps of all kinds on the road, but something about Zuko made you drop your guard, maybe it was because something about him reminded you of a kicked dog. One fact remained Zuko had drugged you and had locked you up in a prison cell, you’d be moved to the room in a few months’ time, and you’d spend years of your life trying to leave it, only to give up and accept your fate.
The women dressing you gently slid the amber necklace that you hadn’t seen in over five years, over your head. You’d given it to Zuko just before the siege at the north pole, it was your way of making him promise to come back, you’d told him he’d have to return it to you one day and that if he died an lost it out there, you’d never forgive him.
Unfortunately, he’d survived and chosen today as the day to fulfill his promise, though not for long, he’d be getting it back at the ceremony, and your family heirloom would become just another artifact of the royal family.
After you were dressed, it didn’t take long for the wedding to start, and it seemed like it went on for hours, mostly because it did, the Fire Sage wouldn’t quit droning on and on about the sanctity of marriage, and the importance of the vows you and Zuko were about to take. You didn’t know if all fire nation wedding ceremonies were this long of if royal weddings were just long-winded. The latter seemed likely, but then again, who could say.
Now after you were to the part of the ceremony where you’d give your vows, two golden ceremonial blades were brought out along with a fan and three bowls, the largest of which was empty but sat atop a small stand that would allow for a fire to be lit underneath it. The other two contained water and dark volcanic soil; with practiced precision, you and Zuko each took a blade.
The weapon in your hand was heavy and sharp, sharp enough to slit a man’s throat, especially if he wasn’t expecting it, with this fact in mind you turned to Zuko, took a deep breath, said your vows, and pricked your finger. You wanted to kill him, you wanted to kill him more than anything, but a Fire Nation civil war would end badly for the whole word. Zuko had always thought you’d make a good Queen. He didn’t know how right he was. You and Zuko turned once again to face the Fire Sage and allowed a few drops of blood to fall into the water, you’d literally just made a blood vow to spend the rest of your life with Zuko.
“Agni,” the Fire Sage called loudly, invoking the sun spirt his people worshiped. “We ask you to bless this marriage with your radiant light so that it may have the stability of earth and can endure all that comes its way.” The fire sage poured the soil into the large empty bowl.
“The fluidity of water, so that the couple may grow and change together.” Again, the water and the blood it contained were added to the bowl.
“The warmth of fire, so they will never have to endure the cold alone.” This time it wasn’t the Fire Sage that added the element but Zuko. He created a whisper of flame and used it to light a fire beneath the bowl, as was traditional when a Firebender was getting married.
“Lastly, we ask that you may always grant this union fresh air so that it may never grow stale.” The Fire Sage picked up the fan and used it to stoke the fire. The end result of all of that was a boiling mixture of mud that the fire sages would use to grow a fire lily; it was said that if the plant died, then the marriage would end in tragedy. Rumor had it the one representing Zuko’s parents had withered within a day.
Now you were at the end of the traditional Fire Nation wedding, but there was still one more thing left that Zuko had insisted upon. The two of you turned to face each other you gently slid your heirloom necklace over your head. “I give you this as is tradition in my family, it is a symbol of love freely given.” Or it used to be at least, now it had become a symbol of Zuko’s obsession. “From a wife to her husband, and one day a father to his daughter.” You forced a smile and slid it over Zuko’s head. If you cried any tears, it would seem the world mistook them for Joy.
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Going in blind: Watching season 5 for the first time. Random thoughts.
Episode 1: Well...that dinner got dark. From what other fans have told me apparently Glimmer gets a lot of hate for her decisions during the series and I just find that odd. I was more annoyed with her in the early seasons where her actions were more harmless simply because she had no patience and wouldn't listen because of her immaturity. Season 4 and here though? Even her most reckless and risky actions have at least been fueled by the genuine desire to keep people safe during a very hard situation. Even here, yeah, she tells Prime something it's very bad for him to know but he was going to have Adora and everyone else literally murdered before her eyes if she didn't. I can't really be mad at Glimmer for making a bad choice when it flows logically and fueled by the desire to keep the people she cares about from being slaughtered.
I don't think we've ever seen Catra this completely at the mercy of another person before, save maybe for Shadow Weaver when she was a child. She has nothing to offer that Prime doesn't already possess. Nothing he wants that he can't get for himself. Her relationship with everyone these past few seasons have been either "I'm your commander and you have to do what I say" or "You are my commander and here's the reason you have to keep me around". This time she has nothing to protect herself behind and the only reason she's still around is because Prime might think of a use for her later.
I love having Scorpia on the heroes' side.
Episode 2: That ending though.
I think what helps elevate Entrapta for me and keeps her for being annoying or irritating is that the show really sells that she just genuinely has trouble understanding why she should/shouldn't be doing certain things. It's not stupidity or even pure self-absorption, she just struggles with people and social ques while machines and science is a lot more straightforward. Heck, she was probably able to bond so well with Hordak because work together in the lab was them meeting on a common middle ground she could understand and relax in. The way she's trying to overcome the issue to help save Glimmer reminds me a little of Mob from Mob Psycho 100, feeling a little frustrated in not understanding something that she knows she should be.
Episode 3: Anybody else get a Disney's Hercules vibes at the end there?
Catra: "Besides, O Oneness, you can't beat her! She has no weaknesses! She's gonna kick your...!"
Prime, smiling: "I think she does, little sister." [Strokes Catra's hair] "I truly think...she does."
This episode really sold how completely isolated Catra is. With the sole exception of Glimmer, she's in space, no idea where exactly she is, onboard a ship filled with nothing but Prime and hundreds of cultist clones. Throughout the entire series we've seen Catra push everyone away and now that she's in a situation where she is almost well and truly on her own with no power, freedom, or authority, she seeks out the one other person around to find any sense of comfort in. Despite everything, Catra doesn't like being alone.
Little child Catra lashing out because she didn't want Adora to have any friends other than her kind of reminds me of Glimmer and Bow during the Princess Prom episode. I imagine it's the same mentality. Growing up in isolation, even if in different forms, and finding only that one person they feel thay can really lean on, there is that fear that they'll find someone else they like more and start caring about them less, or even outright stop. The difference is Bow set Glimmer straight, assuring her he'll always be her friend no matter what but he's not going to be just solely dedicated to her. Her fear was understandable but she was not respecting him as a friend either. Adora never really had that with Catra, one because she was much younger and less mature than Bow, and Catra was probably all she had too, to an extent. As we saw season 1, she was always trying to look after her, even when Catra needed to take responsibility for herself. Bow is not Glimmer's keeper, while Adora too often was that for Catra, so Bow and Glimmer have a better foundation of mutual respect while Adora and Catra's dynamic has been really screwed up for a long time.
Kind of tying into that, despite all that's happened between them, the minute Adora hears Catra's in distress she starts panicking and tearing up. The last time they saw each other they were very much enemies and Adora was done reaching her hand out to her. I suppose you could make the argument she's really been hoping all this time that Catra would finally do the right thing for once, just probably didn't expect it to be like this.
Prime better not mind wipe Catra like he did Hordak.
Episode 4: See, calling the heroes the rebellion now makes sense since they are rebelling against the established power, which is Prime.
Love that trick with the reflections, where you can sort of see/sort of can't see She-Ra. A nice little tease for what I imagine will be a big reveal later.
I really like that explanation for what Bow's going through. Last season's finale was the last he'd seen Glimmer and was desperately trying to save her, and he's been consistently worried for her since then. Now that she's safe he's starting to let himself process his other emotions towards her, and I totally get it. It's hard to be mad at someone when you're also terrified over what might be happening to them, even if your anger is justified. While I get why Glimmer last season did what she thought she had to, it was still a big risk that Bow warned her about and she didn't listen, putting them all in danger. This situation and Glimmer's words is a very mature way of handle this topic. He's not wrong for being mad and it's not a contradiction to what we've been seeing from him this season. Humans and emotions are complicated.
Episode 5: SHE HAS PAAAAAAAAANTS!!! (I will miss the cape though)
That almost makes up for them cutting Catra hair. Seriously, that mane was beautiful!
But boy, speaking of Hercules, that return of She-Ra definitely felt like Hercules emerging from the pool of souls to save Meg.
With the one clone being disconnected from the hive mind and having a breakdown over it, that does make me wonder if Hordak has been connected to it. Wasn't he deemed a defect because Prime couldn't connect to his mind? I suppose it's possible that flaw was corrected. Clearly Prime can take over minds other than just his clones, like with Catra. But if he could do that I'm wondering why he just didn't when Hordak was first created and he instead cast him out to Etheria.
Was Catra purring at the end? I swear there was a sound that sounded like purring.
Episode 6: Assimilation is easily one of my biggest fears in fiction, be it zombies, Borgs and Cybermen, Get Out, the freaking Sapphire Dragon from Xiaolin Showdown that scared the hell out of me as a kid! Just the concept of having your free will and autonomy completely ripped away from you, potentially with you still being aware but unable to do anything about it, is horrifying! At least with Prime's chips the process is reversible.
Anyway, in lighter plots, I kind of love Wrong Hordak. He's really funny. I feel bad that he's being deliberately misled, but he really shouldn't be following Prime anyway, so...
I do like that Adora is being a little more tough on Catra. She needs kindness, yes, but she also needs honesty and discipline, the kind that has actual love and care behind it, unlike what she got from Shadow Weaver. Adora is genuinely trying to help so Catra needs to stop acting like a brat and LET HER HELP.
Episode 7: Catra was definitely purring.
I'm going to go out on a limb here and assume people probably ship Scorpia and Perfuma. Not that I have any problem with that. It's like the Midoriya/Todoroki ship; I don't ship it myself but I totally get why others do. It's a relationship based in mutual respect and one of the characters having a significantly positive effect on the life of the other. As long as the shipper themselves is not horrifically toxic, I don't care.
Also, I don't think I've ever been so intimidated by Mermista before than I was with that one shot of her in silhouette, just before the reveal she was chipped.
Episode 8: Okay, I definitely love Wrong Hordak. Just that realization of his. "Horde Prime...lied to us..." There's just something about it that's so full of character. Obviously he's a brainwashed clone but he was truly devoted to Prime and just to find out that he would keep something so big from them, from the hive mind that's supposed to be so open to him and each other, it destroys everything he ever believed in. It's hilarious to watch him prepare to lead his brothers in a revolt against Prime.
I assume magic is Prime's "weakness" in that he himself cannot control it. Obviously he can control magical beings like Spinnerella and have them use magic but magic itself is too free and too powerful for him to contain and fully fight back against. He's all about order and stillness and magic is basically chaos.
Episode 9: I like to believe the mushroom kingdom they saved is a Mario reference.
Something I like in hero stories is "the power of a name" or "the power of a symbol". Something as simple as Superman's S-shield can have so much weight and meaning behind it just because of the person it's tied to. She-Ra isn't just a powerful warrior to the people of Etheria, she's a hero of legend. We saw it touched on even back in season 1 how much Adora returning She-Ra to the world meant to everyone. She-Ra to them is a symbol of hope. If they have her on their side, then they believe they might be able to win and with that ordinary people can find the strength to fight too. It's something I think the Green Lantern put best with how the Blue Rings of hope supercharge the Green Rings of will but lose a lot of their functions when the greens are not around. Hope is useless if you don't have the will to also act, but in turn hope can give people the will to act. The more hope they have that they can win, the more they will fight to win.
That was the nerdiest comparison I've ever made.
Episode 10: I appreciate a good bad dad joke and that's why I can't approve of "punderstand". It's too much of stretch to flow well. "Ruined" was good though.
I'm less surprised that Scorpia's been chipped and more that she's even alive. She was at the bottom of the ocean when the roof broke and she's a scorpion woman. I don't think water is a very friendly element for her. She's even commented on how good the desert was to her.
I wonder her She-Ra mode is not working for her simply because Adora is exhausted; mentally and physically. I don't think she's ever used the form this continuously before, and she's been doing it without the First Ones' sword that she has experience with. Her new sword and its transformations may be made out of her own energy for all we know. And then there's just the emotional toil of having Catra back in her life while it feels like more and more of the world is being turned against her.
Episode 11: Oh, I'm definitely shipping Hordak and Entrapta.
I think Re:Zero has spoiled me on dark magic. While Micah with his dark magic is a threat, in this show and many others dark magic basically just equates to "spooky, evil, bad stuff" magic that isn't that different from most other kinds of magic other than being either harder to control or more geared towards causing harm. In Re:Zero, dark magic was DARK. It felt unnatural, like a perversion of how their world's magic is supposed to be and that it didn't belong in this reality. Micah's dark magic is basically "I'm attacking you with shadows, oOoOoOo so scary!"
Not really surprised Catra left. She just got Adora back and now she's potentially about to let herself die. Perfuma said it best, letting people in and letting herself be vulnerable is hard. Caring about Adora and watching her die would be a huge blow, so Catra would rather curl back up into her shell and block out Adora again than have to risk taking that hit.
Episode 12: I keep saying it but now having them right next to each other, yeah, Mara's She-Ra outfit is better than Adora's. I don't know, there's just something grander about it. Anyway, on topic, I'm a big fan of superheroes and legacy and all that and I really like Mara's words to Adora. All she did and sacrificed was so that others, especially the next She-Ra, wouldn't have to do the same. It doesn't matter how noble and heroic it is, tragedy is tragedy and anyone who knows that kind of pain doesn't want anyone else to have to go through it.
I'm not surprised by the love confession between Glimmer and Bow. I felt it could go either way with them either hooking up or just staying really good friends, but that in itself is a sign of how good and natural their friendship is. I can easily buy how it would evolve into something more between them. The situation they're in probably helps. When Glimmer was taken they both thought they might never see each other again and that fear and worry probably caused them to reevaluate how they feel about the other. They've been clinging to each other since getting back, as every day could be their last. Something like that is naturally going to push two people together.
Episode 13: So...are there any plans for a season 6? Or a comic continuation like Avatar and Korra got? Because this was a good finale...buuuuuuuuut I feel there are definitely some things that needed a bit more exploration.
This is typically why I like stories with epilogue endings, especially those set some number of years in the future. Little glimpses of what everyone's doing now, allowing the audience to fill in for themselves what happened in-between. There's nothing wrong with this episode but it does just kind of...stop. They beat Prime. Everybody's cheering and happy. Adora suggests they bring magic back to the universe. And...that's it. We don't see anything more. No aftermath, no post-war, nothing. We end on the moment of victory, and while it's not a bad moment it leaves the ending feeling a little incomplete.
It kind of feels like the writers either really had to rush to the ending to make the 13 episode deadline or simply didn't want to address whatever happens with Catra and Hordak now. With the bigger threat of Horde Prime it makes sense why everyone puts aside past issues and works together. But now that the crisis is over, naturally everyone would have to address everything the Horde had done to Etheria for years with Hordak and Catra leading it. Don't get me wrong, I believe that Catra loves Adora, I believe Adora loves her, and I believe Catra wants to be a better person. It's not like I'm saying she needs to be locked up or executed. But she did cause a lot of damage and put Adora especially through hell, and just because Shadow Weaver is the one who screwed her up so bad doesn't mean she doesn't have any responsibility for her own actions. So it just would have been nice to get even a little bit of lip service to show that Catra would be trying to right her wrongs from this point forward, instead of just "Prime's gone, everyone's happy, bye!" At least with Entrapta she seemed to genuinely not understand why what she was doing at the time was wrong and Scorpia, like Adora and Huntara, defected from the Horde to do the right thing despite it being even more part of her upbringing than anyone else. I can't even imagine what happens with Hordak now.
Don't get me wrong, this is far from the worst I've ever seen a redemption handled. I haven't read/watched any of Boruto outside of the movie and Gaiden tie-in but I've read all of Naruto and there is no reason that Orochimaru should just be walking around and casually talking with people after all he's done. Kaiba in the Yu-Gi-Oh manga built an entire theme park to try an murder Yugi and his friends and they bring it up like twice after that arc. Kylo Ren turning back to the light was one of the potential paths for his character, so that made sense in TROS, but they essentially did "He died heroically and therefore totally redeemed himself for every terrible thing he's ever done."; basically a cop-out. Catra's alive and can at least potentially still own up to her actions and work to redeem herself. And I love Steven Universe, but kind of like with Catra nearly killing everyone (including herself) via the unstable portal, fans have naturally pointed out that the Diamonds enslaved and committed genocide on multiple planets and really faced no consequences for that other than "Stop it". Catra's not at the gold standard of redemption stories, which for me is probably Zuko and Endeavor, but she's far from the bottom. I think the best way to describe it is that Catra had as good, if not better, reasons for being so bad and screwed up as Zuko did, just as good step-up for turning good as Zuko did, but she didn't have nearly as much payoff afterwards to make it feel like a full journey like Zuko did.
But enough about all that. Love the basically goddess She-Ra Adora became. Given the emphasis on healing powers with She-Ra we've had, I'm guessing that's essentially how she destroyed Prime. She purified Hordak and Prime was basically an infection within him. I like when heroes snatch victory from the jaws of defeat but I also when there's an implication towards the villain that "Wow. I never stood a chance." She-Ra's power just dwarfs his. Full potential realized by Adora and he was just gone.
Also I don't know how I forgot that Prime could jump into the bodies of his clones but his possession of Hordak got me. I genuinely couldn't think of how he'd survive after Hordak shoved him off the edge (set free by the power of love!).
And even if the ending feels a little incomplete, the episode itself still did well with my emotional investment. I was gripped by during Catra's confession and the tension within the heart.
Season 5 and overall series verdict: I'm very glad I saw this series. Even though its ending falls a little short for me, this was still really good. Seasons 3 was probably my favorite overall but this story had a very good flow to it. It steadily built up bigger each season, with Catra and Hordak being really compelling villains driving the whole thing. Not that Prime was bad. He was a genuine threat and his cult of clones is a good creepy concept. He's just not as good as the other two. I'm sure part of what elevates him up is because I'm thinking of the JL director's cut but Hordak really is just better Steppenwolf. Everything that worked about that character, Hordak is that to an 11.
Given how I've talked about her more than any of the others, Catra is probably my favorite character. Just the damage that girl has been through. I always understood why she was doing what she did, even though there was rarely a moment I'd agree with exactly what she was doing. Again, it's one of the reasons it feels like the series just kind of ended. There's a lot to be seen with Catra's character now, a lot that can be done, and it just feels like a shame to really not show any of it. This isn't a fault of SRPOP itself because so many series, especially animated and anime, are guilty of but it always bugs me when a series ends on two characters hooking. Relationships are interesting, I'd argue more so than the build-up to them, but no writer ever wants to actually explore them after the hook-up. I never cared about Korra and Mako being a couple but I still found their relationship as a couple more interesting and character building than any of the will they/won't they build-up to it. And I actually like the idea of Adora and Catra as a couple. It's a big reason why I'm so happy the Harley Quinn animated series got renewed for a third season, as it otherwise would have just ended on a hook-up between two characters who, like Adora and Catra, love each other but have had a complicated dynamic for a while. I believe Adora and Catra love each other, but they've got a lot of stuff to work out and I want to see that! Catra's got abandonment issues and that in turn caused her to be unhealthily possessive over Adora. Just seeing the two of them try to work through that alone would be fascinating.
Like I suspected early on, Scorpia's my favorite supporting character. Entrapta's a decent 2nd. Took a small dip when it seemed like she was joining the Horde over feeling abandoned by the princesses when they thought she was dead but that picked back up once it was made more clear "Oh, okay, you're not being petty or stupid. You genuinely don't understand." It made her a more interesting character, and I love her and Hordak's relationship.
Least favorite characters...probably Sea Hawk and those three former Horde friends of Adora and Catra. I never hated them but I never cared about what was happening when they were on screen. They fill out the world a bit, they drive the plot, they're not wastes of space, they even get some laughs. There are just so many other characters in the series way more interesting than them.
Biggest surprise for me was definitely Glimmer and Bow. I never thought I'd dislike them but the best friends characters in series like this can kind of go one way or another with how relevant or deep they are. Glimmer especially I was surprised how much I was invested. She really grew a lot as a person throughout the series and I thought the dilemma over the Heart of Etheria was a good one.
Honestly there's a lot more I could talk about but I have only so many words and my thoughts are a jumble right now so I'm going to leave it at that. I will say I really appreciate how supportive you all on this Reddit have been. It's something I hate about some other fandoms I'm in where they basically are so toxic that they make no one else actually want to watch/read the thing they're fans of because they can't help but associate it with them.
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Dragon Age 2: Abridged
You start the game and as you're running 🏃♂️💨 away from the Zombi- I mean Darkspawn, the very first thing that happens is one of your 2 younger siblings fucking dies. ⚰️💀🥀(RIP Carver)
Then there's a dragon 🐉 which is awesome! But also: fuck, there's a dragon and you're level 1. But wait, now the dragon's an old lady who you swear sounds familiar. 🧙♀️ But she won't teach you how to become a dragon, so who cares.
Anyway, your mother cradles your sibling's cooling corpse to her chest and blames you for their death because you're the oldest and (somehow⁉️) you were supposed to protect them from the massive 5-ton ogre and stop it from crushing their rib cage like a gerbil in the hands of a vindictive toddler. 🐹
It's mentioned in passing that "At least they're with father now," and oh, yeah, guess your dad is dead too.
Surprise! Welcome to Dragon Age: 2 -The game where the plot is made up and your feelings don't matter. 🎆🎇
After you finally escape the fuckin 🍭🔥Candy Land from Hell🔥🍭: you're sold into servitude (see also: slavery) to pay your way into the city because your drunkard of an uncle has gambled away every penny of wealth your family ever had, including the house (and the dog too, but don't worry, there's DLC for that 🐕)
Then, after a year of smuggling and/or shady mercenary work for the dickheads that hold your leash, you're still broker than a ramen-filled Millenial with an undergrad degree in psychology, so you have to go into the Deep Roads to find your fortune.
Do you take your only remaining sibling with you into one of the most dangerous places in Thedas? Or do you leave them in Kirkwall, an almost equally as dangerous place, without even little ole' you there to protect them or your aged, decrepit, spiteful mother (who still kinda hates you for letting your sibling die)?
📱VOTE NOW ON YOUR PHONES! 📱
The kicker is that NO MATTER WHICH CHOICE YOU MAKE, you still lose your sibling! They're taken by the Chantry, (the ⭕Circle/⛑️Templars) if you leave them at home, and if you take them with you, they fucking DIE.
Oh, UNLESS you brought that one edgy, possessed, fugitive Gray Warden you met in the ass end of Darktown with you. Then they don't die. Instead, they themselves are given to the Gray Wardens to try and save them from 🤎😩The Taint 😩🤎 who then disappear back into the Deep Roads for 3 fucking years. IN FACT you don't even know if your fucking sibling LIVES or DIES until Shit City winds up on fucking 🔥FIRE🔥 and they just happen to run into you while you're up to your tits in body organs.
And also that one edgy Gray Warden rebel, Anders -who you actually kinda like, even if he is a whiney bitch, happens to stay on with you because you helped him kill his ex boyfriend (*Micky Mouse voice* it's a special tool that will help us later!🎁)
Oh, and let's not forget that Grand Adventure where your ancient ass mom 🤶 is kidnapped by a Coo-Coo for Cocoa Puffs serial murderer and then canabalized into a semi-living sex doll 🧟♀️(that smells a bit like formaldehyde under the stench of rotting old lady flesh) just because she happens to look a little bit like the dude's dead FWB/wife. 👩❤️👨
So, when you finally fucking find her -buried under a cesspool of blood, shit and demons (where else?)- you obviously have to kill the dork-ass, serial-killing, LITERAL MOTHERFUCKER who took her.
But OOPS! His blood magic🩸 was the only thing keeping her build-a-bitch body alive, so naturally it disperses as he death-rattles on the floor.🤮
She only lives long enough to say her last regret is leaving you alone in 🗡️ Murder City™️ 🗡️ by yourself before she fucking DIES IN YOUR ARMS in front of your sad ass friends and probably your love interest.
Speaking of which, I hope you didn't dick-down the pirate 🏴☠️ then fuck around and find out you caught feelings and shit, cause she straight up leaves your ass to skip town on bail with a Super Special Book. 📖
And god forbid you romanced Fenris because his broody ass just ups and leaves you after a mediocre as fuck one night stand, leaving you with Lyium-blue balls. 🧪 Oh, did I mention that it took 3 fuckin YEARS of courting to get him to into bed? 🛌 But at least he stays with you, helping kill bitches and whatnot, casually twisting that little knife in your heart an inch at a time because he has enough emotional baggage 🎒👜🧳🛍️ to sink a fucking naval armada to the bottom of the Boeric ocean. 🆘⛵🛥️🛳️⛵🚢🛥️🆘
But the fun doesn't stop there! No, no! Because while you may have lost your entire family -i.e. your mother, father and both baby siblings- and potentially your love interest 💔 (You can keep your shitty drunken uncle tho lmfao), that doesn't matter cause we're not done with our field trip through hell just yet kiddies. 🚎 Beep beep, bitch.
So, what's next on 💥Apocalypse Bingo?💥 Oh, that's right, you gotta stop the invading force of massive roid-raging dragon-people with kick ass horns, and their leader just decapitated the king👑 in front of you.
Also they burned 🗑️Trash Town🗑️ to the ground and you have to pick of the pieces of your shitty city. Again.
And after you've done that, after you've done what all the king's horses 🐎🐎🐎 and all the king's men🧍♂️🧍♂️🧍♂️ couldn't fucking do, you're awarded the title of Champion because no good deed goes unpunished!
Yay! You're the savior of Shit City! Hooray. 💩
✨🌟⭐ But wait! There's more! ⭐🌟✨
That one Glowy Red bitch you've seen around the Gallows when you're not ogling Cullen's noodle hair is pissy at Skeletor the Secret Blood Mage. Time to play peace keeper.
It doesn't go well. They're both still assholes. 🤷🤷♂️🤷♀️
Oh but, remember Anders? The edgy Gray Warden dude? The one who hears voices in his head, but swears it's just his 👻☄️Spirit Friend☄️👻 The one who you kinda like?
He needs to go grocery shopping. For... cookie ingredients. 🍪
Here's the list: 📜
-Mushrooms 🍄
-Literal, actual shit 💩
-Sulfur 💨
-Amonium Nitrate 🔥
-Other shit, this time metaphorical🚫💩
Okay, weird request, right? But he did help you kill some hoes and give you the map to the Deep Roads which may or may not have gotten your sibling killed, so you owe him one, right? And, well, maybe you kinda like this edgy weirdo who occasionally turns blue when he's mad 👺, so you're willing to do him a solid.
Well, turns out that trip to Kirkwalmart wasn't for ingredients to Anders' fav cookies.
It was actually
⚡💥💣☢️A FUCKIN NUKE☢️💣����⚡
which he uses to blown up the church ⛪ which happens to be in the city 🌇 your pathetic ass spent 6 years Humpty Dumpty-ing🍳 killing a few hundred innocent people and probably at least one or two dogs🐶💀🐶 so either way he's a fuckin dildo.
Oh, and that kicks off World War Thedas, and the FBI 🚔 thinks you're responsible, so you have to leave your Shit City and lay low.
But you got to meet Varric so it was worth it. 👍
Probably.
#shit post#dragon age#da#da2#dragon age 2#fenris#isabela#varric#anders#hawke#carver#bethany#mine#my post#funny#kirkwall crew#flemmeth
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*yeets Byakuran reborn as Ravus, Yuni as Luna, Tsuna as Noctis, Hibari as Crowe* *runs like hell*
*chases after you with armiger because HOW DARE*
-Byakuran totally doesn’t panic when he is reborn. Not really, he ACTUALLY DOESN’T.
-Mostly because he doesn’t Remember until he’s four and Luna is born and he can FEEL her soul down to his bones and everything in him goes “Yuki” and suddenly he remembers.
-Byakuran wakes up a week later to a very worried mom and a royal staff that are convinced poor Byakuran is a very rare instance of a male who can use Oracle magic, just as a Seer variant (which, in this verse, has happened before, it’s the only way male Nox Fleuret get to use magic).
-Yuni Remembers the moment her eyes are developed enough to see Byakuran in proper detail and that’s when the little lightbulb comes on in Byakuran’s head. They have to see another reincarnation in order to Remember.
-Well. After Dear Tsunayoshi had fixed his head, Byakuran always did consider Yuni a little sister anyway. Nice to see some things carrying over.
-They wonder for a while if they are the only two, keep it to themselves and watch closely for any signs of anyone else Remembering. Mostly though, they live their new lives as Luna and Ravus. They like being Luna and Ravus, sure, it’s odd to be in a world without Flames, but the magic in their veins is remarkably like them, and whatever oddity usually keeps male Nox Fleuret from using magic doesn’t effect Ravus in the slightest (though he keeps that a secret too). Their mother is a wonderful woman and the servants are kind (if exasperated by the eldest child’s obsession with marshmallows and other candies and his tendency to prank). This is good new life to life, one without Mafia and cursed rings and Vindice.
-They learn of the Prophecy and- well- they’ve seen this kind of thing before. They know how this story is supposed to end.
-They start plotting instead.
...
-Crowe has always been ... off. Wrong. The other children at the Orphanage all know that, and so do the Matrons, but Crowe doesn’t care. She is feral and wild and FURIOUS at the world, a burning-eyed child who hates because something deep inside hurts, like something is tearing her soul apart from the loss of it and nothing will fix it, and the pain drives her into a constant frenzy of patrolling and biting and hitting. She keeps the Orphanage safe even though it isn’t home (it is not her Territory it is not right not right not right) and defends the Herbivores other children even though they don’t like her (aren't Pack never Pack where is her Pack where is HER SKY-).
-Galahd begins to burn and Crowe fights. She tears the units apart with the ferocity of pain that has been in her blood all her life and then limps away when the battle is done (not won, she is too WEAK like this). She meets Nyx and Libertus and Selena and at first she hates them too. Bites and snarls when they try to drag her away from the battlefield. But they do not leave, or recoil from her. They stay and they insist on staying and something in her chest eases ever so slightly (Territory, her Territory. Not her old Pack, but New Pack, and it helps just a bit). She dubs them Reckless Carnivore (Nyx), Fussy Omnivore (Libertus), and Baby Carnivore (Selena). Somehow they, unlike anyone else in her this life, knows that these titles are important and special. Not insults or insanity. She promises to protect them always.
-Then Galahd falls, too fast and hard to save and they run for the boats rather than fight and Crowe SCREAMS as she tears apart the soulless metal husks that pretend to be soldiers as they try to murder her Pack and Territory. She rips them asunder with her bare hands, unnatural strength in her bones as overhead the sky screams with the Storm Father’s wrath. Crowe covers Selena with her own body and hears Nyx and Libertus scream as the bullets tear open her skin.
-(Somewhere far away, a tiny Princeling SCREAMS like his soul has just been ripped out, screams and leaks magic in desperation as he reaches for something he was not know he had until he was at risk of losing it).
-From the storm clouds above, Ramuh hears the plea of the Chosen, reaches down a hand and heals Crowe’s wounds, fills her with the biting sharp energy of the storm and Crowe gets up, magic and blood on her skin and her eyes a bright lightning purple.
-All four make it to the boats. Just this once Crowe lets them crowd close to cry all over her as they watch their homeland (but not home, not to her) fade away.
-(Far away a little prince collapses in exhaustion, leaving his family and caretakers frantic in confusion over what just happened and why, he wakes up with no answer for his panic or the tears of relief streaming down his face).
-They make it to Insomnia. Libertus and Nyx are just 17, Crowe is 14, Selena is the youngest at 12. The eldest two join the Kingsglaive and Crowe seethes over it, over them receiving power and money and shelter in exchange for being CHAINED by a foreigner herbivore (They try to explain it doesn’t feel like chains at all, but Crowe cannot comprehend it and so just snarls).
-The ache in her chest is so much worse now. She picks fights with anything, bloody and vicious and uncontrolled. They have to pull her away from fights more than once before she can outright kill something. She tries to explain that her soul hurts, that something is GONE and someone has TAKEN IT but she can’t. That feeling has been with her all her life and she still cannot explain what it is.
-Then one day she sits in the ratty apartment they all share for convenience sake (she hates crowding, but this is a city of strangers and she would rather her Territory be safe than her own personal bubble be maintained at risk of their wellbeing) and watches the television with Selena, watching the royal parade that celebrate’s the birthday of the foreigner herbivore king’s welp and-
-The boy appears on the screen. Shy and blue-eyed and smiling at the cameras from where he gets to watch the parade and Crowe-
-Falls.
-She is a Carnivore and always has been. The first female Hibari heir in a century not from choice but happenstance and none will take the right from her. She is Namimori’s protector and Fluffy Carnivore’s Cloud and Tricker Carnivore’s mate and she is- she is-
-Living-dying-breathing-fighting-Clouds-and-Skies-and-freedom-and-mine-mine-mineminedon’tgodon’tLEAVECOMEBACKTOME
-Selena calls Nyx and Lib in a panic even though they are on duty as extra security, sobbing about Crowe SCREAMING and using the magic Storm Father gave her and then passing out with a fever on the floor. By the time they get off shift (they can’t leave early, they are on security detail for the prince himself) and run home, Selena has worked herself into hysterics because Crowe won’t WAKE UP.
-They worry for three days. They would take her to get help, but they are new to the city and how they work. Galahd didn’t have hospitals save in the port towns, and Libertus and Nyx don’t know what to do beyond call a medicine woman, except Insomnia does not have those and the one in Little Galahd cannot determine what is wrong.
-Three days after the parade, Libertus peers into the bedroom (there was only one, the boys slept in the living room while the girls shared the cramped bedroom) and nearly has a heart attack because Crowe is GONE.
-He has no time to worry about that, because an emergency alert comes through his and Nyx’s phone. Code Cerulean. Someone has broken into the Citadel and is NOT STOPPING and all hands are needed to find and stop the threat. They run to the Citadel, cursing the entire way and hoping Crowe is alright.
-They start to get a dreadful sneaking suspicion when they meet the Captain, who is seething as he gives orders from a chair because his legs have been broken by the intruder when he engaged them. Nyx sees what look like very nasty, vicious bite marks under the bandages on Captain’s wrist, like someone bit and then shook and refused to let go until the last second and feels his stomach drop. It can’t be.
-Literally half of the Crownsguard, ten glaives, a pyre-cursed amount of sabotage, bite marks, fractured marble walls and floors, and one very thoroughly winded and staticky Cor the Immortal later and Nyx and Lib can no longer deny what’s going on. Crowe is here in the Citadel and seems to be on the warpath to murder something. They rush to be the first to find her, because maybe they can talk her down and smuggle her out before their Pack sister get’s executed for wreaking this much havoc and assault in the Citadel.
-They finally find her in the Crown Prince’s quarters, having followed the blood trail of one particularly stubborn but unlucky Crownsguard to the living floors and extrapolating from there. They both burst in, more than half convinced they are about to have to kill their own friend for murdering the little prince-.
-Said prince is shamelessly bawling on Crowe’s shoulder, clutching at her clothes like she’ll disappear if he lets go, heedless of the blood on her clothes and hands and hunting knives while the prince’s poor young advisor stands stiffly in the corner, afraid to move lest he get attacked by the feral teenager that just broke in.
-Crowe looks up at their entrance and smiles, teeth bloody but not from her blood, purple-tinted eyes ALIGHT with a joy that takes their breath away (because Crowe is never happy, NEVER, she is content sometimes, but happiness has always been out of reach when something inside her is always so angry and hurting for reasons even she never knew).
-She calls their nicknames and gently runs one bloody hand through the Prince’s hair, possessiveness in every line as she coos at them to “Come meet her Fluffy Sky Carnivore.”
-Of course, before Libertus and Nyx can reboot their brains, the King storms in, his Shield and the recovered Marshal on either side, magic bristling protectively like heavy thunder in the air.
-Crowe snarls at the king, face twisting into a feral expression as she pulls the Crown Prince closer to her and Nyx is SURE that this is it, he’s either going to witness Crowe’s death or the king’s, when the Crown Prince sniffles and pats Crowe’s cheek, “It’s okay, Kyo. He’s a good dad. He loves me. He’s mine.”
-And Crowe grumbles as she relaxes, pulls the Crown Prince more firmly into her lap and hisses defiantly when the Marshal stiffens at the motion. Crown Prince Noctis pats her again, and the king must feel something from the gesture because he groans, “Noctis- Noctis NO. She broke into the Citadel, she’s injured half of our Crownsguard. She’s DANGEROUS.”
-And the Crown Prince just settles more firmly against Crowe while Crowe SMIRKS like she��s just been complemented, and blue eyes burn bright amber as the Crown Prince announces calmly, “She’s MINE.”
-And Nyx realizes he can feel the little prince’s magic pounding a second heartbeat in Crowe’s chest like it had always belonged there.
...
-Noctis remembers being Tsunayoshi, in a dreamy, vague way that can only be his Vongola Intuition come back to haunt, but he doesn’t Remember until Hibari Kyoka (now called Crowe Altius) breaks into the Citadel and wreaks total havoc in her efforts to get upstairs to him. She breaks into his room and he has only a moment to be scared of the bloody intruder while Ignis dives at her in a vain attempt to defend Noctis when he meets her eyes and-
-Everything in his mind unfurls.
-He doesn’t pass out, but that’s probably only because of how long his dreams have been haunted by his past life. Tsunayoshi blinks twice and then resettles back into the skin of Noctis before leaping up with Kyoka’s old name on his lips. In an instant Ignis is pushed aside (not harmed, because he bears Noctis’s magic, and that marks him as Territory too). Kyoka snatches Noctis into her arms and he can FEEL the gaping whole in her soul where their bond should be and he sobs on both of their behalves as he pours his magic into the gap, clings to her and sobs harder when she LETS HIM (and doesn’t that tell just how desperate she was, how lonely and lost and angry that she lets him crowd without hesitation).
-Two Glaives burst in a few moments later and Noctis tries to compose himself as Kyoka smiles warmly at them (Territory, they are her Territory so he must protect them-) and invites them closer. His father, Clarus, and Cor all burst in moments after that and Kyoka SNARLS ready to fight, because Tsunayoshi’s father had been a terrible man and she has no reference for this one. Noctis soothes her, then looks his father dead in the eye and names this woman HIS.
-His father can feel the magic Noctis has given her. They both know it is too late to change Noctis’s mind.
-Crowe sticks around. Disappearing from sight only to reappear the moment anyone acting poorly around Noctis. Noctis knew his father (and wasn’t it novel to have a loving father this time) was worried at the fanaticism in Crowe’s gaze, but Crowe had been blessed by Ramuh (how had THAT HAPPENED hieeeee) and he eventually concludes that loyalty to Noctis was Ramuh’s price for the Blessing. Noctis doesn’t bother to correct him.
-Nyx and Libertus and Selena are all very nice people. He’s glad Crowe was not alone all these years.
-Noctis narrowly avoids death by marilith when he senses it coming on the way back to Insomnia and screams desperately for the driver to turn around. They stop to see what is wrong with him and Crowe launches herself out of the back seat to fight the thing in time to keep it from reaching the car. Noctis had taken one look at his Cloud in mortal peril from a giant nightmare monster and lit the night with magical fire that burned amber and white from the heat.
-Crowe hates Gladiolus within their first meeting, probably because Gladiolus thinks Noctis is spoiled and wimpy. She refrains from killing him only because Noctis says so, but seethes whenever Noctis comes back from yet another training session spent meekly following Gladiolus’s orders and getting sneered at for it.
-It doesn’t occur to Noctis to change his behavior or to tell his father about Gladiolus’s attitude. Because Noctis is Tsunayoshi and no matter how many years he was a respected and fear mafia boss, some part of him will always quietly wait for the other shoe to drop and the abuse to start. So the sneering and too-long spars as Gladiolus tries to make Noctis a swordsman when he hates fighting with anything but his hands is nothing new, and nothing compared to Reborn’s training. So he lets it go.
-Until one day Gladiolus gets past his guard and accidentally hits far too hard. Noctis feels something give and it hurts to breathe. He knows he should call the match right there.
-He doesn’t, because there’s a voice in his head going “a mafia boss doesn’t quit, Dame-Tsuna” and Gladiolus is looking at him with those eyes again. So Noctis gets up and keeps going past the pain that gets worse the more he moves.
-He can barely pretend to be normal as he walks back to his suite, settles on the couch with a wheeze that tastes like newly minted coins. Crowe is at his side in an instant (she was never allowed to watch the training for fear of what she’d do to Gladio) and a moment later she’s yelling for Ignis. Who then calls the doctors and the next thing Noctis knows he’s in the medical wing being treated for a broken rib and a nicked lung.
-His father is there, worried and angry both and demands to know why Noctis didn’t SAY ANYTHING. He could have DIED. How had this happened?
-Noctis doesn’t want to get Gladiolus in trouble, because he knows the boy didn’t mean to, but his dad is looking at him with too serious eyes and Noctis can do nothing else but tell what happened.
-Gladiolus goes pale when he hears the story. He gets even paler when, upon being asked yet again why he didn’t STOP, Noctis whispers, “I didn’t want to be a wimpy brat...”
-Crowe snarls, thick and dark and feral, a terrifying, unnatural sound, and Noctis winces at the look on Crowe’s face as Gladiolus is led away for a punishment and nasty lecture from Clarus. Noctis knows it will take years, if ever, for Crowe to forgive Gladio.
-Crowe brings him Prompto two weeks later as a comfort gift. Yes. Brings. Crowe, on her patrol, spotted the cute boy talking to himself, apparently trying to work up the nerve to talk to Noctis, and decided he would make a good addition. She then proceeded to pick him up and carry him all the way to the Citadel, depositing the wide-eyed boy at Noctis’s side on the couch in his room before sauntering away in satisfaction. Surprisingly, despite this horrible first impression, Prompto agreed to be Noctis’s friend anyway. Noctis was glad to have someone else on his side who understood how terrifying Crowe could be and how awesome Ignis was.
...
-The four reincarnated souls do not all reunite until years later. A formal visit from Queen Sylva of Tenebrae and her two children. Noctis, 14 years old and wise beyond his years, takes one look at the absentminded look in Luna’s eyes, like she’s seeing everything and nothing, and Ravus cheerfully tossing a marshmallow in his mouth when no one else is looking and Knows. He smiles back at them, pleased to see another old friend, then groans when Crowe grabs her tonfa and lunges.
-It was only Ravus’s delighted laughter that kept the Tenebrae delegation from assuming this was an assassination attack. It also helped that Byakuran had always been adept at bribing his wife, and clearly still kept the habit of carrying around her favorite flavor of sweet. Ravus offered her the candy in his pocket in exchange for Crowe to stop fighting him (for now) and Crowe snatched it with a contented, “I will bite you later Trickster Carnivore,” before sauntering back to Noctis’s side while he groaned into his hands and the adults all sputtered at her choice of wording.
-What a wonderful first impression, Crowe. Thank you. Really.
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Crash and Burn (1/4)
Bo Sinclair x f!Reader
Warnings: Violence, Blood, Cursing
A/N: It’s been literal years since I’ve tried writing an actual story. Please forgive my rusty skills! I hope you enjoy!
You cast a looming shadow on the wall behind you in your room lit only by a bedside lamp. Bo had not yet joined you and so you waited patiently for his return, knowing you’d get no rest without him there. You sat in the middle of your shared bed, legs crossed and gaze fixed on your lap. Your hands shook as you wrung them together. Memories of the event from earlier that day played over and over in your mind, trying to recount exactly what happened and what you had done.
The sun was just beginning to set in Ambrose. As far as you knew, it had been a quiet day. Usually if there were tourists lurking around, one of the Sinclair brothers managed to give you some sort of warning to stay in the house. Not that you complained; both you and Bo preferred it that way. It not only kept you safer, but it also spared you from bearing witness to any of the violence haunting the small desolate town. While the boys had become your family and you loved them dearly, you had no desire to get involved in their work. You knew very well what they did and what they were capable of, but you couldn’t really stomach doing any of it yourself. At least you had always thought that.
You exited the house at the same time you always did in the early evening. In your time in Ambrose, you developed a routine which called for you to round up the boys for dinner every night at sunset, tourist circumstances allowing. Until you had arrived, it was a miracle if any of the brothers made time to eat a real meal, much less sit down together and bond over it. You had brought a light and stability with you when you arrived in their small town, and your dinner call had become a much-anticipated time of day.
You made your way to the gas station first with a skip in your step, excited to see Bo. You’d gone the whole day without a word from each other. This wasn’t uncommon as he often got wrapped up in maintaining the town, but you missed him all the same. You were about to call out to him in a silly voice as you approached the open garage, but paused upon hearing the sounds of screaming and crashes. Bo’s familiar voice rang out in angry curses against another feminine voice screaming right back. You quickly stepped closer to the station, pressing yourself into the wall, trying to remain hidden. This group of tourists must’ve been particularly troubling, so much so that no one had time to warn you they were here. You’d never been around while strangers were present and your heart pounded in your chest, unsure of what to do. Enter the skirmish or leave before you were discovered and get help? You slowly peeked your head around the corner to see a young woman holding her own against Bo. You covered your mouth to mute your gasp of shock as you watched them struggle with one another. Bo’s lip was busted and he had a good chunk of blonde hair he’d ripped from the woman’s head still wrapped in his fingers. The stranger’s nose looked broken and her scalp was angry and red from the stream of blood dripping into her eyes. If looks could kill, they’d both dead in a ditch in an unmarked grave.
“Christ almighty, you put up a hell of a fight.” Bo smirked as he spat blood onto the ground, keeping his eyes trained on his prey “You’d almost give my girl a run for her money, she’s a feisty one too.”
“Shut the fuck up and stay the fuck away from me you goddamn psycho!” the woman screamed, taking one step back for every one Bo took toward her.
“No there’s no need to use name-calling, baby.” Bo taunted in sickly sweet tone that would make anyone’s blood run cold.
“You killed my friends!” the woman shook with wrath, devastation pulling at her vocal cords
“And I’ll kill you too.” Bo hissed through venom
“Fuck you!”
Bo moved to tackle her. You dug your nails into your palms as you watched them crash into everything, narrowly avoiding one another. Suddenly, the young woman managed to grab a wrench and whip Bo across the face. He fell from the impact and the woman wasted no time jumping onto him and reeling back for another blow. Bo caught her wrists and they struggled once more for the weapon. The woman finally ripped one hand from Bo’s grip and brought her fist down onto his face, repeating the action, willing him to let go of her other arm. With every strike, more blood spewed from Bo’s mouth and nose.
Your eyes widened and your breath halted as your thoughts were silenced by a harsh ringing burning in your ears. You were filled with rage, fear, and desperation as your feet silently, but swiftly carried you forward. You felt yourself shout something causing the woman to face you, but you couldn’t hear yourself and you couldn’t recall the words. All you felt was fire. You weren’t even sure how you got the screwdriver you plunged straight into her neck. It was then you realized everything had been moving in slow motion as the realization of what you did hit you like an oncoming train.
You gasped and covered your mouth as tears you didn’t realize were brimming in your eyes fell fast, burning your cheeks. You took a huge step back, as you saw the woman reach for the screwdriver, anger and pain registering in her eyes. Bo’s eyes were locked on you.
“I-I’m sorry-” You stuttered out as she somehow managed to stand and stumble in your direction. You shuttered as the woman let a scream rip through her throat, so raw and tortured it sent chills down your spine. Before she could move any further, you saw Bo scramble to his feet and rip the screwdriver from the woman’s neck, sending a stream of blood pooling down her body, painting her dark crimson in seconds. Bo held the woman up by her hair, and spared a glance in your direction. He must’ve seen your anguish as he threw her body behind him before kneeling down and delivering a few more stabs to her chest for good measure.
Your vision blurred as questions ran rapid in your head. What had you just done? Did she really deserve that? Did you have to stab her? Did you stab her? Was that your only choice? What have you done? How could you? The questions grew deafening in your brain. Your brain pounded with each second and you couldn’t breathe. You clawed at your eyes, begging for any release from your own mind.
“Darlin’… Y/N, look at me, baby girl. It’s just me, come back to me.” Bo’s voice, low and careful for once, echoed in your head, bringing you back from the brink. Warm, rough hands forced yours away from your face. You must have sunken to your knees as you started to process him kneeling in front of you. He brushed your hair back from where it stuck to your teary face before placing a calloused hand on your cheek. He gently used his thumb to wipe away the tears as they continued to fall. He lowered himself to look at you, but he could tell you weren’t seeing him “I got you, sweetheart. I’m right here.” Slowly, both of your hands moved to cling to the one on your cheek for dear life as he grounded you in reality. Though you had an iron grip on him, Bo could feel your fingers trembling. Your sobs came out short and strangled as you gasped for air. You felt like your throat had closed entirely. Your panicked eyes shot to him.
“I-I can’t b-” you were cut off by your own lungs, burning and choking you.
“Y/N, I need you to breathe. C’mon, breathe for me.” He said urgently. He moved his other hand to rest on your neck to turn your stare toward his eyes, forcing you to focus on him. He could feel your pulse racing under his fingertips. It was so fast it startled him “Deep breaths, now.” He took a deep breath for you to copy and thankfully you were able to do so. With a few more deep intakes of air, you were breathing normally again.
“B-Bo, I…I’m sorry-I didn’t-” He cut you off
“Shh, it’s alright, it’s okay. Just breathe. Don’t got nothin’ to be sorry for, you hear me?” He said as he rubbed circles into your cheek “I’ve got you. You’re okay.” He pulled you closer, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, despite the harsh sting it sent through his busted lip. He lingered there only for a moment in silent thanks to whatever powers that be you were safe. He pulled back to take a look at you, his piercing blue eyes scanning for injuries. While he didn’t find so much as a scratch, he’d never seen you so shaken. Your broken expression made his heart drop into his stomach as he knew there wasn’t a damn thing that he could do to make this easier. It made him wish he could kill that woman all over again for putting you through this.
“I didn’t know…but I…” You could barely manage to string your sentences together “She was… kill you. I couldn’t just…”
“Hey, hey don’t go worrying about this, got it?” He heard you trailing off and he jumped to keep you focused on him. “I’m okay. We’re both safe.”
“Bo…” you cried his name as you buried your face in his chest Your body felt so small and fragile against his as you convulsed with silent sobs. He quietly shushed you as his strong arms came up around you to pull to close, protecting you from the world like so many times before. He wrapped you tight against him, trying to soothe your shaking as best he could. He’d never felt so damn helpless and he hated it.
You don’t know how long you sat there in Bo’s arms, only that when you finally pulled yourself from his chest, the sun had set and darkness had taken over. You suddenly didn’t know whether to feel guilty for making him sit with you so long or moved that he done simply that without a word. Just in staying there with you, Bo showed more patience than you ever knew him to possess.
“Why don’t we get you back to the house?” Bo suggested softly, “Get you cleaned up.” You looked down to examine yourself, having not realized your hands were dried in red and flecks of blood stained your shirt. You looked back up and nodded, still not trusting your ability to speak. Bo painfully got to his feet, biting back a wince from the bruises he’d surely find littering his body later. He carefully pulled you to your feet and ushered you into the passenger side of his truck, taking care to keep your eyes off the corpse you both left behind.
A quick drive up the hill, Bo had you back home. He carried you from the car to your bedroom, despite your insistence you could walk. When you had tried to convince him to set you down, he ignored you. He silently helped you clean yourself up and change into one of his old shirts before tending to himself. By the time he was done washing up, you had regained a bit more clarity and calmed just a bit. While he was adamant about not leaving you alone, you convinced him to go help Vincent with the cleanup. You needed a little time to process for yourself anyway. So, you sat in patient silence while your thoughts ran wild.
You were startled out of your staring contest with the wall when you heard heavy footsteps echoing up the stairs. You shifted your stare to the door just as Bo entered looking just about as haggard as you felt. A dark bruise had taken shape around the cut on his cheekbone from where the wrench had hit him and it stretched to just under his eye. You nearly winced just looking at him.
“What’re you doin’ still awake, darlin’. You ought to be resting.” He drawled out; exhaustion laced in his voice as he ran a hand over the good side of his face.
“I wanted to wait for you.” You told him as you moved closer to the edge of the bed. Bo slowly made his way over to where you sat. His limp was more pronounced, his bad knee angry from the brawl he’d gotten into, no doubt. Before you could mention it, he leaned down to your level and silenced you with a warm, firm kiss. You felt the tension in your body dissipate as you melted into his kiss. You sighed into his lips, still tasting a faint bit of copper on them. You knew he was just trying to distract you from his limp, but you let him get away with it this once. He pulled back and ran a thumb over your bottom lip.
“Why don’t you settle in? Won’t take me long to join you.” He said as he stood back up. You pulled yourself up to your knees to take a better look at the damage done to his face. You moved your hands to further assess the injury, but he caught your wrists in a firm grip, “Don’t worry about it, baby girl, just go to bed.”
“Can I at least get you some ice? Or pain killers?” You asked. He’d taken such care with you that evening, it was only fair you try doing the same.
“No, sweetheart.” He said before kissing you fingers and releasing your wrists.
“But-”
“Y/N.” Bo said sternly. You silently cursed his stubbornness, but relented. You hesitantly sank back into the bed, moving to your side which was farthest from the door. When you began sharing a bed, no matter how you fell asleep, you would wake up to find Bo had shifted so that he was between you and the door. After a few nights, you took the hint and officially claimed that side as yours.
You got under the covers and watched as Bo stripped himself of his hat, shirt, and pants, leaving him in only his underwear. You cringed to yourself at the sight of the bruises along his ribs. He went to the bathroom to brush his teeth before returning and crawling into bed next to you with grunt of pain. He settled himself against his pillow and pulled you into his side like he did every night. He moved you to rest your head on his chest with his arm wrapped around you. He reached over to turn out the lamp so that the only light left was from the moon outside. After a few moments of silence, you nuzzled into Bo’s side with a sigh as your thoughts began to wander back to what you did.
“Get some sleep, Y/N.” Bo’s gravely, fatigued voice echoed in his chest, effectively silencing your thoughts. It was times like this you swore he could read your mind. He could be so in tune with you when it counted.
“Goodnight, Bo.” You whispered. He mumbled sleepily in response as he buried his nose in your hair, breathing you in. You shut your eyes and tried to focus on his steady heartbeat. After a few minutes, sleep finally welcomed you into its embrace.
#bo sinclair#bo sinclair x reader#house of wax#house of wax 2005#slasher x reader#tw: blood#tw: cursing#angst#fluff#slasher imagine#my writing#crash and burn#female reader
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Tales from the Ex-Crypts Vol. 6
When I met the man who would waste my 20's, I was freshly moved out of my abusive/addict home and I will always feel that contributed to me being able to be sucked into his narcissistic web of manipulation, gaslighting, and abuse. The distance between us also made it very easy for him to do/get away with whatever he wanted...
The first 4 years of our "relationship" was very on and off.. he was massively hung up on his ex and she was constantly popping in to make sure she could still just wrap him back around her little finger. He would just disappear during those times, and then call me when she would fuck off again. I don't know why I went back, except he had some kind of hold over me, perhaps it was the comfortable/known factor. In those 'off' times are when I dated others.
So much happens in the span of so many years.. and crazy enough.. there aren't that many "stand out" moments, because the abuse was so normal..
He was very controlling, and expected me to call if I said I'd be home around a certain time. I remember one day, while living in the city and using transit, that I said I'd be home around a certain time. It was literally 4 minutes after the time I said, and he called me demanding where I was because I said I'd be home by then. I was walking across the street from the bus stop to my apartment building.
He was also very jealous/possessive, but as a girl who has almost always been "one of the guys", I have a lot of male friends. He was not super jealous of my friends, but he would get insanely jealous of men online (we gamed together, he got me into PC gaming, and WoW especially). I was not allowed to hang out with/make friends with/talk to other men in game. I still made some amazing friends (who are still friends now). He was also fond of shaming/embarrassing/belittling me in front of others, or showing his ownership or whatever. He would openly treat me like shit, but if anyone else ever said anything even slightly negative or criticizing about me, he would rip them to shreds. One girl in his guild, after witnessing his treatment of me over Ventrillo (a voice program many gamers used back in the day, now it's mainly Discord) and who stupidly had a crush on him, decided to rip on me to him. I'm guessing she read him wrong and thought his treatment of me was because he wasn't happy with me, or didn't love me. He destroyed her so badly, she quit the guild and left the server. He was the asshole that women flocked to and fawned over, and I couldn't even say I was any fucking different. That "bad boy" aura sucked many in.
He was jealous/possessive because he was always cheating on me, with the distance, he was easily able to. The stupid thing was, that he'd brag about it to our guildmates while I was at work/offline. Probably part of why he didn't want me making friends within the guild as well. I don't think he realized this is what made a lot of those who became friends to reach out to me. They were being kind to the kicked puppy.
Most of the shit treatment happened in the last 4.5 years of our relationship, without the "off" times of the first 4 years. But most of the really great times we had together happened during that time too. He could be amazing and sweet and funny... and even with distance, we did spend 4-6 hours talking/hanging out daily.. more than most of my friends who got to see their boyfriends regularly.
The final straw for me, after all of the years of distance, and not moving to the next level with excuse after excuse, was that my sister was getting married and he refused to come to the wedding with me. I was just done at that point, and ended things.
He lost his mind, I don't think he ever expected me to leave, but I just needed to get to a point where I loved myself more than I loved him. The one benefit of the long distance relationship was that my life really didn't change after the relationship ended, minus the hole left where he used to fill my time/thoughts.
Unfortunately, his father passed away within days of my ending things. It was sudden, a heart attack during a blizzard that prevented the ambulance from getting to him in time. He was only in his 50's. My ex was devastated, understandably. He called me 30+ times and I thought he was just being a rage monster so didn't answer. I finally listened to my voicemail(s) and he was bawling in them. This is a man I knew never cried, so I immediately called him. His mother answered, she was at his place to try to comfort him, and he was a mess when he got on the phone. He wanted us to get back together because of his loss. I am sure that the double whammy of our break up and the loss of his father within days of each other was overwhelming, but I told him it was the wrong reason to get back together. I also told him I would be there however he needed as a friend, but he insisted it was the perfect reason to get back together. I told him it wouldn't fix any of the reasons we broke up, and without those things addressed, then there was no reason to get back together and have it work. He hung up on me, because I didn't give him what he wanted and he was hurting. I never blamed him, but stuck to my requirements. I told him over and over that if he wanted me back, he would make his actions meet his words, and drive to my place, knock on my door and sit down and talk like two fucking adults and sort our shit out. That was the ONLY way I would consider getting back together. He never did.
We tried to be friends after the break up, it took us 3 years to achieve it. For the first three years, he would rage whenever it became clear he had zero control over me and not talk to me for weeks/months and then come back.
We then had a great friendship for years after he finally got past that (and got a new gf). We no longer have that friendship though, as he is absolutely insane. He is obsessed with sending voice messages instead of typing/texting. Over the years he had gotten me to get numerous different apps to do so. I deleted most of them because they didn't detect my soft voice so I couldn't respond and it was useless. I have an iphone, he had an iphone, he could send me voice messages that way, but would have to wait for responses until I had time to listen to them (usually after I got home from work) and then would get miserable that I wouldn't respond right away, even though we were just friends at this point.
The last app he asked me to get was Telegram. I hate this app, it is not user friendly and it didn't work well for my non-neurotypical brain to function with. I deleted it almost immediately, told him it made me want to punch babies. He lost his mind over me not liking an app, to the point you'd think it was HIS app that he created. Fast-forward to about a year and a half ago. I had forgotten about the stupid app, started talking to some guy on a dating app who asked if I had it, I said no, they asked me to get it so I did... and then immediately remembered it was the app I hated as soon as I opened it. My ex noticed in the 30 minutes max that I had it installed and messaged me, I responded and said "I'm deleting it again, don't get used to me using it" and deleted it.
He left me 4 raging voice messages on iMsg that were each over 3 minutes long about how I was such an absolutely horrible human (I listened to the first 20-30 seconds of the first message and then deleted the message thread) because of an APP. I was the crazy one because I didn't like an app, and somehow that made me a bad human?? Yeah... sure buddy.. pretty sure it's not normal to get that mad over someone not liking an app (especially when I had deleted many over the years). No idea why he is so obsessed and in love with that app, but we have since deleted every contact with each other and have not spoken since December 2019.
#talesfromtheexcrypts#vol 6#8.5 years of bullshit#why was I so young and stupid#ugh#can't get time back#dodged a bullet#even if I thought he was *the one*#oh well#life goes on#and this is why I will never settle#can't believe I almost ended up with someone like this forever#and thought it was love
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Prompt: Blindfolded
Fandom: Bloodborne Characters: Micolash Host of the Nightmare, Laurence the first Vicar, Choir Leader Yuria (OC) Word Count: 1.970 AO3-Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18718291/chapters/61541248
Summary: Micolash tries to join the choir but blindfolding himself doesn't sit well with him at all...
(Author's note: I have some very specific headcanons about Micolash's upbringing and they are explored in this peace.
Warnings for past child abuse and panic attacks, I guess.)
Written for @badthingshappenbingo
The prompts marked with blood vials have already been filled out, the ones marked with madmen’s knowledge are planned. I am unsure about the unmarked prompts… but if nobody has to say anything, there is the danger that I make “Bloodstained Clothes” just about Laurence have a very untimely nosebleed, so uh, you have been warned. The third time actually. The probability for it is 90 %.
“Joining the choir? Me?”, Micolash said. “Are you sure about this?”
“Look, I know you have your own school.”, Laurence said, taking a sip of tea. Micolash's own cup still stood untouched in front of him, but he knew that Laurence would just drink it once he was gone. He knew him long enough. “But your research and the research of the choir are similar. Besides, the choir actually managed to commune with a Great One. I don't ask you to leave your school, but I think the both of you could benefit from working together.”
Micolash had to consider. It was true, the choir actually had managed to get farther with their research than the School of Mensis, actually having succeeded communicating with a Great One, Ebrietas, who spend her time in the church basement, being the main source of the holy blood. The School of Mensis instead had worked on a ritual, to summon a Great One and maybe even visit the nightmare, a place that had been at the forefront of Micolash's research.
It wouldn't hurt to try.
“Alright.”, Micolash said. “I will spend a day with them and then decide.”
“See.”, Laurence smiled. “I knew it would be a good idea.”
“Just one thing.”, Micolash said, his face turning serious. “Isn't Yuria the leader of the choir? Why her? She did everything in her power to make our life in Byrgenwerth more difficult. How can you so easily trust her?”
Laurence' smile fell at once from his face and he put his tea cup down, stirring it with a spoon. Micolash found that strange, Laurence never put sugar or milk in his tea. He hated sweet things, though it wouldn't surprise Micolash if he actually had put salt in it.
“I don't.”, Laurence said. “That is why I have let her established the choir. To have control over her. If she would have continued her research outside of the church, all their research and knowledge would slip my mind. Believe me, I couldn't believe it myself when she came here and proposed to establish the choir, but I very much prefer her here, where I can watch over everything she and the choir are doing.”
“Just admit it, Laurence, you want me to spy on them.”, Micolash said.
“Maaaybe.”, Laurence said, putting the spoon down and taking another sip of the tea. “That should be all. Get a key to upper cathedral ward from Florence and tell the choir that I send you.”
Micolash knew that the conversation was over. He got up, said his good bye and left Laurence' office, found Florence not far away and got equipped with a key to the upper cathedral ward. Soon he was standing in front of the current choir members and their leader, Yuria.
“Oh, if it isn't Micotrash.”, Yuria taunted. “Don't tell me you want to join the choir.”
Ah, the old nickname. Micolash decided to not let him get to him, he had spend ten years in Byrgenwerth having to hear it and had gotten used to it, unless Laurence who would always flip when Yuria deliberately would call him Lawrence. Or Laurie. Micolash could tell him a thousand times that she just wanted to get a reaction out of him, but it didn't work. Their arguing had become infamous in Byrgenwerth.
“Actually, I do.”, Micolash said. “Lau... Vicar Laurence told me to come and spend a day with you, to help me decide if I want to join.”
“Well then, if you think you have it in you to become a proud member of the choir.”, Yuria said. “As much as it pains me to say it, but I know that you possess the intellect for our research. We can skip the written aptitude test then.”
Micolash actually wouldn't mind having to take the test. He always liked to take tests. They made him feel as if he accomplished something. Especially when he got the best grade.
“What would be next?”, Micolash asked.
“We have to see if the choir robes are looking good on you.”, Yuria said. Micolash doubted that this actually was a requirement, she probably just wanted to ridicule him. He knew that he wasn't possessing the most beautiful face in the world. Especially next to Laurence, the Vicar's face could be considered handsome in several aspects.
“Let's see if we have them in your size...”, Yuria said and gave one of the choir members a hand sign.
“You are even smaller than me, Yuria.”, Micolash said.
“Yes, but I am a woman.”, Yuria waved him aside. “You are awfully small for a man.”
Micolash scrunched up his face, but didn't say anything. Weren't these robes unisex anyway? Whatever, he wouldn't do her the favour to let her get a reaction out of him. The choir member Yuria had send away, returned shortly and handed him the robe. Yuria pointed to a door which turned out to be a small bathroom, clearly he was supposed to change in there.
When Micolash stripped his Byrgenwerth uniform, he felt strange. He always had liked the fabric and the feel of these clothes, so much that he pretty much considered it unbearable to wear something else, outside of a pajama and even that needed to be a very special fabric. Micolash never knew why he was so sensitive with clothes. The choir robe wasn't easy to put on, but he managed and it didn't feel as bad as he had imagined, but it was still irritating. He wondered if he would ever get used to it if he really would join the choir. Or if he would rip off the robes one day and put his old Byrgenwerth uniform back on.
Micolash left the bathroom and Yuria turned around to look at him, lifting her cap so that she could see him.
“Well well, I am impressed, you actually managed to put it on right the first time.”, she grinned. “Even though it looks a bit too big on you.”
“...Has Laurence ever tried one of these on?”, Micolash asked, suddenly interested why his friend still preferred to wear the black church set, even though the choir counted as the highest ranks in the church. He had his vicar robe's of course, but only would wear them for official stuff, never when he just was working in his office or roaming the streets of Yharnam.
“Oh yes, we have let him try it one.”, Yuria said. “He looked stunning in it. So stunning that we decided to tell him, that it wasn't his style. We can't let him steal the show, can we?”
“...Why do I have the feeling that there is more to that?”, Micolash said, trying to find any hints in Yuria's face at what she was thinking, but with her cap pulled down again, Micolash found it unable to do so.
“So, with the robes out of the way, there is only one thing left.”, Yuria lifted another blindfold cup up. “You know that to commune with the Great Ones means that the descent into madness is around every corner. That is why we need more eyes... but not in a literal sense, in a metaphorical sense. We blind ourselves so that we can see.”
Well, that certainly didn't make a lick of sense for Micolash. Master Willem had clearly told they needed more eyes, eyes inside their brains and Micolash had done his fair share to help him collect eyes, to unveil the mystery of the eyes, but he wouldn't complain. He accepted the cap and put it on his head, his vision going dark as soon as his eyes got covered. It made him feel... uneasy, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
“Well then, now let's change the location.”, Yuria said and Micolash felt how someone took his hand, if Yuria or someone else he couldn't say. He just decided to quietly follow them and see what hey had in stock. Or, erm, hear, he guessed. It was hard to see when his eyes were cover.
Micolash thought he could handle it fine, but after a minute or two, the fealing of unease suddenly turned into dread, his chest tightened and his heart seemed to pound twice as fast as usual. As he was still contemplating, if he should just run away, if Yuria had some sick and evil prank planned on him, he heard a voice... a voice he hadn't heard in years. Micolash instantly knew who that voice belonged to.
Him., he thought. Father...
Just like that, Micolash was back. Back in that cottage, back in that closet. He would always lock him away, it didn't matter what Micolash had done, it could have been something as having breathed too loudly. Micolash remembered that closet too well. It was dark and too warm and humid in the summers, dark and freezing in the winters. Whatever the season, it was always dark. Micolash could only orientate himself by touching his surroundings and mostly he remembered empty bottles and clothes. Clothes that felt uncomfortable, were too large for him and that wrapped around his head when he tried to stand up, making it even darker.
Micolash remembered sitting in that closet, shivering, sometimes begging him to let him out, often not saying anything, because he would get punished if he wasn't quiet. He would get punished for making a mess, even if he didn't had a say in it, because he couldn't leave the closet, couldn't ask to leave and he often had to spend hours in it. Or even days? Micolash didn't knew. He just knew that He often left and left Micolash alone, in that dark, tight place and he was so scared that this day He wouldn't return and Micolash would die in that closet, to never be found, because he doubted that anyone of the neighbours knew that he had a child in that cottage.
It was too much. Micolash couldn't sit through this a second longer. He ripped the blindfold cap off his hat and hurled it to the ground.
Yuria turned around at the sudden sound, a surprised “What?” slipping out of her, but Micolash just stood there violently panting.
“I.. I can't.”, he blurted out. “I can't blind myself! I need to see! I don't want to be in the dark, never ever again!”
He then ran away, all the way back to the room they had started in. He was fast, he knew that, he was one of the fastest kids in Byrgenwerth, because he always had ran away from Him, hoping that He would forget about it and not hit him when he came back eventually, hoping that He had passed out in his drunken rage.
Micolash only stopped once he was at the bathroom again, shedding the choir robe and slipping in his Byrgenwerth uniform, leaving the bathroom, running past a very confused Yuria and entering his room, where he stayed for a long while, shivering and sniffling because he had to relive these memories that he tried to forget.
Later, Laurence came by, brought some tea and told him that it was fine, if he didn't want to join the choir, though he looked a tiny bit disappointed. Micolash wasn't in the mood to talk, so Laurence left shortly after.
As Micolash laid on his bed, he noticed that there was something still in his pocket. As he checked it out, he had the key to upper cathedral ward in hand.
Even if he wasn't joining the choir, Micolash decided that he would definitely keep this. It would certainly come in handy, some day. (Author's note: Yuria is an OC I made up to be the first choir leader. She is Yurie's mother and I chose the name because it is a recurring one in Soulsborne, it felt like a given. She actually has always bullied and pranked both Laurence and Micolash when still in Byrgenwerth. I have a few more ideas about her and the choir, but I want to save them for myself for now. Also, I think that Micolash took the eyes a bit more literally. In the Lecture Hall we find glasses filled with eyes and he feels mad enough to try to plant eyes on his brain literally... While I think the choir tried a different approach. Judging by what the Choir achieved and what the School of Mensis achieved, I think the Choir had the right idea. We find the key to Upper Cathedral Ward in Yahar'gul, right?! It did had to land there somehow, so I like to think that Micolash kept it and later students of his school could borrow it. That is also how they managed to abduct choir members to experiment on them. Also, even in a story about Micolash, I can't leave out my favourite Vicar apparently...)
#badthingshappenbingo#blindfolded#bloodborne#fanfiction#micolash host of the nightmare#laurence the first vicar#oc yuria#littlerwritesstuff#past child abuse#panic attack
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Bellarke dying together in battle headcanons:
Clarke has always known that the earth had prepared a grave for her from the moment she stepped out of that drop ship.
It’s like it pulled down at her, harder and stronger with every other thing she faced-the ring of fire, the mountain, the people she loved dead in her arms, a wave of radiation swallowing her whole, missing her friends, her heart for six years;
so she had been expecting this and though this time she didn’t say anything to Bellamy, he sensed it while they were preparing to go into battle;
he was tying his boots next to her and there was a feeling of dread but also deliverance in his eyes; like he knew that this wouldn’t take him anywhere either; like it’s finally going to be over;
so when they are one of the last few standing, bullets flying by, bombs exploding, the air thick with smoke and fire, she’s grateful that most of their friends had retrieved and are safe;
she only wishes he wasn’t the first one of the two of them being shot;
it hits him so fast it’s like someone shooting a tree with a canon ball;
one moment he’s standing tall, face bloody, rifles shooting from both hands and the next they hit him twice, no three times-the chest, his stomach and his left leg and he falls so fast and harsh, she can’t even take a breath;
she screams-it’s guttural and inhumane, like nothing she’s ever heard from herself before, not even when she watched her dad being floated; it’s like the pain that’s part of every atom of her being, pours out;
she starts running to him and when she gets hit it’s like someone burned a flame to her side; she honestly expected it to hurt more but back with praimfaya the pain was so intense, maybe she got used to it, had a better threshold; it’d make sense;
or maybe it was because she was so worried about him that her own pain mattered none;
she doesn’t even register the second one that burns through her back and gets stuck somewhere on her left side or the third that pierces her shoulder so hard she sees the blood splatter with the force of the bullet while she’s running to him, in all it’s ugly glory;
Finally, her feet slow down and she falls; “No, no, no” she mumbles, she’s still a few feet away from him; he’s lying on the ground struggling to breathe, his head is fallen to the side, the blood from his mouth colors the ground and he reaches his hand out to touch her, but she’s too far;
she screams when she pulls herself on her hands, the pain suddenly no longer mild and easy to carry but ripping at her insides with a fever her head once possessed;
she yells when she craws to him, literally leaving a red trail behind her until her fingers touch his, her face falls head in the dusty ground and she cries out of helplessness;
this is it-she won’t be able to make it there, she won’t get to let him hold her one last time; maybe she never deserved it-maybe that was all there was for her-pain and the ground finally welcoming her into the grave it had prepared for her so long ago; who was she to die in the arms of the boy she loved? why would she get that lucky?
she was no different than anyone else and her mistake was always thinking that she was-she’ll die right here, her lungs filling with her own blood, her bones finally resting on the cold surface;
but then his fingers wrap around her wrist and he pulls at her, tugs more like it and she manages to find the strength to look up and find him struggling to bring her way closer to his body;
he cries out too when he manages to drag her barely a feet closer to where she was but it’s enough to give her the strength to raise herself back on her hands and craw to him;
she crashes over his weak body like a wave finally coming home to the shore-surprised that she found her way, not thinking that she ever will, but nonetheless succeeding in her one last desperate endeavor before she dies and goes back sucked into the emptiness of the ocean;
“Clarke-” his voice is weak and when she looks up she finds more blood pooling in his mouth and falling off the corner, like a fountain of pain that needed desperate relief;
“Shh, I’m here.” she says back “I’m here” he tightens his grip on her and she buries her face in the crook of his neck; for a moment she wants to force her hands to move down on his chest, check the injuries but she knows better;
there will be no saving;
her only relief is that if he’s dying so is she; she’s not sure she has the strength to see him go and keep living on this cursed earth;
“I’m sorry” he whispers and she moves up to face him-his eyes are that deep warm brown that they got late in the evening by the campfire-it was always her favorite thing to look at;
her’s were a lighter blue, not that deep stormy cloud one, no, they were clear, like the water, like the summer sky filled with beautiful puffy white clouds, those dreamy ones that make you smile and wonder when you look at them-in both their hearts there was peace;
“Don’t be. I have everything I need here” she whispers and cups his bloody cheek with her hand, her thumb caressing his cheek; her eyes fall to his lips, they’re red from the blood and for a second too long she wonders if maybe she could save him, if she should be fighting harder for him, but then he notices his eyes on her lips too and she swallows hard;
“Can I?” she asks him and he smiles, so bright and beautiful and even happy despite the horrible timing;
she leans and at first it’s a slow and almost shy affair of her lips testing his, taking them in, their softness and fullness, their gentleness that she found in the touch of his fingers on her cheek, but then his hands tighten their grip on her arms, he moves his head up a bit and he’s kissing her back with so much passion and fever that she feels herself smile too;
a moment later, though, her mouth fills with death, her lips take the color of his and she senses the metallic cold grip of the ground pulling them down, reminding them there won’t be a happy ending; that this is what they get;
“I wish we had just a bit more time” he whispers when she brushes the blood from his chin away and buries her face in the crook of his neck, her hand ghosting over his pulse and willing it to stay strong just a while longer;
“Oh yeah?” she asks quietly;
“Even a day would be enough.”
“What would we do?” she asks, feeling her blood spill all over his body, mixing in with his and then soaking the ground beneath them;
good, if the earth wanted them so badly, it would have them, but it better know they’re not leaving without putting a trace of their existence before that first;
“I’d take you to the sea” he whispers, his voice growing more and more tired by the second “Like we were first supposed to. I’d drive us there with the rover, you’d talk the whole time about everything around us, the trees, the weather, the flowers, even the damn clouds in the sky. You’d be loving that world despite it doing nothing in return but hurting you because that’s who you are.” she feels her tears spill on his skin and her hand moves to grip the shirt on his chest, willing him to just keep talking;
“And then?”
“When we arrive, you’d jump off the rover and toss your clothes away while running, leaving them as crumbs for me to follow you at but I’d stay a second too long...I’d take the time to watch your body hit the waves, the smile on your face, your laughter filling the air.”
“Why?”
“To get drunk on the sound of your happiness.” he responds and his hand falls over hers;
“The water will be cold, too cold, but I’d follow you right in; I’d pick you up in my arms and watch a wave crash in your back. You’d yell, then giggle, then splash more water on my chest, get my hair wet just so you can make fun of me, knowing how much I hate it” she smiles on that, he knew her so well “Then you’d climb on my back and make me carry you around and I’ll get sick of it, toss you in the water, then pick you up bridal style and kiss your nose, your cheeks, your eyes...then your lips.”
“And after?”
“After we’d lay on the beach on a blanket; I’d put my head in your lap and doze off while you draw the horizon; then you’d tickle me to wake me up, tease me, poke my ribs, my cheeks and finally I’d get up, pin you to the ground, kiss you.”
“Only kiss?” she teases and he chuckles. More blood pools from his mouth and he coughs a moment too long; she feels his lungs struggling to come up for air while she grows more and more tired;
Maybe she’d be the first to go, maybe she won’t have to watch the life drain from his eyes?
“Oh we’ll do more than kiss, alright” he promises, voice barely there. He turns his face to hers and their foreheads touch “And in the evening?” she asks again, she needs more and more of that fantasy “You’d get cold and I’d spoon you to keep you warm; Kiss your neck, your ear, your shoulder and hold you to my chest until you’re warm enough.”
“It sounds really nice, Bell.” she tells him, feeling her eyes droop. In a moment of panic, he reaches to cup her cheek and shake her a little just to keep her here with him “I wish we had that.”
“I wish that too, princess.” he moves closer and gives her another sweet and long kiss before he pulls away “I’m...I’m a little scared.” he admits and she squeezes his hand back;
“I think we’ll be fine. I think...we’ll be okay.” she says back, not really sure how she knows this but feeling it in her heart. “What if we don’t see each other...after?”
“Impossible.”
“How can you be so sure?” he asks and he sounds like a young boy lost in the middle of a storm. She cups his cheek and this time she’s the one to initiate a kiss “Because I love you. Because...the moon doesn’t go anywhere without its stars” she says, her fingers trailing the freckles on his cheek;
He nods, as if completely convinced that she’s right and he must be because his tremors quiet down but at the same time the grip on her hand gets looser and his eyes start to droop more.
“Do you think we’ll see them?”
“Who?”
“Jasper...Monty, our friends? Our parents?”
“I hope so. I really want my dad to meet you.”
“Somehow I’m not sure about that dying thing anymore.” he jokes and she chuckles at his ability to do that even now, at his strength to joke about the end of their lives.
A shiver runs down her spine and she feels a sharp pain in her chest; So sharp, she squeezes his hand and whispers his name in a plea but when she opens her eyes she finds his face slack, his cheek in her hand too cold, he was already too far gone, just minutes away.
“Clarke-” he suddenly says in a last desperate moment of strength “I love you. You know that right? You know how much I love you? I always have.”
“I love you too, Bell...I love you so much.” something in both of them calms down, the fear escapes their eyes and they just hold each other and look at each other’s eyes until his close;
his hand gets limp in hers and she can no longer feel his breathing moving her hair;
her eyes well with tears, her vision blurs and she wants to brush at her face angrily so she could see him properly one last time but then there’s another sharp pain in her chest, her breath hitches and she feels blood in her mouth;
she dies with her lips parted, trying to say his name, to bring him back to her, for just another moment too long, but like with the day by the sea that they never get, neither does the world, the earth, grand her one last precious minute with the boy that holds her heart;
#bellarke fanfiction#bellarke#bellarke fanfic#bellamy blake#clarke griffin#angst#major character death#im sorry this just came to me#AND IT MADE ME SO SAD#but i wanted to write it out#oh man im so sad#im so sorry#my headcanons#headcanons
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