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that1emowitch · 8 months ago

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At the end of the world / Or the last thing I see / You are never coming home, never coming home

Prompt from @tuna-f-b: Do you still do request? If yes and angst is o.k: what would happend i all the bats died? Like how would the hero community react. The supers alone. Clark having to deal with losing his best friend(?) and the kids he basically co parented- as well as seeing his sons lose their best friends(?) Specially as ships that would be awesome angst

A/N: I'm not crying you're crying (Also, for those who don't know, Izzy is Duke's canon gf and one of the Robins from We Are Robin)

Words: 2504

TW: Mentions of blood, Major character death, Coping with loss, Self-blame, Mentions of relapse (drugs)

“If you’re watching this, I am either deceased or indefinitely unable to continue my duties as Batman. But the world still needs Batman. Gotham still needs Batman. My son Damian Wayne, if he is an adult, shall inherit my mantle— if not, Dick Grayson will take over until he is. In the event that he, too, is unavailable for any reason, the mantle goes to Tim Drake, after him, to Cassandra Cain, then Duke Thomas, then Stephanie Brown, then Jason Todd, should he accept it.”

In the video recording, Batman pauses, taking a deep breath.

“In the unfortunate event that the entire family is… deceased… I have a list of contingency plans on both the Bat-Computer and the Justice League’s primary databases. Oracle will help you access it, but in her… absence… the password is “a6ghr83kc02m”.”

Then video-Bruce takes off the cowl, his pale blue eyes looking straight into the camera.

“I know I was never the best with feelings. But I would like my children, my allies, and friends to know that I’m proud of you. And to my fellow Justice Leaguers… Diana and Clark, I am truly grateful for your companionship. I would never have made it this far without you. Barry, Arthur, Dinah, J’onn, you’ve all been good friends. Oliver, Hal… you’re not so bad either.”

Bruce turns around, and looks over his shoulder, the shadows of the Batcave making the scene even more dramatic.

“I wish you good luck.”

Then the clip ends.

A shuddering breath leaves Clark.

It’s real.

He’s really… They’re all…

He can’t do this anymore. He turns around and walks out the door, leaving the other core Justice Leaguers staring sombrely at the now-blank screen.

He doesn’t know when he started flying, when he started trying to escape. The walls of the Watchtower seem to be suffocating him, but he has enough sense not to just leave the airlock yet.

Instead he finds a corner by a window, far, far away from the others, where he can see a majestic view of Earth, the moon, and the Sun in perfect sync with each other.

He falls to his knees.

His breathing’s uneven, a tear rolls down his cheeks.

Then he feels a hand on his shoulder— soft, trembling, yet steady.

“Kal,” Diana whispers, sitting on the floor next to him. She doesn’t continue— she isn’t sure what to say.

“They’re all going to die, you know? We’re going to bury all of them. Everyone on Earth, everyone we know.” Clark’s voice trembles, in a way Superman’s never does. “It scares me so much.”

“Kal,” Diana says again, pulling Clark into a hug. “It’s okay. We’ve lost… We’ve lost so many of our friends. It’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to grieve.”

“How are you— how are you so—” Clark can’t form his words properly. He turns to Diana, to see her face tight with grief, eyes misty with unshed tears.

Her voice breaks slightly as she speaks. “I don’t want to believe they’re gone. But… we have to carry on. We’re the Justice League. Our people need us, Kal.”

“So we just go on and on? Forever?” Another tear runs down his cheek. “Ollie, Hal, Dinah, Lois, Jon, they’re all going to… they’re all going to die one day and we just have to… to go on?”

“I’m sorry, but it is the truth,” Diana whispers, her eyes stinging with hot tears. “We must find peace in the fact, right now, that Batman— Bruce, the Robins, they— they were so brave. Brave till the end. And they fell as warriors, defending our world. I’m sure they’ll all reach Elysium.”

“And Dickie, Damian, Jason, Tim, Cass, Duke—” Clark’s voice is hoarse. “They were so young, just kids… I… I know Dick, Jay, Tim, Cass… they were adults, but… they’re gone, they’re gone…”

“They were heroes, like you and me. Don’t forget that.”

“I… I know, I just—” Another shuddering breath escapes Clark. “I just— I…”

“It’s okay,” Her voice is forcefully steady, but with an undertone of heartbreak. “It’s okay…”

Dinah looks around the room, her heart heavy.

Clark has left, Diana’s gone after him— both of them need their space, she knows. They were close to Bruce and the other Bats in a way no one else in this room was.

Was.

The word still weighs down on her.

Hal speaks up finally, breaking the deafening silence. “I always thought he hated me.”

No one replies for a long moment.

“I miss the kids,” Barry says finally, his voice quiet. “They were just… Robin was only 14. The others, even Nightwing, they had… they had their whole lives ahead of them.”

More silence.

“Jason, when he was Robin— do y'all remember? Kid was always my favorite,” Ollie says finally. “Was always so sassy. Roy loves him.”

Loves. Dinah winces, but doesn’t correct him. It’s easier to believe they’re just gone for a little while.

“Bruce was a good man,” Arthur adds. “They all were.”

“Tim was, I believe, the smartest,” J’onn says, somber. “It was his plan that allowed us to save Earth.”

“Damian!” Dinah says suddenly, jumping from her seat. “His… his mother. She shouldn’t have to find out from someone else.”

Everyone freezes, faces tight.

Dinah sighs, looking down. “I’ll do it.”

Then she leaves the room, dragging what feels like a heavy weight tied to her soul. She has to do this.

Roy’s sitting in a corner of his apartment, hugging his knees. All he can think of is Jason.

He’s never coming back.

He can still feel the lingering ‘goodbye’ kiss Jason gave him not two days ago, he can still hear him say, “I’ll be back before you know it, babe.”

He never came back.

He’s dead. Dead— dead dead dead DEAD DEAD—

“Small Red not okay?” A booming voice snaps Roy out of his thoughts. He looks up to see Bizarro’s pale blue skin and cold eyes looming over him. He’s crying. “Red him coming back.”

It takes Roy a second to register that Bizarro speaks backwards. It takes everything in him to not punch him for saying that, for giving him false hope.

He feels something he hasn’t felt in years— feels that whisper in his mind— one hit and it’ll all feel better. Just one hit.

NO! He screams mentally. He feels like bashing his head open.

Instead he lifts his dead eyes to survey the rest of the room— Kori’s on the couch, staring into space. Artemis has a crying Lian in her arms, she’s showing her something— old photos of Jason. Talking, whispering in a broken voice.

No, no he should be the one comforting Lian—

What’s he gonna say?

That— That Jason— That her Papa’s gone forever? That he’s never— he’s never coming back?

No— Jay— Jay deserved so much better, he— he already died once before, he’s been through so much, things were supposed to be better now— not— no, he’s—

Roy feels Bizarro sit beside him, gently patting his arm.

He snaps out of his thoughts again, turning to Jason’s former teammate, his eyes red-rimmed. His voice raw, he whispers, “Jay’s gone…”

Wally’s standing in the Hall of Heroes, staring up at the holographic projection of Dick— he looks so majestic, so mighty, staring ahead with nothing but hope and courage in his eyes.

Nothing like the cold, dead body that Wally held in his arms just two days ago.

He’s surrounded by his teammates, his friends— Kaldur, M’gann, Artemis, Zatanna, L’gann, Garth— yet he feels so alone.

He sees it again— Dick bleeding out it his arms, his wounds so fatal he died before help arrived. Wally’s the fastest man alive, damn it, yet he couldn’t even save his best friend— his boyfriend. He feels the moment when Dick’s breathing stopped, when his body went limp, when his grip on Wally’s hand loosened.

Everyone’s quiet. M’gann’s stress baking again, L’gann by her side. Artemis and Zatanna are sitting together, Garth’s lingering in a corner, and Kaldur’s standing right beside Wally— close enough for comfort but not so close he’s lurking. He’s shaking.

He can still hear it, hear Dick forcing out his last words, telling Wally it’s okay, that he loves him, that it’ll be fine.

It’s not fine. Not without you.

He wants to scream.

He wants to cry, yell, hit something, do anything.

But he can’t move.

So he just stands there, almost as still as the holographic projection of Dick before him.

Kon is left reeling.

Tim… Tim is…

Tim’s dead.

Tim’s really gone.

He thinks, for just a second, that this is how Tim and Cassie must have felt when he and Bart “died”.

Bart is sitting beside him on the couch, leaning on his side, Cassie’s got her head on his lap. Neither of them speak— Bart’s not even fidgeting— they’re all just trying to be there for each other.

The other Titans are up and about, but staying close for comfort. Jaime and Gar are making food for everyone in the kitchen, Raven and Vic have come back to the tower to make sure the others are okay, and he’s sure Karen’s around too, somewhere.

Yet he feels so empty.

Feels nothing at all.

How can he, when his best friend is dead?

Jon hasn’t spoken in a bit. Not when his Mom brought him his favorite soup, not when Grandma and Grandpa showed up to ‘help’ him and Dad through this, not when Krypto plopped down beside him to comfort him.

He hugs the dog close.

Krypto’s technically Kon’s, but Jon’s sure Kon wouldn’t mind if he stole Krypto for a day.

Another sob escapes him, and he buries his head in Krypto’s back. The dog whines, licking Jon’s hand.

He can’t believe Damian’s gone.

Really gone.

And he didn’t know just how much he would miss his friend.

Dinah finds Talia Al Ghul on a building in Metropolis, overlooking the city. Her face is tight with sorrow, but she keeps herself in check, her back straight, head held high.

She already knows, Dinah deduces.

“I… I’m sorry,” Dinah starts, unsure of what to say. She knows, from her experience as a psychologist, that ‘sorry’ is the last thing a grieving person wants to hear, but she doesn’t have anything else to say.

Talia doesn’t reply for a long time. Then she says, her voice numb, “I should have known, when bringing Damian into this life, that I would also be bringing him amidst the dangers that come with.”

Dinah’s brows furrow. “It’s not your fault. You couldn’t have done anything at all.”

“I should have trained him better, I should have kept him close, I should—” Talia takes a shuddering breath. “I should have never brought him into this life.”

Dinah can’t argue with that— she knows how Damian had come to be, and it… wasn’t the best birth ever.

“Now leave, hero,” Talia says, her voice numb and cold. “Go back to protecting the world. Leave me be.”

Dinah wants to say something better, comfort the woman, but she can’t. So she just turns back, and leaves.

By the time Harper Row makes her way to the Clock Tower, there’s already quite a crowd there— Kate, Renee Montoya, Harley, Ivy, Silena, and Helena Bertinili— they’re crowding around Babs, comforting her. Luke Fox and Isabella Ortiz are at the computer, looking through something.

Harper tries to open her mouth to speak, but she can’t get the words out.

She makes her way over to Luke and Izzy, shoulders hunched.

Just three days ago she’d been hanging out with Duke and Izzy and Cass and Steph— they’d all been so carefree, so happy…

And now…

Once she gets close enough she realizes Izzy’s crying, and immediately wraps her arms around the shorter girl. Harper’s trying to hold back tears of her own, too. She feels Luke putting a hesitant hand on her shoulder, squeezing tight.

No one speaks for a long time, they just stand together, seeking comfort in each other.

Then Babs rolls her wheelchair to the center of the room, wiping at her bloodshot eyes. But when she speaks, she sounds surprisingly steady. She’s compartmentalizing, Harper realizes. Putting away Barbara and bringing Oracle back.

“Gotham needs her heroes, now more than ever,” Oracle says, head held high. “We must honor our friends by doing the one thing they’d have wanted— to keep fighting. Keep Gotham safe.”

She sighs, her face tight to fight away tears. “Luke. Batman’s contingency plan, in the Robins’ absence, was to pass you the mantle of Batman. Do you accept?”

Luke’s eyes grow wide slightly, but he straightens himself, looking away. “I… I accept. Dad isn’t going to be happy, but… Gotham needs Batman.”

“Thank you.” Oracle nods at him. “As per Bruce’s will, all Wayne assets, the Manor, and the Batcave are split between Kate, me, Alfred, and Lucius. I… Lucius and I are still figuring out who’s going to take over Wayne Enterprises, but on the vigilante side, I’ve got a plan.”

She turns to Ivy, Harley, Kate, Silena and Helena. “The Birds of Prey are needed here, now more than ever. Dinah— Black canary has offered to help us with Gotham, too.”

Harley nods, sniffling. Beside her, Ivy speaks up, “The… Most Rogues aren’t happy about this. They’re not rampaging— Bane has fashioned his own version of the Batsuit, he’s going around ‘saving’ people, screaming that Batman never dies. The Joker’s searching for Lazarus Pits and Bruce’s body. Jervis Tetch and Nygma held a get-together yesterday, in the memory of the Bats. I… I think they might help us.”

Harper’s gotta admit, she’s quite surprised about this. Even Babs freezes, taking in this information.

“Gotham needs Robin as much as she needs Batman,” Izzy speaks up from beside her, her voice small but firm. “The Robins can come back, this time you can give us formal training so we can actually help.”

Oracle turns to Luke. “Taking on Robins is your decision, Batman.”

Luke winces at that title— it doesn’t feel like an honor to him, it just feels like an incessant reminder that he’s the last one left. Because his friends are dead. But he nods, anyway, not trusting himself to speak right now.

Then Oracle addresses Harper. “I… would you like to be Batgirl?”

Harper’s heart stops. Memories flash into her head— seeing Steph in the Batgirl costume, seeing Cass in the Batgirl suit, both of whom are now gone.

“N— No,” Harper stutters out, eyes tearful. “I can’t— I’m sorry, Babs. I appreciate the offer, but… Cass was Batgirl. I can’t take her place.”

“I understand.” Babs just nods, lips pursed, misty-eyed. “We will all need to work hand-in-hand until everything settles, we will need to be vigilant. Carry on Batman’s legacy, for as long as we may need to.”

No one speaks again.

They all just let it sink in, hearts heavy.

They’re going to have to do this alone now.

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koishua · 7 months ago

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queen of tears spoilers!!

identity is above all else, it seems like. ep 14 of queen of tears ruined me in all the good ways. when the question is "do you want to die as yourself?" vs "are you willing to live at the cost of who you are as a person?", the ultimate answer hae-in gives is no. she'd rather come to peace with the prospect of death with all of her memories of loving and, in turn, being loved coming with her. the death of memories is more painful than the death of her life itself. hyunwoo begging and sobbing in her arms does not deter her, however much she wants to keep on living. as herself. keep on living as the hong hae-in who loved dearly and who was loved, desperately so.

a loss of identity is death to everything that ever had a hand in helping her become who she is now. this brings me to the phrase "death is for the living". the dead do not mourn or face the aftermath of their last breath in the world of the living. the living, those who are left behind, are the ones who truly know what death is. so it is painful when hyunwoo, the man who isn't struck with the terminal illness bound to take her life any time soon, begs almost on his knees for hae-in, the woman who's counting the seconds left she has to live, to give up her sense of self. it's understandable how both of them stand strong in their desires. one fears becoming a stranger to all that she loves and one fears becoming familiar to life without the one he cannot live without. so he does everything in his power to have her take the surgery (all effort is in vain, she will not give up her identity).

i love this episode so much. im still only halfway through it but i had to give my two cents. such a beautifully tragic dilemma of two people who love. one loves by wanting to remember, one loves by giving everything to make her live. have a taste of love again for the first time. he says that he'll be the first person she'll meet and get to know again after the surgery. that he will still be there for her when she wakes up a completely different, empty, and lost person. he wants her to live, does not care if she'll ever even be able to reconnect with him ever again. he believes that she deserves to wake up another day and smile. to still be able to make new memories.

in the end they're both very selfish people who love selflessly.

edit: help me my stomach hurts from laughing so hard oml not him using his face and body card to annoy her into living. using jealousy as a mean to motivate her to take the freaking surgery and live ugh im in tears ahhahahah i love how if she doesn't become convinced the first few times when he's nice, he just intentionally pisses her off or annoys her into doing things to help herself 😭😭 thr only way to get hae-in motivated to live: make her mad at himself and have her do beneficial things out of sheer SPITE

edit 2: NO WHAT THE FOUK JUST HAPPENED POOR HYUNWOO OH MY GOD the way he lost all strength in his knees my god he crumbled in front of her feet he got a taste of what losing her felt like with that massive crash im still in shock i can't imagine having to witness that and trying to get through the car window to help save her and then not find her there?? and then she appears unscathed thankfully and he feels like a bucket of ice cold water drops over his head??? man they have to be so much more careful from now on bc the amount of yandereism the other guy is exhibiting ugh and the evil mother saying she'll help him out with "i can't stop till the moment i die" wtf??? OMG SHE'S GETTING THE SURGERY WHAT WHAT WHAT "i promised i would never make you cry after we get married" WOMAN HE'S BEEN SOBBING HIS SOUL OUT EVERY EPISODE SINCE!!!! 😭😭 ALSO NOOOOO NOT MY BOY SOOCHEOL GOING THROUGH IT AGAIN I CANT TAKE IT PLS MAKE HIM HAPPY WITH HIS LITTLE FAMILY I WILL CRYYYYYYYY he's gonna have MAJOR trust issues lmfao

#tp #cinema time!#queen of tears #my gut is telling me she won't forget a single thing lmfao #NOOOOOOOOOOOOO WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF #WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK NO NO NO NO NO NO NO #I KNEW IT THINGS WERE GOING WAY TOO SMOOTHLY I FUCKING KNEW IT YOU FUCKING BIIIITCHHHH YOU ASSHOLE YOU #OH MY GOD YOU EVIL FUCKING GREMLIN I CANT I CANT I KNEW IT I WAS TOO OPTIMISTIC I FUCKING KNEW IT #HAE-IN MY GIRLIE POP PLEASE I KNOW YOU CAN RECOGNIZE THE EVIL IN HIS EYES THAT AIN'T YOUR MAN #the end of this episode is fr hyunwoo's villain arc he's had eNOUGH #yoon eunseok you fucking bitch fight me

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beantothemax · 10 months ago

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The obligations of a general were wonderful. How Selena loved her job, subduing bandits and helping those in need. But somewhere along the line, it changed with the emperor.

It had all come crashing down when prince Lyon commanded her to kill queen Ismaire.

"She doesn't need to die, we can get to the sacred stone without killing her!" Selena protested.

"Silence, or you'll meet Glen's fate," Lyon's hollow form snapped.

Gods, how she hated what Lyon had become, but her family did not deserve the pain that would follow her protest. She lead a platoon to Jehanna hall, praying that the soldiers of Jehanna might kill her. At least then, she would die an "honorable" death, charging into the territory of a people who did nothing but show them kindness.

Unfortunately, her prayers were left unanswered. The soldiers fell dying for their nation and queen, truly honorable deaths. Even in the face of an invader, even when they lost limbs or bled till their faces were pale, they would not stand down

At last, she reached the throne room. There stood only Ismaire and Carlyle. Selena had not met Carlyle herself but judging by some soldiers' accounts, he was... strange. Certainly not worse than Valter or Riev, but he didn't share Glen's attitude either.

"Please, Ismaire, we could be happy somewhere far away!" he pleaded.

"I-I cannot abandon my people!" Ismaire cried.

Carlyle seemed not to care that a Grado general watched him. He took the queen in his arms, laughing as he described the life they might have.

It lasted only for a moment. Selena tore Ismaire from his grasp, pushing him to the ground.

"Silence!" she commanded, a spell falling over him.

He did not move, speak or even cry.

"What did you do to him?" Ismaire wept.

"He's- he's okay. He'll wake up in some hours with no lasting injuries," Selena murmured.

Ismaire's eyes met Selena's. Behind them, despite everything, was a hope for the future.

"It's not right to kill someone who cannot defend themself," Selena began, "Your majesty, take my blade. I'll allow you some moments to breathe if need be."

Selena held out her dagger, which Ismaire hesitantly accepted. She examined it carefully. It was well made, sharp and glimmered in the light, unlike anything Selena could ever dream of just a decade prior.

And now, she offered it to her next victim in hopes of a fair fight.

...This fight was never fair, not even in the slightest. It was an invasion with far more military might than would ever be necessary for such a passive and peaceful country.

Selena fell to her knees at Ismaire's feet and wept.

"Pray, forgive me your majesty! I cannot bring myself to kill a queen as caring and thoughtful as you. All you have done to Grado since you became queen was aid us and we repay you with an invasion and attempt on your life!" Selena cried and cried, "Kill me if you wish, I know no torture could ever make up for how I have damaged your nation."

At the silence, Selena looked up. Ismaire had retreated some meters back, staring down at her with terror Selena could scarcely recognize.

"You're the fluospar." Ismaire muttered.

"Yes, that is true," Selena answered.

"We met once. You were so kind back then. You spoke only of how it is our duty as the privileged to help those less fortunate."

"...I still hold that belief. I am ashamed I lost myself in my adoration for Vigarde, I know not why I followed his orders to kill innocents."

"He's dead."

"Yes."

"I'll spare your life."

"...You will?"

Just then, the door burst open. All Selena could do was jump to the queen's side, tome in hand. She would have commanded her soldiers to fall back and, cease the assault had she not seen a dozen familiar faces. People of a mercenary group lead by someone she later learned was princess Eirika.

Ismaire showed her mercy, though it is doubtful her son and his companions would as well.

OUGH……. A PART OF SELENA HOPING SHE FALLS IN BATTLE TRYING TO REACH ISMAIRE SO SHE WONT HAVE TO FIGHT HER….. and selena not being ably to bring herself to someone who has done no wrong…………………….. desperately need to finish sacred stones so I can see ephraim route and know things about her,,

@vinegar-on-main LOOKIE

#asks #pie-knight #inbox fic

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dereality-existence · 4 months ago

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came into ur inbox bc yes >:)

How do you think Adam and Lute fell in love with each other? And what do you think Adam’s smile actually meant in the finale of season 1?

If they truly fell in love with each other, then I think it was somewhat an instant soulmate connection. Their relationship looks like this type of dynamic: "God, she's so me. She's the one who understands me" "Damn, he's literally me. He actually understands me"

To add more, I think they're not officially in a relationship and didn't confess to each other due to their personalities. Heh, I even think that they probably didn't even realize that they loved each other, being in deep denial. Lute seems bold, harsh, and a warrior type, so I think love to her is something she can't achieve or cannot have because: "love is for others; I'm a warrior, and I have no time for sentimental shit!". While Adam, well, this guy has a terrible history with relationships, so he probably thinks that: "love is a piece of shit, a lie, only losers doing this love shit." With that, we have two "wall" characters who cannot break through. They are probably considering their relationship as just a strong friendship and colleagues: "Psht, c'mon, he's my commander! There could be nothing serious between us! Look at how awesome and sexy he is, and then look at me! We just can't be together!" "Psssht, c'mon, it's Lute, duh! She's my lieutenant! For sure I would bang her, but a relationship… Naaah, we both understand that this is shit!! Right, Lute???" So I think their love dynamic is complicated.

What could break those "walls"? A brick. Usually in a simple story, "a brick" is some kind of rival love interest who's appearing out of nowhere. But here, if we count on Adam surviving, it's his death that is "a brick." Such a huge turning point for sure would make their relationship progress.

About Adam's smile. I got it as a mix. It's him being satisfied that he wasn't dying alone, seeing the only woman that remained loyal and close to him till this very moment: "Oh, so I can be loved by someone after all…"

Plus, him being glad that it's all over and that he's actually dying. I don't know how to describe it, but it could be felt in his smile. Him being at peace that finally he's free, not responsible for anything anymore. I bet he spent both of his earthly and heavenly lives being: "Adam, you need to do that." You need to take care of your wives, you need to build, you need to make children, you need to feed them, you need to protect them, you need to survive, now you're an angel and you need to do angel things (probably), you need to do this, you need to do that. Extermination is the other topic; it's probably his own idea, but still, another responsibility on him. I think deep down this guy wanted to die or get a proper rest. I understand that Niffty's stab was extremely painful, but still, it surprises me how he doesn't even flinch when she proceeds. He just quietly surrendered and welcomed his own death, in contrast to his usual struggling and persistent nature. Throughout the entire series, I had the feeling that Adam was suffering from depression and low self-esteem, perhaps even self-hatred, hiding it all under a mask (lol irony) of a "jerk".

#ask #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel theory #thoughts

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crabknight · 10 months ago

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The obligations of a general were wonderful. How Selena loved her job, subduing bandits and helping those in need. But somewhere along the line, it changed with the emperor.

It had all come crashing down when prince Lyon commanded her to kill queen Ismaire.

"She doesn't need to die, we can get to the sacred stone without killing her!" Selena protested.

"Silence, or you'll meet Glen's fate," Lyon's hollow form snapped.

"Please, Ismaire, we could be happy somewhere far away!" he pleaded.

"I-I cannot abandon my people!" Ismaire cried.

Carlyle seemed not to care that a Grado general watched him. He took the queen in his arms, laughing as he described the life they might have.

It lasted only for a moment. Selena tore Ismaire from his grasp, pushing him to the ground.

"Silence!" she commanded, a spell falling over him.

He did not move, speak or even cry.

"What did you do to him?" Ismaire wept.

"He's- he's okay. He'll wake up in some hours with no lasting injuries," Selena murmured.

Ismaire's eyes met Selena's. Behind them, despite everything, was a hope for the future.

"It's not right to kill someone who cannot defend themself," Selena began, "Your majesty, take my blade. I'll allow you some moments to breathe if need be."

And now, she offered it to her next victim in hopes of a fair fight.

...This fight was never fair, not even in the slightest. It was an invasion with far more military might than would ever be necessary for such a passive and peaceful country.

Selena fell to her knees at Ismaire's feet and wept.

At the silence, Selena looked up. Ismaire had retreated some meters back, staring down at her with terror Selena could scarcely recognize.

"You're the fluospar." Ismaire muttered.

"Yes, that is true," Selena answered.

"We met once. You were so kind back then. You spoke only of how it is our duty as the privileged to help those less fortunate."

"...I still hold that belief. I am ashamed I lost myself in my adoration for Vigarde, I know not why I followed his orders to kill innocents."

"He's dead."

"Yes."

"I'll spare your life."

"...You will?"

Ismaire showed her mercy, though it is doubtful her son and his companions would as well.

pie this is sooo goioopooifood

crying in the club rn

#I cannot describe #but it's very good #I like it a lot #asks #pie #inbox fic #crab emblem

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outerrimhours · 2 years ago

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Rex smut plz but like make it lovingly

Ask and you shall receive anon. Thank you!

4,592 words, all written with love for Rex, and you anon.

When It's All Gone

Fem AFAB Jedi x Captain Rex

Summary: You and Rex crash on an island waiting for help. Emotions are high, you’re reeling from the toll of war and confide in Rex about how you feel.

Warnings/tags: Mature! Angsty, mentions of death, injury, descriptions of war, virgin! Reader, PTSD, nightmares, piv (be safe people), creampie (god I can’t believe I just wrote that), trauma, fluff, aftercare, fingering, of age padawan! (18+), loving, praise kink, panic attacks. I think that covers it, let me know if not.

Songs: This Side of Paradise - Coyote Theory, Dusk Till Dawn - FiloChill, and Hurts So Good - Astrid S

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The battlefield lay quiet, a graveyard of the unburied. Battle droids littered the ground like metallic flowers. The sun still shone and the wind still blew, yet Clone Troopers, brothers, friends lied so still in the dirt. Their souls long departed to some celestial plane. Your feet remained grounded, unable to move, lightsaber gripped so tightly against your palm blood began to smear. All you could take in was the vexatious ringing in your ears. The faster your heart pounded, the more metallic your mouth tasted. Blaster smoke began to subside and you could hear a muffled, familiar voice.

“General”, Captain Rex spoke, placing a hesitant gloved hand against your shoulder. You could see the outline of brown amongst the dead troopers, a metallic hilt incandescent in the dirt. Your mouth was sticky with blood and painful to speak, tongue dry against the flesh of your cheeks.

“Master Aryss”, you whispered, tunnel vision taking over. You couldn’t feel your legs moving, but knew they carried you in her direction. As your footfalls approached, crunching the gravel beneath, she remained still. She was so peaceful, eyes closed and lifeless. If it weren’t for the blood coagulating against her temple, you could have believed she was simply meditating.

“Master”, you cried out, knees bruising as they collapsed to the ground. You cradled her head, unable to truly believe she was dead. You could feel the bile rising and burning your esophagus. The sudden smell of blood and blaster fire nauseating. If it weren’t for the sobs that wracked your body, you would have heard the approaching droids in the distance.

“General”, Rex protested, an obvious rise in alertness. You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t stand. In that moment, you wanted to die next to your master. Why were you allowed to live?

If all the neurons in your brain hadn’t flooded all the pain to your heart, you would have felt the piercing sharpness of Rex’s armor as he dragged you to your feet, fingers gripped forcibly around your brachium. He was running, dragging your uncooperative body along in one hand, blaster in the other. Battle droids appeared over the hill, firing unrelenting shots in your direction. Your amygdala finally diverts your flight response enough to run faster alongside Rex, meeting the metal of the empty transport ship.

“I need you to fly us out of here General”, Rex shouted, “I’ll hold the clankers off”.

You quickly navigated the transport ship off the ground, desperate for an escape. Before the ship was able to reach the upper atmosphere you were hit with fire from a separatist battleship, throwing Rex against the wall. Smoke fumed from the wing, alarms screaming for attention.

“We’re not going to make it to the randevu. I’ll have to map us to the closest planet.”

You wanted desperately to check on the Captain, but fought with the ship to keep control. If you were going to do anything, it was keeping the clone alive.

The ship exited hyperspace at an alarming rate, entering the unknown planet like a lone meteor. All you could do was brace for impact.

Every fiber of your being ached. Your hands reaching out for anything, only to clutch thin particles that pooled through your fingertips. You could feel your robe clinging to your sweat soaked skin, blood sticky and cold against your hair. You expected silence. Expected to reach out into nothingness. But as you regained your senses, you could hear the crackling of fire and its pleasant warmth. A roaring swoosh and the salty, humid air. Jolting awake and preparing to watch your ship burn, you were baffled at the reality.

Rex rested against the sand, helmet discarded at his side, and dazed eyes watching the tide come and go. A well built fire burned between the two of you.

“Rex”, you whispered.

��Something he wasn’t used to hearing, his name between your lips. His body went rigid at attention for his general.

“General, you’re awake”, he sighed, obvious hints of relief washed over him.

You almost wanted to reach out through the force and consume that sense of relief. You looked around in confusion before meeting his eyes once more. You wanted to let go, to slip into a honey colored trance that was his eyes. If this were death, you would happily accept.

“Where are we?”, you asked, eyes meeting the dark horizon where an atramentous sky melted into ocean waves.

“I’m not sure. I was able to send a distress signal before we crashed. Whether it was received or not is unknown to me.”

Suddenly, you could feel it all, as if a planet crashed into your very being. Letting out a guttural sob, stomaching heaving with nausea. Your bones felt cracked, bruises surely littering your body. Through the force, you knew nothing was broken, but the heartache felt immeasurable. You gasped and choked for air, leaning forward into the sand to empty anything from your stomach. Panic wafted over Rex, and he scrambled to his feet only to drop to his knees in front of you.

“General, are you hurt?”

His hands reached out, one placed hesitantly against your back. Everything felt like it was spinning.

It was the moment he said your name that you were able to ground yourself. Something so diminutive stopped the world from spinning so violently. As if through instinct, Rex cupped your face, forcing your eyes to meet his own.

“I’m here”, he reassured, whispering your name once more for good measure. “You’re safe”.

Rex knew the perils of war all too well. He knew the wretchedness of loss, the throe of injury. He could see it so clearly written on your face and he severely wanted to cradle you in his arms, but you were his General, and him your Captain.

You reached out through the force, allowing Rex’s stillness to provide some comfort. Leaning into his touch, afraid that it would dissipate at any moment.

“I’m sorry about General Aryss”.

A wound too fresh. Everything felt cold and detached when he pulled away, the connection through the force broken. “Are you hurt Captain?” You asked, desperate for the distraction.

“Just a graze to the shoulder”, he responded nonchalantly. “I’m more concerned about you, General.”

“Please, call me by my name. We’re not on the battlefield anymore.”

He tested it again against his tongue for safe measure. You could feel his lie and if you dug deeper, you could feel the pain that radiated in his shoulder. Somehow it made you forget your own.

“Also, don’t lie to me”, you said quietly, finding balance in your feet as you stood. “I’m going to find a medpack.”

You could feel his embarrassment, or was it pride?

“There isn’t one. I looked after we crashed”.

You winced at those words. It was simply luck, or the will of the force, that you both survived with superficial wounds.

“Take off your shirt”, you demanded, finding your place back in the sand. Rex’s face tinted in embarrassment, coloring the tips of his ears and nose. It was something so innocent on someone so hardened by war.

“Gen-, sorry, I assure you I’m fine.”

Such a stubborn soldier.

“Rex, please, it will ease my worries.”

Without further question, the soldier removed his gloves, his pauldrons, and then the blacks underneath, allowing them to find their own place in the sand. You gasped at the sight. Many times you had thought of Rex, almost ashamed at the idea that your own Captain would inhibit such space in your mind. Ashamed as a Jedi for the way you felt. Yet, you still lied awake at night wondering. Every mission, every encounter, every shared joke and discreet smile pushed you closer to the edge of insanity. Surely, he would never feel the same. Rex was too professional, too honorable. The sight of his bare chest, so sculpted and bronze, littered with the marks of war, made your heart ache, and that familiar sickening flutter in your stomach appeared like every other time he was too close.

He coughed, forcing you to divert your attention. His scathed skin was swollen and angry, clearly a perfect shot through and through.

“Rex”, you gasped. Instinctually, you discarded the robe from your body, thankful for the cool relief. Tearing the sleeve, you walked to the ocean, drenching the cloth in salt water.

“I’m sorry for this”, you soothed, his body ridged at the impending pain. You dabbed the wound with the salt water, cleaning the blood that crusted around it. Heart aching at the sound he made. You knew what you needed to do, regardless of the state your own body was in.

Cupping Rex’s face in one hand, cleaning the wound with the other, you closed your eyes and focused on the warmth of a white light. A peaceful, healing warmth that pooled from your hands and into his own body. You could feel him relax, almost sinking into the palm of your hand. Unfortunately for yourself, you could feel the brewing exhaustion.

“Thank you”, he noted, slipping the shirt back over his head, “but you shouldn’t waste your strength on me. I’m just a clone.”

“You’re more than that. At least to me”, you admitted, tearing another strand from your sleeve to wrap around his wound. You weren’t sure if the delirium was making you too honest.

You rested your head against your knee, staring off into the black abyss. Everything felt like too much.

“Something on your mind?” Rex asked quietly, poking the fire to stroke more flame.

“As a Jedi, we were trained to be keepers of the peace, not soldiers. But all I’ve been since I was a Padawan was a soldier.”

After the battle, after the loss of your Master, your uncertain feelings surfaced. Everything was suddenly so confusing and conflicting.

“Well”, Rex started, eyes meeting yours, “I’ve known no other way. Gives us clones all mixed feelings about the war. Many people wish it never happened, but without it, we clones wouldn’t exist.”

You laid back into the sand, arm propped underneath your head for some semblance of comfort. Rex continued poking the fire and a selfish part of you wished he was laying next to you. The melodic crash of waves and crackling fire was no help to your already exhausted mind and body.

“Well, then perhaps some good has come from all of it”.

You couldn’t help but drift to sleep in the sand, stars above you.

Rex couldn’t sleep. Not with you next to him at least. He poked and prodded the fire, ensuring you stayed warm throughout the night, worried your exposed arms would chill near the ocean wind. He lost many brothers today, yet he considered it a victory to have you alive. He couldn’t stop replaying your elementary words in his mind. Did you genuinely regard clones so highly? So highly that a meaningless war was worth fighting as long as you were fighting with them? It made his head feel woozy. All he ever thought about was war, and then you came along, Master Aryss’s little padawan. So opinionated and passionate. Always stealing little glances whenever you could, smiling at him as if an inside joke lingered between the two of you. He felt ashamed. All the nights he spent lying awake selfishly thinking of how your lips might feel against his own. You were just an expendable clone and her, a highly regarded Jedi with a rule of no attachments. Seeing the pain in your eyes today at the detrimental loss of your master was poignant. He knew that feeling, a too familiar enemy, and he hated that someone as soft and gentle as you had to suffer.

Rex looked over and watched the glowing of the fire warm your features. The way your hair splayed out around the sand, the muscles in your arm flexing as you rested your head against it. How he wished it were him you were laying against. Maybe he should sleep the thoughts away.

But then he heard his name being said.

You were suffocating. As if the tide climbed higher and filled your lungs, choking on sand and shells. Your body burned with a sorrowful inferno. Your eyes were blinded by darkness, hands reaching for any sort of stability. All you could hear were the screams of clones, your master as she was struck down. And yet when you tried to call out, Rex's name was the first to reach your tongue.

You gasped, sucking in as much air as your lungs could feel. Lurching forward and heaving, Rex grabbed your shoulders.

"It's just a dream." He assured. "You're safe".

There was no water in your lungs. No dead soldiers littering the ground. Just an ungodly battlefield nightmare. If it weren't for the way your body shook in fear, you'd almost consider the sight before you romantic.

Stars and planets illuminated the ocean's horizon, soft sand providing comfort underneath, and the flames of a dying fire glowing against evenly tanned skin. Eyes like a Bahryn meteorite. Hands so firm and steady as they held you up. Rex in his purest form. Your heart skipped beats, a much better feeling than its panicked race.

"Rex", you whispered, almost as a question. Afraid everything around you would dissolve.

His hand moved to cup your face, stroking the skin beneath his war calloused thumb. You couldn't help but gaze at his lips under hooded eyes. To kiss him would be the best and worst decision you'd ever make. So many questions. You'd only kissed one boy in your life, sloppy, messy, awful, and when you became a Jedi it was bittersweet, because you knew there would never be a redo.

When his lips suddenly met yours, you decided right there that you didn't care about the rules of the Jedi. You didn’t care about the awful first kiss. You didn’t care that you were stranded on a deserted island. All you cared about was the way he tasted. His skin all consuming. The low growl in his throat when you kissed back.

He pulled back suddenly, your name on his tongue with fear.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, it goes against your code, so unprofessional, I’m your cap-”

This time you kissed him. For the first time, all you wanted to hear from his mouth were sighs.

“I’ve wanted this since the day you saved me on Teth", you whispered. You both had suffered tremendously in a war that made no sense, simply pawns in a game, and all you wanted was to let go into him.

Your lips met again in a feverish passion. Gripping onto each other, afraid it would be a dream to slip away. In his kiss was the promise of years and sweetness of waiting. Through the force you could feel his desire, his fear, his passion, his timidness; but not once did you feel regret, uncertainty. The reassurance allowing you to slip a soft sigh through your teeth before his tongue asked for entrance. You happily accepted, desire warming the pit of your stomach. You had dreamed of this moment many times and somehow it was tangible. In that kiss was the sweetness of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into one moment.

Rex peppered your cheek with the softest of kisses, barely a ghost on the skin, and toward your ear where his words made you whimper such an embarrassing sound.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment we met”, he uttered, teeth grazing the flesh of your earlobe.

His lips found solace under your jaw, sucking bruises in places never touched by another. Your hands finding the back of his neck, short blonde hair prickling against your fingertips. You had never felt so much all at once, suffocating in the sweetness of his emotions mixed with your own. Rex forced your head up, thumb under your jaw, the rest pressed firmly against your neck to gain better access with his lips. A hand that had killed so many. You shivered, relishing in the thought of how steady and certain he was.

You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips when he found the sweetest spot on your neck, biting like a starved man. “Rex”, you gasp, desire pooling between your legs.

He began laying you back and suddenly you felt anxious. Everything rushing to the surface and making your head spin. “Wait-”, you declared, and he was quickly pulling away, scanning your eyes for uncertainty.

“I..I’m sorry. Don’t do anything you don’t want to, please”, he said.

You shook your head, cupping Rex’s face between your hands.

“I do want it”, you promised, “I just..I’ve never..”

You had never been so embarrassed, so lost for words. And Rex’s face suddenly lit up with a knowing look. Oh.

“Let me take care of you?” He prayed.

You couldn’t help but smile. You had never been so sure of anything until now.

“Please”, you begged under hooded eyes, eyelashes batting at the clone in front of you.

That was all Rex needed to go forward. He wanted to gather every star in the sky and bundle them up for you. You had only ever felt everything bad and he wanted you to experience everything good. He wanted to be the one you begged for, the reason your skin flushed, and lungs gasped. Rex wanted to be yours.

Rex layed you back, sand blanketing your body in a pillowy loam. So gentle with your body it was as if you were made of glass. Cupping your face between long, nimble fingers as if you would slip away between them like the sand. Your breath couldn’t help but quicken between soft, tactical kisses. The way his mouth fit so perfectly with yours, giving your pouty, bottom lip plenty of attention. Teeth grazing and tongue begging for entrance. You happily obliged. For the first time, testing the waters, allowing your own tongue to smooth over his bottom lip, tugging between your teeth. He sighed and through the force you could feel the bliss and desire from him. You couldn’t help but push him into you more, desperate for more of him. His hands moving to grip the pillowy flesh of your hips, pressing the hardness between his legs into you more.

“Take it off”, you begged, tugging at the blacks hugging his skin. Armor still covering his lower half.

“Yes ma’am”.

Rex leaned back on his knees, stripping the GAR blacks from his torso, somehow more beautiful than before. You were so mesmerized, admiring the muscles of his chest and abs, the scars that littered the tanned skin.

“See something you like?” He chuckled, warming your heart and causing a smile to form against your lips.

“Always have”, you whispered, attempting to take your top off, exposing the binder beneath.

Rex quickly removed his lower armor, eyes intensely watching as you slowly peeled the binder away from your chest, exposing perfectly round mounds, nipples hardening at the ocean chill. You pulled your hair from its loose braid allowing it to cascade down your shoulders, eyes shy at the exposure. Rex couldn’t help but drink you in. So stunning and mesmerizing and all things pure. He had never felt so love drunk before. He quickly crawled back over you, craving the salt of your skin on his tongue. Steady kisses against your clavicle and down the middle of your chest making sure you felt every flick of his tongue and every graze of his teeth on delicate untouched skin.

In that split second before his lips found the sensitive part of your breast every nerve in your body and brain electrified. The anticipation of being together in more than words and smiles and battlefield protection, it’s tangible and all-consuming.

“Rex”, you breathed, watching as his mouth encompassed your nipple, hands firm around your stomach. His eyes never breaking contact as he trailed sweet kisses down your abdomen. His golden brown eyes a kind of beauty that expands a moment into an eternity, a heaven you wished to forever be apart of.

Rex’s fingers reached the waistline of your pants, searching your face for confirmation.

“Tell me this is okay.” He said firmly.

“Yes. Please Rex.”

He worked quickly to free you of clothing, sitting back to admire your curves of softness, the scars from war, the freckles that littered perfectly smooth skin like the night sky. It made you self conscious, never had anyone seen you so vulnerable. Your body flushed, legs squirming and pressed together, worried that you weren’t what he expected.

“You’re so beautiful”, Rex assured, saying your name like it was his favorite word.

He kissed the tops of your knees, careful of the scrapes and bruises, pulling them apart to reveal the desire that pooled between your legs. Rex leaned down to plant kisses against your waist and thighs before positioning himself in front of the apex of your desire. You gasped at the feel of his tongue against the already wetness of your slit, pure staggering bliss. He was agonizingly slow, ensuring you felt every sensation, flattening his tongue against your clit. Your breath was already heavy, cheeks warming at the sight of the clone devouring your cunt like a starved man. As he sucked, teeth grazing, you could feel a long, dexterous finger delve inside of your wet entrance.

You cried out in bliss as you adjusted to the feeling, hand skimming through the shortness of his hair, desperate for grounding. Then suddenly he was adding a second finger, the other hand gripping tightly at the flesh of your thigh. You were a soaked, babbling mess, curses and praises spewing from your mouth spurring him on. Rex groaned against you, working diligently, an experienced tongue bringing on a blinding, white hot orgasm. “I-” you cried, unable to look away, unable to finish any sort of sentence. He knew. Everything sublime and elated meeting in a crescendo of pleasure. You cried out his name over and over as he eased you from your high, lapping everything up. The sight of you a mess and undone in pleasure, because of him, made him painfully hard.

You didn’t wait to catch your breath as you grabbed for the waistline of his blacks; impatient, needy, love drunk.

“Sweet girl”, Rex whispered, grabbing your needy hands and kissing them, “Are you sure?”

“Of course”, you whispered, so hypnotized by the way he took you in. You had never felt so much love coming from one person.

Rex pulled the lower half of his blacks off, revealing how hard he truly was. The site of him propped above you, desperate, needy, and aching only elevated your own passion.

You forced him down onto your lips, desperate to taste the remnants of your pleasure. Moaning against his mouth as you felt his cock twitch against the slick barness of your thigh. You couldn’t help but reach out and gently squeeze it in your hand, smearing precum over your thumb. You loved the growls from his throat, the way his eyes wanted to roll back at the softness of your touch against his aching pleasure. Lips finding the sharpness of his jaw, stubble scratching against your cheek as you sweetly kissed his neck.

“I need you cyar’ika”, Rex growled, centering himself with your entrance.

“I’m all yours Rex. Always”, you replied, grazing your thumb over his cheek, pressing your forehead to his. “Make love to me”, you begged

Rex pressed agonizingly slow into your entrance, walls stretching around the expansion. For a moment of discomfort came a lifetime of felicity. You couldn’t help but moan in the most pornographic way, feeling the way he gripped your hand as he pulled out of you only to thrust in once more. Your nails dug into the skin of his back, crescents forming around the flesh. He was so slow, making sure you felt every inch of him, kissing every inch of skin he could reach between praises.

“Look at you sweet girl. S’good, take it so well”, he muttered out.

You had never heard such pure, sweet filth come from his mouth. Such a professional, respectful, and honorable man verbalizing such filth. Muscles flexing with each thrust, pupils dilated, mouth parted with pants. Through the force you could feel his own pleasure, enhancing your own.

The faster he thrusted the more ragged his breath became. You were begging, moaning, practically screaming for more. Suddenly his fingers found your clit, rubbing perfect circles around the heat of your bud.

“Rex!” You cried, mouth wide open with pleasure and shock.

"Be a good girl and cum for me again sweet girl. I know you can", he muttered, so close to his own release.

"Cum inside of me please!"

That sent him over the edge, your filthy proclamation, and suddenly you were both relishing in the sweetness of pleasure. Panting, sweaty, and trembling against each other as he filled you. You pressed your shaking hand to his chest, his own rapid heartbeat matching yours. Rex slowly pulled out, his cum seeping out against your trembling legs, before he rolled onto the sand pulling you into his arms. The only sound was the ocean waves crashing into the bank as he stroked your hair.

"Are you okay?" He asked quietly. Your bodies sticky against each other in the humid air.

"I'm afraid."

Rex tensed at the honesty. Had all of this been a mistake? Did you regret it? Regret him? Had he hurt you? He was so worried that he had ruined it all. His heart ached at the idea of losing you. And you could feel it, his worry, pouring off of him in waves. Yet, he was silent, and allowed you to continue.

"I'm afraid what will happen when they rescue us. Will we pretend that this never happened? To never kiss you again or feel your heartbeat. Go back to the Jedi order a soldier without a Master? I'm tired of just being a soldier, Rex."

Rex was quiet for a while. Was it selfish to think he could be like General Skywalker and Senator Amidala? A secret. Breaking the rules and risking everything, because he felt love for someone that wasn’t his brothers.

“I used to believe that being a good soldier meant doing everything they told you. That’s how they engineered us. But were not droids, were not programmed. You have to learn to make your own decisions”, he responded, stroking the bareness of your arm.

Fives and heavy would want him to break this rule. They would want him to have the chance to love someone fully.

“I choose you Rex”, you decided. Even if it meant breaking every rule, you would choose him over and over again.

“I choose you too.”

#requests are open #anon request #captain rex #star wars fanfiction #smut #oneshot #Im willing to keep this going #Rex #clone wars #the 501st #jedi #afab #18 plus

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bunnirs · 4 years ago

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Someone To Fight For

Y/N L/N is the last remaining Kurta, fueled by hatred for the Phantom Troupe. They’ll do anything to eradicate their existence, even if it means dying in the process.

Kurapika Kurta X Reader

Word Count: 3,353

Your motives were clear as day. Kill the Phantom Troupe, and then yourself.

Murder was something you weren’t proud of, and would never be. That is why, to atone for your sins, you would end your life after you murdered the very people who slaughtered your tribe.

The Kurta were known to be peaceful. They were stubborn, but truly harmless. That’s why they never stood a chance against the Phantom Troupe. What or Who is the Phantom Troupe you ask? It’s a group of disgusting lowlife thieves who steal whatever they lay their eyes on. At that time, it had been the Scarlet eyes that defined your Tribe.

How you escaped was beyond your luck. They must not have noticed that you slipped away, running for your life. It must have been the fact that they were too busy gouging out the eyes of your tribe, your family. Maybe your people’s screams were so loud they couldn’t hear your sobbing, or maybe they didn’t care. Afterall, you were only a child.

That was the day you realized that your world would never be the same. That was the day you realized that you would never be able to walk freely without knowing that they were dead. So you trained, you killed, and you bled. You cried during your sleep as your nightmares materialized the very bodies of your fallen comrades, their eyes filled with endless black voids, forever missing.

As you grew up, you became stronger than you would’ve imagined. Your rage had grown over the years, silencing the screams of your past. Even as they calmed, they still rang in your ears. The begging, the crying, the screaming. It all stuck, only to be relieved at the death of their oppressors.

As the last Kurta, you had to fulfill their wish, or die trying.

That led you to now, as you stood on the roof of an abandoned building on the quieter side of Yorknew City. You had been tracking the Phantom Troupe for days now as they gathered around the Auction that was to last through September. It was the perfect time, seeing as the troupe seemed to separate regularly to satisfy their needs. You just had to pick them off one by one.

Even if their abilities were a secret, you had gotten to know their personalities and that was enough.

The numbers of whom you were watching, were #1 and #3, also known as Nobunaga and Machi. They didn’t seem to be the most dangerous of the Spiders, but even so, you could NEVER underestimate them. These monsters killed your people after all, and that wasn’t the easiest task.

Hours into your endeavor, you began to notice that you were not alone. Two more people had joined you in stalking the troupe members. From the looks of it, they seemed to be two ordinary children, besides the fact that they could effortlessly hide their aura. Would it be enough to stay hidden from their victims? Probably not.

That’s all it took for you to get closer to the two troupe members, almost afraid that the kids would get to them first. You were not afraid for yourself, no, more for them than anything. If they got noticed, they could easily be hurt, or worse, killed. It didn’t matter who killed them, it could very well be you. If they got in your way, you may not be able to restrain yourself. You had been planning this for months, and if they ruined it now, you’d be beyond pissed.

More time had passed, but that didn’t matter. Everything seemed to go by in seconds for you, your heart almost beating out of your chest as the two of the children disappeared into separate buildings. You grew nervous, hoping to whatever god there was, that the children knew what they were doing. But your prayers went unanswered, seeing as the two troupe members, Machi and Nobunaga, caught on to the children’s aura, disappearing into the very building the children had hidden in.

That’s when you decided to throw in the towel. You couldn’t stay hidden and wait till they disposed of the children, you needed to do something, and the human in you begged to help. And that’s what you did. You jumped from roof to roof, landing on the building the green boy had gone in. As soon as you landed on the ceiling, you jumped off the edge, swinging yourself through the window. As soon as you did that, your feet had met the back of the pink haired troupe member, Machi.

Much to your dismay, Troupe Member #9, Pakunoda, was also present, blocking the doorway of the child. That really pissed you off. You hadn’t noticed her, and she could’ve been tailing you this whole time, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Her aura was also joined by another, making four troupe members present. The other was most likely taking care of the other child, alongside Nobunaga.

As you disregarded your realization, you grabbed the child’s arm, skidding to the other side of the room, glancing between Pakunoda and Machi, whose face was still plastered into the ground.

“Who are you?” The boy asked, his voice in a low whisper, obviously skeptical of you.

“Your friend.” You murmured, letting go of his arm as it tensed. Hoping he got the hint, you stepped in front of him, almost in a protective stance. “Honestly, I thought I warned you about sneaking up on people.” You glanced at him, winking, hoping to god he wasn’t as dense as he looked.

He seemed to understand, nodding his head firmly. He let out a nervous laugh, putting his hand on his neck, scratching it. “I’m sorry, I just got carried away! They were worth a lot of money.. and me and Killua couldn’t resist!”

“You really are an idiot..” You grimaced, hitting his head softly, mentally kicking yourself for the display of affection. So they were in this for money.. how.. unoriginal. Of course they had bounties on their head, it wasn’t a surprise to you. They were crazed thieves who picked fights with the mafia, so it was a no brainer they pissed people off. But for kids to get involved? That was a load of bullshit.

Through the conversation you had with Gon, Machi had pushed herself up, dusting off her outfit and holding her nose. It definitely looked bruised, if not broken. This wasn’t going to be easy to get out of.

“So, you two.. know each other?” She questioned, an eyebrow raised. “I knew there were two of you, but I had no idea there was a third. Bad judgment on my part. Paku, we have room in the car for three right?”

Pakunoda hummed, nodding a yes to her question. “So they’re after us because of money? Seems a little… risky don’t you think?”

“Kids are kids.” Machi looked at her, and then stared directly at you. “We won’t have another problem will we? I really don’t want to have to kill you in front of a child.”

“The same goes to you.” You responded, shifting your weight to your other leg, crossing your arms. “So, what's this I hear about a car?”

“Well, we’re obviously not going to let you go.” Machi glanced between Gon and you, a small smirk growing on her face. “We’ll bring you back and let the boss decide on what to do with you.”

You only shrugged, glancing at the kid, whose eyes widened. You could guess he didn’t expect to get caught. You almost laughed as you ruffled his hair, hoping to comfort him. You wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him and his friend, that was for sure.

As you were loaded into the car, you could tell the white haired boy, known as Killua, was questioning your well-being. You wouldn’t blame him, not at all. You’re messing with dangerous people, and you can’t expect to trust anyone. The kid that you helped seemed to look at his friend, almost having a conversation with their eyes. That’s all it took for Killua to glance back at you, his eyes losing their hostility, and a small smile formed.

That quickly vanished when the members of the Troupe began to speak. You blocked them out, staring out of the window, watching the surrounding area become less urban. You were sure they said something regarding you, but you couldn’t care less to listen. They didn’t deserve your attention. Not now at least. You were sure that you ticked them off, seeing as one of them kept glaring at you. You hadn’t done anything yet and they were already tired of you. Good.

Time seemed irrelevant now, as everything seemed to go as it came. You were now in the base of the Phantom Troupe, the Spider tattooed freaks who slaughtered your people just for the sake of their eyes. You almost wanted to throw up as you looked at them, they weren’t scary...just ugly.

To your dismay, they decided to take the kid whose name was Gon, and force him to arm wrestle the members. You could tell he was in pain, and no matter what his friend tried to do, the Troupe was one step ahead.

What was odd, was the fact that Nobunaga was hellbent on letting the kids join. What was in store for you? You had no idea, and you didn’t care. You only leaned against the wall, picking at your fingernails, making sure they were in a clean disposition. Some of the troop members watched you, and that only made your smile widen. You hoped they remembered every inch of your face, so they could be haunted by it even in death.

“So, Pakunoda, when you scanned the three of them… what did you see?” One of the members who you recognized as Feitan Portor, Troupe member #2, asked. He said it while looking at you, holding Gon by his arms, his body bent over the table. To you, it looked wrong, but you couldn’t really suppress your opinion.

“They don’t know each other.” Pakunoda said, your eyes widening as you stared at her. Her power must be something like reading minds.. or seeing people’s memories.

“That’s odd, they pretended too.” Machi said, her voice laced with amusement. “So, you just pretended to know him?” She said, moving her gaze towards you.

“Yeah.” You said blatantly, dropping your hand from your face, the dirt now removed. “I have no idea who these kids are. What I do know, is that you guys are going to die. Doesn’t have to be today, but it will happen. I’ll make sure of it.”

They all stopped what they were doing, staring at you. Killua and Gon had stopped breathing for a second, their eyes widening as they stared at you. Wrong move.

The Spiders turned to each other, laughter erupting from their throats. It would have bothered you had you been cornered, but you knew how to deal with them. You had trained for four years, just to kill them. It wasn’t going to stop now.

“No one’s that stupid to openly admit to wanting to kill us… so you either must be stupidly strong… or just stupid in general.” Feitan said again, tightening his grip on Gon.

“Call it what you want.” You said, sliding down to the ground, your back to the wall. “But this is a warning.” Your eyes narrowed, glancing at the members. “You don’t know who I am, but I know all about you. Do what you want with that of course.” You leaned your head back, looking at the ceiling before closing your eyes. Your aura vanished, and your eyes narrowed, a red glow emitting from them. “Just know that I’m always watching.” After that, the red vanished, and you closed your eyes.

Of course anyone in a situation like this would never willingly fall asleep, seeing as you are open and vulnerable. But of course, you weren’t normal. Your nen ability was perfect for this situation.

You called your Nen Ability: Relentless Increase. The more someone damaged you, the stronger and more immune you became. This caused a huge amount of power to build up inside of you, leaving you stronger than ever. Torture didn’t work on you, seeing as halfway through it, you were numb to the feeling and could easily overtake your assailant. So with this, you could easily stand by while the Troupe watched you. Of course, they had no idea about what you could do, so it was smart to stand by.

Your instincts were proven true, seeing as they didn’t even try to touch you. Instead, most of the members left, leaving you with the two kids and Nobunaga. It almost irritated you. This Nobunaga dude seems confident in his skills, thinking he could take care of the three of you if you tried to escape. Of course, the children proved him wrong.

They had a plan up their sleeve, and it actually worked. While you sat in the room, they broke through the wall, running in opposite directions. Since you didn’t follow their example, Nobunaga seemed to trust you. First mistake on his part.

When he left you unsupervised, you took the opportunity to break out yourself. By the time he had lost the kids, you were long gone. As you ran, you expected someone to come after you, but instead, you found the kids high tailing it out of the surrounding fence. You laughed a little, running alongside them for a while. They seemed to be high in spirit, despite the fact that they were just held against their will by a dangerous group of thieves. Kids these days never failed to surprise you.

Sure, your plan failed, but at least you got knowledge on the Troupe, as well as two kids who might know something important about them too.

On your walk into YorkNew, the three of you had made small talk, getting to know each other. It seemed to be a smooth conversation, until Killua brought up your eyes

“So… Y/N.” Killua narrowed his eyes, focusing on the ground in front of him, his hands fumbling in his pockets. “Your eyes…”

“Ah yes.” You mused, kicking a loose stone from in front of you. “What about them?”

“When they turned red…. are you by chance…?” He didn’t finish, finding the conversation almost too awkward to continue. He didn’t want to press any wrong buttons with you.

“A Kurta?” You finished for him, your eyes slightly narrowing at the word. “Yes. The last one.” You could feel the water building up in your eyes, threatening to spill.

“No you're not.” Gon said suddenly, confusion lacing his tone of voice.

That shocked you, causing you to choke on the saliva that built up in your throat. The tears in your eyes were forced out, and you suddenly fell to your knees, uncontrollable sobs leaving your throat.

“Great going Gon! Look what you did you idiot!” Killua berated him, hitting him across the head.

You clenched your fists, the sand and dirt from the road coated your palms. You began to laugh as your tears fell, washing away the loose build up on your knuckles. For the first time in a while, a genuine smile formed on your lips, your laugh gaining in hysterics. You looked crazy, but at that moment, you didn’t care. You weren’t alone.

“...I think.. we broke her.” Gon muttered.

“We?! I didn’t do anything!” Killua yelled in his face, pointing at you.

“Well you brought it up!” Gon reprimanded, knocking his hand away from you.

You slowly stood up, your legs shaking, tears continuing to fall from your face. You raised your dirt covered arm, wiping the liquid from your face, grime replacing it. “S-so… where is this… other Kurta?”

“Oh, right! Kurapika is in Yorknew right now!” Gon smiled, pointing at the city on the horizon. “He’s actually our friend! And to be honest, we were just about to go see him!”

Your face brightened, the setting sun shining down on you. “...Can I… can I join you?”

Killua and Gon stayed quiet for a moment, before large grins appeared on their faces.

“I don’t see why not. As long as you're not an idiot, you should be just fine. There’s only room for one of those around here.” He giggled, poking Gon in the side.

“Yeah! We’d love for you to join us!” Gon gave you a thumbs up, before looking over at Killua. “Wait Killua, what’s that supposed to mean?!”

“Nothing! Come on slowpoke!” Killua yelled, running ahead of the two of you.

“Oh you’re so on!” Gon cheered, running after him, before skidding to a stop, looking back at you. “Come on! Wouldn’t want to lose ya!”

“Are you calling me slow?” You inquired, raising an eyebrow. “Well then, I suppose I don’t want to get lost.” You rolled your eyes, playing along with him. That’s when you started to run alongside Gon, laughing as he tried to tag Killua.

A few days passed, and it was the day that Kurapika was meeting up with Gon and Killua. It was the day that you’d finally get to see another Kurta, after four long years.

The day seemed to go on forever, only getting slower as the time grew near. Time never liked you it seemed. It made important, peaceful moments go by so fast you couldn’t even keep track of everything. But when you wanted to get over with something, it seemed to slow down just to spite you. It took four years just for you to learn that you weren’t alone, and maybe it’ll take forever just to see him. But In all honesty.. you could wait decades if it meant restoring the missing piece in your soul.

The time finally came around, and you finally saw him. He was tall, blonde, and had dark eyes. You could tell they were contacts, seeing as nothing could compare to the natural beauty of a Kurta’s irises. Just by the look of him, you already felt the welcoming warmth of home.

He made eye contact with you, and for a split second he became confused. That vanished when he saw the tears spilling from your eyes, and the red creeping up onto your normally dark irises. From the overbearing emotion you felt, your true scarlet eyes revealed themselves to him, and that was all it took for him to come running towards you.

He enveloped you into a hug, it was so tight that he was afraid you would vanish before his eyes. But you were there.. and you were real. Your eyes were real.

“....Kurapika..” you managed to breathe out, the air being stolen from you as he smothered you.

He immediately let go, letting out a formal apology. “I- I’m sorry..” he muttered, his face red from embarrassment. “I just got…”

“Overwhelmed?” You finished the sentence for him, a small smile creeping onto your face.

“Yeah.. that’s the word.” He said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

You giggled, finding his reaction amusing. “I understand completely.”

Killua and Gon were giggling as they whispered to each other, the two of them running off a split second later. That left the two of you alone.

“Do you want to.. catch up?” He suddenly said, ignoring the two boys that had left in a hurry. He knew they had done this on purpose, and he was thankful. For once he was glad they left, because now, he had you.

“You know what...” You smiled, your hand on your chin as you pretended to think of an answer. “I’d like that.”

Just for a moment, your rage had softened.. and you had someone to live for.

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lilydiaone · 4 years ago

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Spoiler for 139 AOT

I know a lot people say they like the ending but personally I‘m really dissatisfied with it. It felt rushed and there are few characters whos end I actually liked. I‘m not gonna send death threaths over it like some people (that‘s messed up), still I like to make some points and see what the fraction that loved it has to say about it. I‘m gonna write down the ending of the important characters and what exactly I thought about it

Levi: I honestly liked his ending the best because I‘m so suprised he surrived at all. No but I liked how he ended up staying with Falco and Gabi, especially since he protected the latter in the last few chapters. I feel like he finally can live his life in peace. Really liked as well when he saw the rest of the deceased Survey Corp.

Gabi and Falco: Their reunion was really cute and I liked that. I do think after all these Falco being able to fly as a titan was kinda a plot device but I can live with it. However I wish Falco would‘ve been shown some reaction over his brothers death which he more or less caused. All in all I felt like everyone just kinda forgot Colt? Yeah but all in all okay.

Jean and Connie: Jean and Connies end was alright as well (though why did they thank Eren? but to that latter more). I‘m glad they didn‘t die and personally didn‘t feel it was neccessary for them to die. I also liked when they saw Sasha however I feel like they should‘ve seen Marco as well? Marco is singlehandly the reason why Jean joined the corps in the first place and I was bummed not to see him. I also would‘ve liked to see Connies mother... I would‘ve loved to see a reunin between her and Connie.

Pieck: I don‘t have much to say beside the fact, I‘m glad she surrived.

Reiner: Reiner is in my opion the one I was most suprised to see alive. I was sure he was gonna die but I‘m okay with it. The scene with his mother was nice and all but Reiner wanted to be a hero all his life and I‘m sad we didn‘t get to see more of it now that he basically is one. I also like to point out that Reiner was shown to be depressed and downright suicidal,this part of his story I feel like we didn‘t get any satisfactory conclusion. And his mother, we didn‘t see much of her but she felt a little out of character to me when she said she was fine with him not being a titan anymore when she pushed him into it since he was a child. But maybe she changed her mind with the rambling. Can live with that.

Annie: Her ending was alright as well but I feel like I‘m the only one who thinks her father is a bad guy. It‘s nice that he wanted her to come home but are we gonna forget that he mercilessly pushed he when she was nothing more but a child. Seriously he treated her horribly. I would‘ve like a solution with that. But you know what that‘s okay.

Historia: Her ending simply didn‘t make any sense. Back when she talked to Eren about what he was planning she was not okay with it but now she is the leader of the Yaegerists?! She apparently married the farmer which was kinda leftfield for me. It also feels like her pregnancy literally had no relevance for the story AT ALL. Like I was sure her baby would get a titan or anything but it was basically just used to sideline her, though I feel like they could‘ve sidelined her simply because she was the queen. Her ending didn‘t make ANY sense.

What truly made the ending horrible to me was the ending of the main trio. Here‘s why.

Eren: Look personally I was not a fan of Erens villian arc because such an emotional character suddenly was emotionless. I felt like you could‘ve handled it better. I even theorized he‘s only doing it because the other future he saw is literally so horrible there really is now other way but to become the villian. Eren killed 80% of humanity. That‘t a lot. He did it so his friends would be heros. AndI mean his friends alone. The rest of Paradis is fucked because everyone blames them. The worst thing is despite this plan, Sasha and Hange more or less died because of Eren. It is also rally shortsighted. The Eldians on the island are kinda worse off and I feel likeit was horrible of Eren to do this. In my eyes he‘s not redeemed at all. He‘s still a villian and a really bad one at that. The worst thing however was when everyone started thanking Eren, like his sacrifice was so great??? Like it literally benefitted 10 people at most. Killing millions of people for this was excessive and didn‘t change anything what he did. They all said him killing everyone was awful and if they instead of fighting him decided to stay on paradies the same thing would‘ve happend. It was still the same situation. why were they thanking him??? And it was revealed that he killed his mother by leading Dina to them. I‘m confused to why Dina couldn‘t eat Bertholt because that would‘ve meant they had another titan with Royal blood. I generally only see advantages to this (seriously can someone explain this to me???)

Armin: Honestly I‘ve been dissatisfied with Armins arc for a long time now. Back when Levi decided to give the titan to Armin instead of Erwin, I was a hundred percent sure it was the right move. Now I think this wouldn‘t have happened if Erwin was still alive. Since the very beginning Armin was smart and his smartness was played of as such an important thing but in the end it didn‘t matter at all. The only time I remember him using his brain after he became a titan was when they attacked Marley and even then Hange said it was was an Erwin like plan, so Erwin could‘ve come upmwith this as well. I held hope till the end that Armin would come up with some grand plan. He didn‘t he just talked to people (is this fucking Naruto?!) and then their minds were changed. His inteligence was totally forgotten. At the end he became the hero because he took credit for what Mikasa did (to his defence Mikasa didn‘t want it anyway but still). His entire arc was an disappointment and I don‘t understand why he was made Commander despite not doing anything other than crying over Eren when Jean was right there.

Mikasa: Mikasa was done by far the dirtiest. Like I can‘t even believe this. Personally I never liked how Mikasa was potrayed as totally dependant on Eren but this... Damn. The entire time I hoped Mikasa would realise that her love for Eren was not healthy especially when she stopped wearing the scarf. That did not happen. Look I know many people like Eren/Mikasa so I will not say what I thought about Erens admission that he wanted to be the only one she ever loved. What pissed me of was how the story tying Ymir and Mikasa together made no sense at all. Ymir loved King Fritz besides anything he did to her which is a pretty awful message but okay that wasn‘t the things that made me mad. Mikasa was the one that could stop it because she was kind of in a similiar position. Her relationship with Erem was toxic (before Eren/Mikasa shippers come for me it was when he was the villian and threathened to kill everyone, you can‘t deny that) and by breaking free of it Ymir would break free as well. But Mikasa didn‘t break free. She killed Ymir but we see her years later still pinning for Eren and sitting by his grave and fucking talking to him. How did she free Ymir from King Fritzs binds??? I really hate the idea that she never gets over Eren because after all that she still depends so much on him. Honestly by far the worst character ending.

All in all: All in all nothing really changed, everyone still hates Paradis making me feel like the rumbling was pointless. And I know many people say it‘s realistic and I agree it‘s realistic but why did Eren have to do that??? For what? The Eldian vs everyone else dynamic is still thereand nothing is solved. It just feels like there are gonna be many more years of war amd everything Eren did was utterly pointless. So yeah I didn‘t like it. It was rushed and just felt off. Still let me know what you think.

#attack on titan #aot #aot spoiler #spoiler chapter 139 #eren yaegar #eren jaeger #levi ackerman #mikasa ackerman #armin alert #jean kirschstein #reiner braun #historia reiss #krista #connie springer #gabi braun #falco grice

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inviouswriting · 3 years ago

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Light and Dark

Cameo characters - Shuri belongs to @snow-covered-moon for the polyship.

A little dive into Kivera’s insecurities. I needed to write them.

Kivera is use to alot of things, one of these is watching people praise others for their hard work or titles. She sits in on another meeting in her successors stead. Orange eyes lit up at how some of these people talk.

It has to be carry over from her former ranks, she was taught the importance of humility. So seeing how some of the Scion’s take small victories as great chances to have parties irks her. They should be planning for their next moves, she would already have it mapped out.

Such is the difference between herself and those of this star. She wears her annoyance heavy, as a way to deter others from interacting as some of the Rising Stone members try to outdrink each other, or do strength contests.

Paglth’an had just barely been won, and she felt it is too soon for a victorious celebration.

“Aren’t you going to join in?” Kivera looks over to the source of who talks to her. Thancred, he had been trying to make peace with her since she had joined along with Shuri and Estinien. She is not interested in his company.

“Parties are not my thing. If anything they spell disaster for me.” She leans away from Thancred, using subtle body language to close herself off.

“We take what we can get, little joy amongst chaos.” He explains, Kivera didn’t want the explanation. Celebrations and parties were telling to her. That there is an “end” coming.

“It’s absurd to celebrate victory after a battle when you’ve yet to really win a war. Where I come from, preemptive celebrations can make people cocky and forget the lives that were lost during those battles.” Kivera stares at Thancred out of the corner of an eye.

“I forgot you are more of a doom and gloom type.” She flattens her ears at this.

“It wouldn’t hurt you to loosen up a little.” Thancred points out, and Kivera scoffs under her breath.

“I’m just here for Shuri and Estinien.” Kivera turns her head away from Thancred, keeping her eyes closed so he doesn’t see the red tinting into them from his comments. She can’t relax, she isn’t made to relax. Instead of leaving her, Thancred sits down near her. She glances at him out of the corner of an eye.

“We know how foolish it is to celebrate small victories. However it gives those who fought hard motivation to keep going. If we continually focus on fighting without reprieves. They’ll burn out, and we need them feeling like they can take on the world versus they might die tomorrow.” Kivera turns her head to look at him fully, a rare moment he manages to do is make her understand.

She is aware Shuri and him ended amicably later hashing it out among themselves. Kivera looks at those around her differently, evaluating their demeanors. The absolute joy on some, while there are a few mustering simper expressions. They don’t need death to remind them their time is limited.

Thancred sees her observing again, reading the faces and demeanors of his allies. He places a hand on her shoulder to pat it, Kivera rolls her eyes at the gesture then leans back to relax. She doesn’t bat an eye to another joining the small table. G’raha Tia, another one she isn’t too thrilled on talking to, yet here he was approaching her and Thancred with drinks for both of them.

“This seems like a quiet corner.” Kivera glances pass him to Estinien who nods that it’s okay.

“Was quiet, seems I’m gaining popularity.” Kivera leans a little more away from Thancred, he takes the hint to remove his hand from her shoulder. Kivera looks between the guys. G’raha Tia had spent time tailing after her watching her take lives in Paglth’an . A humbling experience seeing the reaper at her work sending those back to the ether.

“Are you just shy?” Thancred notes the way Kivera pulls away, and sees her snap her attention to him.

“No, I just don’t like parties. I rather not go into it, it’ll dampen the mood.” Kivera deflects his question, green eyes flash yellow enough wondering why he would ask her that.

“Alright, you can trust us too as solace when it is needed.” G’raha offers, he saw her uncomfortable with just Thancred and went over to check on her. Given her previous encounters with Thancred.

“Thank you, but there are some things you are best not knowing.” She has her wall back up before Thancred managed to get through and see a sliver of just what made Shuri and Estinien love her. The small vulnerabilities that even a strong being has.

“You don’t have to share everything. Or anything at all, sometimes just sitting near others is enough.” G’raha Tia offers her the drink and she officially takes it. It is a different atmosphere to her, what it is like to just be somewhere without “being” her role.

Kivera lowers her eyes feeling small, feeling just a little out of place. Her hands placed in front of her in thought. Her mind drifts to one of her own, remembering his words in how she should relax, that not everything is “death” she knows that. Yet she never understood it. She is surrounded by life, when she lifts her eyes she sees a few of the group in the other room do squat challenges between Hoary Boulder and Lyse. Seeing who is stronger.

Just to the side of them is Alphinaud and Alisaie cheering them on, with their favorites. Y’shtola and Urianger taking bets. Estinien manning the bar with Shuri, sharing a plate of food.

Kivera doesn’t realize she is smiling till G’raha tia turns his head in the direction. Thancred sees it too.

“They talk alot about you Kivera, they weigh your feelings alot. How to let you experience life and truly live.” Thancred takes another chance and pulls the reaper into a side hug. Kivera is surprised by this and sits upright.

“Too much.” She warns, and Thancred understands.

“Just a gesture.” Kivera flicks her tail at her side, she looks at the empty cup that once held wine for her. When did she drink all of it, she wishes it affected her like the others. She finally feels comfortable enough to sit near these two and leans back in her seat. Estinien catches this and nudges Shuri to look over.

The aura sees Kivera relaxed, and smiles brief no longer worrying if G’raha or Thancred would be sent flying across the room. Kivera would have.

“You two want to see something?” Kivera has a hint of amusement in her voice, the two men next to her look at her.

“Sure, humor us.” Kivera raises a hand up and makes a circle with her finger before sending a water ball at the back of Hoary’s head, making him slip up on his squat giving Lyse the victory.

There is a roar of laughter when the Roe stands up shocked and rubbing the back of his head like he had seen a ghost.

“You devil.” Thancred laughs.

“In the flesh~” Kivera gets up from the table to go enjoy the celebration with the others. Taking Hoary up on a challenge to see who can out drink the other.

Estinien approaches Thancred and G’raha Tia some time afterwards.

“You two managed to do an impossible. She seems genuinely happier after talking to you two.” Estinien gives the two new tankards of ale.

“You know her better than we do, but there are some things that can’t be taught by loved ones. How to truly live.” Estinien nods to G’raha Tia. He’ll hear it later from Kivera ranting about how obnoxious the two are, but he can tell something changed in the reaper.

“Just be careful about prying into her life. There are still things I don’t know about her.” Estinien looks up to see Shuri and Kivera dance together, Kivera seeking affection from the aura and clinging closer, a sign she has had enough of being around the group and will leave them to fly off for a bit.

“We won’t pry beyond what she feels comfortable to disclose.” Thancred confirms the warning, and lets Estinien leave them to steal Shuri and Kivera to head home.

Kivera gives one last glance to Thancred and G’raha. A flash of gold from her irises before she follows after Shuri and Estinien out to take an airship.

Kivera still has alot of personal growth around the living. Words from Chiron remind her to take times to live, instead of staying dead.

#Kivera Siverstein #kivera x estinien x shuri #estinien wyrmblood #ffxiv estinien #estinien #shuri fontaye #thancred waters #G'raha Tia

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southslates · 4 years ago

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leave our lovers / ao3 / 2209 words / one-shot / post-canon / kanej / rated T / tw major character death & suicide attempt

He had been waiting at the docks.

He always was. The routine was that she’d pull up and he’d wait on the docks and then she would try to sneak up on him, but he’d see her and pull away. And then they’d hold hands, or hug, or kiss on the cheek. Depending on the year.

It’d been six years. Kaz thought he might be able to manage the lips today. He’d practiced, thought through the moment, the motions. He would do it—he would kiss the love of his life as she returned today, and he’d feel peace. Her last letter had come a week ago and she’d told him that she wasn’t sure how many journeys she had left at sea. She’d done her work cleaning the oceans out of slavers and set up a network of ships that were doing the job as well. Perhaps just another year or two, she’d written, and then I will spend my time with my family and in Kerch, of course.

It had been an opening. That was what Inej had written; what she had meant was commitment. She had told him I am going to stay with you and not leave you. She had told him I am never yours but I will keep coming back. She had listed out plans about what she would do with the children she collected on her travels, the schools and orphanages she wanted to run under the Dregs’ protections. She’d not even questioned his support.

Kaz and Inej were partners, after all. Sometimes he felt as though he’d left the beating part of his cold heart out on the ocean with her. When she came back he felt as though he was reunited with his soul.

He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to see the fluttering of red in her cheeks, he wanted to hear that magical laugh as she pulled back from him; she’d ask really Kaz, you’re doing this here, or perhaps, I love you.

He’d never said the words but he wanted to. He wasn’t a seventeen-year-old kid anymore—he wanted a future. He was pulling the Dregs into a legitimate business, he was ruling the Slat and half the Financial District. He was in good books with the Fjerdan and Ravkan governments. This country was his. He wanted to be hers.

Her ship rounded the horizon and his breath caught.

It was minutes later that Kaz realized something was wrong. There was a somber look about the crew on deck. Inej normally wasn’t on top, but quite a few of her hands were, and none were. He ran scenarios through his mind and tried to wonder what could have occurred—perhaps the ship was slightly wrecked? The Wraith looked fine to him, but he was no sailor. He hated the sea.

The boat docked. He held his cane carefully out and turned a cold-eye to Specht. “What’s occurred?”

“Sir . . .” Specht choked. He looked right into Kaz’s eyes—nobody ever did that. “Sir . . .”

Something terrible, dark, indescribable—something like Jordie—fell into the pits of Kaz’s stomach. “Specht?” he croaked in his rasp.

Inej had usually attempted to sneak up on him by this time. He could see her. Ever since that first night at the Menagerie he’d always been able to feel her, thrumming around him, comforting. He couldn’t feel her.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” Specht choked. “I’m so, so sorry.”

On the ship’s deck, two of the burly hands pulled a body—clothed in cotton, wrapped in sheets—out from below deck.

Kaz could make out a braid.

Kaz turned and walked away.

When was the last time Kaz Brekker had cried?

Perhaps about Jordie, all those years ago. All those fucking years ago. And now the Reaper’s Barge was streaming down his face. He went back to the Slat and dragged himself up all of the stairs—his newest office was Per Haskell’s, on the bottom floor, but he still kept the one in the attic. It was their room. He picked the door open and then opened it and slid against it and looked at the window.

He could see her there, feeding the crows. Laughing, smiling, facing him. Come on, Kaz. I know they’ll love you. Living things hate me. I don’t hate you. Thank you, darling. She’d been magic. He’d felt it all drain from him—money, vengeance, Jordie’s voice. He’d been surrounded by nothing but her.

Kaz sat against his door and he didn’t move. He cried. He’d made his bed in this room for her last night. The cabinet at the side had some of her clothes. He had her toothbrush. They hadn’t made it that far but they’d been able to sleep in a bed across from each other, holding hands, waking up to see each other.

He'd never kissed her.

He’d never told her he loved her.

And now she was—

Kaz got up. He walked to his desk and took out a pen and a piece of paper and he wrote to Nina. He didn’t know what he was asking for. Can you come? Can you give me one more chance? Can I—

He threw it into the trash. He swallowed. He knew Nina couldn’t bring back the dead. He needed to tell Inej that he loved her. What if she hadn’t known? Why hadn’t he told her before? You are so weak, Kaz Brekker. What kind of man couldn’t tell his girl what she meant to him? And now she was gone.

Now everything was gone. Something knocked at his door. Someone called for him. Jesper or Wylan. Kaz could only see hazily. His locks would hold them. He reached for his safe and pulled out a stack of letters. I think the Slat gets cold, she’d written, wouldn’t your leg fare better in another part of town? She’d written: do you think we could stay in another district, Kaz? Do you think we could ever be more than Dirtyhands and his Wraith?

“Yes,” he said aloud. He had never spoken to Jordie’s ghost, nor his father’s or mother’s. This felt the same and different. He wondered if she was here with him. Would she be with him?

Jesper was pounding at his door. “Kaz!”

He read the letter. He read the letter a thousand times. He soaked up everything. I think I’ve grown a fondness for paintings from Shu Han. They have such an interesting quality to them. He’d stolen one from a mercher’s house two days ago. It was rolled up under his bed. The opposite of Heleen, if you will. There’s so much terrible in the world. I haven’t kept in much contact with Zoya. Let me know how she is when you get back, of course. I miss your terrible stew. Do you think we could visit Ravka next summer? I think if all goes well I’ll have three months at home.

She’d signed off: Yours, Inej.

Kaz read the letter a thousand times, a million. He read it until those words were imprinted in his mind. Then he threw it out his window and watched it fall. Then he fell.

“You need to tell her parents,” Wylan said gently. Kaz sat still. He felt glassy. He hadn’t moved in hours. “We can push off the ceremony till they come. She said she wanted to be cremated and then placed into Fifth Harbor."

Kaz’s voice did not creak. “She said?”

Wylan nodded. Then he handed Kaz a piece of paper, something limp, a page broken off a map. “Specht said this was for you. They didn’t open it.”

Kaz took it and kept staring forward. Wylan took in a deep breath. “I’d ask if you’re okay.”

“Why aren’t you?”

“I can only imagine. What do you need?”

“Merchlings to leave me alone.”

Wylan left the study and turned to look at him with a sad frown. “Don’t do anything stupid, Kaz. It’s not what she would have wanted.”

Kaz Brekker always had a reason. It was how he’d built the Slat from nothing.

Kaz Rietveld no longer had a reason.

I coddle my grudges, Kaz thought. He was in his room. He stared into the mirror and then at his hands. They were ungloved, pale and clean and dirty. I treat them with respect and let them have minds of their own. I let justice right itself.

He could almost see a face in the mirror, behind him, cloaked. He wanted to turn to her, to see Inej. She wasn’t coming back. Why did you leave me here? a part of him thought. I’m alone. What do I do now?

He had nobody left. Not that he wanted anybody. He looked into the mirror and saw something else behind him. He was not alone.

Death serves no man, Jordie had said. Kaz had proved him wrong, or thought he had.

“I won,” he said into the mirror, at the ghost behind him who wasn’t there. “Greed bows to me, and death will too. I won. There has to be a way. If I won then, I can find a way now. You’re with me. Let her be with me.”

“I am not her. That wasn’t the fight. You know it.”

Some part of Kaz had always known that he would come out of his youth unscathed. He could say that in retrospect, but he genuinely felt it—luck, risks, the cards were on his side of the game. He didn’t believe in gods, but perhaps something—someone—had been watching over him. Or perhaps he’d truly mastered the art of thinking ten steps before everyone else, of trading in information. Perhaps he was human and it was all his mind. But Dirtyhands could not bring back the dead.

“Yes it was,” he said. The shade behind him laughed. Jordie was always so cruel to him.

“Oh, no,” it crooned. “You have not won. You will be alone always and then you will die. Death serves no man, Kaz Rietveld.”

Inej’s parents came. Kaz didn’t talk to them. He had no words to say. He watched her cremation from a roof.

He had the paper in his pocket. He hadn’t read it. If he was to open it, it would be the end. There would be no coming back.

He opened it. It had four words. He closed it and tucked it into his shirt’s pocket. His breath caught for a final time. He jumped off the roof and his knee buckled. He had been next to this same building when he’d heard Inej’s cries and gone to pick her up six years ago. He’d called her an investment. He choked. He saw Inej’s parents release her into the ocean. He went back to the Slat.

Kaz Rietveld no longer had a reason. He ignored Anika and Pim. He went to his room and sat at his window. He reached under his bed and threw the Shu painting out of the window. He made sure Inej’s side of the bed was neat. He opened his cabinet’s left drawer and took out two loaves of bread. He tossed those outside of the window too.

Do you believe in magic, Kaz? It’s all just tricks. You know that, I know that. I don’t think it’s all tricks. You’re not normal, Kaz. The way you do it—it isn’t normal. Don’t tell me you think that I’ve got magic hands? Kaz! Inej. Come here. That night he’d unbraided her hair. He’d laid her down to sleep. She’d kissed his cheek.

Six months and I’ll be seeing you again. Tell me you’ll miss me. I’ll miss you. Oh, progress? There’s no reason to hide truths. No games, Inej. I’ll miss you too. Once a week? Once a week. Write in more detail, too. I know more happens to you than you say. Jesper writes to me too, you know. Get some sleep, Wraith. Wake me up before you go.

She hadn’t. He’d slept to her hand in his. He looked to his bed now. If he closed his eyes he could see her. He looked at the crows. He thought about magic.

He unlocked his desk and took out a pistol. She’d had it made for him in Novyi Zem. There were crows embedded onto it. He’d never used it.

Kaz Rietveld no longer had a reason. He closed his eyes and pressed the pistol to one side of his head.

I think I’d like to live somewhere else. Wouldn’t it be nice? To escape the city and spend my old age in the countryside? I think I’ll die young. And I think you’ll cheat death. Living is what’s hard, Kaz. Remember that.

Do you believe in magic? I think you’re magic. I think we’re magic.

“I love you,” he whispered. When he opened his eyes she wasn’t there. “I’ll be there for you.”

He almost pressed the trigger. He didn’t press the trigger. He went to his desk and sat down. He pulled out four words from his pocket.

Kaz. Live for me.

He put the pistol away. He swallowed. He held Sankt Petyr to his chest and prayed to whatever god would grant her good fortune.

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Hi KC Readers,

We have reached the end of the week which means we have new weekly releases for you! The stories below were updated during the week of April 24th - April 30th.

Happy Reading!

FFN

A View to Stop a Murder

Author: Marcia rogerts

Rating: K+

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Bonnie realizes killing Kol would be a huge mistake, Caroline has enough of Elena's selfishness and Klaus makes it in time to save his brother. 4x12 AU.

Date of update: April 24 2021

Collateral Damage

Author: stardancer10

Rating: M

Length: Drabble

Summary: Caroline Forbes had finally reached her breaking point. She was done being the expendable casualty in their plots and schemes and decides to do something for herself, something selfish. Warning: Not for fans of Elena or Damon.

Date of update: April 24 2021

Klaus POV - The Trouble with Spells (Chapter 22)

Author: ilovetf

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: I think the title is self explanatory. The Trouble with Spells as seen through Klaus's eyes and his POV. Over the years, people kept liking this story and some even asked for Klaus POV, so I decided to give it a try.

Date of update: April 25 2021

The Wolf II (Chapter 10)

Author: yokan87

Rating: T

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: The Guerreras' threat still looms over the Mikaelson house as Caroline tries to adapt to life as a vampire, away from her daughter. But an unexpected family reunion makes everything worse, taking away the little peace Klaus, Caroline and Elijah managed to find after the war that nearly broke them. [It's TO S2, but Caroline was a witch, had Klaus' baby and now she's a vampire]

Date of update: April 27 2021

Nothing Suspicious Here At All

Author: Writingnerd291

Rating: T

Length: Drabble

Summary: There's something just not right about the French Quarter, and Caroline as a rule avoids it. But Caroline has never been good about following her instincts, especially when said instincts might actually keep her out of trouble.

Date of update: April 28 2021

A Failed Sacrifice (Chapter 6)

Author: CookieDuo

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: She ruined the sacrifice to save her own life, and in order to survive she turned to the only other vampire who'd been able to survive the wrath of Klaus Mikaelson. She gets away, and learns from the master, but when Klaus eventually catches up to her, her life will never be the same again.

Date of update: April 29 2021

AO3

Our Time Now

Author: perfectpro

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Returning to campus for the start of her senior year, Caroline is determined to lead the cheerleading squad to victory, get into the law school of her choice, and to stop sleeping with Klaus. All the while ensuring that her sorority is left in good hands after she graduates, keeping her perfect 4.0, and enjoying her remaining time in undergrad. Senior year is going to be different. Caroline is going to make it different, okay? She isn’t going to sleep with Klaus.

Date of update: April 24 2021

Echoes of Sorrow (Chapter 6)

Author: BelleMorte180

Rating: E

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: It was meant to the the vacation of her dreams. Something new and the beginning of a fresh start for her, but when an unthinkable tragedy strikes, Caroline is left with the aching pit of grief that she finds impossible to let go of. However, sometimes the greatest love stories are born out of the greatest tragedies.

Date of update: April 24 2021

No Goodbyes (Chapter 10)

Author: deadofwrite (dead_of_write)

Rating: E

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: “Last night shouldn’t have happened,” Caroline whispered. Guilt. Shame. Regret. It was all the emotions he feared. And it was written all over her face. aka. a college/cheating au

Date of update: April 24 2021

You Should See Me In A Crown

Author: misssophiachase

Rating: T

Length: Drabble

Summary: Two famous strangers, both trying to avoid paparazzi for different reasons, find themselves in a bar one night during the Summer Olympics.

Date of update: April 25 2021

A Million Reasons to Stay (Chapter 18)

Author: Books4eva180

Rating: T

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Caroline Forbes is an ordinary 21 year old girl. She lives in NYC in a crappy apartment with her 3 best friends while trying to get her degree in journalism at Columbia with a virtually non existent love life. Well that is until she is diagnosed with Stage 2 Stomach Cancer. Caroline is devastated and till the cancer is for sure gone she swears off romance. Those plans go out the window when she falls for Klaus. Literally he runs into her and she falls onto the sidewalk. So she goes on a date with him. At first Caroline resolves to go on a few dates with him just wanting to spend time with someone who doesn't know she has cancer and treats her like she is going to drop dead any second. Though the more time she spends with him the harder it gets for Caroline to leave. How long will it be till Klaus figures out about her big secret and when he does will it tear them apart forever or bring them closer than ever?

Date of update: April 25 2021

I Don’t Want You To Die (Chapter 2)

Author: klarolinexluv

Rating: E

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: This is set after Season 5 Episode 12 (The Originals) when Klaus comes to Mystic Falls and takes the dark magic out of Hope, then he returns home to die. Caroline has a guilty conscience and she travels to New Orleans after him. Will she finally tell him what she wants? Will she stop him from dying? Read to find out!

Date of update: April 25 2021

Darkness Becomes Thee (Chapter 2)

Author: BelleMorte180

Rating: E

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Austria 1300s. When Klaus met a young girl on a riverbank, he knew that he would one day come back for her. When he looked into her bright blue eyes, he could see a reflection of his own soul, a darkness that lingered inside both of them. When the young girl turned into a beautiful woman with a thirst for blood, his fascination with her turns into obsession. He wants not only her loyalty but her eternity, a possessiveness that is equally returned. Or my "Caroline is the serial killer Elizabeth Bathory" au.

Date of update: April 25 2021

Speak Now

Author: klarrolines

Rating: T

Length: Drabble

Summary: Caroline scoffed loudly, fists clenched to her sides and her face contorting angrily. "What would you know of what I want?" "Love, if getting married to Stefan is truly what you want why are you here listening to me instead of telling me off? If this is truly what you want why do you look like you're going to be sick on your own bloody wedding?"

Date of update: April 25 2021

A Smutty Anniversary (Chapter 7)

Author: kcatdino

Rating: E

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Caroline and Klaus celebrate 3 months together with a day full of smut.

Date of update: April 25 2021

Our Rebirth (Chapter 7)

Author: MissMackasaurus

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Caroline is tired of being unappreciated, forgotten and mistreated. Klaus is frustrated with watching her be disappointed by her friends. When she decides to run from Mystic Falls he drops everything to keep her safe. friendship isnt forbidden when no one knows you are together. What will happen when Caroline takes Klaus up on his offer to show her the world?

Date of update: April 25 2021

Roulette

Author: malignance

Rating: G

Length: Drabble

Summary: Apparently with Mikaelsons, one meant all.

Date of update: April 25 2021

Kill Them With Kindness

Author: sekretny

Rating: T

Length: Drabble

Summary: “Caroline, pray tell… what is this little-,” Klaus directs his steps towards the sink where his girlfriend is doing the dishes, “project that you have undertaken.” Upon closer inspection of the state of the kitchen, he decides to tread carefully to avoid setting his feet on any of the small specks of some kind of treacly substance scattered all around the floor. “I was making cookies,” she answers with a voice full of fake cheer and a shrugs of her shoulders. He recognized her answer as being oddly evasive, while she continued to scrub a spatula. Klaus finds it adorable how she tried and failed at feigning innocence.

Date of update: April 26 2021

Destination Wedding (Chapter 4)

Author: PumpkinDoodles

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: The first rule of going to your ex's wedding is 'make sure you look good,' but Caroline's seriously worried that this British Guy is going to make her late. And she cannot be late to Rebekah Mikaelson and Matt Donovan's wedding at a Virginia winery.

Date of update: April 26 2021

Just Another Fairytale (Chapter 15)

Author: BelleMorte180

Rating: E

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Once upon a time, there was a young prince who roamed the Forrest of Abattoir and a young maiden who lived by the Mystic Sea. The maiden felt the alone and useless while the prince longed for a connection to his mother. Just like any fairytale, the story of the prince and the maiden is one of true love, adventure and magic.

Date of update: April 26 2021

We are Young (Chapter 13)

Author: kcatdino

Rating: T

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Basically, Klaroline flirt in front of their kids who they are barely older than, and Landon is appropriately confused.

Date of update: April 26 2021

Magics Miracle (Chapter 6)

Author: 1Jemmagirl22

Rating: T

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Caroline is in Paris with out her humanity after the death of her mother. It seems her friends aren't happy with her new state so they inform the one person capable of turning her emotions back on. Klaus. When a prophecy about a second Tribrid comes about in New Orleans, shock to sweeps through the city. It seems nature doesn't consider Hope such an abomination after all as an even greater one is about to be created. The hands of power are changing and when they're done even the worlds most powerful witches won't be able to stop it.

Date of update: April 26 2021

Sibling Rivalry (Chapter 10)

Author: kcatdino

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: In which Klaus and Rebekah are both bi, their taste in men and women overlaps infuriatingly often, and they argue over their newest shared interest.

Date of update: April 27 2021

Kiss Me Quick (Spin Me Slow)

Author: malignance

Rating: T

Length: Drabble

Summary: It was infuriating, the effect they all had on her.

Date of update: April 27 2021

Secret Spells (Chapter 2)

Author: 1Jemmagirl22

Rating: T

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Alexandria Le Fay brings old magic back to the Salvatore school just as things start to calm down. But magic isn’t all she brings. Darkness follows her everywhere she goes. As does her family’s secrets. Takes place after Legacies 3x04.

Date of update: April 27 2021

LITTLE TENSE (Chapter 2)

Author: wincefish16

Rating: T

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: PROMPT- HUMAN MARRIED KLAROLINE. THINGS ARE NOT LOOKING GOOD IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP. DAMON IS CAROLINE'S BROTHER AND KLAUS'S BEST FRIEND. HE TRIES TO FIX THINGS BETWEEN THEM.

Date of update: April 28 2021

Soulmate visions (Chapter 5)

Author: kcatdino

Rating: T

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: On your soulmate's eighteenth birthday, you see through their eyes for an hour, but they don’t know. And if your soulmate turns eighteen before you are even born, you never get a vision. Klaus gets his soulmate vision right after he orders Tyler to bite Caroline on her birthday.

Date of update: April 28 2021

Caroline in Wonderland

Author: BelleMorte180

Rating: E

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: London, 1903. On the day of her wedding, a young boy collides into Caroline's legs, all but knocking her to the ground. Seeing that she is dreading walking down the aisle, any moment stalling her from heading to the church is welcome. However, when she follows the young boy down a London street, something impossible happens and Caroline finds herself in a magical world that she had been told about as a young child- Wonderland. She embarks on a journey through Wonderland to find out who she really is, where she belongs and towards a man who she had thought was nothing more than an imaginary friend.

Date of update: April 28 2021

The Big Bad Wolf (Chapter 7)

Author: MorningStarGirl666

Rating: T

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: He was the Big, Bad Wolf of this story, there was no doubt about that. But Caroline? She was the light to his darkness, the moon that shone brighter than even the stars in a sky of endless void. Like every wolf, he fell in love with the moon, and every month, he was destined to cry for a love he would never touch.

Date of update: April 28 2021

Resilience (Chapter 26)

Author: BMINA

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Set from 7x12 of TVD and somewhere between 3x13-3x14 of TO. When the gang of Mystic Falls try to get rid of Julian using a dangerous spell, they employ the help of Freya Mikaelson. But things go awfully wrong, resulting in a huge loss and lots of heartbreak. Julian vows to kill them all, making the group leave Mystic Falls and start running in different directions of the world. Five years later, Caroline and Alaric have a life in Chicago - free from the supernatural drama and all the grievances that come with it. But when Damon and Enzo show up to tell them that Bonnie has been taken, they pack their bags and head to the only place they can go to find help in getting her back; New Orleans. However, that brings about a new magnitude of problems instead, with a war looming ahead as old enemies of the Mikaelson's resurface and new dangerous weapons are discovered, threatening the sirelines once more. Forcing Caroline to make a decision between her new life and one where she must leave her human notions behind.

Date of update: April 28 2021

Battle Plans Gone Wrong

Author: Helpfulfairy92

Rating: Not rated

Length: Drabble

Summary: While Klaus knew he wasn't the smartest man on the planet, he liked to think that he had at least learnt to pay attention to his wife's many moods over the years. And this mood? This was one he had learnt to pay attention to. This was not a good mood. Or Caroline finds out about Klaus' plan and says No.

Date of update: April 29 2021

KC Drabbles 2021

Author: CandyCane1287

Rating: T

Length: Drabbles

Summary: C1: Hybrid Klaus meets human Caroline earlier and they fall in love. But there’s more. Ps, Katherine didn’t turn Caroline and she’s still human. He used Elena for the sacrifice but Elijah revived her. He got Tyler to bite Caroline but Klaus healed her. Tyler and Caroline broke up cause he cheated on her and they weren’t that in love.Matt and Caroline never happened. A bit of talk of Damon, but doesn’t go into too much detail.

Date of update: April 29 2021

The Long Ride Home (Chapter 4)

Author: BelleMorte180

Rating: E

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Seventy-three years is a long time to love someone; but sometimes, a lifetime is just not long enough when it is time to say goodbye.

Date of update: April 29 2021

Mikaelson Family Values

Author: perfectpro

Rating: G

Length: One Shot

Summary: Klaus and Caroline Mikaelson moved to Mystic Falls to put down roots for their family, but the town doesn't prove to be as perfect of a fit as they might have thought.

Date of update: April 29 2021

Louder Than Thunder (Chapter 16)

Author: khaleesiofthewolves

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: All Hell was about to break loose. After dying while protecting a grieving Klaus, Caroline finds herself sent back in time, and she's not who she once was. She's more. Back in Mystic Falls, something else is stirring. After the arrival of a mysterious figure from Klaus' past, it all comes to a head. It really is louder than thunder.

Date of update: April 30 2021

Reasons Not to Date a Mikaelson (Chapter 4)

Author: kcatdino

Rating: T

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Bonnie and Caroline gain a new roommate for their freshman dorm when a vision leads them to tracking down a pregnant Hayley in the Rockies. Also, Bonnie may or may not have raised a certain dead Original instead of Jeremy and Klaus takes a job at Whitmore teaching, to be annoying. He’s very good at it. This is a season 5 rewrite where the Originals never leave for New Orleans. But you know, with comedy.

Date of update: April 30 2021

Rewrite Of American Dream Prom Queen

Author: alyssa_chloe25

Rating: T

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: This is my version of american dream prom queen by trashcanbarbie. The beginning is the same as the original but with a twist in the end. More violence and hybrid klaus comes out to play.

Date of update: April 30 2021

AO3: Last Love (Chapter 2)

FFN: Last Love (Chapter 2)

Author: kirti_01

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Klaus had promised to be her last love, was sure that Caroline, will come to him. Maybe in a year, or a 100, perhaps. But Caroline decides not to wait for that long. After graduation, Caroline moves in with Klaus to give her feelings for him a chance. And Elijah finally lets go of his obsession with Katherine and finds himself attracted to a university student, his student, a human named Samara.

Date of update: April 24 2021

AO3: She Deserves Better (Chapter 43)

FFN: She Deserves Better (Chapter 43)

Author: CrazyGirl92

Rating: E

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Everyone Caroline has ever known is gone, her life has not gone the way she expected at all. What happens when she is attacked on the full moon? What happens if she finds herself back into her past. What will she do with this unexpected chance? How did it happen? Will she make the same choices? Were those even the right ones? Will Caroline wake up and realize just how much better she deserved. And just what will happen when she does?

Date of update: April 24 2021

AO3: The Domino Effect (Chapter 3)

FFN: The Domino Effect (Chapter 3)

Author: CrazyGirl92

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Would the death of three of the five original vampires really not affect the entire world? What happens when the witches at peace decide something must be done about it. How is the story changed if Caroline meets Klaus Mikaelson earlier?

Date of update: April 24 2021

AO3: Corks and Claws (Chapter 21)

FFN: Corks and Claws (Chapter 21)

Author: UppityBitch

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: As alpha pack leader of the Crescent Clan, Caroline has enough to deal with in keeping her wolves in line, but then a familiar sexy hybrid returns with his own set of problems and she can’t help but get involved...

Date of update: April 25 2021

AO3: Judgment Call (Chapter 9)

FFN: Judgment Call (Chapter 9)

Author: Eliliyah

Rating: G

Length: Drabble

Summary: As a Federal Agent, Caroline Forbes has always lived by a strict moral code. But when new evidence comes to light that Klaus Mikaelson, the first man she helped send to death row, may not be guilty hours before his execution, she begins to question everything she’s ever known. As the investigation leads to the heartbreaking truth, she’s forced to choose between what is right and what is just.

Date of update: April 27 2021

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righttovanish · 4 years ago

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To Slexie shippers- something to make you feel better (hopefully) 💐

I honestly used to be so bitter about their deaths, it all happened over 8 years ago and during Christmas I decided to rewatch GA and I became so upset l once again cried for days BUT I guess I can finally be at peace (well... sort of) because Slexie is the only couple that was pure from start to finish. They were so meant to be that Mark had to die because he couldn’t live without her. Him coding when he saw Lexie’s body in the bag gets me everytime. And even when he finished giving his ‚When you love somebody, you tell them...’ speech to Jackson (and we all know he was thinking about Lexie at the time), he felt worse again. I think he wanted to die (which makes even more sense given latest episodes- when Meredith asked George if she got to choose if she wanted to die, George replied that he didn’t but it’s different for everyone- and I’m certain Mark chose to stay with Lexie). Which other GA couple had that? They ruined most of the other ships beyond reparation, and Mark loved Lexie so much that he had to die (once again, him coding when seeing her dead). If that’s not meant to be, then I truly don’t know what is ❤️. And the fact that out of all injuries Mark could have died of, the writes made him die due to a tear in his heart, speaks volumes to me, too. I used to be so bitter because at the time of their deaths it seemed like they had got the worst and most unfair treatment of all the big couples. Oh how the tables have turned... There’s no Japril (😭), no Calzona, no Merder, no Crowen. But Mark and Lexie remained in love till the end. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t fall out of love and stop loving each other. So there’s still Slexie, after all and against all odds. They were never ruined like the other couples have (so even tho they did them dirty AF we still have that to be thankful for). And since heaven obviously exists in the GA universe (it has been proven many times, most recently with the beach) and everyone who has come back seems happy, so I totally agree with the OP- we can assume they finally are, too. So yeah, I was bitter and I will probably always be, just a tad. But I’m not as bitter as I used to be and I’ve started to realise the little details that make so much sense about their whole relationship (death included, I literally CAN’t believe I’m saying that). And these are the details that make their relationship truly beautiful, iconic and like no other on GA. They didn’t have the happiest love story, but omg I feel like they really had the most beautiful one (no hate, it’s my personal opinion ✌🏻). Not all endings are happy, and theirs wasn’t but they are endgame and soulmates. A lot of shippers would love to say that about their ships but can’t- we can. Quoting SpoilerTv- ‚it is forever Mark and Lexie, there is only Mark and Lexie’ (I’ll surely post the full quote and frankly it’s eerie how true their prediction regarding other iconic GA ships has turned out to be, and they said it in 2012...👀). There are probably a lot more things that I wanted to say about their relationship and their deaths, but since it’s like 2 am now I’ll just go to sleep feeling great that I stan icons. And one other thing which makes me feel better- Krista Vernoff, the current showrunner, has been a loyal Slexie shipper since the beginning of their love story in season 5 🥰. She says it’s her favourite GA ship of all time. To me, that’s consoling. When Mark and Lexie died, I was 17. GA was a huge part of my life and I tried to fight it but it turns out, it still is (even tho I don’t watch the show anymore). I still feel the emotions I felt the day 8x24 and 9x01/9x02 aired vividly and I guess I had to get it all out! Thank you for taking the trip down my memory lane, I guess January makes me sentimental lmao Hope it made you feel better! Have a great Monday y’all and stay safe! 💋 #slexieforever Ps I love Eric Dane sooooo damn much I’m so happy I have yet to see The Last Ship! He made Mark Sloan perfect and frankly his good looks only added to the character, not made it.

#slexie #markandlexie #otp #lexiegrey #marksloan #greysanatomy

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chloelucia13 · 3 years ago

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Nothing Personal: the Playlist

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1. Peace - Taylor Swift

All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret

2. Crave You - Flight Facilities ft. Giselle

Why can't you want me like the other boys do? They stare at me while I stare at you Why can't I keep you safe as my own? One moment I have you the next you're gone

3. Allies or Enemies - The Crane Wives

I swear I didn’t mean what I said I swear I didn’t mean it ... All is fair in love and war, but I can’t fight with you anymore This will be the death of me Are we allies or enemies?

4. Lemons - Brye

And I don't wanna encourage your abusive behaviour But I just can't let you win I'm legitimately tired of being walked all over By these insecure babies who think that they're men

5. Even if it’s a Lie - Matt Maltese

You're the girl to push away my doubt But it's too late and we’re too young to know

6. Champagne Problems - Taylor Swift

But you'll find the real thing instead She'll patch up your tapestry that I shredAnd hold your hand while dancing Never leave you standing Crestfallen on the landing

7. Cellophane - FKA Twigs

Didn't I do it for you? Why don't I do it for you? Why won't you do it for me? When all I do is for you?

8. Never Gonna Love Again - Lykke Li

How can we Turn around the heartache Oh I, I'm alone tonight babe And I'm never gonna love again

9. Landfill - Daughter

'Cause this is torturous electricity Between both of us and this is Dangerous 'cause I want you so much But I hate your guts

10. Hoax - Taylor Swift

You have beaten my heart Don't want no other shade of blue But you No other sadness in the world would do

11. I Threw Glass at my Friend’s Eyes and now I’m on Probation - Destroy Boys

You're ruining my life day by day The butterflies you give me are literally making me nauseous This is disgusting, like seriously dude What do you think you're doing?

12. Love Love Love - Of Monsters and Men

Well, maybe I'm a crook for stealing your heart away And maybe I'm a crook for not caring for it Yeah, maybe I'm a bad, bad, bad... bad person Well, baby I know

13. The Hearse - Matt Maeson

I am the man we both couldn't stand I can't wash off the dirt from my hands What was it like to feel in love? What was it like to feel in love?

14. Greek Tragedy - The Wombats

This method acting might pay our bills But soon enough there'll be a different role to fill I love this feeling But I hate this part

15. Gold Rush - Taylor Swift

I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush Everybody wants you But I don't like a gold rush

16. Space Song - Beach House

What makes this fragile world go round? Were you ever lost? Was she ever found?

17. Boys Don’t Cry - The Cure

I would say I'm sorry If I thought that it would change your mind But I know that this time I have said too much, been too unkind

18. All You Had to do was Stay - Taylor Swift

Here you are now, calling me up, but I don't know what to say I've been picking up the pieces of the mess you made People like you always want back the love they pushed aside But people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye

19. She - Dodie

and I'll be okay Admiring from afar Cause even when she's next to me We could not be more far apart

20. John My Beloved - Sufjan Stevens

So can we pretend sweetly Before the mystery ends? I am a man with a heart that offends With its lonely and greedy demands

21. Dust to Dust - The Civil Wars

Let me in the walls You've built around We can light a match And burn them down

22. Fidelity - Regina Spektor

I never loved nobody fully Always one foot on the ground And by protecting my heart truly I got lost In the sounds I hear in my mind

23. Folding Chair - Regina Spektor

Maybe one day you'll understand I don't want nothing from you but to sweetly hold your hand Till that day, just Please don't be so down

24. Enough for You - Olivia Rodrigo

And maybe I'm just not as interesting As the girls you had before But God, you couldn't have cared less About someone who loved you more

25. Cold Cold Man - Saint Motel

Oh, my love I know, I am a cold cold man ... You're the only one worth seeing The only place worth being The only bed worth sleeping's the one right next to you

26. What are you so Afraid Of - Videoclub

What are you so afraid of? Is it love wasting your time?

27. Love - Daughter

I know you regret it, love You told me so many times But I still wonder Why You left with her And left me behind

28. I Hurt Too - Katie Herzig

When an ocean sits right between us There is no sign that we'll ever cross You should know now that I feel the loss

29. Renegade - Big Red Machine ft. Taylor Swift

There was nowhere for me to stay, but I stayed anyway And if I would've known how many pieces you had crumbled into I might have let them lay ... You wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody Is it insensitive for me to say "Get your shit together so I can love you?" Is it really your anxiety that stops you from giving me everything? Or do you just not want to? ... You fire off missiles ’cause you hate yourself But do you know you're demolishing me? And then you squeeze my hand as I'm about to leave

30. Happier Than Ever - Billie Eilish

And I don't talk shit about you on the internet Never told anyone anything bad 'Cause that shit's embarrassing, you were my everything And all that you did was make me fuckin' sad

31. Rules - Jayme Dee

You say you know love, but you are just reflecting words you hear No iron in your veins to give you any sense of pain or fear It's just another lie, it's just another calculation And when the power's out, we're just another old sensation

32. Bitter Heart - Memi ft. Staffan Carlen

Suddenly you look like a stranger A face I knew, but I must've forgotten Emotional flicker, you were my everything

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Oh, I wish that you hadn't pulled the trigger Shot me down with my bitter heart

33. Brush Fire - Sierra Eagleson

How are you, lovely? Reddest rose between all these thorns Morning coffee And a voice to settle all the storms It's kind of funny Hearing you don't need me anymore Just say you love me

34. Sea of Doubts - Azure Ray

A spectator I played my part But nothing could move this heart Until i held the boys hand The little one spoke like a man He showed me death and said This is how you know you're alive

35. First Love/Late Spring - Mitski

So please hurry leave me I can't breathe Please don't say you love me

36. Deep End - Birdy

Ooh, how do we mend? Ooh, I didn't choose to depend on you It's out of our hands Maybe it will work out in the end I don't know if you mean everything to me And I wonder, can I give you what you need? Don't want to find I've lost it all Too scared to have no one to call So can we just pretend?

37. And the Boys - Angus and Julia Stone

Well, it's been days now And you've changed your mind again All the cracks in the walls Reminds you of things we said And I could tell you That I won't hurt you this time But it's just safer To keep you in this heart of mine

38. Strange - Celeste

I am still me You are still you In the same place Isn't it strange? How people can change From strangers to friends Friends into lovers And strangers again

39. The Cut that Always Bleeds - Conan Gray

To say you loved me all along And kissed the bruises 'til they're gone Bittersweet, 'cause I can't breathe Inside your arms

'Cause if you're gonna leave Better leave, better do it fast Can't live another minute Bleeding from my back 'Cause I don't have another one For you to stab And I don't want to have Another heart attack

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But even though you're killing me I, I need you like the air I breathe I need, I need you more than me I need you more than anything Please, please

40. James - Maggie Rogers

"Too young, too thoughtless, " I said to myself With idealistic visions all perched on the shelf And I'm still hoping, waiting for you to come home

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Maybe you're in love or hung up on another And maybe you found a far prettier lover And maybe you'll paint her a picture like you did for me

41. Cry- Cigarettes After Sex

But I need to tell you something My heart just can't be faithful for long I swear I'll only make you cry

Maybe I'd change for you someday But I can't help the way I feel Wish I was good, wish that I could Give you my love now

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namjoon-koya · 5 years ago

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Hi love the writings Can I please request a fluffy all might daughter one again. But make her around 21 older if you wish. Where she gets injured in a fight not like he was but it brings back memories of her sitting on his 'deathbed' as a teen. She wakes up and just fluffy angst between dad and daughter Stay safe

A/N: I hope you don’t mind me adding a hero that like helps the reader get to the hospital afterwards. Also I’m pretty sure y’all can guess who’s fighting you💀

You let a hiss through your teeth as you felt the boiling fire dance on your skin again, you quickly used your quirk to put a shield around you before it could burn you even more. You didn’t understand why this villain was picking a fight with you, some of them tended to blend in and not fight unless they have people with them and yet this villain decided to fight you.

“What’s wrong hero giving up already? I thought you guys were in that bullshit of “fighting till the death.” Kind of thing.” He teased you didn’t say anything, you knew you were losing too much energy with all the times he burned your skin and forced you to make a shield.. it’s like somehow he knew that this would affect you greatly.. “aren’t you All Might’s daughter? C’mon I thought you’d be more stronger like him.”

Your eyes widen how did he know that? Toshinori was always careful with the public knowing he had a daughter, he had too many enemies wanting to kill him so he knew that they would use you as bait if they wanted to ever draw him to them..

“Who says I’m giving up?” You snarled before dropping your shield “I’m just getting started.” You stated, the villain seemed to take amusement in your words, he grinned before walking over at you with fire already draining from his fingertips. You hated this, it was almost like as if he was toying with you like how a predator would play with its prey.

You could only hope that another hero was nearby because this villain definitely wasn’t going to let you live now knowing you were Toshinori’s daughter..

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You didn’t know how long you two have been fighting, it may have been a long time or maybe you truly did feel like giving up. Your quirk wasn’t able to hold back his fire for long and now he was even able to break through your shields. More burn marks kept appearing maybe you weren’t really going to make it out this time, but then you thought about your father about how he lost three people who were close to him.. Nana, Sir Nighteye and your mom.. you couldn’t give up now you were the only thing that your mother left behind for him.

You tried digging your feet into the ground as the villain use his quirk again making you quickly put up a shield around you, you tried holding it for as long as you can.

He still managed to break through your shield either way he wasn’t even breaking a sweat, while you were already bruised up, your clothes half burned and had burn marks. “This is fun and all, but I’m already tired of this play now.” The villain raises his hand right in front of you, you squeezed your eyes shut ready for the pain.

Nothing happened though, you opened your eyes only to realize you were in hawk’s arms “H-Hawks..” you mumbled out he quickly flew to a nearby building before putting you down away from the villain “sorry I didn’t come fast enough, you didn’t really send where you were at.” He said scratching the back of his neck “what about the-“ “Don’t worry another hero is after him.” You slowly nod.

“Hey hawks can you take me home I’m really t-“ you didn’t get to finish your sentence, you felt your knees buckle and your mind turn into mush you could hear hawks shout your name, but after that you only remembered falling asleep.

When you slowly began to regain conscious you could hear a beeping sound and the smell of sanitizer it made you slightly scrunch up your nose, you hated things that smelled like the hospital.. your eyes finally open. Yup you were definitely in the hospital “Y/N.” You looked over at the right and saw your father “d-dad?.. what happened?” You asked as you rubbed your eye.

“Hawks said you were fighting a villain.. Dabi and he ended up injuring you Y/N.”

“Oh..” you look down and see bandages on your arm “explains that.” You joked usually toshinori would smile at any stupid joke you made, but he didn’t he seemed.. angry which was rare “dad? You okay-“

“What were you thinking Y/N?! You could’ve gotten killed!”

“What? You act like if I asked to get attacked! Plus I’m a hero what was suppose to do if he had attacked someone else?” You snapped back crossing your arms.

“Let another hero handle it.”

“Another hero?! Dad! I was the only hero there from what I know!” You argued back, you were suprised that both of you were even acting like this. Rarely both of you never fought like this.

“Y/N don’t you get it? I can’t lose you, I promise your mom that I would keep you safe!”

“Dad! I understand, but I chose to be a hero! This is what a hero is meant to be a protector-“

“Y/N you don’t understand-“

“Oh I don’t understand? No I completely understand! How do you think mom and I felt when we saw you in the hospital after the battle with all for one? She was terrified! So was I, don’t you think we got emotional seeing you hurt? The countless surgeries you needed because of the fight? Seeing you forcing yourself to still be the symbol of peace because the people needed a hero?” You didn’t realize that you started crying.

“Don’t you think I was scared? I was terrified that I wouldn’t be able to see you again.. that I was really going to die..”

Toshinori quickly and carefully hugs you, he didn’t realize that you felt this way. He knew how hard it was for you when you saw him like that, but he didn’t expect for you to still hold onto a memory like that.. “sorry.. I’m really a idiot dad aren’t I?” You giggle, before pulling away from him “sometimes and I’m sorry too.. I didn’t mean to worry you like that dad.”

The rest of the day toshinori stayed by your side in the hospital, both of you talked about the past and about your mother.

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