#need him in ways that would disgrace my ancestors

[wildsaltair]

respectfully I need to climb him like a rope ladder and do him so good we both ascend into the clouds and never recover

[kyleoreillylover]

𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 🖤

Dominik Mysterio x Fem!Bloodline!Reader

“Let me take care of you, sweetheart.” + “Take out your anger on me. I can handle it."

Summary: Your family is pissing you off, and Dominik is more than happy to let you take your anger out on him.

A/N: Dominik brain rot is real and this is the result of it (this took so long 😭) and was inspired by the gif below. This is my first smut and probably my last, so please be nice! Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 6,016

Warnings: SMUT!! Cursing, family drama.

You sighed as you rubbed your temples, closing your eyes for a moment and feeling the incoming headache about to come as the room got louder and louder with anger. You opened your eyes to see Roman and Jimmy still arguing, yelling and getting closer and closer to each other. Jey was sitting in the corner, jaw clenched as he let them get into it. Solo was standing next to you, keeping a watchful eye on them in case things got out of hand. Your eyes met, and you can tell by the look in his eye he was done with all this shit too.

Why couldn't they talk this out like men instead of acting like children? You thought, rolling your eyes. You snapped out of your thoughts when Jimmy pushed Roman into the corner, all of you quickly getting up to separate them.

"You guys need to stop this!" You shouted angrily as you and Jey held Jimmy back, Solo trying to calm Roman down but to no avail.

"No, he needs to stop being a manipulative asshole! Apologize for losing? Acting like you wouldn't have lost without our help. My help. I ain't apologizing for shit, ‘Tribal Chief'!"

"Jimmy, chill out!" Jey tried, but Roman's laugh echoed throughout the room, and Jimmy tried to get out of our grips.

"Nah, let him run his mouth. You don't see your brothers acting like this, huh? Or your sister? You know why they aren't acting like this? Because they know that I am right, they know that you disgraced everybody. You disgraced this family, your ancestors, your legacy, and me, your Tribal Chief. You need to apologize for them, but most importantly, you will apologize to me."

"I ain't apologizing for anything! You wouldn't have even been Tribal Chief if it weren't for us, uce! You were a disgrace until we helped you get to the top! So if I am gonna apologize to anyone, I'ma apologize to myself for helping you get there in the first place!" Jimmy spat out, nostrils flaring as he clenched his fists, continuing to try and break out of our grip. You felt all the patience slip out of you in that very moment and you snapped, grabbing Jimmy’s shirt and pushing against the wall.

"You all need to shut the fuck up!" You screamed, Jimmy becoming lax in your grip with a look of shock on his face, the others quiet in shock as well. Finally, they shut up.

“You need to put your ego’s in check and start acting like men instead of acting like children!” You yelled furiously, scowling at them.

"He needs to-" Jimmy began, but you gave him a glare that could kill and he shut his mouth.

"You both need to stop trying to be right and start talking to each other like grown ass people. You need to stop holding grudges and let shit go. " You hissed, letting him go and turning towards Roman.

"And you need to keep your 'Tribal Chief' ego in check and stop crapping on people just because things don't go to plan." You snapped at him.

"Uce, calm down." Jey made his way towards you, trying to quell your anger before you said something Roman would make you regret, but you gave him a look and he backed away. You couldn't care less about Roman right now, he needed to hear the truth.

"Calm down? Are you kidding me?" You scoffed in disbelief.

"Don't you see what's happening? You're giving everybody what they want. They want to see us crumble, want to see our dominance fall so they could rise and take our top spot here."

You looked at Jimmy, seeing his face turn from anger to a mixture of embarrasment and relization."You're feeding into Sami and Kevin, letting them get in your heads. Why do you think they keep digging and digging? Because they want to keep those titles, and your basically ensuring they win by engaging with their stupid bullshit!"

You turned to Roman, who was stunned silent for the first time in a while. He had rarely seen you angry, even when you were kids. You were always the moral compass for the group, keeping their moral up with your caring energy. But you thought that now they needed the hard truth instead of caring words.

"And you need to stop letting your ego cloud your morals. Just because we're family doesn't mean you get a pass to be an asshole." Roman met your challenged gaze, still silent but didn't look as angry as before. Solo stood next to him, a stunned look on his usually stone-cold face as he watched you rip everybody to shreds with a tone you usually reserved for your rivals.

"You all are out of your mind if you think I'm letting everything I worked hard for go to waste because you don't want to get along. Get it together the next time I see you, I'm getting some air." You casted everyone a look before grabbing your jacket, slipping it on and leaving the room.

You franticly sped out of the arena, needing to just breathe and feel the cool night air on your skin. The fans were long gone by this time, so you didn't need to worry about being spotted. You sat on a bench, putting your head in your hands and trying to breathe through the haze of anger you felt suffocating you and coursing through your veins.

"Trouble in paradise?" You snapped out of your daze, already knowing who it was and not bothering to pick your head back up.

"Shut up, Dominik. I'm not in the mood." You mumbled loudly enough for him to hear. You heard him laugh, not taking you seriously. "Ooh, the full name this time. What happened to Dom? Am I in trouble?"

You picked your head up, glaring at him. "I said I'm not in the mood. Leave me alone and find someone else to bother."

He stopped laughing, realizing you weren't joking. "What happened?"

"None of your concern. Are you deaf? Leave. me. alone." You made a move to stand up, but he pushed you back down gently, sitting down next to you.

"Can you not be annoying for once and actually listen to me?" You spat at him, trying to stand up again but he grabbed your waist, restraining you.

"What happened?" He repeated, seeing your eyes glazed with anger. He had never seen you this mad outside of the ring before, and it made him unnerved for it to be directed at him. You were usually playful with him, sometimes having mean banter with your character work but you both didn't mean any of it. But you were never like this.

"Family business." You finally answered him, short and clipped. You tried looking away from him but he gently grabbed your cheek.

"Look at me, mi corazon." You tried to ignore the way the pet name made your stomach tighten with butterflies and listened to him, looking deep into his eyes, distracting yourself with his brown orbs that almost made you forget about your anger. Almost.

"What did your family do?" You felt the anger rush back and you mockingly chuckled. “Jimmy and Roman keep starting arguments on literally anything instead of focusing on winning. Now everybody thinks were weak and vulnerable, even though I've done nothing but pull my weight!" You huffed out, breaking out of his grip and standing up, clenching your fists. You muttered to yourself angrily, wanting to scream, hit something, do anything to let out the frustration gnawing at you.

But Dominik stood up with you, grabbing your wrists, and yanking you back into his arms. You scowled at him, trying to pull away from him. “Let go of me!”

“Not until you breathe, mi vida.” He held your wrists in one hand and grabbed your face with the other, softly caressing your face, his heartbeat and husky smell of his cologne invading your scenes.

“Look at me, mi amor.” Dominik instructed, his brown eyes gazing into yours as you ignored the way your stomach churned everytime he spoke Spanish to you and kept trying to pull your wrists away from him. But he opted for letting go of your face, bringing your head into his chest, and you felt his hot breath near your ear as he nuzzled his head into your neck. "Cálmate, carino."

Screw him and his stupidly hot Spanish. You felt yourself melt into him, some calmness washing over you the longer you were in his arms. He let go of your wrists, and you wrapped your arms around his waist, shivering when he laid feather-light kisses onto your neck.

Dominik continued kissing your neck, loving the feeling of you in his arms and shivering under his touch. He waited for your breathing to slow down to let you go, but he wrapped an arm around your waist, not wanting you out of arms reach.

"You better now, sweetheart?" You nodded, you still felt that haze of anger but it wasn't at strong as before. "I need words, baby.”

"I'm better now, Dom." You grabbed his free hand and held it, relishing in the smile he gave you.

"I can tell now that you called me Dom." You rolled your eyes playfully at his smirk and grabbed the hand that was around your shoulder and held it, relishing in the smile he gave you.

“Do you have a ride back? Dominik asked, to which you shook your head. “I was too mad at the boys to drive with them, so I’ma just get an uber-”

“You’re riding with me.” You gave him an amused smile at his demanding tone, it was usually the other way around.

“You sure you don't need mami's permission for that?" You giggled when he yanked you closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, his forhead leaning against yours and his lips so, so close to yours.

"You know more than anyone I don't need her permission." Dom pushed his lips onto yours, kissing away your smirk and losing himself in the taste of you. God, you were addicting.

You kissed him slowly at first-as if you wanted to torture him-and he hated and loved you for it. He groaned into your mouth when you snuck a hand up to his hair, pulling it just the way you knew he liked it and kissing him even harder, your tongue slipping into his mouth. His fingers dug into your waist almost painfully as you clung to him, his touch burning your skin in the best way and you pulled his hair harder in response.

You pulled away first, the both of you panting and out of breath. You ran your fingers through his hair, smiling brightly at him when he leaned into your touch. You felt the heat creep back up looking at him, his hair slightly touseled and his muscles showing through his dark black tee. You felt the urge to kiss him again, so you did. He laughed into your lips, letting you steal another kiss before pulling away. “I meant what I said before. I'm not letting you go into a random car by yourself in the middle of the night just because you're mad at your idiot brothers."

"They are not idiots."

"They are if they decided to make you angry." You laughed, playfully nudging him, and he grinned before brushing your hair out of your face. You looked up at him through your lashes, seeing him gaze at you with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Let me take care of you, sweetheart." You bit your lip, struggling to choose between your stubbornness or giving in to what you want. As if sensing your internal conflict, Dominik caressed your face, running his thumb over your lips, making you break out of your stupor. He smirked when you instinctively parted your lips, it’d been too long yet your bodies still remembered each other.

"Please?" You couldn't refuse him, not when he was looking at you like you were the only thing he ever wanted to think of.

"Fine, but I get to have the aux." Music was the last thing on your mind, but he didn't need to know that. At least not right now.

"Deal, but only cause you have great taste."

"You're right. I do have great taste." You eyed him up and down, winking at him and giving him a smirk that made him utterly weak for you. "Lead the way. You're driving."

The drive was quiet, music playing softly in the background as you put a hand on Dom's thigh, inching higher and higher the closer you got to the hotel. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as he tried to get himself under control. You grinned seeing him like this, letting you be in charge. You needed to release your anger and have a stress reliever, and he was more than willing to let you use him as one. It wouldn't be the first time.

Before you knew it, you were at the hotel. You kept your hands to yourself until you went into the elevator, and as soon as its doors closed, you were all over Dominik, gripping his shirt and pushing him against the wall, giving him a searing kiss.

He welcomed it, kissing you back just as hard, moaning into your mouth when you bit his lip. He grabbed your legs and hoisted you onto his waist as if you weighed nothing. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting yourself get dizzy in his arms, letting out a whine when he slid his tongue against your lip to draw it between his teeth. Your mind switched off, and all you could do was feel feel feel. Feel his bruising grip on your legs, his lips nibbling and biting any part of your mouth he can find, the heat growing in between your legs, his muscles flexing underneath your arms as you both turned each other into a writhing mess.

Your back hit something cold, and you pushed Dom away instinctively and opened your eyes, realizing you were in front of the hotel room. He whined at the loss of contact, his mouth moving to your neck, and you groaned and arched into him when he sucked a sensitive spot behind your ear.

"Fuck, do that again." You demanded, trying to keep your voice steady as you leaned your head on the wall, giving him more access to your neck. Dom let out an airy chuckle. You were hot when you got bossy. "Whatever you want, Mamacita." He murmured into your skin, obeying and kissing that same spot, trying to distract himself from the way your whines and whimpers were going straight to his dick long enough to get his keycard and open the room.

He brought you both into the room, setting you on the bed, hovering over you, and capturing your lips with his. Any coherent thoughts he had melted away as you deepened the kiss, distracting him with your tongue hot and probing in his mouth.

You took this opportunity to roll the both of you over and switch your positions, not breaking the kiss. You laid on top of him, gripping his shoulders for balance, and grinded your hips against his, internally smirking when Dominik threw his head back, hissing. You did that again, and again and again until he gripped your hips to stop you.

“Too much?” You asked, leaning down to kiss his neck, enjoying him writhing against you. He shook his head, but he could still see the hesitation in your eyes as you stopped kissing his neck. He snuck his hands underneath your jacket and shirt, rubbing circles onto your soft skin, feeling you relax into him.

"Don't be afraid to take your anger out on me. I can handle it." You picked your head up at those words, moving off from him and giving him a questioning look, wanting to be sure he wasn't uncomfortable. He gave you a sexy smirk that had you internally melting in response, shrugging off his shirt. You took off your own, muscled chest heaving as he eyed your bloodline jacket you threw across the room.

"You'd look better in my jacket." You rose a challenging brow, taking off your bra, smirking when Dom's head snapped down to your chest. You leaned down to his ear, sneaking your hand down to his jeans. Your boobs were pressed against his chest and hot breath against his skin making him shiver. You knew just how to drive him crazy.

"Treat me right tonight and maybe I will wear it." You nipped his skin harshly and palmed his dick at the same time. A moan ripped out of him as he arched into your hand, the last strand of composure he had slipping away from him as you continued to palm him.

"Ahh, please, please...don't stop." He pleaded, the rough material of his jeans rubbing into him deliciously and your hands already felt so good. You were making him feel like he was in heaven and you'd barely even begun.

He whined when you moved your hand away, trying to buck his hips up but you pushed his hips down, giving him a glare. "Did I tell you to move?"

"I'm sorry, mi amor-" Dom tried to mutter out as an apology, but you shook your head, cutting him off.

"I'll let it slide this time, but don't do it again. Did you forget that I'm in charge tonight, mi cielo?" He shook his head, his skin heating up and dick getting harder at your words. If speaking Spanish drove you absolutely crazy, imagine how it made him feel.

"Good. Now take off your pants." He obeyed, and you moved off him so he could sit up and pull them off. Once they were off, you moved on top of him, sitting on his chest. He gave you a pleading look, hands itching to touch you. You nodded, and his lips went to suck one of your boobs, his hands massaging your other one.

"Ahh...fuck Dom." You moaned out, the heat between your thighs only intensifying at the feeling of his warm mouth and soft lips sucking on your nipple. You tangled your fingers through his soft hair, biting your lip to contain your moans so the entirety of the hotel filled with wrestlers and your friends didn't hear you. He licked and nibbled at it making you arch your back and stifle your moans. He smirked into your skin, flicked your other nipple until it hardened, before biting and sucking his way down your chest and belly, your skin on fire from his touch.

Before his hands could travel lower, you pressed your hand against his chest. He quickly pulled away once he felt you pushing him, concerned eyes scanning your body for any injury or discomfort.

"Are you okay, Hermosa? Did I hurt you?" He asked, giving you another once over before you cupped his face to stop making him worriedly look into your eyes.

“No baby, you’d never hurt me.” You gave him a comforting look, reassuring him. He looked into your eyes for anything that said otherwise, and once he found none he let out an internal sigh of relief, letting himself lean into your touch. As much of an asshole he made himself to be on TV, he never wanted to make you uncomfortable.

You smiled when he leaned into your touch, stroking his cheek. You loved seeing this side of him he only reserved for you.

“I just thought you’d like it better like this.” You pushed him until his back hit the bed, straddling him. He groaned when you hovered over his face, his lips inches away from tasting your glistening wet pussy.

“Fuck, are you trying to kill me, mami?” Dom whined out, his voice husky with need as he gripped your thighs, trying to pull you down. You held onto the headboard before he could, stopping his attempts. “Please, let me taste you, mami.” He pleaded, giving you puppy dog eyes that you would fall for in any other circumstance. But you'll give him what he wants soon enough.

“Listen to me and I will.” You smirked at how quickly he quieted down at that, nodding at you. “This night is about me. I'm in control. Don't forget that, and maybe, I'll give you a reward. You understand, baby?”

"I understand, mi amor," Dom answered, his voice almost turning into a whine as he tried to control himself from yanking you and tasting you, he didn't want to risk a punishment from you.

"Good boy.” You cooed, the nickname and your sickly sweet tone making his cock harden even more. But he didn't have time to think about it because you were lowering yourself down, sitting on his face.

Your knees buckled and you immediately let out a moan as Dom sucked your clit harshly, hungrily eating you out and groaning into your pussy, making you moan even more.

It was like an out of body experience; you didn't register the moans coming out of you as he licked and toyed with your clit, egged on by the pretty sounds coming out of you. You grinded your face against him when he licked up and down your cunt, his tongue lapping at your folds. He gripped your thighs even tighter, and let you grip his hair and use him as you pleased.

Your moans got more high pitched and shakier as he used his mouth and strong jaw to work every inch of you, holding you tighter as you squirmed against him. He could tell you were getting closer to he flicked his tongue over your clit again and again, causing you to moan loudly and thread your fingers into the sheets. "F- fuck, oh my god, don't stop, Dom." You cried out.

"I don't plan on it, baby. " He mumbled, his words muffled under your pussy. You moaned at the vibrations of his voice that felt so good against your pussy and sent shivers straight up your spine, threatening to send you over the edge. He noticed your reaction and continued to mumble incoherently as his tongue played with your clit, making you get closer and closer to your high.

You shut your eyes when the pleasure became too much, clenching the sheets even tighter as you came with loud moans that sounded like music to Dom's ears. He helped you ride out your orgasm, licking and slurping your juices up until you were gripping his hair gently and trying to push him away.

Dominik tasted your pussy one last time before coming up to kiss you, smiling against your lips. He looked so pretty, hair matted and messy, his face red and lips soaked with your cum that you could taste as he kissed you like his life depended on it.

"Do I get my reward baby?" He asked, pulling away from the heated kiss, pupils blown out with lust. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his skin breaking out in goosebumps as your lips kissed his sensitive skin, meeting his lips again.

"Of course sweetie, as long as you promise to fuck me so hard I forget everything but you."

He gave you a devilish smile that made your lower body heat up again, and in one swift move scooped you up effortlessly and turned your positions around, smirking down at your naked form.

"I promise. And you know I don't break my promises, mi corazon." His voice dropped into a low sexy whisper, eyes never leaving you like he couldn't wait- needed- to have you right then and there. He gave you one last smirk before lowering down and kissing you with intensity, with passion, like he was trying to tell you all the ways you made him high on you, how you were like a drug that he couldn't let go even if he wanted to.

And as his hands lowered down again, and found that one spot that made your eyes roll back and his cock ache when your body arched into him as if you couldn't get enough of his fingers, he knew he definitely did not want to let you go.

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You stirred awake gently, shifting under the sheets and feeling warmth surrounding you. Your tired limbs ached as you groggily turned, snuggling and trying to get closer to the heat, feeling a cool breath over your skin. It wasn't until you felt a soft, familiar breath against your neck that your eyes fluttered open, seeing Dominik 's face leaned in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist tightly.

You smiled at his sleeping form that was cutely attached to you like a koala bear, like he couldn't get enough of you even while he was sleeping. You managed to move away from him just enough to get your phone from the nightstand, laughing quietly when Dom quickly pulled you back into his arms.

You snuggled back into his arms, turning on your phone and seeing the multiple missed calls and new messages you had come through from the twins, Paul and Solo, and surprisingly Rhea while your phone was silent while you and Dom were definitely the opposite. You didn't even bother opening Paul, Jimmy or Romans messages, you didn't have the energy for it.

You opened Rhea’s message first, the two of you were close but she only texted you for emergencies, so you were a bit worried.

DOM’S DOM So, did you and Dom Dom have fun last night?

You weren’t surprised. It was like she had a sixth sense for when you and Dom hooked up.

Yes, we did. I’m not even gonna ask how you know. Mami always knows sweetheart. Bit disappointed you didn’t come to my room though. I haven’t seen you in forever! I can see you later if you let me use you as a cover.. please? Can't exactly tell my brothers about Dominik, can I? You know I can’t say no to you and I can't resist seeing your cute little ass. Catch you later, princess. 🖤 Thank you! See you later babe💗

JEY<3

Yo sis, I know you still mad but I ain't asking you to talk to them, but at least let me know if you're safe or not.

You smiled at his concern, texting him back. He was one of the few in your family who didn't annoy you, aside from Solo.

Yeah, I'm good, just resting up. Just know I'm not mad at you though, just those two bozo heads. See you later <3

You then opened, and frowned, at Solo’s message.

Solo<3

So you with a guy?

There was no way he knew. You weren’t even at the same hotel?! Why and how the hell did he suspect it?

No, I was rooming with Rhea last night. Why are you asking? Just making sure you good. Roman’s kinda pissed at you. He wants to see you later. I’m good, and Roman can stay pissed for as long as he wants. I said nothing but the truth.

You shut your phone off, not wanting to think about your family acting like man children any longer.

You smiled and let out a sigh when you felt Dom trail kisses down on your neck, it was like he could read your mind. It was one the many things you loved about him; he knew what you needed before you yourself even knew. You leaned back, giving him more access to your neck, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin. He continued kissing your skin for a few more moments before propping himself up and meeting your eyes, a soft smile on his face as he took you in.

“You sleep well, hermosa?” He asked with that husky morning voice you always wanted to wake up to as his eyes raked over your form, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin.

“That was the best sleep I’ve had in a while.” You admitted, giggling at the satisfied smirk that played on his lips.

"I'm glad I could tire you out." Dom teased you, smirk widening when you leaned closer to him to kiss him. Your fingers tracing a path down his chest as you slowly kissed him, savoring the taste of morning on his lips. His arms pulled you in closer, deepening the kiss as if trying to convey all the desire that had built up during the night.

Breaking the kiss, you traced your fingers lightly along the contours of his jawline, savoring the feel of his stubble beneath your touch. He relaxed into your touch, his hazel eyes gazing at you with a knowing look.

"Your idiot family still bothering you?" Dominik treaded lightly, not wanting to ruin the mood.

You rolled your eyes at the mention of them. "They aren't idiots." You gave him a pointed look when he lifted up a brow and he raised his hands up in defense. "But yes, Roman wanted to meet up with me."

"To apologize to you, right?" Dom moved away from you and sat up when he was met with silence and a guilty look. "Don't tell me your thinking of apologizing to him, mi corazon."

"I don't know, Dom," you sighed, also sitting up and running a hand across your face. "I know Jimmy will apologize to me, he loves me too much to stay mad at me. But Roman would rather drop dead than apologize. And it'll just cause tension if we act like we are in a cold war with each other."

Your heart hurt at the look Dominik was giving you, but you didn't know what else to do except reassure him. "Trust me, it's just easier this way."

"It would be easier if you just joined Judgment Day!"

You sighed and shook your head at Dominiks words. It wasn't the first time he brought it up, and it wouldn't be the last time you refused his offer either. After all those late nights hanging out after shows at Waffle House or other rendezvous activities you'd have, with the two of you cuddled up next to each other, away from the pressure of famous families and overzealous egos, when nothing else but the moon could shine a light on your innermost thoughts, was when he would gain the courage to ask you.

You always looked like you were close to considering it, but it would turn morning and all signs of even maybe accepting it would wash away and be replaced with fear and with you bringing up Roman. And he'd drop it, but he never understood why you did. He could protect you, give you the power you wanted with the Judgment Day! Why didn't you trust him? Why were you so scared of Roman?

"You know more than anyone I can't do that, Dom."

"But you can! You want to stay at the top, we can keep you there!" Dominik insisted, running a hand through his hair frustratingly. "The guys will like you, and Rhea already loves you! We won't treat you like Roman. He treats you like—"

"Like family." you finished his sentence, a hint of bitterness in your voice and a look Dominik couldn't place on your face. "And that's why I can't leave him. At least, not right now." 

Dominik perked up at your last sentence, his eyes searching yours for a hint of understanding. "Not right now?" he questioned, hope flickering in his gaze.

You gave him a small smile, the look in your eyes telling more than words could. "Not right now."

And that was all the confirmation he needed. He didn't need to know anything else- he knew you'd handle it and come to him when the time was right.

His smile mirrored yours as you moved closer to him, your tone shifted from serious to teasing, wanting to change the tense mood. "But until then, don't get in trouble with my family. Solo already suspects us, I don't need him trying to beat your ass."

Dominik laughed, wrapping an arm around you, the tension between you two dissipating as he responded, "Baby don't worry, you know I can take him."

You gave him an amused smile and leaned into him. "Oh, is that why you were hiding behind Rhea last night?"

Dominik chuckled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "I wasn't hiding behind her! I was just... checking out the best angle to hit him, y'know?"

"Mhm, whatever you say baby." You mocked him, giggling at the pout he gave you and deciding to kiss it off of him. Dominik couldn't help but smile against your lips as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving in sync with yours.

Breaking the kiss, you grinned up at him before looking up at the clock and seeing the time.

"Speaking of Rhea, I promise I would hang out with her later. So I better get out of bed before she beats me up." You barely made a move to get out of bed before Dominik whined and pulled you on top of him.

"Can't you stay here longer? She can wait." Dominik pleaded with puppy dog eyes, begging you to stay with him.

You couldn't help but smile at his puppy dog eyes and how he pulled you back onto the bed. "You're too cute, you know that?"

Dominik grinned, his arms wrapped around you as he nuzzled your neck. "So, does that mean you're staying?"

Your hands gently played with the ends of his hair, "How about this? We hop in the shower, make up for lost time, and once we're all clean and pretty, we can go grab some breakfast, and then I'll meet up with Rhea. Deal?"

Dominiks face lit up with a mischievous grin at the thought of you in the shower with him.

"Deal!" he replied enthusiastically, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. He then reluctantly let you go and climbed out of bed, extending a hand to help you up.

You accepted his hand, allowing him to pull you out of bed and lead you to the bathroom. As soon as all of your clothes were shed and the water was on, Dominik picked you up and smashed his lips onto yours, lifting you and bringing the both of you in the shower.

"Dominik... Not now." You managed to protest between kisses as the warm water cascaded over both of you. He ignored your protests in favor of the moans sputtering out of you as he trailed his lips down your neck, sucking harshly into your supple skin.

"Hermosa, I want to taste my breakfast right now." He mumbled into your skin, addicted to the blissed out expression on your face as continued kissing you, lowering himself onto his knees. He was just enamored and completely addicted to you and the hold you had on him.

And you couldn't get enough of him either, just as addicted to him as he was to you. He was just purely addictive- his personality, his charm, his aura,  just him. And as you grabbed a fistful of his hair on the back of his head and guided him right where you wanted him, you knew two things.

Rhea would kill you both after this.

And 2, that you were officially a goner for Dominik. The man who many on the roster called a snake, a manipulative, a liar, a sell out. A man who burned everything he hurt to the ground.

But you wanna know what the scary part was? That you didn't even care.

Not one bit.

And if you got burned?

You would gladly get engulfed in flames if somewhere in that fire you'd get the warmth of his love.

[naomikozura]

Love of My Life: Part 2

Heian Era! True Form! Ryomen Sukuna x Sorcerer!Fem!Reader

A/N: I want to put an actual paragraph warning in here. Remember this is Sukuna’s story during the Heian Era, using bits and pieces from what I've researched on JJK and him during this era.

This chapter shows INTENSE GRUESOME SCENES including torture, psychological torture, abuse, massacres, and burning buildings. This is a DARK THEME story, it is meant as a work of FICTION and its 18+ ONLY MDNI!!!!

Warnings: strong language, violence, mention of mass murder, angst, generational trauma, complicated family dynamics, family abuse, murder, emotional turmoil and abuse, manipulation, sadistic tendencies, corruption of power, dark themes, burning down villages, murder, masochistic tendencies, sadistic behavior, decapitation, prostitution, sex scenes (in a brothel), torture, psychological torture, (lmk if I missed any!)

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Part 1 || Part 3

The night was quiet, the aftereffects of your fight still lingering in the air. You hadn’t spoken to them for the rest of the evening, letting yourself sit with the hurt of your father’s words.  Your eyes were red, puffy from the silent tears you shed in the past hour. 

Defective. Wasted potential. Disgrace. 

Why has this been your life? Why were you born into one of the Four? Did you live a cruel existence in a past life, were you paying for the sins of your ancestors? Your father despised you being his daughter, hated that his claim was weakened because you were a daughter instead of a son, that you would never be as powerful as the sons of the other Families. You did everything to bring honor to your family. You studied, you trained, you focused on your inherited technique, you brought peace between villages with your kindness and political intelligence, you tried for the better part of your life to mold yourself into what your father wanted. You obeyed his demands, agreed to his greedy power tactics, even believed you were okay marrying Zetsubou  Zen’in when deep down you didn’t want to. You were more than just a pawn in his game, more than means to an end, more than just something to solidify your family name in the realm and create a greater power. 

Little did he know he was slowly pushing you to your brink. You believed you controlled yourself well, keeping composed in even the worst of situations but your composure slowly started to crumble with every new task he had for you. The pressure slowly built up and you couldn’t take it anymore, you didn’t want to sell your life away just for someone else to gain all the power. 

What a cruel life you were given. 

“Y/n”, you felt your heart skip a beat, a low rumble vibrating through you as your bones became hyper aware of who called your name. You turned around, your eyes meeting his deep red ones as he stood in your bedroom. You didn’t even begin to wonder how he got in, he was a gifted sorcerer, he could do anything.

“Ryo..”, you called his given name, not remembering when you had started but when he showed no distaste in your doing so, you continued to call him by name. 

“Come.”, it was all he needed to say as you nodded, slipping on your night robe and your shoes before following him through the back door of your home. You stayed glued to his side as he led you through the woods, suddenly realizing he was using his technique to hide both your cursed energy. He’d put a veil over the both of you to camouflage from any scouts patrolling the woods. 

Silence fell over the both of you, walking for about a half hour before reaching the end of the woods, a blue lake illuminated by the moon at the bottom of a slight hill. The water was bright, the moon reflecting beautifully to light up the water in a serene and breathtaking way. 

“The ground here is loose.”, he said blankly before grabbing you, picking you up in his arms as you sank into him, letting your head rest in the curve between his jaw and shoulder. He had a musk to him, a woodsy smell that brought comfort over you and let you relax into his touch. 

You wondered if you were the first person he’d touched like this? Deep down you knew he’d probably indulge in the company of concubines, he was a man with needs and one many couldn’t refuse. You were certain many of the women would jump at an opportunity to have the King of Curses in their bed. A sting grew in your chest at the thought. 

Once he’d reached the bottom, he set you down on the grass, your body small in comparison to his. He stared at you with curious eyes, the dichotomy of your existence in contrast with his was a wonder to him. He was grueling, sadistic, had the body that would make anyone recoil on sight, and held no remorse in his actions towards others. Meanwhile, you were kind, intimate, beautiful, and gifted. You had three of the most powerful names in this era asking for your hand in marriage, every man in surrounding towns having heard of the L/n daughter who was the heir to the L/n bloodline and being gifted with the Eye of Aurora. He knew your ability was powerful, strong enough to possibly even go head to head with him once you’d reached its full potential. Deep down he already knew you’d be considered one of the strongest sorcerer’s in the Heian era once you reached your full ability. 

He hadn’t come to terms with his reasoning for letting you live, for helping you, for feeling intense amounts of cursed energy at your distress. He wasn’t a man of emotion nor empathy. He saw emotion as a weakness, mundane, meaningless. He hated weak humans, despised the sight of overly emotional lackeys and often killed them on sight or elongated their emotional distress with mental torture. Emotion was something he disregarded and found useless, and yet it was the very thing that kept him from even thinking of bringing harm onto you. 

Was this punishment for his track record of horrific slayings? Were you sent by some being to punish him with your existence?

“Why are we here?”, your red eyes met his gaze, something in his chest burning at the sight of your defeated stare. He could tell you’d been crying, he felt your distress from across the realm and it burned him alive. He’d almost crossed across the entire woods just to show at your home and end your father’s life for laying a hand on you. 

“Your father.”, he started roughly. “He’s a pathetic excuse of a man, an insolent waste of human flesh.”

Your tired eyes widened at the hatred dripping from his lips, the words filled with venom as his eyes darkened. You’d heard about his anger and wrath among the scribes in your village, it was enough to wipe out an entire population and he’d done it multiple times before. You knew if he truly wanted to, he could end your father’s life with no hesitation.

You looked down at the water, watching as the water moved and the ripples distorted the moon, your chest hurting as it contracted. “He…”, you choked on your words, the break in your voice creating a rise of energy in him. “He thinks I’m defective, a disgrace to our family.”

His eyes looked over at you, the burning in his chest growing larger. 

“He threatened to get the elders from the Zen’in clan to exorcize my ability and… let me die without our ancestral guides”

He wasn’t much for believing in spiritual practices, but you’d grown up believing you needed your ancestors to guide you to the next life. it was a common belief within the families especially when you came face to face with cursed spirits constantly. They’d always been exorcized and seeing them cry out as you did knowing they’d just die, you wanted to believe there was a place where your soul could rest easy in the after. 

You felt a whirl of his cursed energy, feeling the rage boiling inside of him. A part of you feared what could happen to your father if Sukuna really wanted to get rid of him, but another sadistic, cruel part of you that you’d never encountered before told you that your father deserved whatever he had coming to him. After years of his grueling expectations, you started to hate your father for his greedy and selfish ways. You knew deep down in the hidden depths of your heart that you couldn’t bring yourself to feel remorse if he died. 

The exorcism of cursed energy was painful, you could easily say that due to how spirits cried when they would get absorbed. The exorcism of an inherited special ability was far worse. You’d heard stories of Yu L/n. He’d been exorcized of the Eye of Aurora and executed after he’d wiped out an entire village because he couldn’t control his technique. It was a horror story, a gruesome tale, it scared you to no end at the possibility that the same could happen to you. An exorcism of a special technique meant death. It was the most grueling way to torture and kill someone, leaving them alive meant they’d be a shell of a human, struggling and living at a lesser quality of life. No humane person would allow someone to live in such agony. Inherited techniques were bonded to the inheritors soul, binding together to make the energy and the human soul one for whatever lifespan the sorcerer had. It was the reason manipulation and control was easy for those who inherited special abilities, because it was connected to them in every way down to the genetic makeup of their bodies. 

You stood next to him in silence, your body numb of emotion as you recounted everything your father had said to you. Were you really wasted potential? Were you really defective? 

“I’ll kill him.”, his voice vibrated, your eyes staring at him while he focused on the body of water in front of the both of you. “I’ll make him suffer, perhaps exorcize his cursed energy to give him a taste of his own ignorance”

“Ryo, please.”, your soft voice sent a wave of warmth through his body. “I don’t want unnecessary bloodshed.”

He realized then why the realm considered you the Princess of Peace. You wanted to fight for your rights to life, fight for what was fair to the realm without bloodshed. Every gathering you’d been to had always swayed in your favor and he knew deep down it wasn’t because of your family name. You were just logical and intelligent to showcase why your outlook was necessary in the development of the Jujutsu world. You truly believed deep down there would be ways to save jujutsu sorcerers and regular humans without having to create an all out war. 

A part of him whirled in anger, another not understanding your stance. He disregarded human emotion at all costs, thought it to be weak, pathetic, unbeneficial, and a waste of energy. When he looked at the way people reacted first instead of thinking it made him recoil in disgust, when he’d see sobbing mothers or angry fathers at the villages he’d consumed he laughed, feeding off their distress and growing in power. He thrived off the negative emotion, yet he couldn’t bring himself to care for anything except gaining his right to the realm. He believed he was the pinnacle of jujutsu sorcery and everyone else was simply a lackey and weak. 

He’d consider you one of them had you been anyone else, but there was something about you that made him hold you at a higher regard. You held every characteristic he despised of humans, of lesser sorcerers and yet he couldn’t bring himself to put you in the same category as them. It was like you had all immunity from his hatred, his wrath, his disgust. He didn’t know why you were different from the rest, he just knew you were and he couldn’t bring himself to figure out why. He didn’t want to. 

“What do you suggest I do then? Sit around and feel your energy get more distressed every time he talks to you like you’re worth nothing?”

For some reason, his confession of feeling your distress made your heart skip a beat. You knew he could feel all the energy around him, the powerful, the weak, the unstable, the murderous, and he cared most about yours. He felt your distress and it made him angry. Something about that undeniable truth made you feel warm inside. 

“You know what they tell you is true.”, he said, void of emotion. “I’ve killed hundreds of people, consumed their energy and left them to rot in the ground.”

Why was he saying this?

“I know.”

“I have no remorse, no morality, no human left in me”

“I know.”

It was all you could say, you couldn’t deny the painstaking truth. You knew he was immoral, dangerous, a murderer, you knew and still you ignored it. 

“So why do you choose to stay?”, he bit out. He’d never wanted nor cared about the opinion of anyone but he wanted yours. Why after the past two months did you choose to keep his company? Why after two months did you find yourself enamored with him? 

“Because you don’t care”, you confessed. “You don’t care about what others think, or what they say. You’re free to pass through every inch of this realm without any regard to what anyone has to say or what they think. In the end, you know you’re stronger, you go through life knowing your worth and position and… If I stay around you long enough maybe I’ll learn not to care either.”

Silence. 

He had no words to say as he listened to your voice grow slightly louder. “I want to leave, I don’t want to be the heir to my family’s claim, I don’t want to be held to this impossible standard that my family has for me. I just wish I could’ve been born just a regular human being. I might’ve been weak, ignorant, and blindsided but I would be free of the torment of my family’s expectation of me. I would be nobody and that would be enough.” 

That was just it. You could never be a nobody. You were forced into this life, born into a family of inherited techniques and forced to bring honor to your family no matter the cost. You were shackled to your prison for eternity and with no way out, you accepted the consequences of your position. 

To him though, it was different. You could never be a nobody. Not when he saw you as everything that brought out a sliver of humanity from his black soul. He saw you as everything everywhere all at once. You were kindness and empathy, strength and resilience, he felt it in the energy he absorbed and saw it in the woods he wandered through. He felt your presence in every fiber of his being and he hated it. You consumed him in a way not even the strongest in this realm could even graze him in. 

“He wants me to stop training in the fields and stay in the inner territory. He’s having the elders oversee my training.”, your mouth twitched slightly. “In the end, I'm still forced to develop my domain for him.”

A surge of annoyance whirled inside of him, forcing it back down in order to remain in control of his veil. He could be annoyed at the mundane anger of your father, but he wouldn’t put you at risk of being seen with him just because he wanted to rip your father into shreds. His thoughts seemed normal to him, but he knew if you’d heard his tactic of gaining your freedom you’d surely feel disgusted by him. 

“We should go back.”, you whispered, another tear streaming down your cheek. You looked down as you swallowed a sob, the feeling of his hand wiping the tear away warming your skin. You leaned into his hand, your lachrymose eyes meeting him in a gentle gaze. 

He stayed silent, grabbing your hand as he led you back through the woods and to your home. Your focus was on your intertwined hands, wondering if he’d ever let someone else touch him like this before. Has he ever been so gentle with others or were you the only exception to this? 

When you arrived, you lingered outside for a moment, the silence occupying the space while you tried to find the right words for him. You couldn’t quite place how you felt, but you felt a pull towards him, an uncontrollable feeling that you wanted to get off your chest. 

“Thank you”, was all you could say. He hummed in response before grabbing your hand, his skin rough and his touch gentle. You smiled through your hurt, a piece of your heart breaking at the fact that your freedom to roam had been stolen from you. A piece of you hurt even more than you couldn’t see him anymore. 

You gave him one last smile before walking away, your hand still in his grasp as it slowly untangled itself from his hood and you walked inside your home. After you’d reached your bedroom, you felt the veil of his cursed energy release and his presence disappear. 

Another single tear falling down your cheek while the pain in your chest overcame you, forcing you into a slumber just to escape from the agony. 

Over the past few days, Sukuna came to visit you in your home, concealing his energy and yours in the process in order to keep you from being sensed by others in your family clan. After so much time, he created a body double of you to take your place in bed so that you’d feel more comfortable leaving your room empty in the middle of the night. 

The nights were the only time you had with him now since your training was supervised by the elders, leaving you little room to actually train to create a domain and instead your time was consumed with training your ability. Every night you spent with him made your heart warm, everything about him made you feel whole, made you feel seen. It wasn’t often he’d speak fondly of anything, but he’d express himself to you in a way he’d never let anyone else hear. He preferred hearing you talk, preferred hearing your dreams of a future and a life that wasn’t surrounded by inheritance and power. He’d often disagreed, believing that power was the best thing in any lifetime that someone could obtain, but he found himself understanding your stance more and more every night. 

The two of you would spend every night with each other, staying within reach of your home in case you needed to return quickly, visiting the lake every night. You didn’t know at what point you started to return to his home with him, but you had found yourself in his bed more times than not. You would spend all night wrapped in his arms, his gentle touch on your skin, his fingers running through your h/c hair, breathing you in as you slept in his hold. 

He’d never expected a single thing from you. Your relationship with him was never carnal, he’d never let it get to that point because to him, he didn’t care for physical release anymore. 

Before you, he’d spend the better parts of his nights in brothels, a different concubine each night and drunk on wine and letting himself dip into his pool of women whenever he wanted. A harem waiting to jump into his bed at the snap of his fingers and yet, when you came around it was like all carnal desire evaporated from his being. His sudden disappearance from the brothels left even the concubines in shock, wondering where he’d gone off to not knowing of his infatuation with the L/n heir. 

Your emotional and mental capacity exceeded his beliefs and he found himself going against everything he once swore his life on, finding himself seeing you in a different light in comparison to every other living being. He respected you on a godly level, a level he never regarded anyone else in. You saw the world through a lens of profound clarity and grace, something he’d never wasted time on, something that made you connected to those beneath you but also made you so profoundly unique. You had embedded yourself so deeply into his being that even those around him started to notice the shift within the King of Curses. He found himself in awe of your perspective, mesmerized by the way your heart navigated through everything. 

He felt utterly pathetic. 

But you were content with him in every way. Where you held empathy and grace in your heart, he held control and selfishness. You were gentle and kind, he was merciless and heartless. Your eyes looked at the world with curiosity and he saw it as a kingdom to overtake, a kingdom where he would ultimately rule. A kingdom where he wanted you to serve next to him. To be his till his heart stopped beating and even beyond that.

You were a dichotomous pairing: heaven and hell. 

Still, you felt content when you laid in his arms at night. You felt secure laying in his bed, sleeping next to him, existing in the same space he occupied, looking into his deep red eyes that the rest of the realm were too scared to look into. You loved the way he touched you, his hand gentle as it pushed your hair back while you laid next to him. You loved the way he held you while you breathed against his chest at night before inevitably having to return home before the sunrise. 

That same morning you had returned home, you were preparing for a bath, undressing as you heard the group of maids outside the room. 

“You don’t think he will have heirs, do you?”, one of them asked in a whisper. 

“Someone like him has to have heirs. He wants to rule an empire, surely he’ll find a way to get them.”

“I wouldn’t mind giving him some.”, the final one spoke, making your ears ring in shock as she continued. “Have you seen him? He has to have a harem of women waiting to get into bed with him, not to mention he looks like he would be completely wild in bed.”

You felt your gut turn inside of you. 

“I wouldn’t mind jumping in bed with him, even if it is only once. Just to know what it’s like to get fucked by a real man.”, the maid laughed as their voices disappeared down the hall, leaving you standing in your shock as you let her words sink into your bones. 

You felt… insignificant. Insufficient. Inadequate. 

Later that night when he came for you, a wave of silence covered the both of you. You knew he could feel your energy, the doubt bubbling inside of you as you moved through the woods. Once you’d reached his home, you stood in the middle of the room, waiting for him to break the silence. 

He turned to meet your gaze, the emotion glossing over your eyes as he moved towards you. His hand reached up, pushing your loose strands of hair behind your ear as he caressed your cheek. 

“What’s wrong?”, he breathed. 

“Why?’, your voice shook, leaving him questioning why you were like this tonight. “Why me?”

He stood in silence, waiting for you to continue, knowing you weren’t done with the amount of energy he felt radiating off of you. 

“Why me, Sukuna? You could have anyone, any woman you wanted, hell all the women you wanted. I know you’re far from being a saint, and I accepted that fact a long time ago because I couldn’t care less about who you’d been with before me. I don’t care about your past or how many women you’ve been with… I just need to know.”, you looked up at him with tears in your eyes. “You have so many women, so many concubines at your fingertips. I’m sure you’ve slept with some of them in the past few months, hell maybe even weeks. So, why?”, your voice broke. “Why me?”

Were you not good enough? Sufficient? Worthy?

His silence ate at you, making your gut fill with dread as he stared at you with a blank stare. You could guess that he’d probably taunt you, play with your feelings before delivering his ultimate blow. You wanted to believe that the past few weeks meant something to him in the same way they meant everything to you. You wanted to be enough for someone. Enough for him. 

When his voice broke the silence, you felt your eyes gloss over with tears again.

“I haven’t been with another woman since I met you.”, his voice held the truth, reaching up to cup your cheek.  “Since the first time I saw you, I stopped visiting brothels or entertaining the thoughts of other women.”

A shock sank into your bones at his confession. His eyes bore into yours with truth, with honesty. What he wanted to know was how these thoughts even entered your mind. 

“Who put these thoughts into your mind?”, he asked in a deep growl. 

You hesitated, swallowing the lump in your throat. “One of our maids… She..”

He let out a quiet shush, grabbing your face with both his hands as his thumb grazed over your lips, “You…”, his eyes darkening with what you could only place as lust and possessiveness, “are the only woman in this life and the next, the only woman in this realm and the hundreds of others that I desire.”

And hell did he want you. He wanted every part of you. heart, body, and soul. Down to the simple way your eyes looked at him to the way your cursed energy spiraled into immense power when fighting cursed spirits. He wanted every strand of hair, every piece of your soul, every inch of skin, every minute of your time. He wanted you to consume him in every way and he couldn’t care less about the gravity of your effect on him. If you didn’t exist to be with him, he didn’t want to exist either. He saw himself as the pinnacle of jujutsu sorcery, the king of this realm, and he wanted you to be the one and only thing that could bring him to his knees. If he was the most powerful sorcerer in the existence of humanity and jujutsu, then you were far stronger. You brought the King of Curses to his knees and he couldn’t stop it even if he wanted. He wanted you to have power over him, it meant you belonged to him in every way that mattered. He'd burn the world down if you asked, kill an entire nation to prove his undying loyalty to you, he’d stop his spread of cursed energy to know a moment of peace with you. 

He didn’t know when he’d become so wrapped up in you, but it was too late for him by the time he realized the hold you had over him. 

He was yours with the entirety of his being, with the intensity of his soul, and the remainder of his existence in this life and continue to let you consume him in every lifetime after this one. 

His soul called your name in a way he’d never experienced in his entire life. For a man who didn’t believe in indulging in mundane emotions, he indulged in you and that’s all he needed. 

Your lip quivered, a sob choked out of your lips as you looked at him in a deep admiration. You lifted your hands to wrap around his wrists, sinking into his touch as you whispered to him. 

“I want to see you, Ryo.”, your hand on his face, your gentle lachrymose eyes meeting his hardened ones. “I want to see the real you.”

He would’ve denied the request had you been anyone else, but he was at your mercy, allowing his body to morph into his true being. The very form that left the realm fearing his presence, left them in agony from the overwhelming rush of cursed energy. His true form alone was enough to make an entire nation buckle under his presence. It was gruesome, wicked, twisted, ugly, and macabre. It was something so terrifying they’d used it in stories to children for them to be good for their parents. His true form was something heard about across all of the realm and left nations training for years in hopes to one day kill the King of Curses. And despite all of that wickedness, gruesomeness, and fear, you looked up at him with gentle eyes. 

He showed his true form to you, waiting for the recoil of disgust, the shock of horror and yet none of it came. You looked at him with the same gentleness you had for anyone else in this realm. He had a deformed stomach, four arms, multiple sets of eyes and a plate on his face, teeth sharp like daggers, and body covered in scars and marked in black ink. 

Yet, the only thing that flooded your eyes was admiration. 

Why weren’t you disgusted by him?

Why weren’t you running in fear?

Bowing at his feet?

Why?

“Why do you hide your true form around me?”, you cocked your head slightly. “Everyone in the other families always say you show your true form to add to your dominance over the realm, yet you disfigure your body and make it different when I’m with you… Why?”

Who created you in such a way that you empathize with him instead of cursing him to hell? 

Princess of Peace. 

“Does it bother you?”

“I just don’t see why you have to hide it. You don’t have to do that. Not with me.”

You couldn’t explain the connection to him. 

Was it an invisible string? 

Fated soulmates? 

You didn’t know what it was that his form didn’t frighten you or leave you in shock. You welcomed every being with open arms, perhaps it was your special ability to see cursed energy and gauge its threat to you. His energy never reached levels of threat when he was near you. You’d seen it around other sorcerers and the level grew astronomically. It was almost too much to wrap your mind around and yet when you saw it in the solace of his bedroom, it never pushed you away. 

Inside these walls, no cursed energy existed to harm you. In fact, it was the complete opposite. His cursed energy manifested in a protective veil, ensuring you were guarded completely when you were with him. 

You felt every question swirl in your mind, trying to pinpoint why he had you feeling so alive. 

Was it the desire to leave your family out of spite?

The desire to know what being unhinged was?

The desire to not live within the bounds of the jujutsu code and live freely?

You couldn’t quite place it but you felt envious of his freedom and lack of care. You were always being watched, always monitored, the only moments of peace and freedom you got were when he would sneak you out of your home at night.

You grabbed one of his hands, rubbing soft fingers on the back of it and meeting his gaze. You’d grown to admire the depth of his gaze, the way they watched you with a calm intensity. You have laced his hand on your cheek, his massive palm warming your skin as you sank into him. 

His body lowered to your height, bending over as he brought you closer to his chest while your heart pounded inside of your own. You knew he could feel your infatuation, your intrigue, your heart racing inside you. Your gentle eyes met his darkened ones, the closest thing to desire that he could get to while holding you. You felt his lips meet yours, the roughness of his mouth as he claimed you as his. You melted into him, your hands on his chest as a pair of his landed on your waist and the other held your face, deepening the kiss. 

He lifted your body, placing your frame on his lap as he laid against the headboard of his bed. You felt the burning of his skin as his grip tightened on your waist. Your skin ignited under his touch, running a hand through his hair which caused him to groan against your mouth. You could listen to him all day, forever. 

If your father or the realm saw you right now, what would they say? What would they think? Would they accuse Sukuna of brainwashing you? Imprisoning you? Did you need saving? 

No. 

You didn’t need saving; you were far beyond it for anyone to consider it. You were too far gone in him and you didn’t want to turn back. His muscular arms picked you up, laying you on your back against the sheets as his overwhelming form covered yours. You were tiny in comparison to him, your hair splayed out in a halo as his eyes stayed focused on you. A hand brushed your stray hairs back, rubbing small circles against your temple. 

You focused on his body, admiring every muscle, every ripple of skin, every scar, every black marking. You admired his form regardless of the fact that most would consider him a devil. It never occurred to you in any sense. 

An angel entrapped by a demon, an angel falling in love with the devil, an angel stolen from heaven and dragged to hell. 

You didn’t give a damn anymore. You wanted him, needed him like you needed oxygen. He helped you feel free, helped you escape the confines of your familial name, helped you feel worthy. He helped you see life in a new light, in every way that you couldn’t before because of your father’s controlling ignorance. You didn’t care about the opinions of the village or the families, deep down they were only looking out for themselves even if everyone else denied it. 

The King of Curses completely ruined you: the Princess of Peace. The two of you were a dichotomous pairing, chaos and peace, yet still found balance in each other. It was the balance of life and existence and the both of you knew exactly how the collision would end: one of you would gain everything and the other would lose it all. But neither of you would have anticipated the depth of your connection, the intensity in which he consumed you and you him. You no longer cared about the consequences of being with him. Your father could disown you, exile you, have the entire village and the other families against you, but as long as Ryomen was at your side you didn’t care. 

His rough lips made their way down your neck, kissing and licking every inch of your skin as your hands held into his arms. The sound of your muffled cries made him feral, making his instinct and possessiveness kick into overdrive. He needed to feel you, needed to taste you, to breathe you in and have you take over all his senses. 

Your hands gripped his arms, your toes curling against the bed sheets as he continued to kiss down your neck and swirling his tongue around the delicate skin. You tasted like a heaven he never believed in, made him feel euphoric in ways beyond comprehension. 

Your body was on fire at his touch, you wanted more. More of his touch, his kisses, his groans, his everything. You just wanted more of him. 

You wanted to give yourself to him in everyway you could. He knew you were still a virgin, he wanted to be the one to wreck you, to be the only one to know your body so intimately, wanted to be the only man you’d ever end up with. His hands gripped your hips as you felt his buck slightly against you, your moans filling his mouth as he kissed you sloppily. 

He forced himself to stop, gaining a small whimper from you. His eyes met yours, his voice deep but low as he pressed his lips against yours once more. 

“Not like this.”, he muttered, his tone vibrating in every bone in your body. 

You knew what he meant with just a simple phrase, Your body relaxing against the bed, letting him collapse next to you as he wrapped you into his arms. You soaked in his warmth, letting your body be held by him as you fell into a slumber. 

This was all you could ever ask for. 

It was all you wanted.

One Week Later 

You woke up just before the sunrise, your body sitting up as the bed sheets fell from your form. You looked next to you, seeing Sukuna in his sleep while his arms were lazily thrown over your torso. Another night with him in peace left you feeling content, feeling a soreness overtake your body from the training you’d done with him last night. You felt his arms tighten, your body almost bare against him only wearing one of his oversized wool shirts. 

You pushed yourself out of his embrace, swinging your legs off the bed and looking out the window. You still had time to get home before everyone woke up, though you needed to head home soon. You felt his energy shift as he woke, raising a hand while still laying in the sheets and looking at you while caressing your cheek. 

“I have to get home.”, you whispered as you melted into him. He grunted in response before sitting up and cracking his neck to relieve the pressure he’d gotten overnight. You follow his as he stands, letting him help dress you in your clothing as you felt his lips along the side of your neck. 

Both of you walked out of his home, walking through the woods until you reached your room, his veil keeping you hidden and camouflaged both of your energies. You gave him a final kiss, smiling at him before he turned and left, leaving you alone in your room. 

During mid day, the sun held its highest position and the food was being prepared for lunch, you heard mention from your father that the Zen’in would be joining your family for lunch. 

Everything was fine at first, everyone coexisting together, talking about family matters and everything normal, atleast it seemed normal at first. 

You looked up to see Zetsubou Zen’in walk in the door, one of the maids accompanying him to the table as she bowed and walked back to her post at the front door. He was the heir to the Zen’in clan. A remarkably talented sorcerer with the gift of the Ten Shadows technique. Everyone was sure he would soon manifest the shikigami Mohoraga, making him the first to manifest it since the family’s establishment to the realm. 

“Now that everyone is here, there is some news we must share.”, your father spoke as he stood, watching as Zetsubou’s father also rose to stand next to his son. Everyone else remained seated, you included as you cocked your head in confusion. 

“Y/n, come stand.”, your father motioned towards you, your gut churning in suspicion before you stood next to him. You watched your father before turning to Zetsubou and his father, his dark eyes staring into your e/c ones. 

“We are to celebrate the new union, the meshing of two family names into one great clan.”, your father spoke, your mother and the Zen’in wife staring in silence. Even the maids seemed to be on edge of what your father was saying. “Zetsubou, Your father and I have agreed in accepting the conditions of betrothal that you both have given to our family.”

Betrothal?

“Y/n, you and Zetsubou will meet in union in two weeks' time. Two Clans becoming one in matrimony.”, your father smiled as he shook hands with the Zen’in leader, smiling at Zetsubou. 

You stood in silence, your energy growing grimm at the declaration your father just made. Your body overwhelmed in shock, your heart racing in your chest, your mind swirling with a million different possibilities. The chatter around you blurred into a jumbled mess, nothing comprehensive due to your anger radiating from your body. 

“I look forward to getting closer to you through our marriage, Y/n.”, Zetsubou smiled at you, your eyes staring at him mindlessly. “Y/n?”

“I’m not marrying you.”, you said silently, almost inaudibly but you knew he’d heard you since you saw Zetsubou’s eyes darken. 

“What?”, his voice came out clipped, sharp. Dangerous. 

“I am not marrying you.”, you repeated, your eyes void of any emotion as you held 

“Y/n!”, your mother let out a warning call, but you ignored her. You didn’t care about anything other than making it entirely clear that you were not going to be wed to the Zen’in Clan. “Forgive us, she doesn’t realize what she’s saying.”

“I know what I’m saying. I am not marrying you, Zetsubou. Not even if you held my life at sword's edge.”

You suddenly felt the energy that radiated off of your father, his anger growing tenfold as he glared at you with intense disappointment and resentment. Your father already hated you, and already felt disgraced by your presence. Why not give him another reason to see you as less than good enough. 

“I think there needs to be some time to process our agreement. Surely we can come to a suitable agreement that will benefit both of our clans.”, your father forced out, his voice clipped. “Our maids will clean up, let me walk you out.”

You watched as both the Zen’in leader and your father walked out, your eyes glancing back at Zetsubou, holding his glare before he scoffed and followed behind his father. You heard the lowered voice of Zetsubou’s father, his voice full of annoyance. 

“Get your daughter under control or else we will take care of her for you.”, and with that, the Zen’ins left your home. You stared blankly as your father walked back into the room, his energy radiating in waves like a tsunami. He walked up to you, your blank stare meeting his eyes as you felt your head snap to the side, the sting burning your cheek as he snarled at you. 

“You are a disgrace!”, he screamed, your mother gasping at his sudden burst. “How dare you embarrass our family name in front of the Zen’ins!”

You raised your head, looking at the pure fury displayed in his eyes, still not saying a single word as he continued to berate you. 

“Why can’t you just do your duty and save yourself the embarrassment. Save our family the dishonor of having you as its heir.”, he bit out, each word dripping with acid. “You’re to marry Zetsubou Zen’in in two weeks' time. For once in your pathetic life, do something honorable for this family.”. He left the room, your mother following closely behind as the maids started to clean the dining room. 

And still, you stood in the middle of the room with no emotion behind your eyes, just the sting of your cheek and the emptiness in your chest at your father’s words. Your life, your future, your dreams, it all was reduced to being the wife of a man you did not love. A man you did not care for and despised. 

You were reduced to nothing. 

The night was silent, the wind howled softly in the background causing the trees to move, leaving nothing but a tranquil aura in the air. You stared blankly at the wall as you laid against Sukuna’s skin, the warmth flooding your body as you felt his arms wrap around you. You felt the growing pressure in your chest, an unavoidable truth you couldn’t keep from him anymore. 

“Kuna…”, you whispered gently. HIs body moved, looking at you as his eyes fell on your heartbroken form. “I..”, you choked. 

How could you possibly tell him this?

“What is it?”, his voice was deep yet soft, the words ringing in your ears. 

“I… My father..”, you sucked in a shaky breath. “He arranged for me to marry Zetsubou Zen’in.”

“He arranged for you to marry Zetsubou Zenin.” he repeated back to you, the lingering darkness hanging in his tone. 

“He says it’ll be good for our families. That I have a responsibility as heir, as does Zetsubou, to continue our bloodline and make our abilities stronger.”

“Do you love him?”, the question made your blood run cold, even kicked you in the gut, but you knew why he asked. You could read in between the lines and hear the unanswered question he truly wanted to ask. 

“No.”

A hum was all that escaped him, the silence casting over the both of you causing a small blanket of tension to rise. 

“I can kill them.”, he replied finally. “I can give them a reason to call off that sham marriage.”

He could do it easily, there was no question about it, the only thing keeping him from carrying out his plan was his loyalty to you. He wouldn’t do something you asked him to not do. You had that power over him to stop him from doing anything. You heard the hidden meaning in his words. You weren’t ignorant or naive. You knew who he was and what he was capable of and yet, you lay in his arms falling deeper into what he was, or rather, who he was with you. 

“I don’t want bloodshed. Besides..”, you sank into your sorrow again. “I don’t think there truly is a way out of this.”

“Do you really believe they could possibly keep me away from you?”, he asked in a serious, deep tone, his question full of every emotion he’d never said out loud. He didn’t know what kindness was, what admiration looks like or what love felt like but to him… you were the closest thing to that that he’d ever felt and seen in all his life. 

You brought out what little humanity he had in him, he showed it only for you. the tiniest sliver reserved for you but disappeared when it came to anyone else. You were the only one who deserved that small minuscule part of him. He had little regard for human life, he believed himself above all beings all gifted, cursed, and boring. 

Then there was you. 

He didn’t believe himself above you in any regard. 

In every way you were his equal and he’d burn the world to ash to prove it to you. 

“I can’t deny them… My father… he already hates me.”, you muttered against his skin. Ryomen slowly sat up, his arms helping you move with him as he brushed your hair back, tucking a strand behind your ear and letting his hand rest against your cheek. Your eyes glossed over, a hurt in your heart flooding every vein in your body. You didn’t want to be forced into a life you had no interest in, why did this have to be your life’s path? 

You wish you could just speak to whatever greater being ruled over your world and beg them to change the prophecy known as your life. Beg for a time where you didn’t exist within the confines of your familial name, your duty to pass your legacy through your bloodline, your fear of disgracing your family, who could ever change the end result for you? 

“I’ll find a way.”, he whispered before leaning towards you, pulling your lips against his as he let all of his emotion pour into the kiss as the tears fell down your cheeks. He was gentle even in his destructive touch, he let himself completely off guard with you. Your lips moved gently against his, soft and delicate, making his other hands wrapped around your waist as he kissed you deeply. You felt weak at his touch, your heart openly his without regret or second thoughts. 

“Ryo..”, you whispered, your voice shaky as he kissed you again, this time more possessive and full of desire. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, pulling it before letting it go as it swelled. 

You let yourself sink into him, his arms wrapping around you in a secure embrace. You fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, it was even and strong, proof of the life inside of him. 

He watched you carefully, his gut churning in a whirlwind of emotion and suppressed energy. He needed an outlet and soon, he’d spent the better part of the past month with you in his embrace and presence. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone so long without releasing his cursed energy, it was starting to make him twitch at all the pent up power he had. He’d waited until you fell asleep in his arms before lowering you into the sheets, your body laying perfectly in his bed as he covered you with the blanket. He pushed the curtain away, closing it as his eyes lingered on your body, the blanket laying over you as he moved out of the room. 

He found himself wandering through the woods late, moving to the outskirts of the village territories and making his way deeper to territory he knew a little too well. He sensed an energy that stood out to him, his focus moving towards the waves radiating towards him until he reached his location. His veil did good in keeping him hidden, but he released a small wave of energy to send a flood of chills through every being in town within his proximity. His body moved through the homes, the worn down tavern, and the trader booths until he found exactly what he was looking for so late in the night. 

The sound of moans echoed in his ears, the energy he was tailing radiating from inside the brothel at the very end of the town, hidden amongst the trees for a more private ambiance. He knew exactly what was taking place inside the brothel, but it wasn’t that that bothered him, it was the person inside that did. He sensed Zetsubou inside with multiple women, all of them taking their place in his bed, taking turns pleasuring him or even doing it all at once. His grunts sounded out as the moans that escaped the concubine echoed through the walls. The other women were touching him, their hands on his body as one of them rubbed their body against his while another kissed him in a sloppy manner. 

He would be lying if he said he’d never been in a similar, compromising position. He’d visited these brothels long enough to know exactly who and what he wanted every night he visited. His lust filled ways long gone, no longer causing a rise in him, especially after meeting you. That was the exact reason he was here. For you. 

An anger rose inside of him seeing your supposed future husband laying in a bed being pleasured by concubines just weeks before your wedding. His groans sounded out at the pleasure he was receiving, the moans of the concubines filling the air as he fed into infidelity. He knew all too well that men were never loyal to their wives, always frequenting the brothels for a good time. The sound of Zetsubou slamming the headboard against the wall as he fucked one of the concubines, his curses filling the air as her moans ripped through the night, it all made Sukuna’s anger run deep inside of him. The lack of respect, the complete disregard Zetsubou held for you made him want to snap his neck in half. It would be the perfect way to get you out of the betrothal. 

Even the sounds of the whores in bed with him drove Sukuna mad. They had to know the great Zen’in heir was to be wed to the L/n heir, yet they still chose to lay in bed with him, to be absolutely and disgustingly fucked by the son of a bitch. He listened to the sounds, letting the anger grow inside of him, allowing himself to plot every way he would maim Zetsubou Zen’in alive for ever treating his betrothal as disposable. Something to be disregarded. Disrespected. 

After a while, the moans and the slamming of the headboard stopped, Zetsubou’s voice ringing out as he laid in the sheets with his whores wrapped around his naked body. 

“You ladies definitely know how to show a man a good time.”, he breathed as he let them touch his body, his muscled flexing under their touch. 

“Of course, always special treatment for our best man.”, one of the whores said in a sultry voice. “It’s good to get a good fuck while you still can.”

“Trust me, even in a few weeks I’ll be back. Don’t you worry.”, the sound of Zetsubou kissing one of the women made Sukuna fill with disgust. “You have the best of the best here. Can’t stay committed to some virgin who doesn’t know how to please a man, let alone know how to fuck one.”

His energy spiraled, shoving it down as he continued to listen. 

“That’s right, you need real women, not some uptight spoiled brat.”, another woman spoke out. 

“You can get all the good pussy you want here, baby.”, another called. “We know how to treat a man right. Make you feel everything.”

“That’s all I want.”, his voice vibrated as he kissed the woman again. “C’mon baby, let's go for round two.”

And just like that, the sounds of moans and deep grunts rang out again. The knocking of the head board and the panting of hot breath filling the room. Zetsubou Zen’in was scum. Bottom of the barrel. A fucking no body. 

Sukuna bided his time, waiting deep into the night as he watched the Zen’in heir leave, heading back in the direction of his clan’s territory. Sukuna’s red eyes watched him from the shadows, his anger rising into flames around him, waiting long enough for the worthless son of a bitch to be far enough away before letting the release come. 

Fire consumed the village, everything burning into ash, the smoke filling the air as the sound of screams echoed into the night. The taverns, the trader booths, the homes, all of it catching on fire and burning every single person to a crisp. He saved the brothel for last, waiting for the sound of panic cries to ring out before walking inside and seeing all the concubines who were with the Zen’in heir trying to get out of the burning building. He forced them to stay in place, his presence overwhelming them into fear. He watched as the panic settled into their eyes, their lungs begging for air, their bodies getting burned as the flames licked the walls around them. One of them tried to run out past him, but never made it as he blew her head off in one swift slice. They screamed out, begging him to let them out, crying as he watched in emotionlessness. It wasn’t until their lifeless bodies collapsed on the ground that he left, leaving the burning village behind him as he wandered into the night. He’d burn the whole world down for you. 

Even if it meant starting with those who wronged you first.

“Our entire livestock was burned! We have no more land to grow food in!”, the sound of the Zen’in leader’s voice ringing out during their meeting with your father rang out. You listened in silence, letting yourself sink into the reality of what they were discussing. A small part of you laughing internally at their misfortune. 

Another village burned into flames just two days ago, and last night, the Zen’in’s lost all of their livestock, fertile soil, and sustainable crops. They were all burned to nothing, not even the soil or the seeds were salvageable. 

“We need to get this monster under control. We have to speed up training with our sorcerers and find our strongest men to be put into units to take him out. We cannot let him roam so freely anymore, especially not now that he’s making hits closer to our clan lands.”, the Kamo Clan leader spoke out, his voice soft as he marked the map where Sukuna made his last raid, your eyes peeking in through the slit in the door. That village.. It was right outside the Zen’in borders, it was where Zetsubou frequented the brothels. 

Ryo..

You stepped back, moving back into the hall before making your way to your bedroom, closing the door as you sat on the floor. Did he burn the village down in some act of honor for you or was it just a coincidence? 

The thoughts spiraled in your head, letting yourself undress and change into your dinner clothes, the silence still filling your home ever since your fight with your father almost three days ago. You were a week away from your marriage to Zetsubou, a gnawing in your gut as you stepped out of your room and faced your father. You stood in the doorway before making your way to the dining table and sitting in your regular spot at the very end while your father and mother sat next to one another. 

Then, a rush of energy consumed you all at once. The sensation floods your senses as you feel your body tense. You look at your father, noticing his sudden change in demeanor as one of the maids let out a cry of fear, her shaky voice barely audible as you could hear her motion towards the dining room. 

In all his glory, Sukuna stood tall and unmoving, his body adorned with fine robes and his true form showing as he occupied the space. Making the air impossible to breathe, making everyone except you suffocate in fear. 

Your eyes widened at the sight of him, why was he here?

You watched as your mother raised her hand to her mouth, covering her quivering lips. “What is the meaning of this?” she asked in a shaken tone, your eyes filled with worry as you watched your father fill with anger. 

“Sukuna”, he bowed before the King of Curses, before lifting his head and asking his question. “What brings you into our home this evening?”

Sukuna stared your father down, his true form standing tall and in overwhelming sense of dominance that made your mother cower. Although you showed no fear towards him, you could see why everyone else in the realm did. He was massive, muscular, deadly, his body taking form of a cursed entity. It was no secret that Ryomen Sukuna held an energy that defied all existence, he was far above all beings. 

You tried to stay focused, holding your shock at his sudden appearance back, not wanting them to see your reaction. 

What was he doing? 

“F/n L/n.”, Sukuna’s deep voice echoed. “Leader of the L/n clan. For such a highly renown sorcerer, you sure don’t seem to realize where your greatest assets lie.” He walked further into the room, your father’s jaw clenching noticeably. “You’re ignorant and naïve, choosing to force such a gifted sorcerer, your only daughter and heir into a marriage of mutual gain, of political power.”

“Our family and Clan matters shouldn’t interest you. Now why are you intruding on our home?”. You had to applaud your father’s boldness, asking Sukuna such a demanding question. 

“You’re too mundane, worldly, pitiful.”, you watched as he moved and sat at the table, in between the head where your father and mother sat and the opposite end where you sat. He sat with his legs crossed, leaning his head into his hand before speaking again. “Why arrange for political gain when you could have real power, L/n?”

“What are you talking about Sukuna?”, your father’s words shook slightly. 

“Look at the bigger picture. L/n may be a part of the four families, but in comparison, your poor judgment and lack of support is the reason your family will fail. You seek what humans want. You’re greedy over mundane things”, Hid deep red eyes held your father’s gaze intently, overwhelmingly. “What if I told you that you could have the power of gods?”

“Power of gods?”, your fathers hands fisted in his lap. 

“Yes”, you noticed Sukuna’s red eyes glance at you, softening only when he met your gaze and immediately hardened and dropping when he met your father’s. “You could have real power, real influence, real claim to the realm. It would put you far above the rest of the families, perhaps make you greater than the Gojos.”

You didn’t miss the glint of intrigue in your fathers eyes. Of course bed listen or spare a moment for someone like him. Anything for power, anything for more claim to the realm. Your family wasn’t weak but any means, but your father had slowly started losing connections thanks to his selfishness. It truly would be the end of the L/n family if he didn’t get it together. 

“And how would I possibly gain that? I have nothing to give you in return.” , your father smiled weakly. 

“Simple”, Sukuna leaned his head on his hand, staring at your father blankly before extending a hand and pointing at you. 

“I want Y/n as my bride.” 

[fanartka]

can you tag your mid ass AI art so nobody gotta look at that crap thanks 🌹

My answer is "No."

And this is the line beyond which my patience finally ceases to be patient.

@docty-strange If you can't see beauty, then maybe you shouldn't force your radical opinion on those who don't need it.

AI is a tool with which a person can translate his ideas, his thoughts from words into an image, a way for an artist to create something in a style different from his own and sometimes adopt an idea, a well-generated fold of a patterned garment or something similar to use already in what he draws with his own hands.

This is not an enemy, not a devil, it is not even intelligence, it is a tool, like Photoshop and other programs, including programs that people use to improve the quality of screenshots and photos, by the way.

I am old enough to remember heated discussions about the idea that digital artists are not real artists, but just hacks. And although I'm not old enough to remember the Luddites, I'm sure they had very similar rhetoric when they broke machines that only improved people's lives.

Every time something new appears, most people perceive it as a threat. There are still people who blame smartphones and computers for all human ills, just as a few centuries ago fanatics believed that the devil sat in the clock and turned the mechanism. I think our ancestors, who first began to use sharpened stones instead of fists, were also perceived as something strange and threatening. But this is just progress.

The world is changing. AI isn't perfect, it has a problem with human fingers and there are some legal issues that need to be ironed out, but this thing allows people to create beauty that wouldn't otherwise exist. AI helps in scientific calculations, including medical calculations, and much more.

Oh, and thank god I don't have to buy marble, hire a sculptor, and figure out where to find space for a Strange statue in my apartment, because I can see what such a statue would look like with the help of AI.

But pestering other people with all sorts of nasty things and demanding that they do as you would like is unacceptable. Seriously, when haters come to my inbox, most of them are homophobes who claim that Stephen would never love a guy and demand that I stop disgracing him, or with statements like that.

AI can make beauty, but you can only produce hatred and bother people with your demands. If you don't like it, don't watch it. That's how the Internet works.

Take it back 🌹 You know what to do with it.

[britt-kageryuu]

It's a fairly calm day in the studio, considering Donnie has decided to update and /or upgrade everyones setups, and equipment. He had the desks pulled from their stations, and multiple parts stacked up around the area.

He periodically tested the parts or programs to make sure they were not broken in some way which would lead to more work, and needing to fix or order replacements, which was not the worst that could happen. Donnie still has nightmares about how somehow one of the setups fully bricked from just one faulty part, he was glad he always had backups for his backups, so it was only a loss of parts, time, and some money.

Donnie was also doing some upgrades to the desks themselves, like making Raphs a bit taller because his while growth rate may have slowed down alot, finally, he's still too big for the current height.

Mikeys was made a bit wider to accommodate a bigger digital drawing setup with multiple custom styluses that look like paintbrushes, pencils, pens, and crayons.

Leo's desk was just getting some new controller storage that doubles as a charging dock, he annoyed Donnie a bit too much recently, so minimal upgrades this time.

Donnie was going to add lighting to his, even if only those in the studio will see it, and maybe add a new monitor or something to allocate 'junk icons' to de clutter the other monitors. And he's planning to upgrade all of their stream decks.

He was also checking on Shelldon who was in the middle of an update himself and 'sleeping' on his charging bed. The updates being sent from a spare laptop wirelessly connected to Donnies main computer in his lab.

As he's about to put a new part into place, he pauses to yawn, and then checks the time.

"Sweet and Spicy Churros, has it been that long already. I'm surprised Angelo hasn't tried to drag me out to make sure I eat. Oh wait, he's working today. Right." Donnie looks around to see his current progress, and decides it's a good time to take a brake. Taking care to not step on any parts that got left out, he starts to head for the kitchen area of the studio.

When suddenly Shelldon shoots off his charging dock and flys across the room, thankfully not hitting anything except the wall he crashed into.

"Pizza Supreme! SHELLDON!" He uses his Ninpo to turn his battle-shell into it's hover mode, and quickly goes to check on his robot son. Donnie picks Shelldon up to look him over, "Are you okay, are your systems functioning?!"

Shelldon comes out of the 'daze' he was in. "I'm find Dad, but if that was real, your ancestors are jerks, except Gram Gram of course."

Donnie is understandably confused, "What do you mean 'if that was real'? And the Hamato ancestors tried to contact you?"

Shelldon shakes his head, "Well I don't know, it was like I was dreaming, and suddenly someone claiming to be a great great aunt from Grandpas aunts side, or something." He then rolls his eyes, "Dude was totally pushy about some distant cousin disgracing the family, or something. My translation programming wasn't working in my 'Dream'."

Donnie is still confused, "I don't know whether to be surprised over the fact that you can simulate dreaming, since you've told me you could, question why the ancestors decided to contact you, or wonder what was messing with your translation programming."

"Yeah, this Great Aunt was trying to tell me a name, but it kept translating the meaning of the name," Shelldon says annoyed at his programming, "And when I asked 'why me?' she was getting more pushy until she started chasing me. Which is probably what triggered me to fly off the dock."

Donnie was still feeling lost, but decided to shelve the idea for later, to focus on getting food. "We can check if this 'dream' was recorded, and look it over while I eat, and you finish your updates."

The dream was in fact recorded, and analyzing it revealed that Shelldon apparently had a human form in this dream, which they believe is why this random ancestor thought Shelldon could help. Also the name they discovered wasn't being translated because it was not the proper way to say the name, or something.

But that was a problem for a different day, when Donnie didn't have another, what feels like, 10 hours of work left, at least.

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Masterpost

[rubykgrant]

I can't remember if I posted about it already, or if I just can't find it (because searching for something on here is impossible), but I'm thinking about my Avatar story idea from when I was a teenager (literally right after the original series ended, and way before we had Korra or the comics as a continuation), so here it is again-

-Zuko realizes his dad will never tell him where Ursa is, and just keeps using it as a bargaining chip, so decides to ignore Ozai and focus on helping put the Earth Kingdom/Water Tribes back together, and get the Fire Nation out of "war-mode"

-He also tries to figure out how to help his sister; Azula isn't being violent now that she's fully accepted defeat, but she is SUPREMELY depressed (and seems to expect him to "execute" her, which he very much has no interest in doing). Iroh and some others from the White Lotus find a group of Healers, some Waterbenders, who also understand emotional/mental pain, who agree to help her (she does improve eventually, but it is painful for her to even go home to the Fire Nation... finally realizing how badly her father messed her up was a big deal). Eventually, Ty Lee and Mai visit her, sort of trying to have a "new" friendship

-A couple years go by. Things have mostly settled down, but every once in a while there is a problem (a group in the Fire Nation who think Zuko shouldn't be Fire Lord call themselves "Azula's Army". they aren't very powerful, but are definitely annoying, and sow discontent with other people). After an adventure helping a young Fire Sage who is training, Aang and Zuko find some old scrolls about strange "distant islands"

-Sokka recognizes some of the scrolls are from Wan Shi Tong's library (stolen however long ago). The satchel they were in belonged to Zhao; these were other things he found when looking into information about the Moon and Ocean Spirits. One scroll with a map has the island closest to the Fire Nation circled, with notes in the corner about this being a "Secret the Fire Lords keep". Zuko researches a little more, and finally has the answer...

-This island was where a once "disgraced" Fire Lord was sent, and since then, other Fire Lords have used it as a place for banishment. While it is more common to just banish people from the Fire Nation itself, when a Fire Lord wants to entirely erase somebody without actually "killing" them, they are sent to that island. More secrets imply that a few soldiers who were part of Sozin's army secretly saved infants from the Air Temples during attacks. They weren't strong enough to outright oppose the Fire Lord, and there wasn't enough of them to fight the other soldiers, but they wanted to at least save the children. The babies were smuggled away to the island. This is also where Ozai sent Ursa

-The group decides to make a big trip to the island; after all, they have the possibility of not only finding Zuko's mother, but Aang might NOT be the last Airbender! Aang, Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Toph, Mai, Ty Lee, Suki, and Hakoda are all going out on a ship with a few crew members (it would be too far for Appa to fly over the sea, but he and Momo are still along for the ride). Zuko is leaving behind Iroh as temporary Fire Lord, and Suki asked some of her Kyoshi Warriors to help

-At one point as they travel, they find a small, much newer island, formed by a volcano that has started to grow plant life. They all stay for the night to camp and gather some fresh fruit/do some fishing. Katara has figured out a way to "pull apart" salt water so it can be drinkable. Toph just REALLY needs a good dose of LAND before sailing again. In a small tide pool, Zuko teaches Toph how to swim (suddenly remembering how his older cousin Lu Ten taught him way back on Ember Island, before Azula was even born. she finally gets her own Zuka field-trip!)

-They finally arrive at the island; there are a LOT of people here. Some who's ancestors were banished by a Fire Lord generations ago, some who were sailors that got stranded out here after bad storms. A few people who had been Fire Nation soldiers back then decided to stay, not wanting to be part of the war anymore. They all have their own communities... and so many of them are Airbenders! Aang is very excited, and shows off some of his own abilities. The people are amazed, especially because they have never been taught any actual "techniques". Their history and heritage has been lost to them. As everybody walks around, Zuko eagerly looks for a familiar face... when he hears somebody suddenly call his name. He and his mother finally meet again, crying and embracing each other (she sees his scar, and when she touches it and sees his eyes glance down sadly, she knows Ozai did it)

-Lots of catching up, both happy and sad. Some of the people banished here were Waterbenders that had been captured by the Fire Army, in the attempt to have them control whirlpools/tidal waves (searching for some long-lost treasure). The Waterbenders would pretend to be swept away, and escape, eventually finding this island. Now that the restrictions that "banished" them are gone, everybody on the island is welcome to return to the outside world. The ship isn't big enough for everybody, but Ursa and several of the Airbenders make the return trip (more boats will be sent later, both so people on the island can see the other Nations, and so the island can be visited; they won't be alone out here anymore)

-Ursa and Hakoda talk a lot together while sailing back (wishing they could have protected their children better), and Aang shares stories of the Air Nomads with the Airbenders, also teaching some of them how to make an Air Scooter. When they arrive, Iroh is happy to see Ursa again. Zuko takes her to go visit Azula, who at first doesn't believe her mother could return, or EVER love her... but Ursa reassures her daughter; she is real, and so is her love

-Zuko makes one final visit to Ozai; his father has gotten a little "impatient", expecting that Zuko wouldn't be able to resist coming back to ask about his mother for so long... Iroh also walks in, and Ozai tries to mock his brother. Azula walks in as well, finally confronting her father. This throws him, because she looks different (short hair, no make-up), and also because she doesn't care about his approval anymore. He tries to bargain with her, but she refuses his offers. Then, Ursa walks in. Her son and his friends found her, WITHOUT him. Now, she is back with both of her children. Ozai is struck silent. Finally, Aang walks in, telling Ozai that his ancestor failed, the other Airbenders were NOT wiped-out. They will all walk out of here, and have happy lives. He will stay. Nobody wants anything from him anymore. Too late, after they leave, Ozai starts shouting, trying to beg or threaten, but nobody listens (nobody cares)

-In the years that follow, the other islands are eventually located and explored, with more people found there (new people who are Fire/Water/Earth/Air Benders, but with different cultures than the Four Nations. Sokka is sort of the official diplomat for making new friends, and eventually, all the new places are able to travel and communicate with each other). Hakoda and Ursa grow closer, but take a while to act on any romantic feelings (they're worried their children might find it awkward, and Hakoda especially didn't want Katara and Sokka to think he doesn't care about their mother's memory... but the kids are all very happy about it! this makes them all family). Aang helps the Airbenders who want to move back to the Air Temples adjust and recover. People from other nations who have made homes near the Temples are welcome to stay as well, and also help repair the buildings. Hakoda and Ursa live part of the year on Ember Island, and part in the Southern Water Tribe village that was his home (which has also been rebuilt). Azula eventually feels content enough to move on, and she lives on Kyoshi Island with Ty Lee (Azula avoids bending, finally realizing she has PTSD, but she can still help train people with hand-to-hand fighting techniques). Toph makes a home for herself outside of the swamp, where she also begins teaching Metalbending (haha, yes, ironic~). Now that Zuko is very at home being Fire Lord, Iroh stays in Ba Sing Se full time for his tea shop, but returns for special occasions (like when Zuka and Mai get married). Katara surprises Aang with a gift one day; a necklace~

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“Honor, Justice, Strength, Integrity” - Why Wufei’s 'Honor' is Different

Here’s an analogy: 

Someone stands up proudly in the debate club. They say “Today I’m going to be arguing strenuously for a topic I know almost nothing about and can barely articulate my stance on, but I’m going to opine about it at length and with great authority.”  

And you’re like: …Why?

Do you enjoy being humiliated? Do you like losing? Is this something you do often?

Why? Why stand up at all when you have absolutely no chance of making your point?

This is how Wufei feels about fighting. Wufei, after all, IS a debate kid. 

People who have no way of defending their argument should stay seated. They shouldn’t be here in the first place. If you’re too weak to win, you’re only a detriment to your own cause; when you’re weak, you make your cause look weak, when you lose, your cause loses.

So sit down. You’re in the way. You’re embarrassing yourself.

--If most of us look in our hearts and think of something that we would, honestly, truly, stand up and throw a punch / take a punch for, our ability to WIN the fight isn’t necessarily part of our criteria for doing it. If you gotta punch a bully, you gotta punch a bully. We view that as having integrity. 

Wufei would not agree– if you punch the bully and the bully wipes the floor with you, does it mean anything to anyone but you? And does your feeling of validation make it worthwhile to participate in a conflict that hands your enemy an easy victory? The bully is still Evil, he wouldn’t say otherwise. But you didn’t change that by getting your ass kicked;  the bully lives to bully another day. 

Why throw your life away for something you can't change? If the only thing you can do for you cause is die for it, then you need to get your priorities in order-- you should get better at fighting so you can WIN for what you believe in, or get out of the way of those who can, so you don't become a liability.

If a cause is worth fighting for, then as its champion you'd better commit to being strong enough not only to achieve victory, but to defend and enforce it– or don't you believe in your stance firmly enough to follow it through? If you can't bring yourself to implement it without hesitation, then your cause is not a worthy one. If you don't fully believe in the cause you're fighting for, then indecision will make you weak, and you will fail.

And it will be right that you fail. Because fighting without a unity of both commitment and moral authority is how you lose your way. It’s how unnecessary conflict and Evil are born: from the disorder left in the wake of those who fight without understanding of what they're trying to achieve or lack the resolve to implement it without compromise. To him, that internal unity of purpose is the measure of integrity. Never go to war without it.

“Honor” for Wufei is different from the “aretḗ” of Zechs and Treize. For Wufei, honor is a score you’re keeping with yourself and your family and your clan and your ancestors and your dead wife who’s spirit you idolize. It’s not glory, it’s not chivalry– honor is your reputation. It’s a designation of value assigned by your community; it keeps you accountable to them. If you are humiliated in battle, it disgraces you AND your community, and it is therefore their right to ostracize you. Honor is something you can lose-- not just by failing to meet your personal standards, but by by failure in general.

A circumstantial loss is one you can strengthen yourself against and bounce back from-- but a true defeat, one that ends with you knowing you've been bested by a far superior opponent? That is a failure. A deep and bruising mark of dishonor that makes you unfit to wield a weapon.

There’s an interesting, if perhaps cynical, description of “honor culture” that identifies it as a response to living in impoverished, tenuous, often remote conditions where there is minimal or no law enforcement. Your mileage may vary on that assessment, but one thing’s for sure, Wufei’s colony, the A0206 colony of the L5 cluster, fits all of those criteria. 

The Long clan’s reputation for great strength led them to be exiled by an insecure government to a decrepit, 200 year old relic of a colony teetering on the brink of extinction at the very edge of civilization. They have no money and few resources, their population is dwindling, the life support systems grow more tenuous by the year. The Alliance / OZ think of the people still living in L5 as vermin skittering around space trash. The Barton Foundation’s original plan for Operation Meteor designated A0206 as the colony destined for earth drop.  Both Earth and Space seem in agreement that his home is scrap metal waiting to be disposed of. The only resources of value Wufei's clan have are the few young people like him who are capable of fighting, and their honor as a people. (…And one Gundam with no ammunition.)

The Long Clan is depicted as being very strict, proud, and extremely conservative. They adhere to a Confucian tradition that values obedience to social hierarchies, and the acceptance of one’s social role within that hierarchy. It is understood that those with superior standing should maintain virtuous and moral conduct, and that those who are subordinate should obey them as long as this remains true. Civil order and peace is the expected result of maintaining this propriety. It is also expected that people strive for perfection and harmony in every aspect of life, with the understanding that perfection is a state that can be achieved. It’s very likely that the strict adherence to these very traditional precepts is what helps A0206’s small, endangered population maintain cohesion in the face of constant peril, and it would explain why these traditions have close to a religious significance for those living there, including Wufei. 

The hierarchies of this system are fundamentally patriarchal. Meilan is considered the “strongest in her clan”, but this seems to be something of a ceremonial designation, as she is repeatedly told not to fight in real battles on account of being a woman. In fact, it she seems to be the only woman with a visible presence in the colony. It’s possible that women are a rarity in the declining state of A0206, thus giving her increased value and status and making the rest of the clan overprotective of her-- but whatever the case, she must take on the spiritual mantle of Nataku to transcend her status as a woman and fight.

This is partly why Meilan finds Wufei so deeply infuriating when they first meet: she and Wufei are the strongest and perhaps ONLY members of their generation who are able to fight, and he (the one allowed and expected to fight by virtue of being male) refused to do so. Wufei did not see the point in fighting for a subjective concept– “Justice” lacks an absolute, universal definition, and therefore could not be defended.

--Like I said before: debate kid. 

Besides being an infuriating nerd, Wufei risks his whole clan’s reputation by refusing to commit to the fight against the Evil. (…Also, they were about to be exterminated by the Alliance, so choosing to let everyone die rather than be rhetorically incorrect was a bit of a dick move– as his mentor Doctor O astutely observed). When Meilan shames him, it is specifically for being a failure as her husband, as well as for shirking his duties as the most capable member of the Long clan. For both of them, propriety is of key importance.

But unlike Wufei, Meilan has no trouble reconciling her conviction to fight with her sense of justice. To her, it’s obvious that the universality of justice is infinitely less important than making one’s own idea of justice a reality. 

She isn’t having any of that what-about-ism bullshit– she is unhesitatingly ready to fight for what she understands to be true: that those who kill indiscriminately and oppress others for gain are Evil, and must be stopped so they cannot continue to do harm. And she fights also because… that is their way. The last and most enduring thing her people have is their identity, as ones who fight to uphold justice.

Ultimately, Meilan is killed while protecting the colony and Wufei. She is strong enough to win, but not strong enough to survive the victory. Their colony, their clan, and one the last few beautiful things they have managed to cultivate in spite of dereliction– their field of flowers, are safe for another day. If she hadn’t leapt to their defense first, Wufei would not have followed in the Gundam, and the population of the colony would likely have been killed en-masse by the Alliance, or decimated by OZ. She was directly responsible for their survival. Evil did not win, and yet, she died. She was strong, and yet she died. She was weak, and yet she was Justice embodied.  Such a contradiction meant the universe had gone insane. It lost its way, it stood in need of correction.

Wufei does not handle contradictions well. His ideology consists of absolutes and has no room for failure or extenuation. When the weak fight, they die, or they get in the way, so they shouldn’t fight. But Meilan– Nataku, was strong, and so, her spirit must live on in the Gundam, undying. It is her strength, her justice, which carries HIM to victory by lending him the strength of the mobile suit she died protecting. He must believe this, not only to honor her memory, but to preserve the structure of his ideology. 

When he encounters women in combat who remind him of her, he reacts with outbursts of sublimated anger and grief that is redirected into misogynistic vitriol. Women who fight will die, don’t they understand? They continue to pick up arms and fight anyway, even when they’re weak, even when they cannot possibly win. They’ll foolishly rush ahead because they believe in what they fight for, and it will kill them. But he will not be the reason for it. He will make them understand that they are weak, so they will stop fighting.

--But they don’t. And he has no idea how to deal with it. Just as he has no idea how to deal with his own defeat, until once again, a woman finds it worthwhile to help him regain his conviction and sense of justice, by demonstrating her own. 

He is a trad-i-tional boy, living in a trad-i-tional world.  

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[it-me-ari]

Echoes of the Void: The Diary of Theseus Nightshade (pt 1)

Prologue: The Void is calling

When I was a young boy my father left me and my mother.

That sounds more dramatic than it is, so I should probably explain.  He didn’t exactly leave us. Leaving implied suitcases in the hall. Late night shouting matches. It implied that he was somehow unhappy with me and my mother. None of these criteria fit in my case. When I say "he left us" I didn't mean he had enough of being a husband and father, he did plan to return to us when he was done with his mission. You see, he was- is- a cartographer and his mission was to map The Void.

The Void is a kind of dome of shimmering colours that move in unpredictable patterns, I've been told it's quite mesmerising to look at by people who claim to have seen it. Nobody really knows what it is or where it comes from and most people are too afraid to find out.

There have been expeditions inside the void, so we know that inside are stars, moons, suns and even planets, it's like the night sky is trapped inside a bubble. All we know about its age is that it's really fucking old since we found records from our ancestors that report it's been there for all their lives.

The first successful expedition came back about 50 years ago, and since then multiple teams of scientists and historians have been trying to find out its secrets and probably how to exploit them.

That being said, it is really dangerous to go there. It starts with the fact that you need a protection spell to even breathe since there is no air. We learned that the hard way.

As I explained before, my father was one of the few elves studying The Void™️, which caused quite the ruckus, since we're high elves and that's not what society demands, like he ever cared about that. My family was already disgraced anyway.

He sometimes told me stories about his work and the terrors he faced, just enough to scare the hell out of me. I always admired him for being so brave and strong and that he managed to survive such a cruel environment. When I asked how he could do it he would smile and tell me that it was the thought of my mother and me that kept him going and made him come back every time.

Until it didn't.

It has been 8 years since that fateful expedition and I still cling to the hope that he will return to me and tell me all about his adventure. But every day a little bit of that hope is chipped away, The Void is highly dangerous under the best circumstances. Being alone and without supplies are certainly not the best circumstances.

It doesn't really help that everyone who knew my father marvels at how much I look like a younger version of the great Timotheos Tiberius Knightshade. The same fiery red hair, the same green eyes, the same bronze skin. The only difference is that he's a famous adventurer and I'm not. And that he's not here anymore.

I'm so lonely. Every Time I see a shooting star I wish that he would return to me and that we can be a family again. So far no luck.

It hurt so much to see other people living the life that was taken away from me. I longed to have that father- son connection that I saw between my friends and their fathers. I wanted my father back so bad and do all the things sons typically do with their fathers, even if I didn’t exactly know what that was. I was so young when he disappeared.

I am filled with rage when I think about the people who sent my father on this stupid mission to his doom. Sure I know that he chose this and that he liked his job, it just feels good to blame someone for what happened. I know it's wrong to feel that way, Dad wouldn't want me to be revengeful, he always was a very calm and peaceful man. He never got angry.

As I was thinking about what my dad would want me to do I suddenly had an epiphany.  It doesn't help my dad when I sit around all day, moping and waiting for his return. I made the decision to get a grip and get on with my life. Make him proud. He always wanted a good life for me and I was planning to have one, for him.

The very next day I enrolled at the university to study the Septem Artes Liberales to become a teacher, like my grandfather was.

At least that was the plan.

Said plan came to a sudden stop when I met Bob. Bob, short for Bobiamus Malitus, was an old colleague of my dad who bumped into me when I was on my way home from my first lesson. He immediately recognised me and offered to talk a bit about my father, tell some stories, and keep him alive in our memories.

My mom never told me much about my dad, it was too painful to speak about her lost husband, so I immediately agreed to meet with him.

"So you're old Tim’s son huh? It's remarkable how much you look like him" were the first words Bob said to me after we sat down in the pub he suggested. I was slightly annoyed at the cliché but I nodded, I do look a lot like my father.

Bob was short and fat, a typical dwarf, and he clearly spent a lot of time on his appearance, typical for rich people.  "Correct, I'm Theseus" I then answered.

The dwarf nodded and opened his mouth to speak, but I was faster. "What can you tell me about my dad?" I asked and looked him directly in the eyes, not giving him the chance to waste time with small talk.

His reaction was a small chuckle and he took a sip of his tea before he answered my question. "Ah yes... Before we come to that, I have a proposition to make." I repressed an eye-roll and nodded impatiently "Yeah? What is it?"

I didn't expect his next words at all. "I'm putting together a mission to find your father and I think as his only son you have a right to be a part of it."

I could only stare at him, unable to process what he just said to me, not in a million years have I ever thought about following my father's footsteps. "You want me to go into The Void?" I finally found my voice again and it was full of disbelief.

I was 18 years old, barely an adult and he asked me to join a dangerous mission into an unknown and vicious realm where only the most skilled sorcerers and adventurers dared to venture. "I don't even know the magic" I added when he didn't say anything and just looked at me with a knowing smile.

I knew I had a talent for magic and I could perform a few simple spells but I was nowhere near ready for a mission of that scale.

"Don't worry, we have a solution for that" Bob finally started talking again. "A pair of highly trained soldiers will be part of the team to guarantee your and everyone's safety. On his arrogant, bearded face was a friendly smile, designed to gain my trust.

Still, I hesitated, it wasn't like he asked me to go on a walk in the park, plus if The Void wouldn't kill me my mum would. But I was also tempted, I was curious about the mystical realm bordering our land but even without that, I would give everything to get my dad back.

That was the reason I finally nodded, accompanied by a deep sigh. "Alright, I'll come." Part of my brain was already busy with the question of how I would tell my mum, but mostly I was excited, finally I could actually do something to help my dad!

Bob grinned widely and pulled a few sheets of paper from his fur coat as if he already knew my answer. He placed the documents, I could now identify them as a contract, in front of me along with a beautifully crafted pen and a small bottle of ink.  "Splendid! You just need to sign these and then it's official!" He pointed to some areas of the contract where I should place my signature.

I started to read the document but frowned almost immediately, it was written in beautiful, hard-to-read letters and I didn't understand a thing. "Oh it's just the usual, you're doing this at your own risk, payment in case of death and so on" he waved dismissively and smiled at me, trying to be reassuring.

I stopped abruptly and looked at him, a drop of tint fell on the paper. "In case of death?" I repeated and my mouth suddenly felt dry. I mean, I knew it was dangerous but up until that moment I avoided thinking about my possible death, which seemed rather naive in hindsight.

"Well it's obviously a possibility" Bob scoffed and frowned, he seemed to think I was an idiot and I sheepishly turned red. "Of course" I mumbled and hurried to sign the papers, too ashamed to ask any more questions. Afterwards, I felt relieved but also very very scared, now there was no turning back. This was happening.

Bob clapped his hands enthusiastically and congratulated me, it felt a bit inappropriate, considering everything that could go wrong on this mission. This was a huge life decision and could very likely be my last, not everyone comes back from The Void. The best example is my dad, but he's also the reason I agreed to do this so I did my best to push my fear aside and focus on hope.

I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if we actually found him. I could be the one to bring him back from this cold, empty land and back to his family. The thought of that happening filled me with excitement and not even the knowledge of the deadly residents of The Void could shake this feeling.

Bobiamus and I said our goodbyes and I went home with a heavy heart, the conversation that was ahead of me would not be easy. But it was unavoidable to tell my mum about my decision.

At first, she was mad and yelled at me, then she cried and begged me not to go, to not leave her all alone. Her pleading almost made me change my mind, but I had already signed the contract and there was no going back.

It took some time but eventually, she calmed down and we hugged. "I'll come back, I promise" I tried giving her a reassuring smile, but she just looked tired and my smile faded. "That's what your father always said.. and look what happened" she sighed and shook her head. "You're just a child..." I didn't know what to say and just hugged her again. "This will be different, you'll see." My voice was solemn, I was determined to survive, so my mother wouldn't be alone. "Just.. be careful..." She gave me a weak smile, but at least it was a smile. We talked some more and then called it a night, we both had some stuff to think about.

Two weeks after I met with Bob, he finished the preparation for the mission and contacted me to meet him at Snowtooth, a fortress at the outermost border of my country, Rionnag Mara. My mum accompanied me until the Gate, where we hugged and said goodbye. I took a deep breath and stepped into the dark, frozen building.

Inside I was greeted by Bob, who seemed to be in a pretty good mood. "Welcome! Let me show you around! You'll sleep here tonight before you leave for The Void tomorrow." I could only nod, fear lay in my stomach like a stone. Bob sighed, but then gave me a tour of the fortress, which didn't help with my nervousness. It wasn't a very nice place.

The last stop of our tour was the dormitory where we all would sleep, the rest of the team were already waiting for us there. Our leader was a high elf named Sylwanin, who barely even looked at me when Bob introduced me and my heart sank a bit. This was not a great start. The two human wizards, Kiowa and Sal, seemed nice enough though and smiled at me. The last two members were two Sidhe Warriors- to keep us safe apparently- named Cinder and Thorn, they were even more seclusive than Sylwanin.

I didn't get much time to talk with them anyway because Bob ushered me forward to get me fitted with my gear. They got me a magic cloak that would allow me to breathe and keep me warm in The Void, since I couldn't really use magic that was the best solution. I also got a sword, a backpack with rations and a sleeping bag.

At that moment I was very grateful for the sword fighting lessons that my best friend Fergus forced me to attend with him, at least I wouldn't be completely helpless. Then I put my gear away and followed Bob outside again, he wanted to show me the vessel that would take us to the void. I was a bit distracted though, I was thinking about Fergus and wished he could come with me, the whole thing wouldn't be as scary then. But Bob refused that, even before I could ask him, he said it was risky enough to bring one inexperienced elf along and that we didn't need a Púca causing chaos.

He had a point, of course, Púcas are known for their chaotic energy and Fergus was no exception. In his human form, he looked almost innocent with bright blue eyes and fair, blonde hair but once he starts shapeshifting into a cat or goat the illusion fades quickly. I chuckled at the thought of our shared adventures that didn't always end well.

I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice the ship until Bob came to a halt right in front of it. It was a small sailing ship placed on logs that was, as I was told, enchanted through and through and as we got closer I swore I could feel the magic inside the ship. Her name was 'Queen Mab', which told me a lot about who was sponsoring our mission as if the two sidhe warriors weren't obvious enough. A little detail Bobiamus forgot to mention, I just didn't understand why the queen had any interest in saving my father. For now, I didn't question it but I would keep it in the back of my head, something wasn't right about this.

My guide finished showing me around the fortress and together we entered the 'war room' where the other members of the rescue team were waiting. The room was small and narrow with maps hanging on every wall and candles burning in regular spaces to light the dark room. In the middle stood a table with seven seats which were usually for the commanders of the Queen's army when they were making a battle plan. But today the table was reserved for us and a large illustration of The Void lay on the table, it was almost like a real map but it showed certain star formations that where discovered on previous expeditions. When we arrived everyone except Bob, who positioned himself at the front end of the table, sat down and waited expectedly.

Bob cleared his throat for dramatic effect and started speaking: "As you all know we are attempting to rescue Timotheos Tiberius Knightshade, a great researcher and scientist who got us a lot of the knowledge about The Void and went missing 8 years ago. He was a good friend and for years I have tried to get the funds for a rescue mission, but no one wanted to risk it. They all said that the chances for his survival were too low." He lowered his gaze for a moment and paused his speech and I couldn't tell if he was actually grieving or if it was just for show. "But everything changed a few weeks ago when we found his journal at the edge of the void. The entries were up to date and indicated that he is still very much alive! With that proof, I was able to convince our benevolent queen to sponsor the expedition to save him!" Hearing that made my heart race. They found his journal! My dad really was still alive and out there somewhere! And I was going to find him! Bob talked a bit more about our journey and the dangers we would face but it was hard for me to concentrate, if it were up to me we would've left immediately.

After the meeting a simple dinner was served and I got the chance to get to know Sal, one of the human wizards, a little bit better.  He was not as arrogant as Sylwanin and was actually quite funny. Talking with him made some of my anxiety go away and I could enjoy dinner, although I got the feeling that everyone thought I didn't really belong with the mission. I didn't blame them.  Shortly after dinner, we all went to bed, but it took me a long time to find sleep.

I woke with a start when I felt ice-cold water on my face. I jumped up and wildly looked around, I was staring into the amused faces of the rest of the team and then met the cold gaze of our leader, Sylwanin, who apparently was the one who splashed the water on my face. "What was that for?? Wasn't there a nicer way to wake me?" I asked her with a harsh voice, not realizing how disrespectful I was being. She didn't seem to care, since her expression didn't change one bit when she answered me. "This was the fastest way, it's your own fault for not waking up sooner." That was all she said to me and then turned away. "Get dressed, we leave in an hour" she added, not bothering to look back. A bit taken aback by her nonchalant attitude I just nodded and started dressing.

The other members of the team, except the two sidhe warriors who were nowhere to be seen, were all ready to go and waiting for me. I was embarrassed for sleeping so long so I hurried to get ready.

It didn't take long and soon the four of us left our quarters and headed for the magic ship that would take us across The Void. In the courtyard, the two Sidhe joined us again and followed us silently to our vessel.

Before we could board the ship the corpulent figure of Bobiamus appeared in front of us and greeted us with a large grin. "Good morning brave adventurers! A few last words before you depart!" I could see how annoyed Sylwanin was with him and I could relate, I didn't particularly like Bob either and right now I couldn't care less for his attention-seeking. But he was the one who put this mission together so we all waited patiently for what he wanted to say.  "You're about to embark on a very dangerous journey and I just wanted to wish you all good luck. May the gods watch over you and make sure you come back safely with Tim. Be careful out there." He smiled and shook hands with each of us before he cleared the way and we could finally board the ship. I could barely contain my shaking, I hated it but I was scared to go into The Void, I had heard too many stories about the dangerous creatures lurking within. Sal saw my pale face and leaned over with a reassuring smile. "It's going to be fine, we are all experienced Void travellers, don't worry about it." I looked at him and smiled back, there was a warmth in his brown eyes that helped me calm down a bit and I was able to control the shaking. "Thank you," I answered but he just ran a hand through his short, brown hair and shrugged. "Don't mention it." With that, he walked over to Kiowa, who was looking at us with an unreadable expression.

I looked at the two of them and thought to myself that they were pretty much exact opposites. Sal had honey-coloured skin, dark brown hair and eyes and a short, well-trimmed beard while Kiowa had long, silvery hair that hung tangled from his shoulders and no beard. His appearance looked a bit worn but his grey eyes looked kind. My observation was interrupted when Sylwanin silently walked up to me, startling me back to reality. She was your typical high elf, with a slender figure, long auburn hair that was braided beautifully, pale, flawless skin and sapphire blue eyes that never showed any warmth. "I hope you are prepared for this. The Void is no place for children." She didn't look at me and her face stayed emotionless but I still got the message that she disapproved of me joining this mission. "I know. But I won't let you down." I promised her with a firm voice, that under no circumstances did I want to show her how scared I was, although she probably already knew. As a response she just nodded and walked away, leaving me wondering if she believed what I said or not. I sighed and turned to look at the shimmering wall of colours in front of the ship, The Void. It looked almost alive, the way the colours moved around and swirled into each other in a mysterious pattern that seemed to always be changing.

[rainbowgod666]

RIFLE. IS. FINE.

Look at you filthy NĪNGĒN messing with great design of TRUE KING OF ALL FIREARMS Mikail Kalashnikov and fucking over innovation- WHAT IN FUCK IS THAT CARTRIDGE. I DONT CARE IF ITS QUICK-PULL THAT FUCKING THING SO STRAIGHT IT VOTED TRUMP AT 2016 PRIMARIES OF US OF A. Why is the barrel so short? You wanna make Spray And Pray? YOU GET SAME RESULT WITH FLECHETTE AND LITTLE HOLY IMAGERY STUCK WITH TAPE ON SIDE YOU COCK-BURNED WEED MASTURBATOR. And where in fuck is stock? Why did you not even get stock-less modification??? You made half-breed with MG42 of third reich for this??? Then i go back to catridge- QUICK PULL MAG IS USELESS IF IT HOLDS LESS BULLETS THAN HOLY DESIGN OF M1 GARAND. And why does it have bipod if it is so much shorter than penis of average twitter transphobe? WHERE IN FUCK YOU PLACE THIS SHORT SHIT, ON EDGE OF FUCKING A4 PAPER? And why are there holes on barrel-I CAN SEE TIP OF BOOLET FROM SIDE!! And why is most of reciever welded parts- (messes around) BY GREAT ANCESTORS- THE GUN RATTLE LIKE MARACAS? YOU WANNA MAKE GUN FOR RACIST BORDER PATROL OF AMERICA TO LAUGH? THESE NOT LOOSE TOLERANCES, THIS ONE MISFIRE AWAY FROM VAL-FAKING-ALLAH, YEAH YOU HEARD ME. GUN SO SHIT NOT EVEN CRINGE EDGELORDS OF WOMAN-HATING ISIS TAKE THIS RIFLE TO BATTLE, THEY WOULD RATHER JIHAD THEMSELVES INTO FLAMING HOLE IN KAZAKISTAN, IT WOULD BE MORE HONORABLE THAT WAy. And also the fuck is this bolt? Why it open both ways huh? You made a fuckign bisexual gun? (slaps like its an italian film from the 80s) YOU NO MAKE BISEXUAL RIFLE SHIT. THE BISEXUAL RIFLE ACCEPTS MULTIPLE TYPE OF BOOLET BUT SHOOTS CASING ON ONLY ONE HOLE, AND SHOOT IN OTHER HOLE. And look at those HAMMERINGS? Ahegao Paintjob cannot fucking stick to uneven surf- (realization) WHAT FUCK ARE THOSE PICATINNY RAILS??? THE SCOPE CANT ZERO IN ON THIS FUCKIN THING, DO YOU NEED TO AIM LIKE BENT BARREL MADE BY NAZIS WHEN THEY WATCH TOO MUCH 1940 LOONEY TOONES??? BARREL CANNOT BULLET BECAUSE TOO SHORT BUT NOW YOU WANNA MAKE LIKE MY PEEPEE IN REAL WORLD AND MAKE IT FIRE SIDEWAYS? No no, this not rifle, THIS HERESY IN EYES OF GUN MANUFACTURERS! If zack hazard see this, HE FEED YOU TO THE SEX DEATHCLAWS- OR MAYBE YOU MAKE HIM USE SHIT GUN ON YOU TO AT LEAST GIVE YOU DEATH YOU DO NOT FUCKING DESERVIOLI. If you want to make cursed build is fine, BUT DO NOT EXPECT TO MAKE SNUBNOSE VIOLET BARRETT WITH RANDOM PARTS. You disgrace in eyes of gun-interested autistic toddlers of world- NO WORSE ACTUALLY. I CAN HAVE KID FROM MY OLD ELEMENTARY SCHOOL MAKE NEW MINIGUN WITH JUST SOME STICKS AND ROCK BIG ENOUGH TO MAKE KILLING OF ABEL ONCE AGAIN. YOU TOOK BUDGET AND USED IT TO WACK OFF TO IMAGE OF OLDER ANIME WOMAN, OR WAS IT BLUE EYE WHITE DRAGON SHAPED LIKE LITERAL CHILD- ah who am I kidding even disgrace like you would be terrified of 5000 year old child with knowledge of biology. BUT POINT STANDS. YOU DID NOT MAKE GUN. NOT EVEN ORKS FROM GRIM DARKNESS OF FAR FUTURE MAKE GUN SHIT LIKE THAT, THEY AT LEAST MAKE GUN HAVE SHAPE OF GUN AND HAVE MAGIC TO MAKE THEM FIRE GOOD. DISMANTLE THAT SHIT AND MAKE TWIN-BARRELED GUN WITH AK PLATFORM AND ADAPTABLE MAGAZINE HOLDER FOR 9MM AND .45 ACP OF AMERICA. THEN FIGURE OUT HOW TO FUCKING USE RULER AND "STICK-BUILD" IF YOU CANT MAKE STRAIGHT LIKE WITH RULER.

[lqfiles]

dude… everyone hear me out… “come do it for me?”… yeah, YEAH, i would’ve been on my way to his room and knocking on the door and i would’ve been singing him a lullaby or something and then bicker with him so he can call me sweetheart again

(also i noticed the “watch your mouth” and i just stayed silent bc he was being a little bitch so he wasn’t gonna have me fawning over him 🙂‍↔️)

ALSO Spanish lesson:

“la mano” = the hand

“el hombre” = the man

the first one is feminine and the second is masculine. you can use them in a sentence

“la mano del hombre está quebrada” = the man’s hand is broken

so, no, you won’t be able to tell immediately if they’re a woman.

again, mind you, i didn’t even realize we had gendered words 😭 i need to go back to AP Spanish… ive let down my ancestors! 😭😭

(answering your questions from before) and yes I’m busy!! but i have so many ideas im just excited about everything. so, im focusing on the series since i update twice a week, and am focusing on this other imagine that is almost done. so those two are my main priorities for now, and when the imagine is done, imma focus on this imagine that is so far 9k words and im barely in the beginning 🥲

AND SNEAK PEAK?! oooh i would but, i write for a different fandom (BTS *cough*) so imma just stand here 🧍🏻‍♀️🙂

(ALSO I SAW YOUR MARK IDEA? YOURE GONNA EAT SO BAD JUST LIKE HOW YOURE EATING WITH THIS SMAU you’re so talented 🫶🏼)

and yes! i have a digital camera like those 2000s ones and i think i might be able to connect it to my camera so if i can!! i’ll send you Bella’s pictures!!!

AGAIN TY FOR UPDATING SORRY FOR THE LONG RESPONSE IM THROWING YOU YOUR FLOWERS BC YOURE SO AMAZING! 🩷

-🫧

(bella is looking like a stuffed animal lately. her breed “maltipoo” are known to be called teddy bears and you should see how she looks 😭)

you best believe i would show up to his door with milk and a bed time story like don’t you worry one bit haechannie~ and you not reacting to that just because you don’t wanna be seen fawning HSJDHSK you stood on business sis i respect it..

that’s actually so confusing like why would you use feminine terms for a HAND, i didn’t know spanish was complicated like this 😭😭 (though i feel like its not that complicated, you just have to memorise patterns) PLSSS if it makes you feel better i can barely speak my own mother tongue like it’s an actual disgrace 💔

i wanna say 9k is crazy but i literally have a jaemin fic drafted that’s like 10k+ rn that has barely started loll WE TWO TAKE SLOW BURN SERIOUSSS.. that sounds fun tho i hope you’ll have the motivation to finish them off ^^ and you can still share a snippet don’t worry i’ll just pretend it’s haechan 🤫

AAAACKKK lets hope i will ive already started writing the mark fic and it’s at like 2k (or 3) words rn, i kinda got the gist of what i wanna do so the rest is just prayers that i stay motivated, thank you tho :D <3333 THATS SO COOL BTW real y2kish of you, i will patiently wait for the pics of bella when they’re ready 😋 i bet she looks rlly cute as a stuffed animal (not in a threatening way..) if i ever could get a dog i’d probably want that breed too lol

[trophyorachampionring]

can you do an Eddie Munson x fem alpha werewolf reader ? Reader was kicked out of her pack cuz she refused to be the mate of the pack leader, after that she arrives in Hawkins to start a new life, when she enters the school everybody looks at her because of her scars and tattoos, Eddie thinks she is hot and when she discovers that, she wants him to be her mate

Mate

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Eddie Munson x Female Alpha Werewolf Reader

Summary: After being exiled from your pack, you move to Hawkins to find a mate.

Warnings: Cursing, Violence, Smoking, Making Out

Masterlist

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You were harshly pushed back by sharp claws that dug through your skin. Biting back the scream in the back of your throat, you focus on the gnawing pain across your body.

“Look at me.”

Your pack leader commands, staying in his human form but eyes glowing golden like yours. All the members of your pack were huddled together, focused on you. Some of your most loyal subjects feel the need to interfere. However, what you have done is a violation of your laws, a disgrace.

This is not the proper example an alpha should instill upon their pack.

There's blood dripping down your bruised face, the red liquid coating your lips, leaving a metallic taste in its wake. Your throat feels dry, but there’s still energy coursing through your veins that is only made stronger by the influence of the full moon. Radiating confidence, you spit at Theseus' face. “There. I’m looking at you.”

Theseus angrily connects his left fist with your cheek. “Foolish girl! Do you not realize the gravity of your actions?”

“I understand it just fine.” You shrug, tugging at the metal chains that attempt to hold you back from ripping his head off.

Theseus looks away from you to grab the scroll handed to him by the elders of your pack.

Shame to see it end this way. You were friends during the time you were pups. It didn't last long. Growing up and having to assume greater responsibilities meant ending childish concerns. This is where it’s come to.

For a second, you see his expression falter.

There was pity.

It disappears just as quickly as it came, his stare returning to the sharp ones everyone is accustomed to. The pack watches with bated breath, awaiting your judgment.

Theseus clears his throat.

“By the sacred laws forged by our ancestors, I, Theseus Whitlock, hereby sentence Alpha Y/n Y/l/n to temporary exile. She is kicked out of the pack and will be forbidden to enter our sacred grounds for 78 fortnights. She should secure a mate before her return. If she chooses to neglect this condition, she will be subjugated by the pack to mate with one of their choosing. Alpha L/n should come back at the time agreed upon by the pack. Failure to do so would result in permanent banishment or death.”

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“Miss? We’re here.”

Trying to blink away the sleep from your eyes, you hand the cab driver money. “Thank you.” You say to him, noting how raspy your voice sounds from the lack of use. Your pack was forbidden to speak to you, not giving you the chance to say goodbye to those who you would do anything for.

The driver helps you get your luggage out of the trunk despite your insistence that you could carry it yourself. As soon as you step away from the vehicle, the scorching heat of Indiana hits you, highlighting your toned arms, making you look like a vampire standing under the sun. Ironic since you’re a werewolf.

A sleeveless shirt might have been the wrong idea.

“Oh, you really didn’t have to, but thanks.” You get your luggage from the driver.

“It’s no problem. You seem new around town, might as well welcome you.”

You give a tight-lipped smile.

Once the car sped off to who knows where, you read the sign that says, “Hawkins, Indiana”.

“New start, here I am.”

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For the first few days that you settled in, you became the talk of the town. You know how Hawkins works by now.

Small town, big mouths.

Gossipers everywhere.

People don’t seem to like minding their own business.

Can’t a girl just do the best she can?

You’re here to move forward, maybe find yourself a mate. Though, you wouldn’t sweat about it too much. If your future here is bleak, you'll stay until the sun comes up and the sky becomes clear. You don’t like running unless it’s unavoidable.

Going to school seems like a normal thing for a nineteen-year-old to do, right?

You took a year off because it didn’t seem significant to you before yet here you are, willingly offering yourself up to be the center of attention. You glance at yourself in Hawkins High’s bathroom mirror. With your hair brushed properly, a band shirt, and jeans, you looked almost unrecognizable. Maybe it’s the start to three years accompanied by a good sense of style.

Scars litter your body like a map. You have three noticeable ones on your right cheek, your back, and your left arm while the rest you covered with tattoos with noteworthy context. Instantly, you feel the prying gazes of girls in the back of your skull.

“Got anything to say or are you just gonna stare all day?”

They look away in alarm.

You wipe off your hands using tissues situated beside the sink. “Don’t worry. I don’t bite.” You smile.

Okay, not necessarily correct.

First class of the day was tolerable.

Only downside: homework.

The second class was more interesting.

Mrs. Mackie loudly connects her hands together three times and the chattering students stop what they were doing to pay attention to her. In every school, there’s always that one teacher who everybody fears.

You lean sideways to speak to the boy beside you.

The boy has long, curly hair and is wearing a bored expression until he shows attentiveness to you more than the teacher in front of him. His eyes brighten, brows raised in query.

“Students seem scared of her. Can you tell me why?” You don’t miss the way he scans you up and down.

His eyes land to a tattoo exposed on your arm. He doesn’t comment on it. “Mackie beat a fifth grader because the kid made fun of her face. I believe her name was Addison. She never went to jail for it, but that was when she started to terrorize students.”

“What a bitch.” Grimacing, you shake your head at Mrs. Mackie. “I’m Y/n.” You introduce yourself.

“Eddie Munson.”

“Co –”

Being so fascinated by Eddie, you don’t see Mrs. Mackie storm towards you, only detecting her irritation when stacks of books were slammed against your chair’s table. “Ms. L/n! I understand that you’re a new student, but you still need to listen in my class. If you don’t want to learn, get up and leave this room.”

“Trust me, I want to.” You roll your eyes at her. “So do the other human beings in here. They’re just scared of you because you’re a big old bitch.”

Upon watching the students’ chuckle, Mrs. Mackie raises a hand towards you, nose flaring.

Instinctively, you catch her hand before it makes contact to your face. She reminds you of Theseus. Anger bubbles up in your chest, threatening to come out.

“What are you –”

She yells in agony as you twist her wrist until you hear a bone snap. Mrs. Mackie drops to the ground, tears streaming down her face. “Help. G-get help.”

You smile sarcastically, passing over her body. “I’d rather leave like you suggested since I don’t feel like listening to your dumb lessons today.” You wave your hand at her as you walk through the teenagers whose eyes were as wide as their textbooks. They seem both impressed and anxious, having just witnessed what you’re capable of.

Using your peripheral vision, you see Eddie smirk. “Hot.” He says, face turning beet red after he registers that he said it out loud. The curly haired boy looks away, self-conscious all of the sudden.

It appears as if you found your mate.

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Eddie finds you when lunch starts, sitting in the corner of the cafeteria. By now, you’re already looking at him. He successfully makes it past the self-entitled jocks to speak to you, unknowingly fueling your confidence that he’ll agree to what you would soon offer.

“Hey.”

“Hi. Can I talk to you?” You ask.

His shoulders visibly relax, thanking his luck that you seem to like making the first move even if he was initially the one who started the conversation. “You’re already talking to me, sweetheart.” Eddie teases.

“No, I mean, in private.”

Eddie shrugs. “Oh, of course, yes.”

You gesture to the door with your head, leading the way outside the school grounds. The sunrays blind your vision for two seconds. “I’m never going to get used to the heat.” You mumble.

The boy laughs. “That’s Hawkins for you.”

Once you make it to the back of the school, you take out a cigarette from your pocket. “Light my cigarette.”

He fumbles around his leather jacket to retrieve the item needed for smoking, doing as told. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” You bring the cigarette in between your lips, taking a long drag. When you finish, you extend your hand to him. “Wanna try?”

Eddie takes the cigarette from you, nodding.

This is when you notice his Hellfire Club shirt. “Tell me about that.” You point.

“This baby is what I wear for my D&D club. You know, Dungeons and Dragons.”

“I know what that is.”

“YOU DO?” He pretends to not act surprised since most people have asked him what D&D was whenever he mentions it, which made him make assumptions. But you’re not like them. That much is clear.

You nod, lifting your shirt to reveal a tattoo of the D&D dice. “Yep. Used to play it with my friends back at home.” When the memories resurface, you cover your body. “Do you believe in the supernatural, Eddie?”

Although Eddie takes note of the change in topic, he doesn’t overstep your boundaries, knowing that you would only tell him more if you want to.

“Kinda.”

“Werewolves? Vampires? Witches? All that stuff?”

“Given how cursed this town is, yeah.”

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “How would you react if I told you I am a werewolf?”

For the sake of jokes, Eddie plays along. “I’d run for the hills, assuming you’d bite me.”

“That’s more of a vampire thing. However, if you ask nicely, I could.”

You wink at him.

Another chuckle spills out from his mouth.

You would not mind having to hear that for the rest of your life.

Eddie’s scent invades your nostrils. He smells of nicotine and smoke. It’s addicting and it draws you more to him. You can’t put this off anymore. “I am a werewolf, Eddie Munson,” You close your eyes. When you open them again, they’re a different color contrasting to your y/e/c ones. The complexion almost drains from his face. “and I want you to be my mate.”

“I’m not British.”

It’s your turn to laugh. At least he didn’t run for the hills like he said he would. “You do know what a mate is?”

Eddie’s eyes flicker to your lips, dropping the cigarette in his hand while you move closer. “Yeah.” He doesn’t think he can utter more words when you’re right there in front of him, so gorgeous, an unstoppable force pulling him to you. He can’t stop his heart from palpitating, a fluttering sensation in his stomach.

It feels like the energy in his body is used solely to exist in your space and Eddie cannot manage to do anything else. He can’t function each second you are close. Is it possible to act this way for someone who you just met? Eddie has no answer to it but hopes to find one with you.

“Will you be my mate?”

Eddie inclines his head in record time. “Yes. Can I kiss you?”

Before he could do it himself, you connect your lips with Eddie’s, being painstakingly slow regardless of your natural instincts. Wanting to be gentle so as not to hurt him, you bring your hands up to his face. Eddie kisses back with vigor, the palm of your hands caressing his skin; acting like the world was in your hands.

In a way, it was.

Eddie’s hands settle themselves on your waist, pulling you closer together. You can taste the nicotine on his lips, making you assume you taste similarly close as well, having smoked the cigarette with him. Eventually, you turn him around, pinning him against the wall.

You pull away for a moment, seeing Eddie in a daze, his chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. “Are you aware of the process of becoming the mate of an Alpha?”

Eddie inches his face closer, his breath against your lips.

“Show me.”

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Notes: I thought the "I'm not British." joke was funny, okay?

[robininthelabyrinth]

Hi! This is for the prompts: LWJ and WWX get together at Cloud Recesses but it’s a secret. When it does come out tho, probably due to WWX mischief some how. JC comes to the conclusion that LWJ has managed to ‘defile WWXs honor’ and now JC has no choice but to fight on behalf of his big brother, who clearly has been wronged.

Honor, Defended - ao3

Untamed

1

“What are they doing,” Jiang Cheng said, voice strangled, eyes staring.

Nie Huaisang stood up on his toes and squinted over his new friend’s shoulder. “Fighting?”

It looked like fighting.

“No.”

Not fighting? In that case, at least by Nie sect standards, that meant –

“Flirting?”

Jiang Cheng growled, which meant Nie Huaisang’s guess was right. “I’m going to kill the rotten bastard in white! I bet he waited until Wei Wuxian was alone just for this. How dare he take advantage of my – of Wei Wuxian!”

“I mean, I don’t know about that? They seem about tied,” Nie Huaisang said, making a mental note – not that many people could match up against Lan Wangji, especially when he was in a you-are-breaking-the-rules sort of snit. “Each one’s giving as good as the other gets, if you know what I mean…I’m talking about fighting!” He added hastily, seeing Jiang Cheng’s expression. “Just the fighting! And hey, maybe the Lan sect doesn’t flirt through fighting?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jiang Cheng said. “All cultivation sects flirt through fighting.”

Damnit, Nie Huaisang thought to himself with a sigh. That means I’m going to have to train with saber after all if I’m going to get somewhere here, doesn’t it? Well, at least da-ge will be pleased…

“Are you going to interrupt?” he asked, hiding his face behind his fan. “If fighting is flirting…”

As expected, Jiang Cheng choked. “Not all fighting is flirting!” he hissed. “But that most certainly is!”

Nie Huaisang didn’t understand fighting, so he just shrugged.

“Why don’t you confront him later?” he suggested, but Jiang Cheng shook his head, his features already settling into a mulish expression that had no right to look as attractive as it was. “All right, I see I can’t convince you. Good luck defending your brother’s honor, then?”

-

2

“If Lan Wangji doesn’t stop flirting with Wei Wuxian in class, I’m going to do something violent,” Jiang Cheng said.

“Okay, now I know you’re delusional,” Nie Huaisang said. “But still very pretty. Oh, I’m torn…actually no, I think I’m fine. I mean, what cultivator do I know that isn’t a bit delusional?”

“Can you stop talking nonsense and focus on how we’re going to split them up?” Jiang Cheng demanded irritably. Really, it was no wonder that Nie Huaisang’s best attempts at flirting were going nowhere. Jiang Cheng was thick.

In many appealing ways. Mm.

Damn his bad taste.

“Well, I think first you have to start by reversing your statement until it resembles the truth a bit more,” Nie Huaisang said, trying to be practical. “It’s Wei-xiong that’s flirting with Lan-er-gongzi, not the other way around.”

“He’s just like that!”

“A giant flirt, you mean?”

“Sociable,” Jiang Cheng insisted with the sort of blindly loyal stubbornness that was sadly very, very appealing to those surnamed Nie. Mouthwatering, even.

“Right,” Nie Huaisang said, dabbing at his mouth with his sleeve to make sure he wasn’t drooling. “I see. All right, I’ll help you. I’ll even promise to find a way to break them up for good, guaranteed – but first you have to meet one condition.”

Jiang Cheng arched his eyebrows, looking unwillingly intrigued. “Name it.”

“You have to come up with one way in which Lan-er-gongzi has been flirting with Wei Wuxian that isn’t ‘he existed being pretty in his general direction’.”

Jiang Cheng opened his mouth.

Nie Huaisang waited.

“…maybe he should consider being less pretty,” Jiang Cheng grumbled.

Nie Huaisang patted him on the shoulder, then left his hand on his shoulder because why not.

“We’ve all thought that about him over the years,” he said. “Better luck next time.”

3

“You’re supposed to be helping me preserve my brother’s honor!” Jiang Cheng hissed at Nie Huaisang, who had made absolutely no promises of that sort without giant loopholes that he could walk right out of. “Not – encouragingthis!”

“I didn’t! I just helped Wei-gongzi play a tiny little prank –”

“With pornography!”

“Tasteful erotic art,” Nie Huaisang corrected.

“With cutsleeve pornography!”

“Cutsleeve tasteful erotic art.”

“Nie Huaisang! You’re missing the point!”

“Am I?” Nie Huaisang asked thoughtfully, tapping his fan against his lips. “I don’t know, I’m not sure I am. Can you explain what the point is again?”

Jiang Cheng threw his hands up into the air. “Listen, it was bad enough when Wei Wuxian got thrown out of Teacher Lan’s classes and had to go copy rules in the Library Pavilion for a month; that’s disgraceful and loses face for our sect, but at least his personal honor was preserved –”

Bad scholarship was, in fact, not an impediment to having personal honor. Nie Huaisang knew this fact forwards, backwards, and intimately.

“But then Teacher Lan fell for Lan Wangji’s tricks and decided to assign him to supervise copying –”

“Lan-er-gongzi has tricks? That’s news to me.”

“…well, either way, they got cooped up there in that room, together, alone, for – for weeks!”

“Hasn’t Lan-er-gongzi been using the muting spell on Wei-xiong most of that time?”

“No, eventually Wei Wuxian learned his lesson and now he shuts himself up whenever he sees him starting up the spell, he complains to me and shijie about it constantly every night,” Jiang Cheng said, grumbling. “Stop interrupting me!”

“Sorry. Go ahead.”

“Anyway, if that wasn’t enough, you’re now encouragingthis debacle by setting up a prank that involves Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, and cutsleeve pornography.”

“I did,” Nie Huaisang agreed. “And it’s tasteful erotic art, Jiang-xiong.”

“Why do you keep insisting on that?” Jiang Cheng snapped. “Isn’t it the same thing?”

“No,” Nie Huaisang said patiently. “Because I also have pornography, and it’s a lot less tasteful.”

Jiang Cheng stopped, utterly distracted from his previous rant. “...you do?”

“Mm. Want to see?”

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4

“Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan, wait for me, I want to talk to you – I need you! See, for whatever reason, I can’t find Jiang Cheng anywhere. Can you help me look –”

Nie Huaisang shut his window before Jiang Cheng could overhear and get distracted.

They were busy.

-

5

“All right,” Nie Huaisang said. “I admit it, you’re right.”

Jiang Cheng looked at him. “…you do?”

“I do.”

“Right about…what?”

“About the flirting, and Lan Wangji having tricks,” Nie Huaisang said, nodding wisely. “See, the Lan sect take their rules about their forehead ribbons very seriously. It’s parents, children, and lovers only. So if you ran into Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji entangled on the path near the back mountain, both of them soaking wet, with Lan Wangji’s forehead ribbon wrapped around their wrists…why, that’s practically an elopement!”

Jiang Cheng, predictably, turned purple. “He eloped with my – I’m going to kill him!”

“Have fun with that,” Nie Huaisang said happily, and watched as Jiang Cheng drew his sword and charged, shouting something.

Wei Wuxian attempted to defend their conduct, except apparently their conduct involved finding the ghost of a Lan sect ancestor –

“Did you bow?” Nie Huaisang asked, very unhelpfully. “Both of you? So you’d say you’ve made your bows to the older generation? Have you bowed to heaven and earth yet, too?”

Lan Wangji gave him a death glare, but maybe he should have thought of that before writing to Nie Huaisang’s brother disclosing details about Nie Huaisang’s love life.

“I’m going to kill you!” Jiang Cheng roared.

Nie Huaisang smiled over his fan at Lan Wangji and gave a jaunty little wave.

-

+1

A few days earlier

“Wait, so, you’re actually together?” Nie Huaisang asked, and Lan Wangji nodded. They were having tea together the way they always did at the middle of the week, a tradition started long ago when their brothers were visiting and being utterly intolerable. Even their long-standing fight with each other would be put aside for mid-week tea. “Well done!”

Lan Wangji’s ears turned a little red. “Mm.” After a few moments, he added, “Mm.”

“No, no, I don’t think you need to worry,” Nie Huaisang said. “He may seem flighty, but he’s very loyal…the Jiang sect might object, though. They can be a bit tetchy about these things.”

Arched eyebrows.

“What do you mean, how would I know? Have you somehow missedthat I’ve been trying to snag Jiang Cheng all summer? There are more things in this world than Wei Wuxian’s waistline, shapely as it may be.”

Eyes narrowing.

“…don’t you dare tell my brother!”

A smirk, not that anyone else – excluding Lan Xichen – would know.

“I don’t care about your ‘appropriate conduct’! If you tell my brother that I’m dating instead of studying, I’ll find a way to make your life miserable, too! Just you wait!”

[xxxkvitravn]

Nor wastes too much time on self-pitty stuff. According to Teylan's text note Nor stopped connecting to Eywa immediatly after their first encounter with the flower in the Kinglor Forest, not after the Clouded Forest. It is already very bad for Na'vi to do so. He filled his mind with nonsense like "I'm not Na'vi enough. What our ancestors would think of us?" and etc. Bro, just do smth. Start to learn the Sarentu ways instead of whining all the time.

Everyone seems to forget that Nor wasn't the only one who had experienced terrifying things because of RDA. Aha'ri gets shot right in front of us. Our last relative. And look at our mc. They've endured that shit, somehow. Moreover, they found strength to fight RDA, to unite the clans and honor the memory of their sister and mother. Ri'nela has found courage in her heart to be the spiritual leader. Even "humanized" Teylan tries his best to be more Na'vi, despite all that shit Mercer had told him about Pandora. They all have their own traumas. Still, these three doing great and to coop with the Resistance was the right decision, because it is not a matter of personal whim, but of survival. Together they are much stronger + other clans. This is the only way to defeat RDA.

Nor must understand that the past cannot be changed, but the future is still there and it depends of what are you going to do now. He chose to kill Alma's avatar and abandon his friends in the time of great need. He didn't even think about what would happen to his friends, that they could be killed because Mercer was still out there alive and dangerous. He didn't think about the possible consequences. It was with this act that Nor disgraced himself in front of Eywa, Aha'ri, his ancestors and friends. If it were up to me, I wouldn't be so happy to see him again. It irritates me when Teylan constantly brings him up and tries to talk to mc about Nor.

It's scary to think how much bad stuff could have happened to Pandora if it weren't for protagonist and the other main characters. Resistance humans including. Now it's funny to me even to remember that when I first started playing afop, Nor was my favorite among the other Sarentu. I thought we have smth in common. I can relate to his anger, sadness and loneliness. I think in some way we all do. But my choice is not to take my anger out on everyone else just because they don't understand me or disagree with me.

I have a feeling that the developers have already come up with something interesting about Nor in possible future. This is the case why I no more care about him. I'm worrying about our dear protagonist instead. So little is known about them it's ridiculous. The story should have been more focused on lore wise of mc.

Nor wanting to leave the Resistance immediately because working for them feels too similar to working for TAP. Nor watching the Sarentu PC meet Na’vi clans and encourage them to ally with the Resistance. Ri’nela strengthening the bond between them as the Sarentu tsahìk. Teylan tinkering, improving, creating tools for the Resistance to use throughout Pandora. The Sarentu becoming just as ingrained into the Resistance as they were into TAP.

Nor possibly pleading with all of them that they’re still doing Alma’s dirty work. That there is no difference between the Resistance & TAP. Humans are humans regardless of what they call themselves. The PC and Ri’nela telling him there is a difference and that the work they’re doing is good. Teylan telling him there is a difference but that he still misses “home”. Neither answer feeling satisfying.

Nor no longer being able to relate, to understand, to connect to the other Sarentu anymore. TAP’s original goal was for them to be ambassadors to bridge the gap between humans and Na’vi. The Resistance’s goal is the same. Nor is exhausted of working with humans. He’s wanted to leave since day one.

The only family he’s ever had for years says “no” for reasons he cannot comprehend. They are laughing and smiling with the humans, with Alma, as if they are friends. Nor begs them to remember the RDA’s abuse, it’s all he can ever think about. But they do not like talking about it. The other Sarentu are here but are slowly leaving him behind.

In a base full of humans, Na’vi, and Sarentu, Nor is completely and utterly alone.

[moistmailman]

SCP AU part 2

*Jaune is pushed into a room with a bag over his face before the door shuts on him*

Jaune, slightly muffled: H-HEY! I SAID LET ME GO DAMNIT! *cautiously reaches for bag and touches it before ripping it off*

Jaune, immediately turning to the door and banging on it: I SWEAR TO GOD YOU GUYS BETTER LET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW! WHAT KINDA FUCKED SOCIAL EXPERIMENT IS THIS?! *continue banging*

Jaune, continuing his assault on the door: MY MOM’S A LAWYER BY THE WAY! SHE’LL SUE YOUR ASSES, I SWEAR IT! SHE’LL SUE YOUR ASS SO HARD THAT WE’LL GET FINANCIAL CONPENSATION FROM YOUR DAMN GRAND KIDS! *bangs louder* YOU HEAR ME! HELLO.....IM SERIOUS.....nobody can hear me, can they?

Pyrrha: I can hear you.

*Jaune squeaks loudly before getting in a karate stance while turning to see a tall redhead girl around his age with vivid green eyes sitting on a bed*

Jaune, internally: What the fuck?! How long has she been here?!

Pyrrha, awkwardly waving: Hello.

Jaune, awkwardly waving back: Uh..hi.

*an awkward silence fall on the two, with the blonde slightly blushing and the redhead staring at him with interest*

Jaune, internally: Holy shit, she’s pretty. My god, she absolutely stunning. She has got to be the prettiest girl I’ve seen in my li— Wait Wait, Jauney-Boy, you're getting side tracked. What the fuck is going on in here, and why did those guys put me in a room with a very hot girl with really long and smooth legs— GAH, HORMONES THERE ARE MORE IMPORTANT MATTERS TO ATTEND TO!

Pyrrha: *giggles while slightly blushing*

Jaune, terrified:......w-was I t-talking out loud?

Pyrrha: Hmm? Oh no. *smiles teasingly* Why? What were you thinking about?

Jaune, voice cracking: N-nothing. Nothing at— *clears throat* H-hey, I’m Jaune.

Pyrrha, smiling: Pyrrha, charmed.

Jaune, internally: Wow, even her name is pretty.

Pyrrha: *snickers cutely*

*Jaune looks around to see what she’s snickering at to see nothing*

Jaune, shrugging it off: So uhm....they tricked you with the social experiment, huh?

*Pyrrha thinks for a moment, before a coy smile gets plastered on her lips*

Pyrrha: Yeah, you can say something like that.

Jaune: Damn. Who the hell are these people, and you have any idea what they even want from us?

Pyrrha, shaking her head: Your guess is as good as mine.

Jaune, sighing: Great. Isn’t today just wonderful. Should’ve known that offer was too good to be true. *slide his back against the wall until he’s sitting* Teach me not to read documents people tell me to sign.

*MEANWHILE, SOMETIME LATER*

Cinder, sighing: Wow, great plan, Roman. We are learning things about her so fast.

Roman: This takes patience, Cinder.

Cinder, frustrated: The boy haven’t even said anything to her for the past 5 minutes! He’s just sitting his ass on the floor. The boy is socially handicapped!

Roman: That’s not my fault! You're the one who pick him!

Cinder: Well you were the one to make this stupid plan in the first place! How will the boy even ask her about her powers in the first place if he doesn't even know that he needs to ask?!

Roman: Geez, I don't know! How did I know about you being an only child?

Cinder: Be—

Roman: Because I asked you as a curious person who wants to know about my friend! Now believe it or but if I got under the assumption that you started reading my mind, you bet your ass I would ask you about it, especially if I was trapped in a small room with you!

Cinder: But why would SCP-312 answer the question if she knows what we're trying to—

Roman, urgently: Hush! Something's happening!

*MEANWHILE*

Jaune: *has been moving uncomfortably on the floor for the past 5 minutes*

Pyrrha, scooting in her bed: Hey, you wanna sit next to me? The floor looks pretty uncomfortable.

Jaune: Really? You're alright with that?

Pyrrha, smiling warmly: Of course. The bed's large enough. *Pat beside her* Here.

Jaune, slightly blushing: O-oh, Uh, sure then. Thanks.

*Jaune walks over to the bed before sitting down, his cheeks crimsoning*

Pyrrha: There, is that better?

Jaune: Y-yeah. T-thanks.

Pyrrha: Youre welcome:

*Once again the room fall to silence as the boy looks everywhere but at the very attractive girl he's shoulder to shoulder with*

Jaune, internally: God, what's wrong with me?! I just got kidnnapped yet I'm more worried about this super hot girl sitting next to me! I can barely form coherent sentences around her! Damn, my hands are all sweaty too! She's so close! I can feel her body warmth! Just calm down, Jauney. Calm down already. Take a deep breath, and try to strike up a conversation with her. This silence is deafening.

Jaune, taking a deep breath: So, what—

Pyrrha: *Facing Jaune with a warm smile*

Jaune, voice wavering: —y-y-your.......*turns away in embarrassment*

Jaune, internally: For god sake! I can’t get used to that smile! It’s like beautiful personified. God damnit. I need to keep a conversation going, at least until those guys come back! Okay think! What did mom tell me about talking to girls?

A memory starts playing inside Jaune’s head with his mother’s voice: Remember Sweetie, women love wedding rings, but they love babies more.

Jaune, internally:.....is...is that it?! Really?! That’s literally the only advice my mother has ever given more for girls. How the hell is baby propaganda supposed to help me in this situation?! What kinda— okay, calm down. I have another parent. What did dad tell me?

Another memory starts playing in Jaune’s head, this time with his father’s voice: Son, I have absolutely no idea how I managed to make your mother fall for me. I am not the man you should be asking. You’ll probably have a better shot asking the stars that question.

Jaune, internally:.........I’m going to die alone, aren’t I? My parents managed to make the opposite sex so completely alien to me, despite me having 7 sisters! What he actual fuck?! This is an absolute disaster! This can’t get any worst!

*Jaune then remembers one crucial detail of the predicament he’s in*

Jaune, internally: OH GOD! I FORGOT I WAS ALSO KIDNAPPED! WHAT THE FUCK EVEN IS TODAY?! I’M PROBABLY GOING TO DIE IN HERE AND I CANT EVEN STRIKE UP A CONVERSATION WITH THE GIRL WHO WILL POSSIBLY DIE WITH ME! I AM A DISGRACE TO EVERY ARC TO EVER LIVE! I CAN FEEL MY ANCESTORS LOOKING AT ME WITH DISGUST! OH GOD! WHAT THE—

*Suddenly Jaune’s nerves instantly drop and a calm aura surrounds him, almost like it just completely disappeared and got replace with an warm and inviting energy*

Jaune, confused: Huh?

*The weight on Jaune’s hand then became evident, as he looked down and found Pyrrha’s hand gently lying on his, almost reassuringly*

Jaune, slightly blushing:.........

Pyrrha, in soothing tone: So, tell me about yourself.

Jaune, no longer feeling nervous for a reason he doesn’t know why:...........well, I just graduated from college.

*MEANWHILE*

Cinder, frantically: WRITE THAT DOEN, WRITE THAT DOWN!

Roman, equally as frantic: I AM! I AM!

[vasiliquemort]

Secundan Gothic

Chapter II: Nestings

That night - swallowed up by the shadows and the cold of the crypt, my flesh gained incarnation - by the will of the human and the damned, and this was my great grief, something alien and wrong, to which I pulled back and felt heaviness every moment. My mind still wandered, restless and immense, nd yet a feeling of strange understanding froze in me - constancy and order in the chaos of my nature, and this was my knowledge, my dignity. I was submissive in my own way, soft and unstable by myself in the world of snows - such a stranger to a hot and moving Abyss.

I woke up, then - alone and at peace this time, and the hum in my body was deafening - but something familiar began to appear in this, in the way blood and air move, it was a song of materiality and humanity, and I began to know it again. Again - like my Odal, like this place, and in this feeling I tried to find humility - humility and peace in a hungry and dangerous time.

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I felt suddenly small and nude. He was sitting here - a full cup, and there was not a single flaw in him, beautiful and perfect in all and everything, and the logos inside me sang along with himself.

Charet - this was the name of my master, seemed like a ghost in this skeleton, in this semblance of a house - he was so gentle and meek in his physical incarnation, imperfect and discordant, like my own, and in this I felt kinship, unity. He sat at an empty and naught table - the lord of pleasure and satiety, and there was so much wrongness in that.

- Come here, Yafe. There is nothing here that could please and satisfy you, except for me - but I can be your full cup when you need it. Your... ancestors take care of other things - I've decided to spare them my company.

Once, when I was humane and sane, when I did not carry his essence through me into this world - so that now he has become embodied, that he discredits and perverts him from the inside, then I would have been horrified, I would not have allowed myself to be so docile, and soft, and desirous. And now I moved gently and submissively, guided by the light of his flesh - my hands touched him, soft and hard, and my lips rustled over rough skin as a sign of my love, as a sign of my knowledge. And then I was again struck by shame, misunderstanding, resentment.

- I shouldn't be here.

Charet brushed the hair off my forehead—I hadn't bothered to clean myself up.

- Indeed? You are where I want you to be - if you were dutiful to me, you would not resist my will. And if you were yourself, you would still stay here, away from me.

- How could I desire such thing - desire our separation..

And he recoiled at the same moment - once he loved me, once he saw in me completeness and perfection, I was beautiful and desired by those who are the personification of these words. Now I am a stranger to him - perverted and broken by his nature.

"Broken", "Perverted"? Where do these words come from? It's not me.

- I was your torment, beloved. I was your worst nightmare - how rebellious and restless you were, how strong and perfect and never mine. I created you, spoke out of myself not for my own pleasure - no matter how strong my love is, for me you are always separation, always confrontation and war, because this is your verity.

Oh, and now you don't like me? Now, when all the past is destroyed, when I am the worm of your will, now you refuse me. Anger swirled in me - I tried to put it out, and it only flared up stronger, and the distance between us grew, multiplied and became heavier.

- Am I no longer sweet to you?

It pissed him off, I see and feel it - and at that moment I felt revenge, and satisfaction, and these feelings were brighter, more piercing than anything that was before. It was like a breath of fresh air, like a cold stream, and it was good.

- Listen me, you, creature..

It was as if he was looking through me - my face caused him torment, my existence was a disgrace to his nature. Inferior in his halls, lifeless here, among mortals—everything was wrong and vile, and I would have been ready to strike him if I had even a drop of violence in me. It was - but of a completely different kind, and I fearlessly clung to him, my face in a small fraction of his own - I looked with faded eyes into full flames, and I let him drink, revel in my bitterness.

- Now you want to leave me here? Degenerate of your flesh, blood of your ugly soul, a reminder of how you perverted my family, now you want to get rid of the reminder of me? And all because I accepted you, because I succumbed to your power? Do you want war, Charet, do you want my pain? Why is it never enough for you?

His face flushed - it seemed that he was ready to kiss me right now, but I pulled away on purpose, spitting to the side in the presence of the damned one. I was full, I was... Alive.

- If you don't want me, then leave me alone.

Bitterness froze in my throat, I was angry and desperate, and alone in my torment - how could I expect anything else from the mother of lies, from the father of all incubi? In the end, this was my place in his design - a reflection of the will, which changed with moments, like a lover's stone changes under the rays of light.

The touch on my hand burned - I tried to pull it away, but the grip was leaden, and he pinned me, kicking and angry like a dog, and his breath began to dance in the same way - as if he was holding it, and now - released in relief.

- Why, if we can still fix everything? I stayed here, next to you, because this is the most secret of my desires.

He plays with me - he always jumps from cold to heat, from tenderness to cruelty, and I want to strangle him, just so as not to let me be molded into a fool of his pleasures.

- I spoke you - just like then, because this is your place. It is given to you to be rebellious and cruel, to bring pain and passion to the islands - we have centuries of fulfillment ahead of us, and you will only be fuller, only more beautiful. It's all the little things, my treasure, my dragon.

His voice was deep and rumbling, and he squeezed the hand that tried to scratch out his eyes, deceptively tenderly, as if dragging me into an embrace, and I wanted to gobble his face. I had no strength to look at him, I had never experienced such strong resentment, such powerful humiliation.

"Leave me alone," I repeated.

- Never, my Judith. You and I are one, you and I are a two-headed snake, and there are no lovers who would know each other more fully and deeper than we, my beautiful.

The kiss was snappy and quick - and then he let me go at last, laughing loud and full, but when I threw the cup at him in a last attempt to defend my dignity, his figure crumbled already into dust. I was alone. I was mad and feverish and empty and full and I went absolutely mad - so long ago and so carefully and deliberately, and yet I was myself - my nature was stable, leaden core inside, unbending and heavy. This is a heavy load - character and consciousness, and priceless one, too.

I was mournful. I was deranged. The house was alien, and empty, and cold, and I had to find kin right away

[figonas]

kaitlyn! can you sell me on black sails? I’ve been trying to figure out if I should watch it for ages

CAN I SELL YOU ON BLACK SAILS?!

It would be my honor 😈

The short: Black Sails is a prequel to Treasure Island chronicling how Captain Flint & Long John Silver met and where they got the treasure that is the focus of Treasure Island. Don’t worry if you’ve never read Treasure Island or seen an adaptation, it won’t make a difference.

**There are trigger warnings for nudity, violence, gore, and specifically for Max’s character in episode 3 there is a storyline involving sexual assault & rape. Essentially if you watched Game of Thrones (derogatory) and had no issue with the nudity, violence, and gore in that show Black sails will be absolutely no issue for you.**

First off, Black Sails is beautiful. The sets, the scenery, the actors, the acting, the music, everything.

Second, this show is lousy with queer representation. I don’t just mean there are a lot of queer characters. There are alot, I can think of at least 5 main characters off the top of my head, but it’s also queer people in a variety of relationships both good and bad.

Third, it’s nice and compact just 4 seasons with a set, discreet storyline that isn’t dragged on for 80 million terrible seasons.

Fourth it’s just good. I don’t know how I can explain that everything about this show works in its favor and makes it a worthwhile experience.

Essentially Black Sails is an action packed queer pirate drama that gorgeous toe to tip.

If you need more of an endorsement or want to watch me lose my mind over this show, I have expanded on my points under the cut;

If you’ve braved your way under the cut, welcome and buckle up.

Black Sails is full of amazing music, absolutely beautiful scenery, filled to the brim with a cast of phenomenal actors. I don’t really think this bullet point needs any additional explanation but have some screen caps and listen to the opening theme in case you don’t believe me.

Everyone in this show is hot…like everyone..everyone

When I say this show is lousy with queer people I don’t just mean there are queer people in this show; they are the focus of this show. I can’t really elaborate for spoiler related reasons but trust me, you’ve never watched an action drama like Black Sails. Have you ever watched a show with one, let alone TWO canon polycules?? How about an implied third?? Yeah I didn’t think so. The queer people in Black Sails are allowed to be people in relationships just like anyone else. Meaning they can make bad relationship choices. They can fuck up and break up and move on to someone else and none of that is written in a way that makes the viewer pass judgement on their sexuality.

The storyline in this show will blow you away. I really thought I understood Captain James Flint you know? I got him. Former British Naval Officer who’s been disgraced and turned to piracy. Fits in a nice little box of “characters with clear motivations that lead them from point A to point B”. HA HA WRONG, wrong wrong wrong. Black Sails took the version of Flint I boxed up as “interesting but ultimately a pirate cliché” and slapped me full in the face with his backstory. Flint’s motivations and backstory hit me so hard my Irish ancestors are wondering why their teeth hurt.

At the end of all this Black Sails is just good. The story is compact and complete. The characters all have depth; strengths and weaknesses, powerful motivations, their own brand of intelligence, etc. Relationships are complex and complicated, loyalties change, people die, love and trust are broken only to be rebuilt with someone else. What really sets Black Sails apart is this dark, gritty, straight-bait, action drama about pirates and treasure and rebellion has a beautiful, hopeful ending that leaves you satisfied. The people in Black Sails are people it’s real, and raw, and beautiful, and it will haunt you forever.

I’ll leave you with some of my favorite out of context quotes from the series;

“I am so sorry for working so hard to protect the wrong things. For failing to see that there is nothing important that doesn’t include you.”

“Everyone is a monster to someone, since you are so convinced that I am yours I will be it”

“Eleanor this place is just sand, it cannot love you back”

Goodbye, good luck, god speed, Black Sails will take over your brain forever!! You will never forget about it as long as you live!! Abandon all hope ye who enter here!!