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komitomi · 2 years ago

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Fateful Encounter. // Chapter ii.

Neteyam x F!reader

prologue || chapter i || chapter iii || chapter iv || chapter v

wordcount: 3.1k

English will be in italics!

Synopsis: You finally start settling in, maybe even catching feelings.

A/N: reader's mom is dead and reader has siblings, I know this might take away the self indulgence but i added this to give more depth to the reader, you can feel free to skip when the reader talks about it, not proof read! btw everyone's age is different besides tuk, she's 7 just like her canon age.

“take her to the tsahik.” the man with the tattoo says, and you're escorted out of the forest with the blue boy following behind you, your queue was grabbed by this random man who put a knife to it, threatening you that if you make any suspicious moves, he will cut it off.

You oblige and follow them, you quickly reach the island area when a horn is blown and all the people from the village are gathered together, looking at you, they all noticed your hands which had 4 fingers (excluding the thumb) and started letting out low growls, you were scared, looking at them.

They noticed your foreign attire, raising their non-existent brows in confusion, you were in a black crop top and pants, you usually wear shorts when you would be training but pants have much deeper pockets so you wore them instead, you didn't really feel comfortable in Na'vi attire yet cause obviously you were shy.

You noticed how the sea people looked different, observing their greenish skin, tails, thicker hands and tattoos on parts of their bodies, and the tops seem to be more secure, until you spotted some familiar looking Na'vi bodies.

They were blue, like the forest people, you came to the conclusion that this must be jake sully's family, considering they were the only shades of blue, you notice a curious little blue girl who was looking at you so you wave to her to which she smiles but before she could wave back her she is guarded by her mother's hand, who you look up at, she was glaring at you, almost ready to strike.

You gulped, looking away immediately, keeping your head down, all the commotion dies down when a certain lady appears, she seemed to be the tsahìk they mentioned, she looks at you, and examines you, she then spots your fingers before giving you a dirty look and looking at the muscular man, you assumed he would be the olo'eyktan considering their attire.

“What is a sky demon doing here.” She sneers looking at you, and before you can answer, jake talks to her, “My son caught her in the forest behind us, said there was a sign from eywa.”

“Explain.” she raises her brow looking at the blue boy who seemed to keep his head low, he looks up to see his father giving the look to speak, he swallows the lump in his throat before opening his mouth.

“I noticed her aircraft from above and followed it, it was camouflaged into the dark sky but I located and found her, I was about to shoot her with my arrow but suddenly a woodsprite landed on my arrow, I had no idea where it came from.” he spoke quickly, all in one breath, took a sharp breath after finishing his sentence.

Neytiri was shocked at this, she looked at jake and he looked at her before shrugging his shoulders, she deeply sighed, what neteyam just said gave her flashbacks.

“Woodsprite you say? Isn't their habitat dense forests? I hope you are not lying about this.” she sneered at him and he just nodded and looked down once again, “Come here.” she asks you to come near her, to which you obey, she then pokes you harshly with a needle she pulled out before tasting your blood, this lead to her closing her eyes and interpreting the will of eywa, everyone watched her intently.

She snapped her eyes open before looking at you shocked, before gasping, “She will stay here.” she says making everyone gasp, including you, “But– she's working for the RDA.” jake interrupts and ronal just stays quiet.

“I don't.” you speak out and jake turns towards you, “I am from a different organization, SERO.” you speak and he looks at you confused, “SERO?” he asks and you nod, “Space and Earth Resources Organization, built after the first war, to compete against RDA.” you explain and he's just silent, it's almost as if he's telling you to continue.

“Basically, after the first war between Na'vi and the Humans, information got leaked of RDA's inhumane practices against all life of Pandora, which caused riots and disapprovals from humans, and during those times SERO stepped in, standing against RDA.” you say in english, cause it's easier that way, and this shocks jake, he didn't know all this, of course how can he know? he's been living on Pandora all these years.

“Against or not, you are still sky people, you will bring doom upon us.” you hear another voice say and you look over to see, assuming, Jake's mate, the amount of deja vu you got was insane, her son literally said a similar thing, guess you know who he takes after now.

“Trust me, we won't–” before you can continue you hear the lady from earlier hissing, “Enough, figure this out later, she will stay with us, teach her our ways.” she says and scowls at the sully family, she looks at you, and you immediately do the sign version of ‘I see you’ to her and her husband before thanking them, to which they both nod, you were supposed greet them earlier but given the circumstances, you couldn't.

“Tsireya and the Suli family will help you fit in, treat her like one of us.” the lady says before turning leave, her husband also agrees with her and leaves along with her, “Bring her to our pod, son.” jake says before making his way too, the blue boy grasps your wrist and drags you with them, you wince when he pulls you, nevertheless he let's go of you wrist when you start following them.

As make your way to their pod, the young girl from before speaks up to you excitedly, “Hello! I'm the second daughter! Tuktirey te Suli Neytiri'ite—” she says and you get confused, “—or just Tuktirey, my nickname is Tuk!” she finishes after seeing your reaction to which you give her a warm smile, “I'm Y/N L/N, or Y/N for short.” you introduce yourself to her.

“I'm Kiri, the first daughter, but not exactly.” the girl with the short hair says, before the boy behind her speaks up, “and I'm Lo'ak the second son, it's nice to meet you Y/N.” he gives you a smile as well, which you return, and you look at their mother who seems to have a blank expression on her face, “aaaand my mom's name is neytiri! Neytiri te Tshaka/Suli Mo'at'ite, or just neytiri sully.” Lo'ak introduces his mother to you, you once again do the hand signal and speak “I see you, mrs sully.” you say and refer to her in English to which she acknowledges, you notice her smile a little bit, maybe she likes being called mrs sully.

You guys gather around the pod and they all sit down in a circle, and jake asks you to speak, and you do, explain everything you can to them, and he nods, “So, you're reestablishing a normal relationship between the human and the people here? ” he pauses and you nod, “and you need my help to defeat and save the people against the RDA?” he asks, “Yes sir.” you answer.

“I'm sorry kiddo, but, I am done with war, I just want to keep my family safe.” he says, feeling guilty to disappoint you, “No Mr sully, you do not understand, the RDA has sent out troops to find you, they're killing anything and everything in order to find you, you running away won't help.” you say straight to his face, making the family gasp, jake looks down before meeting your eyes, “I'll think through this.” he says and you sigh in relief.

The tense atmosphere dies down as the conversation returns to normal, the siblings just having fun in their own world, jake and neytiri discussing, you were sitting next to his oldest son. He was lost in his thoughts before you speak, “You know, I never got your name.” he looks at you before sighing “Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan.” he says.

“Yeah I definitely got all of that,” you say sarcastically, “Slower this time please?” you ask and he huffs, “Neteyam.” he says, “Nate ayyy am?” you repeat, he shakes his head slightly, “Ne.te.yam.” he repeats and follow along, “Neteyam.” you say his name which brings a smile to your face and he just stares at you, “Nice meeting you Neteyam.” you say brightly to which he replies with a nod.

You turn to look at his parents who already seemed to have been staring at you in shock for a while, they look at each other before looking back at you, Jake gives you a tight lipped smile which you return, ‘that was weird’ you think.

“Soooo, what next?” you ask and neteyam speaks up, “You will be learning the ways of water, frankly speaking we just came here only a few months ago but we've learned to grasp most of the things, now only iknimaya is left for me and my siblings, excluding tuk—”

“We all will teach you, along with the daughter of the olo'eyktan, tsireya, who you might've noticed earlier.” he finishes off and you nod, “But, where do I live?” you ask and Jake sully speaks up, “You will live with us.”

“Can I go back to get my stuff from the aircraft?” you ask, and jake thinks for a moment, “Yes, but let my son accompany you.” he says, “Oh! I would love to dad—” before Lo'ak could finish off what he's saying, he gets interrupted, “Not you, Neteyam will.” to which neteyam groans at.

“Great, now I've got to babysit another one.” he mutters underneath his breath, jake doesn't hear it but you do, so you just raise an eyebrow.

“By the way how old are you kid?” Jake asks you, “Uh, I guess I'll be 21? if we include the travel from earth to pandora, but I was 18 when I boarded the spaceship” you say and jake sully is surprised, “what? it only took 3 years to travel?” and you nod, “SERO outdoes everything you know, plus, technology.”

“My oldest son is 21 too, same age as you, the youngest is 19, kiri is 19 too, tuk is 7.” he says, “Oh I guess Neteyam can drink then.” you say which makes jake chuckle, but the others look at you confused, jake explains how the age system works for humans to them.

He looks at you and proceeds to explain the Na'vi age system, “There is no specific legal age here, but in order to be considered an adult here you will need to complete iknimaya, which my sons are in the process of doing.” he says and you nod, “Do I have to as well?” and jake replies with a “Yes.”

“Well, what is the process then?” you ask and Jake explains.

“You would need to tame a Tsurak, Skimwing in English, after that you'll get your first tattoo, that's the first major thing to get done, after that there's miniscule things which will be explained along the way.” he says and you nod.

“Alright, I'm ready to tame a Tsurak!” you say which makes jake laugh, “Maybe settle for an ilu? And work your way up? I'm sure what you've trained for is the forest way, things are a bit different here.” he says with a shrug.

“It can't be that difficult!” you say.

———

Oh how you'd learn to regret those words, you were currently underwater, it's really difficult to hold your breath, you can't stay underwater for more than 30 seconds which was pissing off Neteyam.

You once again go to the surface for breath, Neteyam follows you, “Oh come on, why are you so bad at this?” he says, he gets a smack on the head from Lo'ak, “Come on bro, she's learning, we were like her too.” he says making neteyam huff.

“It's okay, I will teach you how to breathe.” Tsireya says from behind you, to which you turn around to face her, honestly you thought she was an angel, she's so kind and welcoming even though you were one of the sky people, she trusted you a lot, she even lent you one of her new tops and loincloths she made, saying that it will be difficult to swim in your human underwear.

Neteyam notices the loose knot on your back, it was about to fall apart, he pulls you closer, catching you by surprise, and undos the tie, your hands immediately rush over to your chest trying to keep the piece secured.

“Don't even know how to tie it properly.” He says before tying it for you, the top feels much more secure than before, you blush before turning to look at him, “Thank you.” you say removing your hands from your chest, and he scoffs, “That was so rude tho, could've just told me.” you say while rolling your eyes, you both continue to banter on and on.

Everyone just looked at each other and giggled in a teasing manner, “Okay guys, stop. Let's focus now.” Tsireya says and everyone nods.

The sun started setting a few hours later, you had finished your training for the day, tired was an understatement, staying in water and training too long caused you to lose your balance on land, falling face front into the sand, Neteyam helps you get up and you guys make your way to the Suli marui pod.

Your legs finally give up and you fall gently into the floor, closing your eyes, sleep succumbing you.

You wake up back at the lab before rushing out of the link unit and going to the head of the scientist camp, Miss aria, you immediately call her over and she comes to you.

“I've located Jake sully, he's living on the islands surrounded by sea, with his family, it's a village called awa'atlu.” you immediately tell her all you can and she signals you calm down first.

“I see, that's great news! did he say anything about helping us out?” she asks and you slowly shake your head, “he didn't particularly say he would help us, I explained the situation and he said he would think about it.” you say and she nods.

“That's a good enough response, and what about you? How are you settling in?” she asks, concerned for you, “Rocky at best, sea people have way more complicated life style than the forest ones, all my training is useless there.” you say with a deep sigh, she nudges you “Hey! It's completely okay.” she cheers you up, to which you give her a smile.

“Any updates on the RDA?” you ask and she nods, “We've planted a few devices and they're giving us information, tracking their movement, we have seized a few of their machinery for the war as a back up, we have enough to fight against them if things go South. We really need to defend this planet Y/N.” she deeply sighs.

“Have they made any progress in their mission?” you ask and she nods, “They are moving to the sea area now, terrorizing the clans there, we're sending few more of our troops to defend against them, Earth had sent 7 more spaceships here after the one you were in, in no time we will have enough people for this plan.” she says and you simply nod.

“Alright I'll leave all this to you.” you say and she nods, you quickly make your way to the cafeteria and grab some food before eating and going back to the link units.

You open your eyes to see concerned faces directly staring at you, a wave of relief washes over those expressions when you finally get up, “Oh my god you scared us!” says Lo'ak, “We thought you died.” Tuk says.

“No guys, I was just connecting to my human body, I have to eat or it will die.” you say and they all sigh, “We know but you fainted so suddenly.” Kiri says and you stay quiet before apologizing, “Sorry for that.” Tuk immediately hugs you.

It was already eclipse, you let out a groan, they look at you confused, “I forgot to go to the aircraft to fetch my stuff, they'll just rot in there.” you say out loud, “No need for that, I already bought them” Neteyam says pointing to the luggage at the corner of their pod, and you look at him surprised, “Thank you!” you say excited before you go and unpack it.

You pull out a box and open it, checking to see if anything happened to the contents inside, you were relieved nothing happened to them, “Who are they?” Tuk asks curiously, sitting beside you.

This causes lo'ak, kiri and neteyam to be curious too and they look at the picture from behind you, “They're my family.” you say with a smile, you pull out the picture before showing it to them.

“This is my mom, my dad and my siblings.” you say pointing to each one, “ooooo? what does your family do.” Tuk asks excitedly, they were all human, you guys look happy, smiling in the picture.

“Eh uh, my dad is a scientist back on Earth for SERO, my siblings are still in school, and as for my mom, well, she is no longer with us.” you say with a sad smile, fingers grazing over her smiling face.

“No longer with you?” Lo'ak asks and you nod, “She's dead, died in a gang encounter when I was just 17” you say, and the atmosphere goes quiet, “Well at least you can get to talk to her through consciousness no? like spirit tree or something” Tuk asks and you shake your head, “We do not have any of those things, once they are gone, they are gone forever.” you say and Tuk looks at you sadly before giving you a hug, “This is why you should live here with us!!” she says and you chuckle, “Oh I wish!” you say before tickling her to which she laughs.

You've gotten close with the Suli family in just one day, everyone liked you, your atmosphere, however neteyam still had his guard up, so did his mother but they didn't hate you or anything, just tolerated you.

“Sorry for the depressing topic! Let's switch to something else.” you say lightening the mood up and everyone nods, you all get lost in your conversations.

——— 2 weeks later.

You had mastered the way of water, learnt the sign language, rode an ilu, were able to stay more than 3 minutes underwater, you noticed how Na'vi bodies adapt more quickly than human bodies, this would've taken you a month to master rather than two weeks.

You had learnt all the basics and now finally, you were learning how to hunt underwater, Neteyam was the one teaching you surprisingly, he apparently was a skilled hunter.

“Hold it like this.” he signs at you before fixing your posture, this causes him to get really close to you and you look at him with a smile, he looks at you with a stoic expression before raising an eyebrow and putting some distance between you guys.

You successfully were able to shoot a big fish down, you cheer underwater, lifting your arms and going over to collect your hunt, before neteyam and you go up.

You gasp for air and hold the fish over your head, “I did it! I did it neteyam! Look!” you say excitedly, he smiles at you and takes the fish from your hands, you slowly make your way to the shore before sitting down.

“I can't believe I caught this!” you say kicking you feet in excitement, “It's really shocking how you did that on your first try.” he says and you roll your eyes sarcastically at him, “Well I didn't train for nothing, although things are different here at sea than at forest.” you say which makes him chuckle, before he starts reminiscing of the forest.

“I miss the forest.” he suddenly says making you look at him, “But I thought you liked it here? You scold your siblings when they say that dont you.” you ask him confused and he nods, “That's cause it's my duty as their older brother, but deep down I feel the same, I want to go back to my clan, the forest where I grew up in, the one where I made so many memories, I just don't say it because I have to teach my siblings to love it here, it's my job, I feel this thinking of me is immature.” he finally speaks his mind, neteyam had always been so closed off, not speaking more than necessary.

You put your hand on his shoulder to which he looks at you, “It's okay neteyam, I know it's your duty as an older brother but being immature sometimes is completely okay, you're allowed to feel, do not be harsh on yourself for this.” you say and he looks into your eyes, before biting his lips.

“I just— I don't know, it's difficult being an oldest child, your siblings are your responsibility, it feels as if I was born just to take care of them, don't get me wrong, I love my siblings and I do it willingly but sometimes it just gets too much, and i do not want to disappoint my father.” his voice cracks at the last sentence, tears welling up in his eyes, you look at him and pat his head, he closes his eyes in relief, finally being comforted.

“Neteyam, you're a good brother, I am very proud of you.” you say and he opens his eyes to look at you, “I see you.” you say which makes neteyam gasps, your intention was to make him feel seen, feel heard, feel understood, but what you didn't know was, those words turned the small feelings of rain inside him into a big storm.

Neteyam fell for you instantly, in that moment, “What are you guys doing here?” you hear tsireya's voice calling for you, you take the fish from his hand and run over to her, he can hear you explaining how you caught it in an excited voice.

He stares at you, eyes filling with love and respect for you, you look at him and signal him to follow you, to which he does, getting up and trailing behind you, his heart besting frantically in his chest.

———

It has been a few days since that incident and it seems neteyam has finally warmed up to you, you both have been spending a lot of time together, which surprised no one, he took you to a few of the places he knew here, where he usually hangs out.

It was currently eclipse you were staring at the many moons and the planet before you, with neteyam along your side, “Neteyam look! Those starts over there are connecting, to form a shape.” you point out and he looks at it, “You're right!” he says taking in the beauty.

But he finds you more beautiful tho, you've also slowly started to fall in love him, the island, everything.

“Beautiful.” he says, you thought he complimented the stars and you agree with him before he shakes his head and turns your face towards his, coming closer.

“You're beautiful.” he says making your eyes widen, he looks into your eyes and you do the same, before his focus shifts to your lips and back to your eyes again, you slowly lean in, he does the same until you're both interrupted by a Lo'ak yelling for you guys, saying how it's clan dinner time, you quickly pull away and get up, neteyam following quietly.

Both of your guy's heart were beating so fast and rapidly, you quickly make your way to where lo'ak was and walk together to the clan dinner.

When you guys reach then you notice how most of the village is here, they were all sitting together and eating, neteyam grabs your hand and pulls you to sit by him and you do, before handing you a plate full of food, you eat happily along with him, talking about so many things.

Neytiri looks at both of you, before she turns to jake, “we cannot let this seed grow ma jake.” she says and jake was confused before he catches on to what she means, “why not? they seem perfect for one another.” he questions, “she's a sky person.” she tries to reason but jake just chuckles, “I was too, remember?” he says which makes her turn to look at him, “But it's different— she's-” before she can say anything, jake cuts her off, “there is no difference, you're just afraid that you might lose your son, you won't.” jake hugs her and she returns it back.

Tsireya and Lo'ak join you both and all of laugh together consuming the food.

chapter iii will contain smut! relationship between the reader and neteyam will blossom, there will be more neteyam x reader.

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shinycupcakebaker · 1 year ago

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Hey, Mel! I don’t know what was going on with tumblr yesterday, but every time I tried to find your blog, it said it didn’t exist. 🙄 Stupid tumblr. 😒 Anyway, here is a list of my favorite Top Gun writers on here:

@discount-shades - She has two canon Jake series that are awesome and she just started a Jake Western AU (they’re all outlaws) that’s amazing so far.

@teacupsandtopgun - She has a phenomenal Jake x OC (Felicity March) that is sweet and spicy! She also has some gut-wrenching stories for Fanboy and Bob.

@topgun-imagines - She writes for both movies and her current Jake series is so heartbreakingly good!

@sometimesanalice - She mostly writes for Bradley and her Like I Can series is enough to make you swoon.

@desert-fern - She’s in the middle of a Jake series featuring a team of Navy Seals that enlist the Daggers�� help to take out a corrupt foreign power in the Middle East. Her Reader, Bear, is the commander of the Seal Team and she gives Jake sooo much shit! She also wrote a really sweet Fanboy oneshot about the Reader being completely overwhelmed with work and life and how amazingly sweet Mickey is about it. (It’s not quite a “sick” fic, but it is comforting)

@mayhemmanaged - She has two new series (both AUs) with Jake. One is being cowritten with @cassiemitchell about a group of vigilante women helping to protect abused women and all them are married to the men on the task force who are trying to catch them! May’s other story is about a dystopian society where Jake’s family are basically American royalty and he falls in love with a woman who isn’t “noble.”

@roosterforme - She has soooo many Bradley series. She also has some oneshots of Bradley, Jake, and Bob that are really good.

@tongue-like-a-razor - She is in the middle of two Jake series that I love. Less Talk and Brother’s Best Friend (Bradley’s little sister is the Reader in that one) they’re both slow burns which I love!

@startrekfangirl2233-writes - She’s in the middle of a kiss prompt challenge and has about a dozen one shots with the guys from both movies and different types of kisses. She also wrote a Bob oneshot that absolutely broke my heart!

@ohgodnotagainn - She’s in the middle of a coffee shop AU with Bob and the Daggers and it’s just so sweet and fluffy!

@beyondthesefourwalls - She’s writing a Bradley series about an ex-girlfriend that comes back into his life, but she’s got this creepy coworker that’s stalking her and making her life a living hell. It’s so good so far, and we’re only on Part 5!

@wkndwlff - She has some Bradley oneshots that are really good! The Sunday Scaries isn’t a “sick” fic, but Bradley is super comforting in that one.

@sylviebell - She just started a Bradley x Natasha series that seems like it’s going to be amazing! It’s a fake-dating, friends to lovers fic and those are some of my favorite fics!

@say-al0e - I��ve only read one of her fics, Home Run, but it’s a friends to lovers with Bradley that just blew me away.

@sweetwhispersofchaos - She writes Bob x Phoenix and I’ve only read one of her stories, Tomorrow, but it was so good I can’t wait to binge the rest of her masterlist.

I hope you find enjoy a few of the fics from these awesome ladies! BTW, I’ve got the sequel to That Part written and queued up for Tuesday. (I might have already told you that, but I can’t remember.) It’s a bit spicy, so be warned! 😏😏🔥🔥 It’s very music-centered and I’ve created a couple playlists that I’m going to post this weekend if you want to listen and set the mood for the story. ❤️

Becca!!! Oh my goodness!!! You are amazing beyond words!! I will check out all of these masterlists. I think I have browsed a few of them but I will dive deep into them all. I did find a sweet Bob x sick reader fic. Reader woke up with strep on their birthday. I had to giggle, only b/c my birthday is next week (27th) and if I wake up sick(er), I will not be happy. But, I’m feeling better. Everything seems to have moved from my head into my chest. I’d rather deal with a cough and not sore teeth and sinuses. Lol

I cannot wait to read part 2 of That Part!! Bring on the spice!! You’re awesome!! ❤️❤️🥰🥰

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deedjre · 2 months ago

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Day 28 - monster !!! i had this one all prepped 😈 and i RUSHED finishing it so i could work on that piece for the 23rd lmao so it's just gradient shaded. anyway i actually had a fantasy au of these two fuckers from a while back bc i get a feral urge when i think about mers and i was thinking about mers. and so i was like "what if i made john a mer" and then i realized. that would fix him. that would like take away most of his pain and strife. bc you can't smoke underwater. this eventually spiraled into me making him a siren and i honestly i had no other choice but to make colin a vampire do you know how many toxic love songs there are that use "vampire" as a metaphor? at least 2. and he is the vampire in both fr <3

(prompt list) RANTINGS BELOW beware of. worldbuilding lmao

originally gave john the wrong skin tone (and by that i mean blue. like his underwater skin tone is blue) 💀 so the colors of blush and eyebags and clothes might be a bit off but. oh well

anyway.

sirens are considered a subspecies of mers. i suppose. a slight genetic mutation, perhaps. also ignore the crotch part on the land form bit btw. i needed more differences LMAO i think it's mostly meant for a circumcision joke or something continuing on, it's primarily a visual allegory for autism. the feeding off of love part was mostly for john specifically though, to give him more parallels to Colin and for the relationship to be more in line with the uh "original" canon. original in quotes but ig that also fits for the actual original canon?? anyway. when touched with water, the land forms of both sirens and mers will start to change color in just that spot. hence his arm in the piece. also mers just eat fish. for simplicity.

when exiting the water, mers/sirens will typically wind up on the beach naked. so they have little lost and found shops on the shore to give them clothes and shit !! yippee. that's where john got his hoodie in this lore. btw.

some other things: this takes place in california instead of new york bc it was originally going to take place in california. not much difference, in all honesty. lot more temperate. john is a very willing food source to the point of having to get blood transfusions (the yaoi remains toxic). but at least colin feeds him back colin claims he's an elf quite frequently (his fangs aren't always out). which is a bit like saying you're old money. which he very much is NOT. he is still british though here's a doodle sheet i did while thumbnailing (most are thumbnails):

i have an unfinished rough draft of this version of the story and honestly history repeats itself bc i forgot i made the "nicknamed vamp bc he's bi" joke in it. i just thought of it a second time. oh another fun fact: vampires only need to eat like twice a month on average in this story. colin just eats him for fun most of the time. it's how he shows love <3 funnily enough i actually think their relationship is healthier in this au. they communicate like so much fucking more and john isn't AS possessive. i mean colin is actively killing him and john's letting it happen, but colin is also taking him to the hospital when he gets anemic. Even more fun fact!: colin's wearing his 60's au outfit. bc it has a poets shirt and that's more vampire than a button up. the uh chain being drawn/used correctly is just for this au though.

for an unknown reason john still uses ASL in this AU. i forgot why. but it's probably the stutter (though he didn't have one in that point of creation i don't think??? did i give him a stutter twice?? also it should've been mer sign language... bc he lived underwater. i just feel like they'd have another version due to that). he has a stutter btw have i ever said that? i decided it fairly recently. this month or any preceding month through july. uhm. here's some older art of them i might've posted here before:

#bweirdOCtober #bweirdOCtober2024 #oc tober #digital art #original characters #siren #vampire #sometimes i think about adding content warnings for shit but no one would have fucking. “guy getting eaten by vampire” blocked #partially bc we're on the “guy getting eaten by vampire” site

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melverie · 11 months ago

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Hehehe for the OC ask game!

Concept and design 08, Angel 03, Demon 05, Demon 09, Demon 10 I know you answered this one in private but I want everyone to see it too lol and Demon 11!

I wanted to ask more but I’ll wait some time later!

Thanks for making the questionnaire Melody!💚

You could have asked like half the list and I would have just been like "of course, my liege" lmao Btw cursing you with my mind for asking demon 11. The amount of trouble this question gave me >:(

And of course!! A second one is technically already in the works 👀

Also, I'm going to call Marchosias Maze here

Thank you for asking Ivy 💛💛

-> to the ask game -> to all asks about Marchosias

⸺ CONCEPT & DESIGN 08 ⸺ Anything you heavily associate with them? A color, a word, a picture, or something else?

In addition to the things mentioned here, this shade of blue that I've been using all throughout the ask game! It's the same shade as a piece of cloth that survived from her time as an angel and that's now also part of her demon outfit!

Also, idk if this counts but @today-in-the-devildom because guess who's running it <3

⸺ ANGEL 03 ⸺ Do they sometimes sneak out to visit the other realms?

Not while she was an angel, no. It's not exactly easy to sneak out when the seraphs constantly have an eye on your every move

She hasn't been to the Celestial Realm ever since she fell, and mostly only visits the human world when she's summoned. But outside of that she prefers to stay in the Devildom. The Devildom's constant night sky just feels like home to her <3

⸺ DEMON 05 ⸺ Have they forged any pacts yet? How eager are they to do so, and do they forge them often? If they haven't, why not?

Maze has forged A LOT of pacts over her lifetime, and she's not planning on stopping anytime soon. When asked, Maze will claim it's because she just enjoys how easy it is to manipulate demons into a pact and to collect their souls, but it's actually because deep down she felt like she was somehow lacking as a demon, and forging pacts left and right was a way to make up for it

That being said, she doesn't just forge a pact with anyone. She's still picky about who to forge one with

⸺ DEMON 09 ⸺ What do they do with human souls?

While the human is still alive, they increase her powers. So with way too many pacts, you can imagine how powerful Maze has become. She might not be anywhere near being as powerful as the pactless brothers, but she is definitely a force to be reckoned with

But after they die, well... At this point, she has so many souls that she doesn't even know what to do with them anymore. The ones she likes the most she keeps in her collection--which means she concentrates the soul's energy into a small glowing crystalline form and decorates the ceilings and walls in her house with it to create her own little night sky. If she doesn't want to keep them, then she tries to get rid of them in various ways, including dumping some of them in the different circles of hell

⸺ DEMON 10 ⸺ Solomon shows up at their doorstep in the middle of the night to ask for a pact. How do they react?

Imagine the following scenario:

Solomon (drunk) is standing before her, drenched by the rain and with an utterly sopping wet expression on his face. Marchosias is standing in the doorway before him, still in her pjamas. Her face graces the most flabbergasted expression demonkind has ever mustered. Slowly and without a word from either of them, she shifts into her demon form, her tails carefully inching closer and closer toward the human, only to suddenly come crashing down on him (though she makes sure to stop right before she would actually touch him). Solomon skedaddles away and she yells after him "Yeah, that's what I fucking thought!!"

Not even 5 minutes later she runs after him to usher him inside because it's the middle of the night and it's raining and he is drunk and dammit Solomon, why are you like this, we've forged a pact before you even became immortal

⸺ DEMON 11 ⸺ What is their opinion of Diavolo as a ruler? Have they experienced the reign of any other demon kings? How does Diavolo compare in their opinion?

Exploding this question with my mind as if I wasn't the one that came up with it in the first place. Pew pew

She fully supports him in and his reign. He's definitely a bit of a dreamer, sure. But so far he has been able to follow up on most his promises, so Maze has a lot of confidence in his abilities. Plus she gets to see glimpses of how hard he works behind the scenes thanks to both her role in RAD's Newspaper Club and the people in her life that are actually close to Diavolo. So she's fully aware of all the thought, care and effort he puts into every decision he makes and that he always has the best interest of his subjects in mind

That being said, she can't help but think he's too much of a dreamer at times, especially when compared to his father, who was more of a realist and more focused on the now. Under both of their reigns things obviously got/get done. But especially when compared to his father, Maze sometimes feels like Diavolo is too caught up in the musings of the future he wishes to create, and he tends to lose sight of the Devildom's current problems as well as the denizens' concerns in the process. Most of her doubts have been eliminated by now, but they were especially present when Diavolo first took over the role as ruler. The prime example for this is how Diavolo insisted on letting the brothers stay in the Devildom after they fell, while the denizens feared a war with the Celestial Realm because of their presence

On a more personal level, Diavolo is definitely a lot more approachable than his father. He sometimes is a little too friendly and enthusiastic for her liking—whenever you try to ask him something and he gets a little too close and his smile a little too wide, for example—but she appreciates that he takes every concern of residence of the Devildom serious. He always seems so welcoming, and his charisma is actually something she is very fascinated by. Meanwhile his father was the polar opposite. Maze fell after Diavolo's mother had died, so by then the Demon King had had already grown colder and more detached. He was still beloved by his subjects, but he also had standoffish aura about him. She only met him in person when she was a child, and because of his presence she barely even managed to get her awkward little "hello" out to which she then got an awkward little nod in return

Side note, but Maze sometimes has a bit of trouble remembering he's the ruler of the realm. While she might not be in his inner circle herself, as mentioned before, she's close to several people who are part of it. And so she gets to experience parts of his more casual (and sometimes goofy lol) side simply by happening to be around when Diavolo needs something of Mephisto, for example..........meaning it might have happened once or twice that Maze has dropped the 'Lord' when referring to Diavolo. Never in one of her articles, though!

-> to the ask game -> to all asks about Marchosias

#thank you ivyyy 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛#the way this was the first ask i got about her but i had to constantly push it back because of demon 11 smh #but you said that was the one you were most interested in so i wanted to make sure to give you a thorough answer #the human souls question is also so interesting. but only if you don't have to come up with an answer yourself ✌️#i just kept sitting there like “what DOES she do with human souls?? what do ANY of them do with them???”#oh and i'm also giving you the offical okay to ask about yuki but know that i hardly have her figured out DNFJGSDG #obey me oc #mel's oc marchosias #mc & oc ask game - marchosias #obey me mc & oc ask game #ask game answers #ask tag

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gethooked · 11 months ago

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Here's my thoughts from tonight's dynamite

Hook vs Samoa Joe main event, ok I'm totally not nervous at all. This video package feels like it's a ppv. Ok but Hook's voice 😍 he needs to talk more. His slow walk oml.

Christian Cage vs Dustin Rhodes where did this match come from. I hate how Christian walks and I don't know why. Nick Wayne though 😍. Dustin's theme reminds of his Goldust theme. I honestly think Christian is going to win. Christian got yeeted over those steps oml. I feel like Dustin has been wrestling for 100 years, but I might actually cry when he retires. Hopefully he has a match for his retirement match. Not Nick trying to cheat. Yes Dustin, yambag jones, yambag city like Taz said. Dustin beat Nick's ass. Yess, get Nick out of here. (I love you Nick) Christian taking Adam's move 🫨 what did I say Christian was gonna win.

Who's house? Swerve's house! The way Swerve laughs is so weird to me. Renee looks sooooo pretty tonight. Did Swerve quote Harry Styles or am I going insane. Swerve's house!

Just looking at S🤮mmy passes me off. From what I've heard about Jericho recently I don't like him. A pizza cutter? Maybe he will cut your hair. Sydallllll!!!! Sydal beat Jericho before? Never knew that. At least we get to see Sydal.

Orange Cassidy and Trent with Chuck say whatttt... since when was he back. Hopefully OC and Trent win. Oh wait Penta and Komander... this match is gonna be a banger. Trust me I know bangers. Cero Miedo! I love that Rey's back too. Classic OC. I think my dogs like wrestling because whenever wrestling is on they have to wrestle to. They even do their own promos. Ok sorry back to the actual match. I hate picture in picture I get distracted by the commercials. So far I've been right about the winnings for 2 matches. Let's see how many more I can get. Bruh the undisputed kingdom can suck a fat one. Roddy shut the fuck up. Why are YOU trying to tell him what to do. Belongs to you? Bitch what? I agree with the other fans. OC another match?

Hangman you look different, did you dye your hair? Grow a mustache? Again Renee is sooo pretty. He doesn't think about Swerve? Yeah right. Hangman never threaten HOOK like that again.

This might make me cry. Rip Jay. Rest in Heaven. Poor Mark, he already looks emotional. #DemBoys period girl!! Good for you! The love Mark has for his niece is so cute. Now I'm gonna cry for real. The fact that Jay was a family man breaks my heart.

The bucks? What the hell happened to their faces. Nicholas and Matthew is crazyyyyy. Hypothetical he's using that word to much fr. Stiiiiiiiinnnnngggggggg. #changetheworld the shade towards cm punk is my favorite thing. Sweetheart is crazy.

Bullet club gold. Honestly I only like Jay. Mogul embassy? This match is gonna go crazy. I loveee Prince Nana. I think Toa missed. BCG won, knew that was gonna happen. We love Bowens btw. Scissor me Daddy Ass.

Wardlow? Adam Cole? Get off my screen sellouts.

Toni on commentary? Oml i love her but her gimmick gets irritating after awhile in my opinion. Deonna vs Anna? Deonna has to win. If I see anyone make comments about Deonna I will personally beat you the fuck up. What does virtuosa even mean? Yes Deonna as you should. Toni's faces are sooo funny bro. Poor Luther. Right in the what? Poor Taz. They must have been watching a telenovela. (I'm mexican I can make that joke)

Top Flight vs Private Party? I want Top Flight to win, butttt I think PP is going to win since Marq Quen is back. Idk I just hope both teams have fun. I loveeee PP's theme. Aww he gave away his durag. Same thing with TF's theme. I've been loving Darius' hair braided. What did Taz call them? I love when Zay does that little scream. Wasn't Darius on the ropes? Andretti? We love him too.

Hook vs Joe? Bae's gotta win this. Come on Hook. Hook looks so majestic. I'm gonna cry my poor Hookie. Joe you didn't have to actually have to kill him.

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coffeeorsomething-irl · 2 years ago

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Ch 4 of my Luke Skywalker x OC fic. First chapter and a brief explanation of wtf is this, here

Next chapter, here

Btw my capitalization use is at times a matter of artistic license.

@dailydragon08, @a-midwinter-night-dream-86

X-wing

She still got out to the gazebo early. He was meditating, and probably waiting for her. He lowered himself to the rail as she leaned against it next to him.

"Hi," she greeted him as his eyes opened, and quickly his face split into a big grin.

"Hi, Ciri. I'm so glad to see you. Did you sleep well?"

"Um, not really… guess I might have been a little too.. e-excited," she admitted sheepishly.

His grin widened. "…Well then I have to apologize, Ciri," he said after a moment, "cuz I'm trying to be sorry about that, but it's not really working. I think I might be a little too excited, too. …Is it bad?"

"N-no, I'm fine, it'll probably just be a bit of an early night."

"Well I am glad that you’re alright…"

She smiled, in enjoyment of him.

“I was wondering if you could help me with something?”

"Sure! What is it?"

“Something new I want to try with the Force… but I can’t practice it, by myself. …You’re curious about what the Force feels like, right? …You’d want to know what I feel through it?”

“Y-yes, absolutely!” she exclaimed, unconsciously standing straighter.

“Then this is something I think you’re going to like… Assuming I pull it off.”

She grinned with anticipation. "OK, great! Let’s do it! W-what should I do?"

“Great, thanks… Hop up here next to me...” She did so, sitting next to him on the wide railing, almost close enough to touch.

"Alright. And now…," he held out his arm to her with a wink and lopsided grin, "an added bonus.. I get to hold your hand, again."

She readily placed her palm in his. "…Um, you d-don't really need an excuse, you know, L-Luke," she told him softly, flushing, and his grin bloomed into a radiant smile.

His fingers closed around hers. "In that case," he murmured, "I'll be hanging on to this for a while… and you can just let me know when you'd like it back…alright?"

She recovered and nodded yes with enthusiasm, feeling her heart thump. Gently smiling, he drew her hand into his lap, and held it firmly.

He settled, facing forward. "Alright then… Now, just close your eyes, and relax… and clear your mind…” A little noise burst out of her, because that was going to be difficult with him so close to her. “…Just do your best,” he amended, with light amusement.

She tried to comply, and felt him still beside her. A moment passed, and another, and then minutes had gone… and finally she felt his deep, steady breath begin to rise and fall through her awareness, like a buoyant wind.

Her breathing appeared to synchronize with his of its own accord. Then she lost track of the difference between his breath and hers, and then of the whole of her body, and their breath became the firmament.

And then she felt light, and water, and shade, and green sugar, and then she felt a tiny, tiny pulse… rapid, so rapid, and slight… She felt warmth, and darkness, and companionship, and hunger’s little naw… there were three little hearts beating together, and tiny rustles in the darkness…

Then within an instant the connection severed, and she jolted into her body and nearly fell back. Instantly, his arm was around her, gently supporting her. Her senses were solely her own once again, as she heard his voice speaking to her, "Are you alright, Ciri? Sorry about the dropout. Was it too much?"

"N-no, I mean– yes, I – I mean… Luke, thank you, I'm fine. I'm… I'm fine…" She probably was a little overwhelmed, though, because the next thing she did was to sag against him and rest her head on his shoulder.

He lightly held her. A large breath heaved through her, and she took a moment to steady herself by focusing on her own breathing. It felt oddly pedestrian, after the sensation of his breath rushing through her entire body.

Then she sighed and whispered, "Luke, thank you…"

"You're welcome, Ciri. I'm glad you liked it," he whispered back.

"W-what was it? I mean… what were they?"

"Baby rodents… some type of squirrel, I'd think, from your collection. They're nesting in that tree."

She registered which tree he was pointing to, and searched its canopy. As she rested against him, an animal bounded up one of the branches and disappeared from view in the tangled limbs.

"Red squirrels… probably," she identified, then hesitated. "…Is that what it's like for you… a-all the time?"

She felt his soft chuckle pass through his ribs. How strange, for his laughter to be only in his body, for her to feel it indirectly, as external. "No, not all the time. Only when I focus."

"Wow… I don't think I really understood, before. You're… you're superhuman."

He blushed intensely, and mumbled bashfully, "aw Ciri, I'm not, I'm…," he tailed off, and sighed a little ruefully. "Well, I don't know, maybe I am a little."

"You are. Luke, you're incredible… wow, I'm so glad I know you..."

He grinned, then after a moment, he said quietly, "Is it cheating if I try to use the Force like this to make you like me?"

"No!" she said strongly… then more quietly, "–I-I mean, no… I like a lot of things about you."

"..Good," he breathed. "..I'm glad I know you too, you know… and I think there's some pretty incredible things about you. Like how fearlessly curious you are.. and how grounded and kind you are… and how you make my heart clench. …You're not like any other person I know."

She flushed under his praise, then kicked her knees out and became slightly sarcastic. "Yeah? Do you like how awkward I am and how I never know what to do?"

He smiled kindly, with a light laugh. "I do like it that you're shy, actually, Ciri… I don't know, it seems earnest, to me. And it's just so gratifying to watch your pretty face blushing at something I've said. So there."

She had to chuckle, even as it made her redden more. "..Ok, point accepted."

“…And I like how you’re innocent," he added in a moment, "I used to be innocent, and I miss it… but you make me feel that, again.”

She raised her head to look at him. He was gazing down at her with perfect tenderness, and the sweetest little smile. She blushed just looking at it, and didn't know what to say.

"You're alright?" he whispered, reaching over to gently take her hand, "Feeling a little more steady?"

"Y-yeah, I'm… I'm good. Thank you, Luke."

Her fingers curled between his.

"Good… I'll get better at it, if you wanted to do it again, sometime."

She smiled giddily. "Yes, Luke, I'd love to do it again!"

His own smile blossomed as he murmured, "Wonderful."

“…Um, y-you’ve really never done that, before? …S-shared…like that?”

“No, Ciri, I haven’t… The only person I would have with, is my sister… and she’s strong in the Force as I, so there’s no need. With anyone else… well, the thought just didn’t feel quite right, if it came. But you… you're so open and curious. ..You make me wanna share a lot.”

She blushed, and had to glance away with a laugh before looking back at him. "Y-you make me feel so.. s-special.. …well, I-I like it, when you share with me, Luke. Thank you."

He blushed, smiling happily, and squeezed her hand. "You know, I feel the same way, when you share with me."

"You're a.. really good first-timer, too…that was incredible!"

Still blushing, he grinned fondly, and chuckled. "Thanks for thinking so…," then, whispered conspiratorially, "Hey, Ciri."

"Y-yeah?"

"You know, you're absolutely gorgeous, princess," he whispered, with that impossibly soft, sweet smile and just a little bit of mischief in his eyes.

She couldn't stop blushing, it seemed, and she had to look down to stammer, "Th-thank you, L-Luke.." When she raised her eyes, she found it had only made him smile the more.

He gently brought her hand to his lips, and kissed it carefully, his eyes lidded. His lips were incredibly soft. Then he whispered, "Ciri? Take me to your woods."

She gulped. "S-sure, of course…" And as his arm dropped from her shoulder, he released her hand and let her get down.

"Um, did you have somewhere specific in mind?" she asked at the bottom of the steps.

"I want to see a beast gate… preferably one that's kind of… that way," he answered, gesturing just above east.

This time when they walked along the grounds to the wood, their fingers were fondly interwoven.

The gate she led him to was long overgrown. The trees marched up directly to it, and continued on the other side with barely an interruption for the wall itself. A permanent twilight hung under the canopy. The wall was thick, and the gate tunneled through it. The stones lining its sides were mossy and damp.

The gate couldn't be seen from any appreciable distance. Long familiarity with the wood was the only way she knew it was near, before standing practically before it.

He released her hand as they reached it, and stepped forward to run his palm along the beginning of the arch.

Then he turned to her with a mischievous grin and stepped backward into it.

She watched him steadily receding until she could no longer make him out through the gloom. Then she smirked and followed him under.

She met him somewhere nearly through. Their fingers touched in the darkness, then slid past one another until their hands were clasped. She felt like she could almost sense him smiling.

The shade lightened enough on the other side for her to see that he was. He stopped walking first, so that she inadvertently closed the gap separating them.

"Have you been through this one?" he asked softly, barely inches away.

"I've been through all of them," she returned.

"That's my girl…," he breathed, and she flushed with pleasure. "Have you been to the base of the big hill?"

He was referring to the hill that rose up to one side of the castle. It was much higher on the far side, where an escarpment dropped it down into a large depression on the surface of the land.

"Yes," she answered.

"Will you take me there? …To the base of the hill on the far side from the castle."

"O-of course," she whispered. "Why do you want to go… Luke, are you taking me to see your ship?"

"No…," he answered with soft innocence, "you're taking me to see my ship. …I don't know where I am."

She grinned in delight, and bit her lip, and squeezed his hands. "Thank you Luke!" she said triumphantly. And she wanted almost desperately to give him a hug.

Then she was doing it, dropping his hands to quickly throw her arms around his torso, and squeezing him close. She heard his breath suck in and catch.. then felt his hand ease onto her waist and up her side… Then both his hands were running over her back, and he was hugging her too. His fingers curled into her clothing. His breath shuddered, and she felt the vibrations running through her body, almost like they were still connected through the Force. She just sighed, and relaxed against him, not remembering to feel that she shouldn't. He was amazingly comfortable and had the softest, warmest body, and a delightful musky scent that made her want to drown, and he was holding her close, his chin resting atop her hair. His heart was beating strongly in his chest.

She hugged him for so much longer than she would have thought possible, because he didn't dislodge her or do anything else except cradle her close, as his breath gently rustled her hair.

Then she remembered his starship, and what was happening, and came back to collect herself. She gently loosened her arms, and pulled back, blushing at how long she'd held him for. He let her go, but he didn't drop his hands from her body just yet. Instead they settled upon her waist.

"I-I'm sorry I… j-just…," her cheeks flushed to admit what had just happened. "…for so long," she finished quietly.

"No… you don't get to apologize for that," he protested softly, "it's not fair."

"O-oh…"

"It's fine to be embarrassed, Ciri… but don't apologize. I enjoyed that too much to hear you say sorry for it." His hands were still on her body.

"Oh, I… s-sure. y-yeah, me… m-me t-too…"

"well, good… for me.."

A moment passed as she gazed up into his eyes.

Then he began to gently murmur, "Ciri? …Is it cheating? If I try to use my X-wing to make you like me?" His voice held a note of vulnerability that wasn't normally there.

"I-is that what you're doing?"

A moment passed.

"…No. I'm showing it to you because I like you. But I do want you to like me. And I do have an X-wing. I think I just got hugged for it."

"I don't think it's cheating, Luke. N-not when I already…

I already really l-like you a lot, Luke. I… I w-wouldn't have just… for so long, o-otherwise… I-I've never… " She was blushing terribly.

He breathed, his smile gently returning, seeming shyer than usual. Or maybe it was just the low lighting. His hands on her waist squeezed. "Good… ok, that's good. …I've never, either, Ciri. Thank you." He leaned down slightly, and pressed his lips against her forehead.

Then he sighed, and his hands slowly dropped away from her body. She missed them, instantly. "Um, I guess we'd probably better… get going…"

She nodded, a little reluctantly. "Y-yeah, um...p-probably…" And he refound her hand.

"Hug me again sometime, Ciri." He looked directly into her eyes, and squeezed her palm. "….I'd like it."

"I…," she swallowed. "O-ok, yeah, I - I will," she whispered.

The corner of his lip twerked into a smile. "Thank you," he mouthed, near soundless.

He held on to her hand as she led him into the trees beyond the wall.

When they got to the hill, he took over navigating, and soon located the spot where his ship was hidden. The scree of the hill petered out as the ground leveled, being replaced first with low vegetation and then forest. The trees were sparser, here. As they approached, she made out a rough impression of something large crouched just within them.

When they got closer to the mass, she saw little glints of metal through foliage, and realized he had covered it in branches and fronds broken from the surrounding greenery.

"Hold on," he said, then raised his arms. As he did, she gasped to see the camouflaging vegetation lift into the air, exposing the clean lines of his ship. It was long and tapering, more bulbous at the back, with straight, flat wings jutting out to either side from its hindquarters. They were decorated with thin spurs of metal at their tips. A red stripe ran down the side of its nose.

He spread his arms to the side, and the hovering vegetation floated off to either side of the ship and settled to the ground.

"Wow…," she breathed.

"She's a beauty, isn't she?" Luke murmured appreciatively beside her.

She grinned, and tore her eyes from the ship to look at him. He was gazing at it, a small smile on his lips. "You're proud of your X-wing," she accused teasingly, and he blushed. "All these incredible things about you, and that you've done, and I feel like you'd rather no one knew… but this one makes you proud."

He bit his lip and clasped his hands behind his back, and looked at her with a grin and sparkly eyes. "Yes, Ciri, I'm proud."

She smiled and told him, "Well, she is beautiful."

He practically preened, making her giggle.

Then she jogged to the ship and held her hands up to it, running her palms along the smooth, cool metal of the nose. The surface was periodically marred by pocks and streaks of something like charcoal.

"R2?" she heard him call from behind her, and to her surprise there was an answering trill from the ship. She jerked her hands away and stepped back.

"No, we're not leaving. Why don't you come down here, there's someone I want you to meet."

It sure didn't sound like he was talking to her. A quick series of electronic beeps responded.

Then he raised his hand, and an object lifted up from the back of the ship. It was short and cylindrical, with a domed top. She swiftly returned to his side, as he lowered the object gently to the ground. She felt his other hand come to rest reassuringly on the small of her back.

"R2, this is Princess Ciri. She's a friend."

The domed cylinder twittered, presumably in greeting, and stepped closer, using the struts attached to either side of its metallic body as legs.

Her mouth fallen open, and feeling deeply odd, she said, "H-hi…"

"Ciri, this is my astromech droid, R2-D2. He takes care of the ship…"

A loud blat came from the droid, and Luke laughed. "…and he's my friend, too. R2, you didn't let me finish. …He's been my companion for many, many journeys."

"N-nice to meet you… R2?"

The droid's dome swiveled slightly, seemingly to regard her, and a cheerful beeping trill rose from the unit.

"R2 says he's pleased to meet you, too."

She hesitantly approached the droid, dropping to one knee before it. "May I?" she asked, with her hand raised. R2 beeped, and Luke translated, "He says you may." She gently lowered her hand to his dome.

R2 began twittering and lightly shifting back and forth on his struts. "He likes you," chuckled Luke.

"You just stay on the ship?" she asked R2, "Don't you get bored?"

R2 released a loud trill, followed by softer beeps and chirps. "He really likes you… and he says that's why he's been staying in low-power mode," Luke conveyed, then added, "…Actually he usually comes with me, but… most places we go, droids are nothing unusual to look at. Here… It just seemed more prudent for him to remain hidden."

"Ah… well hopefully you'll get back to a place like that soon, R2," she told the droid comfortingly. Then she realized what that would mean, and looked back to Luke with something like worry.

He grinned. "It's alright, Ciri… my business here isn't nearly concluded, and R2 doesn't really notice the passage of time when he's powered down. I'll be here for a long while yet, and R2 won't suffer in the meantime."

She blushed, and smiled back. "Good."

She spent a long time pouring over his ship, inspecting it, asking questions about everything. Some of them could only be answered by R2, and many of the answers she didn't fully understand, but she was beginning to build a basic comprehension of the ship's operation.

At last she summoned the courage to ask her most important question.

"Luke… d-do you think… c-could you… could we, maybe… could we fly in it? I-it wouldn't have to be far! But, maybe just a little?"

A happy little thrum emerged from his throat. "Ciri, I'd be delighted to take you anywhere… and we can go somewhere far. It's a fast ship… we can be gone and back in a day, easily, from a lot of places. Anywhere on the planet." He glanced down, hesitated just a little. "…And I'd take you further… you'd need a proper flight suit, but.. possibly we could reach another planet in this system, quick enough not to be noticed. R2 would know. …And if we had more time…I could take you further still."

She distantly heard R2's affirmative beep. She'd stilled. "…Luke, really? You'd take me to another world?"

He looked up, and gave her a pleased smile. "Really, Ciri… it would make me very happy."

Something happened to her knees, and suddenly she was sitting on the ground.

Her lips parted, as she hung back her head to gaze up past the ship and the trees, into the pearly sky. The stars were concealed by the light of the sun. She knew that some of them were planets, orbiting the same star as her planet. Part of the same system, he would say. She knew which ones they were and where to look for them in the night sky each season of the year. She had no idea what even one of them was like.

She belatedly realized that Luke had taken a seat beside her. Blinking, she withdrew her attention from the sky above.

"S-sorry, I just… guess I got a little overwhelmed. I've never… I've never been farther than a day's hike from the walls," she said quietly.

"Don't apologize…," he said softly, resting his chin in his palm with such a sweet, gentle smile that her breath caught to look at it. "…It is overwhelming. Many would shy away from that…where I just see you being interested, and excited. …Ciri, it would bring me great joy, to help you explore something more of the galaxy.”

She smiled, a little bashful. "Thank you Luke… I can't tell you what it means to me."

"Maybe not… but I do understand a little."

"Right," she said, "…Moisture farmer."

"Yeah."

She smiled, then bit her lip and sucked in a breath to ask hopefully, "–Could, we go somewhere now?"

He grinned, chuckled, "Sure. Somewhere you had in mind?"

"N-no, nowhere in particular. Anywhere!"

"Then I think maybe I know just the spot… Um, but Ciri..," he hesitated, then sidled in a little closer and said, "…there's something I have to tell you about my ship, before we go anywhere in it." He leaned in a bit closer still, and she listened carefully, watching him intently, wondering what it could be, as he watched her. "…It's a single pilot fighter," he murmured softly, "…one pilot, one seat. I am pretty confident we'll both fit, but…. if I take you flying in it, you’ll have to sit in my lap."

She flushed brightly red, and mouthed, "Oh…"

His head cocked slightly. "…It doesn't exactly bother me. Does it bother you?"

"N-no… it's… not a bother…"

He gave her a sweetly conspiratorial grin. "…Good."

R2 released a lengthy, vacillating tone with an oddly condescending edge to it, and Luke blushed. "-R2 is admonishing me for flirting with you."

"O-oh… um, i-it's ok…," she breathed, dazed by his choice of words.

"…then perfect," he said softly with a tiny smile, then turned his head to the droid and called, "You heard that, R2? I have permission. Means you get to keep your opinions to yourself."

R2 emitted a blat.

Then he stood, and offered her his hand. "Well, princess… shall we?" She smiled and took it, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed for the droid to observe them. He pulled her to her feet, and again they ended up bare inches apart. He offered her a shy smile. "Don't worry about R2," he said gently, "he's just trying to look out for you. …Which, by the way…" he raised his voice and looked at R2 to finish, "...is so unnecessary!"

R2 twittered derisively.

Luke snorted, and switched which hand he was using to hold hers. "Back into the ship, R2." He raised his free hand, and the little droid lifted into the air and settled back into his socket on the ship.

Luke squeezed her hand and turned back to her. "Ciri…," he began gently, then smiled and seemed to become a little lost, as he gazed down at her. He recovered quickly. "…Come on," he said with a smile, and led her to one of the wings of the ship. It jutted out a bit above the level of her head.

"In a proper hangar, they'd bring us a ladder… in the field we just kind of scramble up the S-foils. Here, let me help you."

He positioned her with her back to the wing, and placed his hands around her waist. Her own hands ended up on his forearms, almost of their own accord. They spent a moment paused there, gazing at each other and breathing, before he tightened his grip and lifted her high above him, settling her easily onto the wing. She gaped down at him, in disbelief. "How are you this strong?"

He grinned, reaching up and gripping the wing next to her. "I'm not," he said, and in one smooth motion pulled himself up to sit beside her.

"Oh…," she said, realizing he must have been using the Force to augment his strength.

"It's possible I might be attempting to impress you," he admitted with a small smile, making her laugh. It felt alien, for someone to try to impress her.

"I-I can't believe you'd ever need to impress anyone. -I mean, t-that you'd actually have to try."

R2 warbled, and sounded not at all impressed. "Please, ignore him…," Luke beseeched, climbing to his feet before helping her up too. "You flatter me, princess. ..Consider me a sucker for it."

Then he raised the canopy and stepped inside, and began fiddling with some of the many controls that she saw lining the bay. The seat slid backwards a space, and he straightened, fitting a small device onto his head. "Comlink," he explained, "it'll let me talk to R2 while we're off the ground." Then he held out his hand to her.

It was a little awkward getting in… she took his hand and stepped into the cockpit, nearly stepping on him in the process. His hand immediately found her waist to steady her. Then they had to sidle around each other in the narrow space so she could be in front. Nervous laughter rose from them as they bumped into each other, and the surrounding bays of controls, and then she was in position and standing alone for a moment in the cockpit as he sat, before following suit.

As soon as they got settled, with her back against his chest and his legs rising up on either side of her, the awkwardness abruptly changed its flavor.

At once the only sensations she had any particular awareness of, were those emanating from his body's contact with hers. The canopy sank closed on top of them, and she barely even noticed.

She could feel his breath, gently lifting her as it lifted his chest, and stirring her hair. She could feel his warmth, as it bloomed into her from seemingly almost every direction. She could feel the pressure of him, against her back, on her hips and thighs. Her breath caught, and she tried to release it in a quiet sigh. She felt his chest begin to shudder, and realized he was laughing.

"-What is it? A-are you u-uncomfortable? …Is this… not going to w-work…?" she asked with bashful concern. There were a lot of buttons and switches in front of her that she wasn't sure he'd be able to reach… and a stick rising up diagonally between her legs to end in an ergonomically designed handle a short distance from her stomach.

She felt his answering hum pass into her almost uninterrupted, both felt and heard him as he murmured, "Mmmm, no, Ciri, I'm not uncomfortable at all… are you?"

"N-no." The space was snug, but it was impossible to be uncomfortable with him so close.

He exhaled, "good… Don't worry, this is definitely going to work. …I was laughing because…" his voice dropped and wavered a little, "you're ah, really distracting… more so than I anticipated… and, I think it's about to be a bit harder to fly than what I'm used to…"

She flushed intensely, and whispered back, "W-well I - I am blocking a lot of the controls, aren't I?"

"You mean these controls?" And she watched as several switches in front of her flipped of their own accord. "You're not blocking anything, Ciri… you're just warm and close." Tingles fled across her body, to hear him say so. "It's a good thing..," he continued, reaching out to flip another switch above her head, "..that I'm a fantastic fucking pilot."

She smiled to hear his description. "So I heard."

"Mmhmm… you heard correctly…," he interrupted his bragging with a chuckle. "-Although actually, R2 can fly this thing pretty handily himself."

"I like you so much, Luke," she whispered, because suddenly she had to.

His nose gently nudged into her hair. "Me too, Ciri. Really much."

"-And I don't at all like you just because you can take me places and make things float, that's just a bonus, you know that, right?"

His chest thrummed. "Yes, I know that… but thank you for saying so… Hey, Ciri.

- you know that I don't just like you because you're a princess and you're very pretty and I'm negotiating with your father, right?"

She laughed. "Yes, Luke, I know."

"Perfect… Now, buckle in, princess." Using the Force, he raised a harness before her, settled it over her, and fastened it behind her so that it covered them both. She couldn't raise her weight off of him now if she tried.

He toggled a few more controls, and she heard an electronic whine, and then felt a rapidly oscillating hum roar to life around them, and knew it had to be the engines powering up. She gulped, her heart suddenly beginning to pound.

And his arm wrapped her stomach, over the harness. "Shh…," he whispered to her, "…it's alright, Ciri. I wouldn't agree to take you if I wasn't confident it would be safe."

She relaxed into him, nodding, placing her hand over his. "I know, Luke. Thank you."

She felt his exhalation rippling through her hair. They spent a moment breathing together, soaking in each other's warmth with the engines thrumming all around them. Her heart began to steady as she briefly closed her eyes. Then he whispered, "Well I am going to need that hand back, unfortunately… You can hold onto my legs, if you'd like. Feel free to squeeze me hard. Let's see… I think I'm gonna need to…" he threaded his arms under hers, so he could reach past her and grip the throttle. "There. Perfect." She settled her hands onto his knees and nodded.

"Ready?" he asked.

"R-ready," she confirmed.

"R2?" he said through the comlink, "We're ready." She heard R2's answering warble crackle over the link.

"Great. Here we go…" Then he huffed quietly. "Oh, and Ciri? Don't touch anything that isn't me."

She didn't mention that she wouldn't dream of it, because the vibrations from the engines had intensified, and she could feel them rising into the air. The trees around the little clearing seemed to fall away, and as soon as they had cleared their tops, Luke was moving the throttle, rotating them to face away from the hill and out to the broader landscape. She saw the forest canopy sweeping gently away to the horizon.

Then the engines punched, and she gasped at being pushed hard into his chest, and they were speeding out over that landscape, inconceivably fast, hugging to the treetops as greenery passed underneath in a blur.

Her heart skittered, and her fingers on his knees clenched, as within about a minute they were farther from the walls than she'd ever been.

"I wanna stay low," she distantly heard Luke explaining, "so no one will see us. Just gotta get out of sight of the castle… and well, probably of everybody. Luckily for us, the scanners show this area is pretty uninhabited for miles around."

Within just a few minutes, she made out a linear break in the trees, and realized it must be the river. She'd never seen it - it was miles from the castle, many too many to be covered on foot in a day - but she knew it was there and that all the streams in and around the castle drained into it.

"Hold on, princess. This is going to be a bit rough," Luke warned her, and she gripped his knees tighter in anticipation.

He slowed the ship as they approached the break. Then they were out over the water, and the river was huge and brown all laced over with white, and their weight slammed forward into the harness as he rapidly decelerated the ship. He twisted the stick and the ship's nose rose swiftly to point straight into the sky, and then the engines punched again and she was knocked back into his chest as they shot directly up over the river into the clouds.

He didn't stop climbing once they'd pierced the cloud cover. Instead, the craft gradually began decelerating as the sky thinned, and then gently went dark, because they were leaving it behind.

He turned them upside down over the planet, and set them to slowly spinning, so that as she watched spellbound through the starship's canopy she saw the distant green-brown patchwork of the land continually falling away, then the brilliant glowing edge of the atmosphere rolling against the dark, and then just the dark, the stars spangled glittering across it… and then the atmosphere and the ground would rise again, in an ever-repeating cycle. Though she could see the spin, she could not feel it. They were weightless. She laughed.

She felt certain that just 10, or perhaps 15 minutes before, she had been standing on solid ground outside her father's castle. Now she wasn't even on the planet.

"R2, keep us in orbit," Luke instructed, and the droid's affirmative bleep sounded over the com. He relaxed his grip on the throttle.

"Luke… Luke thank you!" she said as her giddy merriment was slowly replaced by wonder, "I… I can't thank you enough, for this… you've - oh, gods-" she suddenly had to stop talking and hold her breath, lest she begin to cry.

"Shh, Ciri…," he murmured to her tresses, lifting his fingers to stroke along the underside of her forearm, "It's my pleasure, and you already have."

"-I haven't," she gulped.

"I promise you that you have, Ciri… believe me…" his voice dropped to a soothing whisper nudging into her hair, "it's ok, Ciri… shhh, it's ok…"

She nodded and relaxed into him, placing one hand on his and squeezing, feeling him squeeze back in answer. "ok…" And she focused on her breathing and his presence, until the feeling passed.

Eased, her mind returned to the vision laid out before her. She felt suspended in space, absorbing his warmth on one side and the vast cold spectacle on the other. It was a lot to take in.

"Why are you always so comforting?" she asked mildly, after a space. She didn't think it had been so obvious, how close she’d been to tears.

"Um, welll…" He sounded embarrassed, and she felt him reach back and disconnect his com with R2. "I can sense your discountenance. In the Force. –I’m not trying to read you, Ciri, it’s just… certain things, strong emotions… can kind of force themselves on my awareness. …And for some reason, it's been happening more than I'm used to, with you. I-I'd guess it's something to do with.. how I feel about you, that's making your presence in the Force more… salient, to me. But, I don't really know..why…"

"Oh… OH." Abruptly her curiosity was replaced by mortification, her cheeks flaring red. "S-so y-you can… w-when I'm all, um, I mean… ..a-a–round you.. y-you've been…"

His voice came gently to her ears. "…I can tell what effect I have on you… to some extent. To be more exact, I can feel how nervous and heart-poundy I make you, but it's hard to know why that is exactly without… reaching for more information. Which I wouldn’t do, with respect. But, it's not so hard to put together… by more… conventional means. …That's part of why I've been trying to make how I feel obvious, too. So we can be on more even ground, with each other. ..Because you make me heart-poundy, too, and I like you, too. …um, I-is it… ok?”

“..Um,” she laughed in embarrassment. “Um, y-yeah, s-sure, just…"

She stopped to collect her thoughts, and he waited with outward patience.

"–It t-takes a little getting used to…the idea, but… I-I guess it’s just.. part of getting closer to… y-you…” Her voice nearly failed her on the final word. Could what he'd said about his heart, really be true?

His fingers laced through hers and squeezed. “Ciri, you’re unflappable.” His voice became a breath slipping into her hair, “Thank you, princess…,” and he pressed a kiss to the back of her head. "I was worried… that you wouldn't like it… because people never do… but I can't turn it off, so, I just.. chose not to mention it? I… think I owe you an apology, for that. I'm sorry, Ciri. I should have been more forthcoming. …You would be well within your rights, to find it disturbing, or me.. dishonest." His voice fell on that last word, disappointedly.

"N-no, um, it's fine, Luke," she said, blushing, "I understand. …I-It'd be such a weird thing to have to bring up, I sure wouldn't know how… and.. And if I'm fine with it happening at all, I'm fine with not knowing about it immediately. I mean, I… I trust you. I don't think you're dishonest." She smiled to herself, realizing as she said it the reality of how much she did trust him, even after knowing him for just a few weeks. His presence at her back felt comforting and safe. Things he might sense about her, didn't change that. His fingers slid down hers to the major knuckles, and he squeezed, swallowing.

Suddenly, she wanted to be facing him, to be holding him like she had been earlier. She had to content herself with clinging to his hand, and his knee, biting her lip as she did.

"Thank you, Ciri," he whispered, his head ducked against hers and his voice a little thick, "Your acceptance feels amazing… in a way I can't fully describe."

"Well you're easy to accept, Luke," she whispered back. He sighed peacefully.

Gradually, the tension drained out of their mutual grip, and she refocused on the stars.

"…Luke?"

"Ciri?"

"There's so many…I-I… I don't recognize them, like this.."

"Some of them are obscured, by the atmosphere… groundside," he explained.

"I…" she confessed, "I was going to try to impress you by showing you the planets. In my head." She laughed, "They're indistinguishable, now…"

"mm.. Ciri, I'm already very impressed," he softly told her hair, "So there's really no need…"

"-There's one!" she exclaimed, and pointed. "…I-I noticed a constellation.. The brightest stars are the ones you can see from below. There's the Wintry Hart; but I've never seen it at this time of year. The left antler points towards Noxur."

Now he was laughing, the vibrations passing through her back and into her torso. "Nevermind. You're more impressive than ever…"

She blushed, internally preening, and feeling so very pleased.

"…How long can we stay?"

"As long as you like… back down there, sunset is in, say… 5 hours. When will they miss you?"

“N-not till morning, I would guess. But the woods become almost impossible to navigate after dark.”

“Darkness doesn’t bother me… I have other ways to see. -But you'll be tired...”

"We'll see," she replied, doubting it. Then something caught her eye, down below. "I think… Luke, I think I know that shape…!" She pointed out the canopy, to an inland sea shaped like an aster, far below.

"It's the Sea of Cytheae! P-eople think that a great spirit fell from heaven, there, and that’s why it’s shaped like that. ..They always want to make up reasons, for everything. They even make pilgrimages, there. …I-it's amazing… seeing things all the way up here, that I've only seen before on maps…"

"I wondered if you'd recognize anything, down there," he softly told her hair. "You know your geography."

"I know a lot of things… a-about a few things."

"You are my scholar," he murmured appreciatively, and she flushed proudly. "What else can you see, Ciri?"

He stopped their spin, to make the planet's surface easier to study. She realized that the maps she had studied were distorted, not quite accurate. The mapmakers had been unable to properly account for the world's curvature. Nonetheless, she pointed out the landmasses and large bodies of water they passed over, and worked out the names of most of the big mountain ranges that were visible, and rivers.

Then she had him turn the ship so the canopy pointed out to the emptiness yawning spaceside, and she searched the stars for the other planets, slowly pointing them out to him too, one by one.

Eventually, with slight reluctance, she had him bring her home. They reentered the atmosphere above a large cloud bank, then punched back through it right over the river, to come back up the slump they'd left by.

She said goodbye to R2, and watched as Luke re-covered the ship in its foliage. It felt oddly strange, to stand upon the ground. A sense of motion was missing that she’d hardly been aware of, above. Her stomach growled. The light was fading, the western sky growing brilliant with orange fire.

When the light failed and they were inevitably still in the woods, he knelt down in front of her and had her put her arms around his shoulders, then hooked his hands under her knees and lifted her on his back. He carried her, asking sometimes for her direction, and stepping over roots and around trunks in their path with uncanny ease. When she worried about being too heavy to carry over such a distance, he just laughed, saying it was just like training with his old master, and reminded her that size didn't mean much, in the Force.

As they cleared the woods he released her. They wandered to the stream, pausing there in the grass to share the food she'd brought in her pack, then held hands and quietly basked in the night, before crossing the bridge back to the rest of the grounds.

Finally, he brought her yawning back to her door.

As they halted and he turned to face her, he brought up her hand and cupped it in his. “Ciri…,” he whispered softly, stroking his thumb along her knuckles. She looked into his pretty blue eyes, and swallowed as he sweetly kissed the back of her hand.

“Luke…,” she started quietly, “T-thank you for this… for today. …I-I can't even…,” she huffed a laugh at the futility of explanation. “-I feel like you showed me things that I can barely imagine, even after knowing them. Thank you.”

He smiled shyly, blushing in pleasure. She blushed too, to watch him do it, then suddenly she couldn't bear the idea of sending him away without a parting hug, after the day he'd shared with her. With a slight frown and an indrawn breath she dropped her hand from his and caught him up in her arms.

This time he hesitated in surprise rather less before wrapping his arms warmly around her, and returning her embrace. She squeezed him tight as she could, and felt his face nudge into her hair.. felt him swallow. Gradually, his fingers began to stroke her in slow, sweet little circles, wherever they touched her. Nose in her hair, he peacefully breathed in.

She could hardly believe she was being held this way, so comfortably and sweetly, with such care and seeming need, so she hid her face in his chest, carefully adjusted her grip, rubbed her arms along his lithe body, and held him back.

They stood there wrapped in comfort, as the minutes ticked by.

Eventually she recalled how she needed to tell him goodnight and go inside to her bed, and stirred reluctantly in his arms. He swallowed audibly as he felt her slowly pulling away… but she didn't go far, and he didn't take his hands off of her.

Instead he gently ducked his forehead against hers, and sighed. A slight husk marked his voice, as he spoke. “…Ciri… there's something that.. I'm not used to… in the way that you hold me… and Force, I'm finding it enthralling…”

She gave a tiny embarrassed laugh, and blushed, her eyes turned down. She had left her hands upon him this time, too. They rested on his waist, mirroring his on her. “I-I-I think I might, f-feel it too…,” she ventured quietly.

He delicately squeezed her body in his hands, and rubbed his forehead against hers just a little, causing her to gasp lightly and rub into him back. Then he breathed, “Mhmm.. I can sense your contentment. …That sort of emotion, usually isn't so loud… But mine is loud, too. You just can't hear it…”

She involuntarily gasped as she felt a flush travel along her entire body, from her cheeks to her calves, to have him know just how inordinately special it was to her to be so close to him. She pulled back her head, and looked up at him with her mouth hanging uselessly open, and no clue what to say.

Taking in her reaction, he sucked in a breath and winced.. flushed appealingly. "Um. I'm sorry, Ciri.. I'm embarrassed. I should have asked you if it's alright for me to, um. Talk about what emotions I'm picking up from you.

…Maybe you'd be more comfortable, if I didn't…?" he offered, with an abashed, contrite look.

"N-no," she said quickly, accidentally pulling on him by his waist. "Um…," she continued quieter, "Y-you didn't make me, u-uncomfortable. I.. didn't know what to say b-back, but.. I'm fine. I was just a little surprised. I… um, I think I kinda like it, that you can hear me.. f-feeling. So, I think that… in the future, I'd w-want you to, talk about it, if you want to."

He stared. The air hung between them. Then, "You like it?" he said breathlessly into it, "….it's, it's that ok?"

It was. It was surpassing strange, and yet.. Every single time, she'd been embarrassed, or felt exposed before him, he had made it be alright. …And it felt nice, after all, to have him see her, and it be alright. "Y-yes, Luke, I like it. It's OK. Entirely Ok," she softly admitted. His proximity was alternatingly causing her to feel easement and an exciting agitation.

She could barely hear him sigh out a faint, "oh…"

Then he met her eyes, something strangely hopeful and vulnerable marking his face. "..You really don't think this is weird, Ciri?" he asked hesitantly, "…I'm not… I'm really not too much?"

"You're perfect," she answered without thinking, and saw his reflexive blush. Then, "U-um-," she stuttered, "um, I mean, no, y.. you're not too much. …and I don't care, if it's weird. -I guess that it is. Obviously. B-but, I like it. You're strange, and, I like you. ..Maybe I should be uncomfortable, that you can tell what I'm feeling, but… I'm not."

His lips held a secret little smile. "You're not…," he echoed softly, "You like it…"

"I'm not. I… well, I f-feel like it's safe, with you," she said quietly.

For some reason, his blush was intensifying, spreading across his whole face, and spilling up his ears. "You feel safe with me?" he asked gently.

"Y-yeah.. completely."

His smile suddenly broadened so happily that it stole her breath away, and his hands tightened on her waist, and he sussurated out, "Kriff…I'm glad… …Ciri…. I hope you'll always feel that way, princess…"

Now he'd ducked his head down toward his boots and closed his eyes, and was smiling that same little smile from so many days before in the forest, and it seemed so private, like it would flee on observation… but somehow this time she didn't feel it was the only proper thing to look away. Maybe because of how close they were standing, their hands rested on each other… as though his fingertips on her back marked out an inner circle, and she stood within it, privileged to share secrets. She drank his expression in freely.

"I never thought," he mused softly, "I never thought… this could be something someone might like. Or, ah," and he broke off to wryly chuckle, "-associate with safety, in any capacity." He leaned forward, till his forehead rested against hers, and whispered, "..Thank you, Ciri."

She blushed, and instinctively tightened her grip on his clothing. "I-it's nothing to thank me for, Luke, I'm not doing it on purpose. I-it just is…"

His eyes slipped open. "I know.. it's just because of who you are. I'm still thankful for it."

"…Um, well… i-in that case, you're welcome. I… well, you are an unusually safe person, you know. You should get to feel like it. …I-I mean, the other day I think I even heard you according rights to deer. …Few would bother.."

He smiled gently, and snuffed, "All living things should be treated as such."

Then his brows drew, slightly. "…And well… I kinda have to be unusually safe, because of what I can do. …Ciri, I can kill with a thought. With just a bit of focus. That doesn't bother you?"

She blinked. "Why? My father's men-at-arms can kill with a sword, should that bother me?"

"I guess, to most people, the means make a difference."

"Not to me. Plenty of people in this palace can kill and no one ever does it. That's part of civilization. And so are you…"

He laughed, suddenly. As though it had burst out of him. "Oh. You're remarkable. I'm… "

Then he swiftly wrapped his arms back around her, giving her a quick close squeeze with his eyes closed and his cheek tucked against her crown. She smiled, clutched him back, and reveled in it.

As he released her she yawned, and looked away and raised her hand from his waist to cover her mouth.

"I've kept you up too late," he observed, "I'm sorry…"

She gave a dismissive laugh. "No you didn't. I was having fun." Her voice softened, and she hesitated a little before she asked, "…w-will I see you tomorrow?"

"You'll see me tomorrow," he confirmed warmly. "And tomorrow, and tomorrow… I've got some things to do that unfortunately I can't get out of…and I'll come find you when I'm done. …I'll find you, wherever I feel your presence. …Go to bed, Ciri. Sleep in. I want you feeling well-rested.”

She laughed. “You’re mother-hening me…” He blushed, laughed a little too, and she finished, “…it’s sweet.”

He smiled gently. “I'm glad you think so.. I like you so much, princess. You leave me undone…”

He squeezed her body as he left a soft, careful kiss beside her brow, then slowly withdrew, and stepped away, from her grasp - and she quickly reached out and caught his hand.

"L-Luke, thank you again, for today. No one's ever done anything for me that's remotely comparable."

It earned her another sweet smile. “It was only my pleasure, pretty Ciri." He gently squeezed her hand. "…Good night, princess… and thank you very much for the hug.”

"Y-you're welcome," she stuttered with a blushing smile, reluctantly releasing him at last, "G-good night, Luke."

She stepped into her room and closed her door, then put her hands over her face as she leaned back against it and sank down to the floor, hearing his footsteps retreat. Having had him so close all day had left her feeling kind of smashed up, a bit knocked loose, inside. Losing his hands upon her, and leaving him, had been so hard to do. It was overwhelming.

…She thought that she wanted to be overwhelmed by him, in every possible way.

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zepskies · 9 months ago

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Hey there! Thanks for your request to review these first couple of chapters. I see people have been diving back into "Endverse" SPN, and I find it really interesting.

(Btw, if you want to read another awesome Endverse story, @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior has an amazing one in progress right now. It's called The Dangers of Hope.)

But without further ado, I'm going to dive into this!

What I liked about this:

We know where we are, pretty much immediately.

If I didn't have the summary, I would still know we're in Endverse world. I like that we start with Dean to establish where we are in all this, basically a year after Sam's said yes to Lucifer.

Ivonne is a badass.

She's clearly a good hunter, and she takes no shits from anyone, especially Dean. And there's a bit of mystery around her in that she's immune to the Croatoan virus somehow, which piqued my attention.

She's also got some good quips, including this one:

“Chivalry is dead, I see.” “I can do it myself, we have no need for the manhandling type of chivalry.”

Lol that appeals to my love of sarcasm/dry wit. 😂

I also like how this ends. Clearly she and Dean are already at odds, despite their little truce. It makes me interested to see where the story goes from here and how you might dive into the camp setting.

Constructive feedback (as requested):

So the way she talks, it makes me think she's from the south. What region/state is she from? It would've been cool to see a hint dropped on where she's from, shade in a little more of who she is throughout this first chapter.

I get that she's an OC you've been writing for a long time, but for me who's seeing and reading about her for the first time, the first chapter is the right time to hook me with certain details about her:

What does she want? She wants to survive, of course. Is that all she wants from her life right now? Is she coasting through her life and just grinding through one town after the next? If yes, I want to feel that.

And how she's planning on getting it? You don't have to reveal this all at once, but a few key details will go a long way.

“Dean Winchester, now let my soldier go, damnit!” I put the gun down, releasing his teammate as I decided that these guys could be ok. Then his teammate spotted the claw cut on my arm, and all hell broke loose.

This is a good time to dive a little deeper into her thoughts and how she sees the world, specifically how she's analyzing this situation. What about these rough and tumble guys makes her think that they could be ok to trust, at least a little bit?

Some more of those details will help me as a reader understand her better as a character, and want to follow her journey. And it'll likely make the following sentence where the teammate spots the cut on her arm more impactful.

And along with that, as tough as this chick is, it would be good through her internal thoughts to see how she might be vulnerable, help me connect with her.

What is she holding back from the world through her hard exterior that you can show us as readers?

Is she apprehensive of Dean and his crew taking her in, even though she might reassure herself she's got it under control?

Is she tired of the constant fight and struggle to survive? Is she looking for a place to rest? (Hinting to us that maybe Dean can help give her that support, once they break through each other's hard shells?)

Now, these notes are just my opinion as a writer/editor. Everyone is different in their writing style and at different stages of their writers' journeys, but I hope this was helpful in some way. ❤️

Overall, this really intrigued me and I'm looking forward to reading chapter 2!

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Summary: Ivonne Rainer hadn’t met Dean Winchester in 2006 after he was hit by a car. No, this time, this universe, they met in 2010, when the whole Apocalypse deal started and Dean was made leader of one of the only remaining survival camps in America. Little did he know, one random raid would change everything.

A/N - I’m writing this in tandem with the main series, so by the time we get to this point, you’ve got a gist of what’s going on :)

MASTERLIST

SURVIVAL

Dean had been having what was a more than rough day. He’d lost four soldiers in the past week to the Crotes, and he had no Sammy to turn to. No Bobby either, and it killed him. His hand struck the table, a curse leaving his mouth as he did so, bent over and wondering where to hit next.

It had barely been a year since Sam had agreed to Lucifer, saying the big ‘yes’ when he realised that his brother was no longer gonna be there for him. Since then, things were spiralling. Lucifer won. The only immune people were dead and they all turned out as psychos, if you don’t count that Andy kid who didn’t deserve to go out the way he did.

None of them did.

“Damn it.” His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, trying to make heads or tails until he spotted a place they hadn’t covered yet that could be promising. He picked up a marker, circling it haphazardly as he ran a hand through his hair. “Hey, D’Marco!” He yelled out, and one of his men poked his head through.

“Yeah, boss?”

“Rally the squad. We’re hitting Jersey City.”

I jumped over the hood of a car, taking out my machete and swinging as it caught a Croat by the neck, its head thudding to the floor. My eyes glowed red, a metal pole flying up and jabbing straight through the skull of another while I elbowed a third in the neck, going in and shooting point blank.

“God, I hate it here.” I growled, then I got clawed in the arm by one, familiar pain stinging my arm as I shot the assailant in the eye. I’d been fighting my way through this for close to a year, and I’d simply needed to raid the convenience for supplies and I got myself in this blasted mess. “This sucks ass.” I quickly disarmed an approaching Croat with a glow of my eyes and flick of my hand, taking its head and snapping its neck, an animalistic whine, almost like an injured dog, leaving it’s mouth before it flopped like a ragdoll onto the floor, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s a goddamn wasteland out here!” I heard someone yell, followed by rapid gunfire and yells of something that could be pain or stress. I got down before realising it wasn’t aimed at me, so I got back out, immediately pounced on by a Croat that I quickly put down by shooting it. I got up, replacing the clip. I needed to get back to my base and fast, otherwise whoever these guys were could be raiders.

Raiders were asses. They took what they wanted and didn’t care whose lives got lost. It sickened me. I growled under my breath, moving behind a building as I spotted the license plate of a Jeep.

“These are dead Croats, boss. Every last one of them.” A voice called out, followed by footsteps that were made more monstrous by the sound of crunching gravel. “Somebody was out here, killing ‘em.”

“Someone that good? C’mon Joey, be realistic. It has to be another team.” The group chuckled at the joke made by another member of their team, and I frowned in annoyance. I’m sorry, do they see anyone else out here? Actually, they could only see me out here, so it was a given. I peered around the corner, and saw that all of them had their backs to me. I crept up, careful not to crunch on the gravel until I reached the guy at the back, instantly hooking my arm around his neck and yanking him towards me, pressing the muzzle of my gun to his temple.

“Don’t move.” I warned, getting their attention. They spun around with weapons up, but the moment that they saw me with a gun to one of their own, they faltered slightly. “Tell me, who are you? Raiders? Those ragtag asses who think that this is a good thing? Speak up, one of you, now!”

“We’re survivors.” One of them spoke up, his voice gravelly. He looked rougher than the rest of them, his dirty blonde hair up on end in the face of danger and his green eyes stern. “Now let my man go, or I swear to God-”

“You’ll what, tough guy?” I scoffed. “You’ll what?”

“You’ll be dead before you hit the ground.”

“Try me.” I growled, pressing the muzzle tighter to my captive’s head. “I dare you.”

“Pretty thing’s got lip on her.” One man scoffed, but one glare from me shut him up.

“Pretty little thing’s got a gun and one of your men, so better keep your mouth shut.”

“Who even are you?” The gravel-voice dude spoke up, a frown creasing his forehead. I looked him in the eye, my gaze steely.

“None of your damn business.” I replied aggressively, my finger tightening on the trigger.“Who’s askin’?”

“SHE’S INFECTED!” He yelled, and as all of them raised their guns to shoot me, I held out my hands in surrender, panic striking me for a moment.

“WOAH, HOLD ON, I’M IMMUNE!” I shouted, panting heavily. “I’M IMMUNE, OK?! I’m… clean.”

“You’d need to be some psychic freak in order to be immune.” Dean Winchester frowned, stepping forward and raising his gun, pointing it at me. “What kind are you? Actually, I shouldn’t even be asking that, cause all the psychic jackasses turned out to be whacked out of their gourds. What says you ain’t?”

“This entire graveyard is my doin’.” I reasoned, gesturing to the Croat’s bodies. “All me. I don’t know how I got my powers and why, but I’ll tell you one thing for damn sure and it’s that it’s kept me alive out here.” I paused to chuckle nervously. “Look, restrain me if you have the stuff to, but there’s no way in hell I’m stayin’ out here.” They took a moment to think, then Winchester pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his utility belt. My eyebrows twitched, a small smirk on my face as he did so. “Damn, you have them on you, you kinky son of a-”

“Put them on.” He ordered while handing them over, his gun pointing to the cuffs then back to my face. I scoffed, laughing a bit as I clasped it over one wrist.

“Chivalry is dead, I see.” I snapped it over the other wrist, then held my bound wrists up for the other men. “Mysterious girl, bound so she can’t hurt you guys. What a relief. Now, uh, are we gonna book it or what?” I was promptly taken by the arm by Winchester, but I snatched my arm out of his grip with a grimace. “I can do it myself, we have no need for the manhandling type of chivalry.” I stepped up onto the Jeep, flopping down onto a seat as the rest of them got in. Winchester sat down in front of me, gun trained on me by chance I made a move. “Chill, Manchurian Candidate, I’m not gonna bust the spirit of Chuck Norris out and start kicking your ass on a moving car while handcuffed, I’m not stupid.”

He just stared at me.

“Alright, we’re gonna keep doin’ this until you give me a name, you hear me?” Winchester growled, and I shrugged, leaning back against my chair.

“And I think we’ll be here a while. Screw. You.” I retorted, obviously aggravating him as he ran a hand through his hair, glaring back at me.

“I told you my name, why won’t you tell me yours?!”

“I can’t trust you!”

“I saved your ass!”

“Oh, hell no, I saved my ass.” I scoffed. “Like I have been since this thing started. You’d have blown my head off otherwise.” He opened his mouth to contradict, but I shot him a look. “Don’t lie to me, I know what people look like when they’re on the verge of killin’ someone. How do I know? I see that goddamn face every day, sometimes in the mirror. M’not that easy to fool, Winchester.” I chuckled cynically, shaking my head. “Idjit.”

The look on his face changed, and he picked up his gun and held it to my forehead. “Where did you get that?!”

“The hell is wrong with you-”

He grabbed my face with one hand, forcing it up roughly. “WHERE DID YOU HEAR THAT?!”

“My uncle used to say it, goddamn it!” I snapped. “I don’t know where he is, but we were separated in Sioux Falls.”

“Bobby.” Winchester whispered, and quickly let go of my chin, swallowing and looking away. “You’re Ivonne Rainer.”

“Not even gonna apologise?” I scoffed. “Well, I figured you wouldn’t.”

“He talked about you. Bobby.” He scanned me for a moment with something close to bitterness. “My dad did too. John Winchester. Came home one day when I was fifteen talking about the daughter of his hunting partner Michael Rainer, who’d showed up on a vamp hunt to help exterminate a nest in Louisiana. Bobby said you were one of the best hunters he’d known. That you?”

“Sounds like me.” I nodded. “John Winchester, yeah, I remember him. Real pompous ass.”

“Watch what comes out of that mouth of yours.”

“No, I don’t think I will.”

“At this point, you’re askin’ to be slapped.”

“But you won’t.” I smirked, obviously provoking him further. He got up close in my face, teeth gritted.

“I will not hesitate to put a bullet through your brain, you hear me? You’re just one more arrogant dumbass, you don’t mean anything to me. Besides, how’re you planning to fight back? You ain’t in no state to fight, not cuffed, so cut the attitude.”

“Might want to rethink that last statement.” I held up my hands, showing that I was free as the cuffs dropped from my wrists. He stared at the fallen handcuffs, shocked as I sharply pushed him back, standing up and rubbing the chafed skin where the cuffs once were. “What, think I can’t handle myself?” I tilted my head, smirking a bit. Then my gaze went to his gun, and my eyes glowed blue, the clip falling out as I flicked my hand down and zooming into my hand. Winchester stared at me again, his eyes flicking back to his gun occasionally as he tried to process what I’d just done. “Look, man, I ain’t no psycho. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have, no questions asked.”

“You spared me?” He scoffed, looking disbelieving.

“Bet your ass I did.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“Then don’t.” I shrugged, looking him in the eye. “Cause I don’t give a damn whether you do or not. I care about survivin’. Actually livin’. And me being honest, I’m one of the last people left on earth who can actually protect all of you.”

“I just need you to stay out of my goddamn way.” He growled, fists clenched.

“Then… fine.” I raised my hands in mock surrender as I started retreating to the flap. “Like I said, don’t give a damn.” I dropped the clip of his gun, leaving.

Dean stared the spot where I just was, his teeth gritted before he slammed the table, yelling out.

“DAMN IT!”

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minteacutie · 2 years ago

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It’s here finally the next part of my steddie fic, and I’m not gonna lie I got a little gross in this chapter so it might be a little messier than the other chapters lol. But I am certain there are people on here that will enjoy though so you have been warned.

Here is Part 1 and Part 2 btw for anyone that didn’t know they existed lol. There’s probably going to end up being a 4th part at this rate.

Watching Steve stumble into the backroom, tissue box carefully tucked under his arm, one thing became clear to Eddie. Steve was gonna need more than a thirty minute nap on the beat up couch in the break room. It was taking everything in him not to just whisk him out of there like a knight in shining armor.

There was no way he was going to survive a double shift by himself.

He glanced at the clock when thirty minutes passed, letting his eyes flick to the break room door, his gaze lingering for a moment.Realistically Eddie knew he should get Steve. If his manager caught him behind the counter the younger boy could get into some serious trouble. But he thought back the way Steve pressed his palm into his socket, expression pinched in poorly concealed pain. Eddie could feel his heart constrict at the memory. He could hold down the fort a little longer for Steve, the store wasn’t even that busy. Most of the people that walked in, almost immediately walked back out when they saw him behind the counter, the ones that didn’t…had less than pleasant things to say to him. Steve was right, he was bad for business but honestly Eddie couldn’t care less. For a kid that probably grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, Steve was surprisingly a hard worker. He saw the way Steve ran around for other people, the way he always grumbled about it, but he never said no. No one ran around like that for Steve, and to Eddie Munson that felt like a crime. Eddie heard Steve before he saw the younger boy, “hH’EESSHHUuu!” He had a soggy wad of tissues pressed against his flushed pink nose. “I said thirty bidutes Mudsod,” Steve croaked straining his voice, pointing a finger at Eddie, “I thought we were clear od that.” The medicine didn’t put a dent in the heavy congestion that rounded out Steve's voice, but at least his eyes were a bit clearer free from the foggy haze. He didn’t look happy though. “In my defense,” Eddie started flashing his pearly whites while holding his hands up in defense,“things got busy, I wasn’t keeping track of the time.” The way Steve's eyes narrowed told him he wasn’t buying it, and the completely empty store behind him wasn’t doing much to back him up. He didn’t have the energy to call Eddie out on it though.

“Give be by vest back,” Steve grumbled, holding his hand out for it, “you’re goigg to get be id trouble.”“I don’t know, Stevie,” Eddie said, tugging the vest a bit tighter on his shoulders, “I think I look better in it than you do.” Steve rolled his eyes before making to grab the vest, and normally he might have taken it from Eddie easily, but whatever virus he’d pick up made his movements slow and sluggish. He dodged Steve’s hand with ease. “Cobe od jackass,” Steve huffed out a weary sigh, “I’m not playing games, give me my vest back.” “You’ve got like what ten minutes left in your shift now,” Eddie scoffed, “I say you close up early, and let me be your chauffeur home, princess.” Steve turned a brilliant shade of red, his next words dying in his mouth as his brain took a moment to reboot. Both of their heads snapped towards the door when they heard the entrance to the store open. Another man around the same age as them stood in the doorway wearing the same ugly green vest…Keith, he remembered the younger boy mentioning his name earlier. Eddie stared directly at Keith for a solid ten minutes, he knew this looked bad. He racked his brain trying to decide how to go about the situation he’d gotten Steve in. “You can’t fire him…”Eddie spoke slowly and calmly, “if this is a kidnapping.”Without warning he scooped Steve into his arms, the other man squeaking clinging to him before taking off. Keith called after them but Eddie didn’t bother sticking around long enough to listen to him. He could hear Steve breath snag sharply when they got outside, his warm breath fluttering across Eddie's collarbone as he hitched desperately for control. “Oh for Christ sake,” Eddie mumbled under his breath when he realized Steve was trying to hold back the inevitable, “just sneeze, Harrington I can take it.”

The permission alone seemed enough to tip Steve over the edge as he felt the other boy's chest swell. “Hh’DKXNSshu!” The first sneeze barreled out of him the spray misting Eddie’s neck as he only managed to stifle the first part of it, “huuuUUH ’ATTSHhuu! hHHD’TSSHhuu! ‘TSCHH! ‘TSCHH! hH’TSCHUUu!” “I think that’s the most I’ve heard you sneeze like…ever,” Eddie said, letting his concern leech into his voice, “you gonna live?” Steve’s body went limp with exhaustion after all the sneezing, sniffling thickly. “Gh’...that was so gross.”He whined miserably. Eddie could feel his skin tingle where the spray hit his neck, gross was the last word on his mind but that was a feeling to unpack for another day. “You’re sick sunshine,”He said, bringing Steve over to his van struggling with the handle on the passenger side for a bit until it popped open, “pretty sure feeling gross comes with the territory.” Getting him settled on the passenger seat Eddie only got a glimpse of Steve’s nose before he covered it up with his hand, but he knew it wasn’t a pretty sight.He tugged the black bandanna from his back pocket, gently nudging Steve’s hand away from his face. The whole thing was flushed, with his nostrils the worst of it, a sore hot pink as they leaked sluggishly over his cupid's bow. Sitting in a freezing cold store for most of the morning really hadn’t done the other man any favors. “Christ Steve, you’re a mess…”Eddie mumbled, carefully cupping the bandanna over Steve’s nose, “lucky for you I’m not squeamish.” Steve tried to move away from Eddie’s careful hands, but the other man wasn’t having it. “Hold still Sunshine.” He huffed, carefully pinching and wiping the younger man's nose for him. The new nickname he’d started calling Steve rolling off his tongue naturally like it had alway been there. Like now that he thought about it there wasn’t a better way to describe the man in front of him. Once he’d gotten him sufficiently cleaned up, Eddie carefully pinched Steve's nose, “Blow.” He instructed, watching Steve eyes widen and his face darken several shades of red. “I’b dot blowing by dose idto you’re baddadda, Eddie.” Steve sputtered, trying to push Eddie’s hand away from him but he kept the bandanna firm over his nose. “First you sound ridiculous saying that word,” Eddie teased dodging Steve hand as he swatted at him, “Second if you're worried about ruining this one I got like eight exact copies back at my trailer so don’t, and if you're a good boy for me I’ll let you keep this one.” The other man still didn’t look convinced, his jaw set tight as he stubbornly sat there with his arms crossed over his chest, as he sniffled thickly. “Look Harrington I’m getting sick of your sad little soupy sniffles,”Eddie said, poking him in the chest with a finger, “so if you think you’re going to out stubborn me on this I think you’ll find that you are sorely wrong.” Steve relented his shoulder slumping, he sucked in a breath of air blowing weakly through his nose.

Eddie gave him a look that told him that he wasn’t satisfied with that pathetic display and that he knew that Steve could do better than that. So he sucked in a deeper breath and blew harder, feeling his face heat up at the sound it made.

He was sure could feel the warm mucus against his fingers through the thin fabric of the bandanna. But if he did he didn’t say anything. Eddie wiped away the excess, before tucking the bandanna into Steve’s hand, satisfied that he’d properly blown his nose. “See that wasn’t so hard,” He said, hopping in on the drivers side, “now let's get you home before you turn into a pumpkin, sunshine.

“I dod’t thigk that’s how that fairy tale goes.” Steve snorted amused, but he got strapped in anyway while Eddie started the car pulling out of the parking lot.

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whysojiminimnida · 3 years ago

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why do u think jungkook doesn't like, or at least have a problem with taemin? i want to know your opinion... btw, i love your blog, u are so funny and smart <3

Hi anon,

Jungkook is unthrilled, June 2018 I don't know how Jungkook feels about Lee Taemin NOW. But he did not seem happy to see Taemin as early as 2016 and at least as late as 2018. Now, Jimin and Taemin are friends. They hang out with the same "squad", or friend group, which also includes Ha Sungwoon (who Jungkook seems to like just fine). But Taemin is a '93 liner to Jungkook's '97. SHINee is also an older group, Jimin likely looked up to Taemin as a dancer quite a lot. I mean, Jimin's amazing - but Taemin is no slouch in the dance department. I MEAN LOOK:

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And given that Jimin and Jungkook were a thing by then, but still a pretty new thing (less than a year, probably), Jungkook might have felt pretty weird about it all. Jealous? Probably, given that Taemin is pretty clearly not straight and was older, arguably as famous if not more so at that time, as good a dancer, certainly seemed to find Jimin very attractive.... I think 2016 Jungkook was jealous, end of story. @kanmom51 actually covered this topic in detail over here, and it is definitely worth the read. Everything she says about Jungkook's reaction to Taemin and 2Min is on point, in my view. I could go into all kinds of theories and stuff and none of it would be this good, so give her post on this topic a read and see what you think:

I'm with her on this one. By 2018 Jimin and Jungkook were solid, but Jungkook also holds a grudge pretty well. If he decides he doesn't like you, that's unlikely to change until you give him a reason to change his mind. And I don't think Taemin is the kind of guy to go hold hands and make up with his friends' boyfriend just to smooth things over. So Jungkook was a little bit jealous - not toxic jealous, just "I don't like the way he looks at my man" jealous. And maybe "I don't like the way my man looks at him either". Jungkook himself has said he is very possessive. I think this just shows, a little bit, that he's not wrong about that. :)

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BUT. Here's another angle that I think might be why Jungkook doesn't seem to like Taemin very much:

(Yeah yeah we hate Koreaboo but it's actually the clearest shot of this moment I could find so I had to suck it. Sorry.)

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Dramatics? Playing around? Probably yes. Exhaustion and not eating? Also probably yes.

As the hyung, the elder, Taemin *should have* been taking good care of Jimin during the time they were working together. That did not, apparently, happen. Jimin overworked himself, lost a fair amount of weight (more than he was already losing at that time) and was generally not at his best by the time that collab was done. And I think Jungkook may have held Taemin and his very thin frame and possible unhealthy eating patterns partly responsible for that. Jimin did finish the KBS show and performed with BTS later on, but coming offstage, there was some question as to whether Jimin was just being a goofball/drama queen or whether he actually collapsed. I kinda think it may be a bit of both and it was played off as "oh I'm fine" when he actually was anything but.

Jungkook looks unthrilled in 2016, too And it seems petty especially since Taehyung also vapes but Taemin's been a smoker for, like, ever. And Jungkook is conscious of his vocal cords - and Jimin's. Pics like this from a Padding Squad pool-shooting night in 2017 probably did not help Jungkook like Taemin better:

No shade to Taemin, I love him, and Jimin is responsible for taking care of his own body. But you know how boyfriends can get if you're hanging out with someone they don't think is great for you. That's it, that's the vibe, and that's all I'm sayin'.

#anon #ask #jimin #jungkook #lee taemin #taemin #2min #jikook #vminkook #early jeon parks pre jeon park household status #jeon parks jeonparking #jungkook just jungkooking nbd #thanks @kanmom51

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kusagrasskusa · 4 years ago

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Gaara X Innocent! Reader - "Hellfire"

Gaara's age is bumped up to 16 in this btw, and the reader is 16 as well. This takes place the night Gaara kills that one Sound Ninja on the rooftop, during the chunin exams. Also, Gaara might be considered a Yandere, but I don't know (you'll see why lol) Lastly, when I talk about Gaara burning, I mean it metaphorically. Yes, this is 100% based off The Hunchback of Notre Dame

FYI! This story isn't very romantic so if you're a fan of slightly darker stories, go ahead snd read this I suppose. Plus Y/N is kinda a coward in this

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There he sat, on top of the rooftop late at night. Tomorrow would be the full moon, when Gaara's power would increase in perfect timing for another battle in the chunin exams. Competition is getting tough and examtakers are either extra aggressive with everyone or forming alliances. Not only that, but so many people are winning each challenge that too few people are being eliminated. That's all that's important and all that will be important until the Sand Village finally finishes off Konoha with the help of the Sound Village. But how, even with these much more important factors, is the only thing Gaara could think about is some normal pediatrician girl?

The moment he met her in the streets, a flame was set in his heart. He had been walking through Konoha after register for the exams and noticed a pretty young girl running through the streets, shouting for help. All she received was weird glances and eye rolls, however Gaara and his siblings caught on. Much to his sister and brother's surprise, Gaara had no problems hearing her pleas and then defending her. Someone had been following her; someone who her family had bad history with and from the looks of it, that person planned to hurt her.

He had no problems escorting her home and listening to her talk along the way. Her voice was so soft, her colorful kimono and flowers in her hair fitting for someone with an innocent and sweet personality. She seemed to be oblivious to the mysterious looks of Gaara and his siblings, or the way Gaara was so cold and silent. She payed no mind and spoke to him as id he was normal; like he was human. And it was that fact, her ignoring his dangerous aura, that lit that flame.

After since that day, that flame grew so strong. Every set of bright shades of the colors she wore on her clothes, every flower that she decorated herself with, every word or item that she mentioned in the little time she spoke to him, and everyone with E/C eyes would make him think of her. That sweet, kind, oblivious girl. It's like she cast a spell on him to make him slowly burn alive; that little flame she set it him would quickly grow into hellfire. His burning desires to see her again, to hold her, to love, traveled through his skin and veins. It didn't take long for Gaara to convince himself she did something cruel to him to use his demon, just like his father is using his demon to destroy Konoha in a few days.

Gaara was began to assume the girl was mocking him when she spoke to him so lightly; that he was no one to be afraid of. It was so insulting, but she was able to hide her cruel and disgraceful jeers under a sweet and loving facade and cute clothing. That has to be it, he thought. No one could ever like me, no one can love me, other than me. More and more of Gaara's thoughts were consumed, then all at once, by thoughts of her. She was like a demon dragging him to hell to torture forever. That beautiful girl with those lovely E/C eyes and pretty clothing was using him, he convinced himself. And someone like that deserved death.

That sweet, young girl had a name; Y/N. She was incapable of sleeping, as a terrible feeling in her stomach was keeping her awake. She pouted her lip and huffed, poking her stomach and whispering to herself, "I want that bad feeling to go away!" That feeling was pure anxiety and a hint of fear. These emotions were very uncommon for Y/N as she had always. Even a positive thinker with lots of love in her heart for even villains to an extent. She sighed, turning over in her bed on her back for sitting up, flipping her legs over her bedside. She stood up and put on a soft kimono over her pajamas and walked to the front door of her home, put on her sandels, and walked out. "Maybe a nice walk around the village will tire me out!"

"It's almost the full moon," Gaara said aloud. "My power will only grow stronger." He stood up, staring intensly at the moon as if it's the only thing keeping him from being devored by his hellish thoughts. His thoughts of how lovely it would be to destroy that girl who made his chest feel warm and his face heat up when she talked to him. That girl who made him feel the way he feels about himself, only a bit different. He had never felt romantic love to anyone, and for him to suddenly feel so strongly about someone instantly convinced him that she did something to him. Someone who would ever control him like would burn in hell before the hellfire consumes him first.

A rough, quiet and threatening voice erupted from behind the redhead. He paid no mind to anything that came out of the mouth of the Sound Village ninja rather just acknowledged that he wanted a fight. Without even realizing it, all that bloodlust built up through thinking of Y/N was released, ending in that Sound Village ninjas blood being spilled all over the roof top. It felt like a weight was taken off his back when he killed the ninja, but in the back of his head he knew it wasn't enough. Gaara didn't want that petty ninja, only that witch known as Y/N. Every passing second, that hellfire coursing through his veins were blazing out of control, weren't they?

"Maybe a nice walk around the village will tire me out!" Gaara's ears perked at that voice. That voice. Y/N's voice. Just like that, Gaara's need for blood grew strong again but this time, it felt different. He killed the Sound Village Ninja with aggression, but knowing he could kill Y/N now that he heard her close by made him feel an exciting kind of bloodlust. Those flames coursing through his body grew hotter every second, growing ever more desperate to get his hands on her.

"It's been a while since I've seen the garden at night come to think about. The moon is bright tonight so it's bound to be pretty sight!" That sweet, soft voice called out from the ground, below Gaara's feet. She walked the pathway it takes to find a nearby lake, where a nice little garden lays. A smile rose on Gaara's face; one of pure hate and excitement. His chest pained to greatly at the thought of her death, but that hellfire coursing through his body was telling him to hurt her. The front of his mind was screaming for him to kill her and use her blood as a piece of his deadly sand, but the back of his kind was whispering for him to comprehend how he feels about her first.

So he began to follow her. Gaara quietly walked from the rooftops, not daring to make a single sound. He continued to smile as he followed her, his smile growing the more he heard her talk to herself. Such a sweet girl with such a pure heart. It's a shame someone with Gaara's problems sees her as a witch because he loves her. As another 10 minutes go by, Y/N began walking into the woods and towards the lake. Gaara jumped to the ground without making a sound and followed her discreetly by hiding behind trees. He stopped when Y/N did. Y/N's eyes widened and sparkled at the amazing sight before her; the moon reflecting on the lake as beautiful flowers and trees accompanied toads on lilipads in the water. Pure bliss.

"Wow...It's incredible!" She laughed in awe. "My arms feel so weak at the sight," she spoke again as her smile widened. "I wish mom was here to see this!" Gaara hummed, looking over the scenery as well. It wasn't very interesting, but it was something he supposed. After all, Y/N loved it. Gaara looked around and saw no one nearby, meaning now would be a great time to react. He silently tip toed over to Y/N, using trees to cover himself. However, Y/N spotted him when she looked around the area in case there was anyone nearby (after all, she was being loud and who knows who lived in the area).

"Hmm? Hi, you there!" She said, waving her hand towards that silhouette behind that tree. Gaara'a face turned into one of the confusion, his "eyebrows" furrowing. Why isn't she scared of someone creeping up behind her in the woods? "Sorry if I'm bothering you! I just wanted to see what's it's like here at night. I can leave if you want," she said, swaying her body back and forth.

"...No, it's quite alright," Gaara replied as he stepped from behind the trees. He walked up the her, and instantly Y/N recognized him. She gasped, surprised.

"I remember you! You're the one that saved me! Thank you so much!" She giggled, clasping her hands together and bowing deeply. "My deepest thanks." Gaara paused, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit.

"My heart is pounding," he mumbled allowed, pressing his hand against his chest. "What have you done to me?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. Y/N stood up straight, giving him a questioning hum in return. Her face looked so innocent and sweet; it's all apart of that facade, isn't it? Gaara growled, roughly grabbing Y/N's shoulders and pulling her close. She jumped, gasping a little at the sudden action. "I said, what did you do to me? Where did this hellfire come from, you witch!" His voice went from his normal calm tone to a scream instantly.

Y/N's eyes widened and her body started to shiver a little. She furrowed her eyebrows together, stuttering out a reply. "I-I don't understand..." That answer wasn't good enough for Gaara as he had no problem throwing her to the ground and looming over her with a look of anger across his facial features. His fist was clenched so tight that his veins were showing. "I don't know what you're talking about!" Y/N yelled out fearfully, covering her face. Tears began to swell in her eyes and her voice became shakey.

Sand began to pour out from behind him and his heart ate picked up again. That flame in his heart was so strong and terrifying to Gaara that he was okay with killing the girl he fell in love with right then and now. His body was so scared that it wanted to kill her, but his heart was too scared to rid such a wonderful girl from the world forever. "Tell me, witch. What did... you do?" He asked again, staring at her so intensely that she could feel his eyes burning into her skin. She sniffed, now too scared to reply upon seeing that sand loom over her.

After a few moments, he screamed, "tell me!" Y/N chocked up on tears, taking a deep breath before replying.

"I don't know any magic or special jutsus, sir! I didn't do anything to you!" She cried out, slowly sitting up. "I'm sorry!" Gaara hissed, silent for a couple minutes. In that time, Gaara remained still as Y/N slowly began to stand up. In her mind, she was recalling words her mom once spoke to her about dangerous people. People are born innocent and harmless and only bad environments or situations can taint their purity. With that in mind, Y/N assumed that Gaara had problems that she couldn't understand. And with a heart as pure as her's, she had already forgave Gaara for scaring her and already felt sympathy for him. She slowly walked closer to him, the hairs on her neck standing up with anxiety, and put an arm on his shoulder.

That touch made him snatch back to reality. He slowly put his hand on top of her's; he was so confused and overwhelmed with opposing emotion and thought. "Then why? Why do you make me feel this way?" He asked in a low rough voice. Y/N began to wrap her arms around him and then hug him softly, shutting her eyes tightly. She managed to push her worried back as she found giving this sad, sad man affection was more important. Gaara felt his chest grow warm again and suddenly, she chuckled.

"I think your hellfire consumed me. I can't even find it in myself to kill you anymore, witch. I think I'm in love with you," he said, blinking away tears. He was so scared and his body pained to kill her, but he just couldn't. He was so overwhelmed with the pleasant feeling of Y/N arms being around him to ever lay a finger on her in anger. Instead he just hugged her back tightly, stuffing his face into the crook of her neck and sniffing. He was obviously holding back tears, which didn't work very well. Afterall, for the first time in forever, he felt like he could show a little bit of a soft side.

"You're gonna control me, aren't you? Use my feelings against me and bend me to your will? You're so cruel, even with the face of an angel." Y/N hummed, not understanding his comments. She just sighed, hugging him tighter and opening her eyes.

"Hey, Gaara, isn't it? Why don't we spend time out here tomorrow? I'd like to get to know you better."

Gaara grunted in response, closing his eyes and wiping his tears with on arm, keeping his other arm tightly around her smaller form. Yeah, whatever hellfire he feels has completely consumed him before he could stop it.

Lol sorry this written to bad!

#gaara x reader #gaara x you #gaara x y/n #gaara x innocent reader #yandere gaara #yandere gaara x reader #naruto x reader #innocent reader #reader insert #naruto shippuden #naruto shitposting #gaara is so sweet #i have a test today #anime #shounen

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mx-barnes · 3 years ago

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What it meant to me

Natasha x gn!reader

Summary: At one of Tony's after-party's Clint dares you to text your crush who just so happens to be sitting next to you. Maybe you can finally admit your feeling towards the green-eyed redhead once and for all. (btw I hate summaries)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Kissing, suggestive themes (smut nothing explicit tho), a small bit of Stucky, alcohol consumption, insecure Nat,

A/n: So sorry I haven't been writings much for the last little bit of summer my computer didn't work so I had to do most of the writing on my phone which kind of de-motivated me and now that my computer is working again I should be able to work on more of them. Also, I did start up school again so stress is high. Don’t mind the text but also it is true she is the world's cutest assassin. Gif not my own. Unedited as always.

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It was late. It was nearing 1 in the morning. It was one of Tony’s famous after-parties. It was just you and the Avengers. No overbearing senators, no fans gushing over how Natasha is a poser. To be fair she is a poser but that didn’t bother you. While no one else might not be watching you were. Natasha was your best friend and long-time crush.

Before you had joined the Avengers you had a crush on Natasha. How could you not she was Natasha freaking Romanoff. Her hair was a beautiful shade of fiery red and her green eyes were so dazzling. She was gorgeous and her skills only made her even more attractive to you. When you did join the Avengers (due to be enhanced) you and her bonded immediately. She taught you the ropes. Helped you pull pranks on Steve every now and again you even help with trying to set him up. Safe to you fell hard and fast.

“Y/n you gonna answer? Clint asked you truth or dare,” Nat's voice pulled you out of the drunken dream state you were in.

“Right well I think I’m going to go with dare,” confidently you said. You had been picking dare all night because Steve and Clint liked to get invested in your love life a little too much and with the alcohol, you had ingested tonight you didn’t know if you could pull off a convincing enough lie.

“Right ok I dare you to let me text your crush,” Clint responded slurring his words a bit to indicate he was a bit tipsy but not full-blown drink yet.

This was gonna be ok you could just pull up any random number and have him text them. But you didn’t want to spring that on anyone. So reluctantly you handed over your phone. Not before opening it to Nat’s contact. Thank god you didn’t have her under her actual name or had a photo of her for her contact photo. “Right here you go.”

As you handed Clint the phone his face lit up like a Christmas tree. He quickly typed out a text and sent it before you could regret giving him your phone. God, you hoped this wasn’t the mistake of a lifetime. From beside you, Natasha’s phone buzzed. She of course just brushed it off thinking it was a coincidence.

You woke up at around 1 in the afternoon. The hangover you had was monstrous. Nothing last night was really clear just fuzzy images fading in out when you turned to look beside you. That’s when everything came rushing back at full force.

Clint had dared you to allow him to text your crush- the punishment for not completing a dare was a shot of Asgardian mead. Of course, the person you liked was sitting right beside you. Natasha was your best friend. Was it cliche to fall in love with your best friend? How could you not fall in love? She was gorgeous her slightly wavy red hair and green eyes complimented each other perfectly. She was smart, witty, courageous, sassy, and truly loyal just made you all the more attracted to her. So as Clint texted the woman beside you, you began fretting what she may think. After the text was sent and you could feel the vibration of her phone in her pocket you hoped she would just think it was a coincidence. To your great luck, she did, or at least that is how she played it. You allowed yourself to breathe believing you were in the clear.

But you were all but clear. Natasha hoped that the reason her phone had just buzzed was that it was you Clint texting her. Natasha wasn’t one to believe in a higher power but if she was praying to all of them that you liked her back. She was hopelessly in love with you. She had been since the first time she met you. The thought that you might like her back never crossed her mind. You were smart, kind, and fiercely loyal. Natasha needed someone like that in her life right now. She wanted someone to depend on and rely on. She knew you and she were close friends so in all reality she could rely on you but she wanted more. She was content with just being friends but she wanted more all those guys she took home would never compare to you.

It was your turn to ask someone. Naturally, you turn to Steve to see what truths you could get out of him. Or even better what sort of dates you could get him and his super-soldier serum in trouble with. “Stevie. Truth or dare?”

Natashas blood boiled. She hated that you called Steve that. She wanted to be the only one you called nicknames. She didn’t have that right. No, not yet.

“Not picking dare last time you almost got me arrested. So ask whatever burning questions you have because no way am I going to jail this time.”

"Oh come on Stevie you're no fun. Fine whatever. If you could kiss anyone in this room who would you kiss?" You questioned.

It took Steve a minute to answer. "I would have to say Bucky."

Bucky's face went bright red not use to being flustered he immediately hid his face in his hands. "Steve," he choked out from behind his hands you assumed it was meant to be strict and stern but it came out more like a whine.

Steve got up and walked over to Bucky kissing him (which Bucky reciprocated) then dragging him to his room, not before rushing quick goodbye leaving you to be in charge of asking someone once again.

"I guess it's my turn again because the capsicle left?" You scanned over the different members of the team left. Only Clint, Tony, Vision, Wanda, and Natasha remained. "Nattie truth or dare?"

Natasha heart sang at the nickname, immediately she answered "Dare." "I dare you to kiss the person you fancy." God out of anything you could've picked why this dare. Well, whatever she hadn't had time to check her phone to see if it was you who texted earlier so she took a leap.

She wasn't one to back down from a dare. She pulled you close to her and smash your lips together hoping this wouldn't ruin the perfectly good friendship you and she had. it took you a couple seconds to recognize what was happening but when you did you reciprocated the kiss. Teeth clashing tongues fought for dominance but in the end, you let her win. The kiss was messy but it was great soon the need for air became overwhelming so she pulled away first you chasing her lips.

"Wow," you mumbled under your breath.

Natasha mumbled something too but you could hear her too lost in the replay of that kiss.

You dragged Natasha away to talk not without some whoops and cheers from the rest of the group and Clint yelling "Finally."

You are pulled out of your thoughts by the redhead beside you. "Y/n. Y/n, do you regret last night?" insecurity seeping into her tone. The same tone that is usually filled with so much confidence.

"God no I love every second of it especially that part."

"Yeah, that part was really great."

"Listen Nat as fun as last night was I don't just want that. I want us."

"I want that too. I have wanted that since you first joined the team. You can just ask Clint I would just rant to him about you. How your hair was perfect of how your eyes always seemed to radiate happiness and calm even in the most stressful situations. God, you are just perfect for me Y/n."

Tears began welling in your eyes. Slowly they began to fall Nat kissed them away gently soothing you. You cuddled in closer to her. "I love you Nattie."

"I love you too любовь."

Your happily ever after was achieved at that moment. Finally being able to tell the former KGB assassin that you loved her. Even though some may say you were moving fast. If they knew how long you and she had been friends and said it platonically even though you wished you could say and have the other know what it meant it didn't matter. You love Natasha Romanoff and nothing could change that ever.

#natalie rushman #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha romanov #natasha x you #avengers #marvel #kinda sucks #sorry for this #self indulgence babey #hehehe

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makeste · 4 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 309: Gotta Go My Own Way

Previously on BnHA: Muscular was all “well if it isn’t the protagonist on his solo journey of self-discovery, for some reason I’m unironically glad I get to fight you!” Deku was all “hey Muscular before I finish kicking your ass would you please take a moment to answer these two survey questions? Question one, do you regret being a total piece of shit? And question two, if you could do anything at all in the world other than being a total piece of shit, would you?” Muscular was all, “pfft, no and no.” Deku was all, “thanks buddy, your feedback helps make me a better hero, here’s a coupon for fifteen percent off your next ass-whooping.” Then he whooped his ass.

Today on BnHA: Deku is all “what up All Might can you believe you’ve been here this entire time?” All Might is all “I sure can since that’s literally my catch phrase, anyway how are your magic movie 1 gauntlets holding up?” Deku is all “they’re holding up fine, how are Hawks, Endeavor, and Best Jeanist doing?” Hawks, Endeavor, and Best Jeanist are all “we, your fellow co-conspirators, are also doing fine, thanks for asking!” Flashback!Deku is all “anyway so I secretly have All Might’s quirk and the most dangerous people in the world are after me, so sorry mom but that’s why I’m dropping out of school.” Inko is all “I CAN’T ACCEPT THAT” while totally accepting it. All Might is all “I GUESS WE’LL JUST HAVE TO GO ALONG WITH IT SINCE I DON’T FEEL LIKE TRYING TO STOP HIM.” Hawks, Jeanist, and Endeavor, as previously mentioned, are all “yeah that sounds like a good plan”, and Gran is all “see ya kid, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” So basically everyone in the entire world has suddenly teamed up with Deku to defeat AFO, except for the one person whose entire foreshadowed endgame is “teaming up with Deku to defeat AFO.” O Kacchan where art thou.

dear tumblr image limit: okay look. you don’t like me, and I don’t like you. but just as an experiment, I’m gonna try writing this recap with as few images as possible and we’ll see how it goes

(ETA: spoilers for how it went: it didn’t, lol.)

oh my god WHY ARE WE OPENING WITH MORE KETSUBUTSU ACADEMY KIDS.ffs we’d better at least finally get some Ms. Joke content out of this

(ETA: seriously who do I have to bribe.)

so these two KB kids who no one cares about are watching Deku leap away from the scene after dispatching Muscular. but more importantly wtf is this chapter title omg. “I can’t stay being a child” so that’s how it is huh. we’re gonna have feels and we’re going to like them. well then

oh my god he’s hauling Muscular away dhfksklfkh okay this is gonna have to be our first image because I can’t fucking help myself. look at this

just. Deku is so tiny and he’s carting away this massive unconscious lump of a man like it’s nothing why is this so funny to me. it’s like when people buy furniture, and they don’t want to pay extra for delivery and so they’re like, “I can definitely fit this king-sized mattress in the back of my compact sedan if I fold the fucking seat down, idk.” and they refuse to be talked out of it, and the next thing you know you’re watching them drive home with their open trunk door haphazardly tied down with bungee cords, and somehow it fucking works. because it turns out the compact sedan has super strength

anyway for SOME REASON now Horikoshi is all “have fun with that Deku, meanwhile we now return you to your regularly scheduled SHINDOU CONTENT” whyyyyyy

look at this. we’re really using up a whole fucking entire page on everyone arguing over who gets the honor of carrying Shindou

love how the civilians are all, “shit lol is this actually our fault?? quick, how do we play this off all casual like we were the reasonable parties here all along”

turns out all it took to finally get them to listen was making them watch while a kid got his insides ground into a pulp because of their stupidity!! what a heartwarming conclusion to this little standoff

anyways THANK GOD we’re cutting back to Deku now!! well actually we’re cutting back to Muscular who is being dropped off at the police precinct, good bye and good riddance lol

so Deku’s leaving him there and bounding away and okjdlSKFJLKJDSL OH MY GOD

no fucking way. no fucking way this little jaunt is All Might-sanctioned and approved. are you serious?? then who else is in on this?? what the hell is going on

so All Might is just WAITING FOR HIM IN AN ALLEY FFF WHO ARE YOU, JIM GORDON. or would Alfred be a better analogy here?? but like, Alfred if he ditched the suit for a moto jacket and shades

this new ensemble of All Might’s may or may not severely impact my ability to take this forthcoming conversation seriously; please stand by

also, quite the spectacular landing there, Deku. seriously lol what was that

“HOW ARE YOUR LIMBS” “THANKS TO YOU THEY’RE COMPLETELY FINE” I’M SORRY WHAT

LOL WHAT. “THANKS TO THE POWER OF THESE MAGIC GLOVES” OH I SEE THAT EXPLAINS IT

are these the same gauntlets from the first movie, then? well that’s all well and good, except that now there’s going to be more Deku Discourse than fucking ever lol. so if it’s all the same to you guys, I’m gonna once again go ahead and declare this week’s post a discourse-free zone, at least when it comes to the specific discourse of Deku’s merits as a MC, and the impact that him kicking ass and having working arms has on said merits. this has been something of a low mental energy week for me, so I’d rather reserve the energy I do have for more fun topics, such as All Might’s bitchin’ leather jacket

anyway so All Might’s saying that the gauntlets will help reinforce Deku’s arms, but they can’t withstand OFA at 100%. so basically it’s a support item designed to maintain the status quo lol. we’re basically in the same situation we were before, arm-capability-wise

homg All Might’s getting a call. time to see who else is in on Operation: Deku Alone?? or not so alone for that matter

omg

HI HAWKS, WHERE ARE YOUR WINGS

(ETA: seriously are they really gone for good?? why would he even be back on active duty then?? does he have his own American ex-boyfriend who can hook him up with exclusive support items?? dammit Horikoshi we want answers.)

looks like Jeanist and Endeavor are teaming up as well, just like they said they would. I would gladly follow this trio around all day long tbh

is this the same giant villain from the very first chapter??

looks like it to me, and it would tie in with that callback from the end of chapter 306. we all thought that was Muscular, but maybe it was this guy, and Deku left these three to deal with him while he ran off to take Muscular down

oh my god now Deku is running off again just like that

kids these days

ffffff I have not had nearly enough sleep to follow along with whatever tf Hawks is talking about here sob

like, is he trying to say that All Might is keeping Deku’s whereabouts unknown to anyone except for him?? in order to keep him safe?? but Hawks is pointing out that that’s a bad strategy and probably won’t do shit against AFO and it’s better if he lets Deku work with the rest of them?

(ETA: so @hanashimas’ translation makes a lot more sense -- it’s not All Might who’s being overprotective, but Deku. in other words he’s trying not to drag All Might into his battles. and in addition Hawks is saying that their strategy is to take the offensive and go after AFO themselves rather than wait for him to come to them. which I’m not too sure about myself, but that’s another topic for another day.)

btw I can’t help thinking how much better this entire conversation would be if All Might was still wearing his sunglasses. put them back on my dude. it’s not too late. embrace your inner badass

DKLJSLDKFJL FLASHBACK ALERT, FUCKING FINALLY

“turns out, we were just trying to scare you straight. fuck lot of good that did though lol”

also what is this. one true love: the hospital bed. is that a scanlator joke or is Horikoshi actually that funny omg

SKLJDFLJLK

ITSA ME!! omg I love this hospital so much. though it’s sure not helping me in my quest to try and keep this post below ten images. I’m already up to eleven haha r.i.p. to me if tumblr doesn’t get its shit together

whaaaaaat, so he’s saying that Deku’s injuries were external (i.e. Tomura beating the shit out of him) rather than internal this time?? whaaaaat. excuse me but that’s some bullshit lmao. believe me, I was there

okay now he’s going on to explain that Deku’s “internal structure” seems to have been protected from the inside and out, and the corresponding panel seems to be implying that using Blackwhip as a brace paid off. huh

and also that his body is just stronger now?? so I guess he’s better able to withstand the quirk after an additional year of training?? I’M NOT SURE IF I BUY ANY OF THIS LOL but I’m willing to suspend my disbelief

OH MY GOD RED ALERT, INKO IS ASKING ALL MIGHT TO EXPLAIN WTAF DEKU’S QUIRK IS, IS IT FINALLY THAT TIME OMGGGG

SO HE’S EXPLAINING IT TO HER OFF-SCREEN, AND INKO IS JUST LIKE

I GUESS THAT’S FAIR LOL. IT’S TRUE INKO I’M SO SORRY, YOUR SON IS A PROGATONIST R.I.P.

AHHKKJH DEKU ANGST IS IT FINALLY THAT TIME OMGGGGGG

what is this soft pop beat that’s suddenly being pumped in over the speakers. I’VE GOT TO MOVE ON~ AND BE WHO~ I~ AM~~~, I JUST DON’T BELONG HERE, I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAAAAAAAND. also, follow-up question, when is Kacchan finally going to come back so he can jump in with the “WHAT ABOUT US~~~” bridge, huh. come the fuck on, Horikoshi

lmao All Might jesus christ

but given that it’s a stupid-ass decision...

anyway, yes!! finally that sweet, sweet “I don’t want to put anyone else in danger” angst!!

mmm that’s good angst Brent. Kacchan with center panel honors as usual, you love to see it. anyways though who do I have to yell at to get Deku a goddamn HUG around here seriously

so Inko is of course reacting with panic, and sensibly saying that she doesn’t approve of Deku’s “RUN AWAY AND FIGHT THE BAD GUYS ALL ON MY OWN, DON’T WORRY MOM I’LL JUST GET STRONGER, EASY AS PIE, IT’S A FOOLPROOF STRATEGY” plan

son of a bitch this manipulative green asshole is really gonna sit here and smile fondly at his mom and try to convince her that he’s Not A Little Kid Anymore. the hell you’re not mister

y'all are really just gonna sit there and let him talk you into this?? surely it can’t be that easy??

OH MY GOD

THE FEELS oh my god oh my god. BUT ALSO YOU’RE SERIOUSLY JUST GOING TO COLLAPSE INTO HIS ARMS SOBBING AND LET HIM DO WHATEVER THE FUCK HE WANTS LKJLJLFK. WHERE ARE ALL THE STRICT PARENTS AT?? AIZAWA, GANG ORCA, MITSUKI, SOMEONE PLEASE COME AND TELL DEKU TO SIT HIS ASS THE FUCK DOWN. NOW LISTEN HERE YOUNG MAN!!

“EVEN IF I TRY TO STOP YOU YOU’LL STILL LEAVE” WELL SURE, IF BY “TRY TO STOP HIM” YOU MEAN POLITELY TRY TO TALK HIM OUT OF IT FOR THREE SECONDS. HE’S SIXTEEN WTF WHEN DID HE BECOME THE BOSS OF YOU ALL. SOMEONE NEEDS TO COME AND TELL HIM HE’S GROUNDED

anyway sob so that’s the story of how Deku talked his parents into letting him drop out of school, and even convinced All Might to be his own personal Guy In The Chair. holy shit. this kid really went and rolled a nat 20 and the rest of them had no choice but to fold without argument

meanwhile here’s a panel of Best Jeanist trying to braid his phone into his hair just cuz

I’m dying to know which part of his language he considers to be crude here. you literally didn’t even use a contraction my guy

so now flashback!Deku is talking to Gran in the dark, and Gran is all “can you believe I’m not fucking dead yet lol that’s too funny. anyway, you sure I can’t interest you in killing Tomura after all?? no?? okay then here’s my cape.” truly a heartwarming scene

I’m kind of torn here tbh. on the one hand, my adhd ass wasn’t all that interested in sitting down and having an extended scene between these two when there’s so much else that I want to get to. but on the other hand, even I can admit that cramming this entire reunion into a single page seems just a BIT rushed. idk. like maybe someone can let Horikoshi know it’s a marathon and not a race. Deku didn’t even get any dialogue here, some of us want to know his thoughts!! but anyway

AND JUST LIKE THAT?!

how did all four of them let him con them into this. I literally just watched it happen and I still can’t figure out how. “I GUESS THIS SIXTEEN-YEAR-OLD HIGH SCHOOL DROPOUT IS OUR LEADER NOW” ffflfjf. when Aizawa finds out he’s gonna go apeshit. AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON BAKUGOU KATSUKI, WHO I HAVE BEEN ASSURED DOES IN FACT STILL EXIST. WHAT ABOUT USSSSS, WHAT ABOUT EVERYTHING WE’VE BEEN THROUGH. WHAT ABOUT TRUST???! YOU KNOW I NEVER WANTED TO HURT YOUUUUU

btw lol don’t get me wrong, I am enjoying this, and I’m honestly glad Deku’s not alone because that would suck for him! but that said, Hawks and Jeanist have lost any credibility they might have once had as far as being The Responsible Ones, and as for All Might and Endeavor, fucking hell lol. everyone just deposited all of their fucks in a bank somewhere for safekeeping and decided to never look back. godspeed you mad lads

#bnha 309 #midoriya izuku #all might #midoriya inko #gran torino #hawks #best jeanist #endeavor #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #petition for kacchan to form his own dynamic battle squad whose sole purpose is hunting down deku and talking some sense into him #if deku gets to drop out of school and make his own rules than so do we #what do you say icyhot are you in #actually can you just text your dad and ask him where deku is #maybe save us all some trouble

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