#scar tells us when we meet that everyone's fighting to have her

[11queensupreme11]

I've never played Wuthering Waves before but 'Rover' is the mc like the traveler/trailblazer? What do you mean she's being stalked by 6 people 😭 are you being fr because that's just WILD to happen within the first chapter

(yes, rover is the mc of the game!)

IM ACTUALLY BEING FR, THE ROVER GETS STALKED BY SIX PEOPLE THROUGHOUT THE FIRST CHAPTER 😭

rover literally just wakes up she's like a clueless newborn baby and already accumulated six stalkers LMAO

first is sanhua, a sexy ice lady (i like her voice)

second and third is scar and phrolova (scar is OBSESSED with mc i love him lmao)

fourth is camellya, she's the girl who i took screenshots of when rover had her pinned down with a sword at her throat. she also goes "you're mine, i don't wanna share" lmao i need to see her and scar fight

and fifth and six is aalto and encore! 🥺

[ma1dita]

lovers, or partners in crime

a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 2.1k

summary: (post-tlt) directly after ‘if you need to be mean (be mean to me)’, The one where Annabeth and Percy think you're guilty too. You realize his betrayal a little too late, and he's left you looking like an accomplice. Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader

a/n: eye twitches guys im gonna crank out happy asks after this bc this hurt to the point of me delaying it a few days. drink water and take care luke nation

(posted 2/2/24 & betad by ellie and lari ty ladies mwah @lixzey @mrsaluado )

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Exhaustion creeps up on you slowly, then all at once.

It’s been a long week at Camp Half Blood—with trying to stop a war from starting between the cabins and praying to the gods that the trio can stop everyone’s godrents from destroying the balance of the world, you could say you were kept busy making sure the place doesn’t go up in flames. 

Taking orders from Chiron and your dad has been your daily routine from sunrise to sundown, and you were glad to have Luke’s arms to fall into at the end of the night. But you woke up alone this morning, and a heavy feeling in your chest that’s been plaguing you for a while now feels more prominent as you drag your boots across camp for another long day.

Exhaustion blinds us and dulls the senses, but so does love. Sometimes it was hard to tell which was taking effect.

How long were you willing to ignore the signs in front of you?

Maybe it was just another bad day. Your mind felt like it was playing tricks on you, still in a haze from Luke keeping you up the night before, the feeling of his touch still lingering in your pores—evidence of eyebags and lovebites carefully hidden under concealer. You find yourself almost walking in a dream state, before Katie calls out to you, tapping you on the shoulder.

“Did you hear? Annabeth’s back. It’s all gonna be over soon,” she exclaims, and the both of you sigh in relief. You’d do anything to get this over with and take a long break. The idea of a long weekend with Luke somewhere, anywhere but here sounds like Elysium in comparison to what you’ve put yourselves through recently.

“You see Luke anywhere, Katie?”

She hums, her hand reaching out to fix some of the trampled foliage along the path, before she looks up at you, shaking her head.

“Not this morning, no. Maybe he’s with Annabeth?”

You nod thoughtfully, stretching your arms back to soothe the tension in your back. You’ll find him sooner or later, now that this is all over.

You always do.

—

“Clarisse stole the master bolt.” 

Your fingers wound themselves tighter around Luke’s at Percy’s declaration, but you can’t help but watch your boyfriend’s face closely as the rest of the conversation passes in the background. It’s been a weird day, to say the least—helping to set up for Percy’s celebration, and Luke being tightlipped and distant the whole while. You don’t think he’s actually said a single word to you since last night until he dragged you into his cabin to see Annie and Percy.

“Everyone was ready to join the war here. To start fighting each other. An accusation against Clarisse…” you reason awkwardly, more of a question than a statement. Standing here with your friends, you feel like the odd one out. How could you miss out on Clarisse being the lightning thief? But Luke looks at the two kids in front of you as determined as the devil himself.

He knew. 

He spares you a sidelong glance, a smile quirking up on the scarred side of his face.

When did Luke start making plans without you? 

Taking a deep breath to calm yourself down, tranquility comes off of you in waves; you barely notice that Luke drops your hand until you hear him speak again. 

“You’ve stopped the war. You’ve saved the world. Now, it’s safe to tell Chiron and finish cleaning up the mess. I told him we needed to meet him away from the celebration so we can talk without any of Clarisse’s supporters noticing.” Luke crosses his arms, trying to avoid the reach of your powers and your scorching stare while his gaze is sharp on Percy, and suddenly, the heavy feeling in your chest has a name, revealing itself as doubt. 

How could you be so stupid? 

Eyes don’t lie, even if Luke does, and you finally see through him, so much that you fear you’ve found his other side. 

Annabeth grabs your hand, your head whipping to look at her as she speaks, “We’ll keep an eye on Clarisse while you’re gone. Make sure she isn’t going anywhere.” You feel your body shake with paranoia as you start to question everything until the daughter of Athena pulls you back to the present. Taking quick steps out of cabin 11, you take a glance back at Luke, seeing him look glumly at you from the doorway, and it reminds you of a simpler time five years ago, with him standing in the same spot he introduced himself to you on his first day at camp. This time, you don’t walk away.

“I’ll find you later, I…I just need to talk to Luke real quick,” you say biting your lip hesitantly. Annabeth’s gaze is cold as steel as she nods, doubt now running through her as well as she watches you walk back to your boyfriend. You catch him by the arm as he tries to glide past you.

“Hey, are you okay?” You’re searching for an answer Luke will never give you, not out loud—as he dodges your glances, keeping a distance between you two. 

“Come on, I’ve gotta go,” he gruffs, anxiety running off of him in waves as his hands fidget at his sides. The sun is setting, and he needs to finish what he was told to do.

“We still have a bit of ti—” He interrupts you swiftly, “Not enough.”

“I know you’re always in charge around here, but not everything can go the way we want, you know?”

Your lips turn into a frown at his words, and you wonder who it is you’re talking to. Surely, not the boy whose arms you fell asleep in last night. You used to be able to figure him out so easily, but now… he’s acting like you’re an enemy. The banter he deals doesn’t usually make you feel like you’re at the short end of a stick, and though he’s right in front of you, it feels like his mind is already miles away. You’re desperate to hold onto whatever you can though, not wanting to let go of whatever’s plaguing him.

“Angelface. Look at me. Percy’s a hero, everything else will fix itself, why are you so—”

Luke sighs, blinking slowly, and you’re surprised when he pulls your hands to his chest, placing them under his camp beads, so you stop speaking. 

You never know when the last time is until it happens. You didn’t think it’d feel like this.

“I need to do this.” 

He’s not talking about turning in Clarisse anymore, and your body reacts before your mind does, surging forward to hug him. Your fingers run up the expanse of his back, the smell of citrus and musk being familiar but the discomfort in his embrace is not. From here, you can’t see his eyes, but his heart rate accelerates as he wounds his hands in your hair, pulling you closer until the space between you is nonexistent.

“Please,” he mumbles. 

Is it a request? 

The shock runs through your veins as you try to think of what to say next—Luke’s never been one to beg.

“I’d do anything to protect our home, Luke, you don’t have to convince me when it’s the right thing to do.”

Your name falls from his lips, almost like he disagrees with what you said, and then you realize he’s begging you.

He’s asking for your permission. He’s asking you to let him go.

“You’re my home, Trouble. You know that right? You’re the only thing that matters to me.”

You try to nod, try to pull away to look at him but he presses you harder into his embrace, like he knows he won’t have the chance again. It hurts, though not in the way you expect.

“L-Luke, you’re hurting me.” Your breath quickens as you try to unravel yourself from him, but you’re unsure where he ends and you begin.

“Just a little bit longer.” 

Your nose buries itself into his neck, and you realize he’s trembling, but you can’t figure out who’s scared, him or you? Voices are echoing in your head and it’s too loud; you clench your fists into his orange camp shirt. Why do you always need to see the proof to believe it’s real? Why do you have to wait until the damage is done?

“I have to do this, Trouble. Everything will change and there’s no other way— either we win or we die. Failure isn’t an option for me. Not again.”

“I thought I was supposed to be the dramatic one,” you mutter, closing your eyes so you don’t have to face the truth for a while more, “but I still love you, despite it.” 

Despite this.

A watery chuckle escapes you, and his hands are trembling as he pushes a strand of your hair back. He holds onto you more softly now, and whether you know it or not, it’s to make up for all the time he’ll have to go without holding you after this. Percy calls out to him in the distance and once Luke frees you from his arms, you wonder why it feels like you’re unraveling at the seams, slowly parting from him. The tether you have on each other loosens, and it’s hard to tell who is being freed, and who is letting go. Luke walks away wordlessly, curls bouncing in the brisk air without a second glance until you call out to him.

“I’ll find you!”

A threat disguised as a promise, you stand there in the middle of the path feeling exposed as the wretched little girl at your core, desperate to be loved, desperate to be enough. 

But it’s not enough for him to stay, now is it?

—-

The truth is, Luke broke your heart before you even lost him, by hitting you where it hurts— he hit home. Camp Half-Blood has always been the one place you’ve known as home, and even if you claim to hate it—you’d die protecting it if that’s what was needed of you. You stay vigilant next to Annabeth, who looks up at your unusually quiet demeanor, and you feel like you have to confess to a crime that you didn’t commit.

“Luke’s leaving camp.”

She nods stiffly without answering you, wondering if you know about what else he’s done, too. Unlike you though, she’d rather find out before the damage is done.

The sun had set an hour ago, and fireworks were going off in the distance, everyone celebrating a hero’s return. You noticed Clarisse still sitting around the campfire with her siblings, Chiron still present and watching the festivities, and what had to be your last straw was noticing Annabeth had disappeared from your side. So you do what you do best, chase after Luke, and hope that you’re not too late.

Your breath heaves as you run through the dark forest without a single plan in mind and hoping, just hoping that no one’s hurt. You run faster towards the sound of swords clanging against each other, two figures illuminated by the fireworks in the distance.

What you didn’t expect to see was Luke’s sword pointed at an injured son of Poseidon sprawled out in the dirt.

“Percy!” your voice yells out shakily, your instincts kicking in as the truth is laid out in front of you, something darker and much worse than anything you could’ve imagined. Blue light illuminates the scarred side of your boyfriend’s face as he turns to look at you with shimmering eyes, and you see Annabeth with her sword raised at…the both of you.

Is this what love is… looking at a person who’s hurt you and still hoping they’re alright? You’re exhausted, wondering how long he’s been lying to your face—while he holds you, kisses you, and takes your pain away… and it all amounted to feeling guilty for letting his deception slip through your fingers and hurting the people you love. 

Luke’s scar you used to compare to a bolt of lightning now looks like a tear cascading from regret. And perhaps he does regret this, losing Annabeth and losing you, but he never turns back on his word once he’s made a decision. 

This one was just made without you. 

There’s a moment where everything goes silent despite the booming in the sky and you both take one last good look at each other, and Percy and Annabeth are unsure if you two look like forlorn lovers, or partners in crime.

“Castellan…”

His face hardens again at the wavering sound of your voice, almost unrecognizable in the dim light, and you know now that this is it. You’ve always been convinced that a love like the one you and Luke share is tailor-made and stitched together by the Fates. But the strings are cut, and like Atropos, he’s the one holding the scissors.

The last thing you see are his dark eyes and how he turns to run away, headfirst into a future without you. 

For a second you could’ve sworn they flashed gold.

—

“I wanted to hurt you

 but the victory is that I could not stomach it.” 

 -Richard Siken

next part: love like a blister: the five stages of loving losing luke

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[bookishdaze]

Noa and Mae as Romeo and Juliet in the Next Planet of the Apes Movie?

Here's why a potential "love story" between Mae and Noa, whether explicit or simply implied, may not be such a terrible idea.

Why? Because Shakespeare told me so, that's why.

"When in doubt, it's from Shakespeare....or the Bible." At least according to a book I had to read for high school, lol.

The biblical references in Caesar's trilogy have been pointed out multiple times already, and these movies have also been described as Shakespearean tragedies. So I thought, 'ok, what kind of Shakespearean tragedy will we have this time around?'

I'm first gonna start off with Hamlet in the Caesar trilogy. I'm also gonna mention other popular movies that are based on Shakespeare's plays. Not necessarily because it's concrete proof that this is what will happen in future POTA movies. This is me simply picking up certain storytelling beats and patterns I've noticed in some of my favorite movies.

It's not 100% the same, but there are some similarities. Also, this isn't anything new. Many have pointed this out before, but I love talking about this stuff!

The Lion King, Black Panther, and Dawn of the Planet of the Apes are loosely based on Hamlet. A king or rightful heir is killed. Usually by an evil uncle, cousin, or family member. For some reason this always results in them falling off a very high cliff.

Everyone thinks they're dead, the evil relative takes power, and everything kinda sucks. There is not enough food in the Pride Lands under Scar's rule. Killmonger burns the heart-shaped herbs. Koba leads the apes to war against the humans.

The rightful ruler spends time in exile, recovering from their wounds and trauma. They might even get a visit or have a recollection of their dead father.

Then the rightful ruler comes back from the dead, challenges the usurper, and regains their rightful place upon the throne.

Now lets take a look at their sequels.

The Lion King 2 and Wakanda Forever share some similarities. They both follow another one of Shakespeare's popular plays, Romeo and Juliet.

Like the Montagues and Capulets, we have two rival kingdoms in both movies. We got the Pridelanders and the Outsiders. We also got the Wakandans and Talokanils.

The two heirs/rulers from both kingdoms meet. They hate and don't trust each other at first, but then they start to have compassion for the other. In Kiara and Kovu's case, they fall in love. Namor and Shuri don't fall in love, but after Namor shows her his underwater kingdom and what he has to protect, she softens and begins to understand him more. (They even got the whole Hades and Persephone thing going on, who are a couple in Greek mythology, by the way).

There are losses on both sides. Kovu's brother was killed while going after Simba. One of Namor's people was killed when Shuri was rescued by Nakia, and Shuri's mother, Queen Ramonda, died after Namor's attack on Wakanda. (Starts nervously eyeing Anaya here...)

These losses make things worse, by the way.

In the end, both pairs are able to bring the fighting between their people to a stop. The Outsiders are welcomed into Simba's pride. The Wakandans and Talokanils stop fighting after seeing their leaders return together.

In the end, they realize that they're the same. That they can't let hate and fear of the other side cloud their judgement.

Kiara tells her father, "A wise king once told me we are one....Look at them. They are us. What differences do you see?"

Shuri tells Namor while she spares his life, "Vengeance has consumed us. We cannot let it consume our people."

And I think this goes well with one of the core themes of these POTA movies. The apes are a mirror to humanity. We the audience are seeing us through them, and the characters in the movies themselves must come to the realization that they're the same.

Like when Caesar tells his son, "I always think ape better than human. I see now how much like them we are."

Maybe something similar like this will happen with Noa and Mae and whatever fight will happen between apes and humans. While I'm all for a good romance, it may end up being more like Namor and Shuri's case. There's something there. The tropes are present, but they don't fall in love. (At least not yet. Please Ryan Coogler, give me Nashuri endgame in Black Panther 3, hehe).

This is just a theory, by the way. This doesn't have to happen, but I just think it'd be neat. There would be differences though. What those differences would be, idk, but whatever happens in the next one, I can't wait!

"But but.... aren't you forgetting something?"

What's that?

"Don't they...ya know...both die at the end?"

Besides, they don't have to die. Things can be a little more hopeful for our two heroes 🙈

[mrsparrasblog]

hi srry if you don't do requests but I have to ask cuz I love everything about your writing.

Can u write a fic where the mc is strictly monogamous but 141 are SO madly in love so they fight on who gets to be with her and it's causing actual problems between them?

Ignored this if u don't want to. Anyway stay slaying✨

Hey ☀️🩷 Ofc I take requests this is my first one tho, I hope you like It, and it's like you imagined because I always have like a little movie in my head when I write a scene and with requests. I don't know if my thoughts match with yours- performance anxiety lol. Still thank you for supporting me 🩷☀️

Fighting for you

TF 141 x Reader

You always had that one plan in your life: meet a nice guy, date for 2 years, marry him with the most extravagant wedding dress someone could imagine, and after that, you get three fat babies whom you will love and dote on.

The only problem was, as a nurse on a military base, you didn't meet guys capable of this lifestyle. You hated to see all these men trying to get in your pants while they were married.

"Why are you in the med again, Johnny?" You scolded him. Of course, you found the Scotsman funny and liked his daily visits, but still, having him here all the time felt like a lost puppy when you had work to do.

"Look, Bonnie, have a mean scratch, need stitches from ya."

"Is that so, Mr. MacTavish?"

"Yes, Bonnie, look." He showed you a scar on his biceps, and you sighed. You knew he was only coming for something else; no soldier went to the medical just because of a scratch. He started to flex his biceps.

"Johnny, that's barely anything."

"But ya always fix me good, lassie." He looked at you with puppy eyes, and you sighed, disinfecting his nonexistent wound. "Such a good caretaker, lass. Need to put a ring on ya before someone else does." You blushed at the thought of marrying someone like Johnny. He was handsome, funny, and super strong, but he was a flirt, probably flirting with every other nurse. Besides, you had a date today.

"Johnny, stop flirting. I have a date today."

"Just a date, lass. It's not like you'll marry him."

You stared at him with a dead glare. "For some people, dates are important, Johnny!"

"Who is it?"

"None of your business, and now leave," you scolded him, annoyed by his noisy behavior.

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"Who of you bastards broke the agreement?" Johnny started to scream at his teammates.

"What do you mean, Soap?" Kyle asked, confused.

"We agreed that no one can have her since she doesn’t want to share, so who of you tossers broke the agreement and goes on a date with her?"

"How do you even know that mate, if you didn’t break the agreement too?"

"I just needed her to take care of my injuries, Kyle."

"Bullshit, you barely got a scratch. Admit that you wanted to break off the agreement too. Admit it." Gaz barked, walking towards Soap to pick him up by his shirt.

"Enough of you, Muppets!"

"You broke the agreement, Captain, didn't ya? Telling us all about the agreement and then taking out my future wife."

"I didn't, and even if, she'd be more happy to become Mrs. Price than Mrs. MacTavish."

They were so close to fighting; everyone accused the other of taking you on that date. They remembered the first day they saw you; all of them were smitten. You were just too precious, full of love and excitement. Perfect hair, perfect body, everything about you was perfect for them. You could walk with your greasy messy bun, and they’d kneel for you, promising you’re the most beautiful woman on earth. After a while, they noticed how every one of them was smitten, how Johnny spent every minute in the infirmary, Ghost becoming your shadow, protecting you from every danger of the world without you even knowing, the Captain always treated you better than every other staff member, you had more off days, better shifts, and even better pay, and Kyle bringing you always your favorite coffee and a bunch of pastries when you overworked yourself again.

Johnny was the first one to ask the rest if they’d be open to a poly relationship. He was the most open about his sexuality, and having Simon and you was the perfect thing for him. Whether the reasons why they agreed to try to court you in this relationship, every one of them thought you only deserved the best, and that included being worshiped by four muscular men.

Unfortunately, your best friend, who noticed their goal while you still stayed in your naive bubble, popped their bubble, telling them to sod off. You weren’t made for this kind of relationship; you were jealous and liked the idea of monogamy way too much. You only wanted to have one husband. That's how the agreement started none of them will pursue you, and they will only start something with you if you approach them, no more flirting, favoritism, or looming over you.

Nonetheless, they gave a fuck about their agreement, behind closed doors still trying to court you in various different ways, but how could they not? You were perfect, and they were obsessed and way too much in love with you to let someone else have you.

"Where the fuck is Ghost?" Kyle asked, looking around for the scary man with the skull face mask.

"Fucking hell, he is her date."

"Sick bastard."

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Soap walked into Ghost's barracks, eager to scream at his best friend. He was the first to love you, so Ghost should not have gone on a date with you without telling him. The betrayal felt immaculate, his best friend with the love of his life.

"Aye, Lieutenant, heard you're going on a date with the lassie."

"Johnny, it just happened."

"No hard feelings, LT. Where are you taking her?"

"Alfredo's."

"Oh, okay."

Simon looked confused at Johnny. "What's wrong?"

"Take her to a better place a steakhouse or a fish restaurant. Give her a real meal, not something cheap. Lassies love this fancy shit."

"Thanks, mate."

---------------

Your date with Ghost was okay. He was brooding over something, and as he insisted on ordering something for you as a surprise, despite you telling him no, he did it, wanting to be a posh bloke who knows what his lady wants. Soap said you liked this fancy shit and heavy meat and fish.

As you looked disgusted at the filet steak, trying not to be rude by saying you're a vegetarian, he lost it mentally, not with you but with his best friend, who betrayed him just for you. He'd do the same, of course, but it's still different, right?

The date went on way too cringy, Simon spent most of the time apologizing to you for the messed-up date, and you tried to reassure him that it was okay. When he brought you back home, he asked if he could stay the night, and you politely declined.

"Johnny, I'm going to rip your fucking head off."

"Aye, shit," Johnny screamed as he began to run.

"The date went shit, I guess?" Kyle asked, unfazed by all the screaming from the two men fighting. He acted as if he didn't let slip the information that she is vegetarian next to Johnny or told Price she liked roses after she told him for 20 minutes straight how they are overrated. The best part was no one even suspected him; he was calm about the situation, not trying to solve it with violence like Johnny and Simon. While the others played checkers, he played chess to get you.

"Yes, it was."

"I told you muppets, I'm the one who deserves her."

"Shut up, Price," Ghost scoffed.

"I think so too, Captain should have her. At least he treats her well," Kyle said with a boyish grin.

So the Captain asked you out on a date, and after some convincing, you agreed, making yourself ready and waiting for him in desperation. You looked great, hair curled, mascara applied, and in a dress that was classy but a bit sexy. You knew Price could be a guy for this, maybe a bit too old, but still, you could grow old with him, and maybe he would give you everything your innocent heart desires.

After waiting for an hour, you were sure he wouldn’t come. If only you had known that Ghost was faking an accident and Soap's promise to tell you about it, not to let the sweet angel wait for the Captain. Soap was already on the way to play the knight in shining armor, fully confident to finally sweep you off your feet and make you the future Mrs. MacTavish, his sweet little angel. Oh, how the boys would look to know that he got the heart of their sweetheart finally.

Too late.

"Hey, lovely, why are you sobbing? Do I need to punch someone for you?"

"It's embarrassing, Kyle."

"Tell me about it."

"Just had a bunch of weird dates. One wanted to only bed me, I guess, and the other stood me up," you sobbed, looking into Kyle's pretty face.

"Oh, love, you know that all these guys around the boys are head over heels fighting over you like wild animals."

"Never."

"They are, how couldn't they? You're perfect."

"You're a flirt, you know that."

"And you're too pretty to cry, you know that?" He winked at you, removing the tears from your beautiful eyes.

"You think so?"

"Mhm."

"Kyle," you asked him shyly, looking deep into his brown eyes.

"Yes?"

"Are you one of the boys who fight over me too?"

"Sure as hell, love!" He almost shouted, full of enthusiasm.

"You wouldn’t want what I want."

"And how do you know that?"

"I just want you, to know all, exclusive dating."

"Mhm, I'd give you that without a doubt, love. Just let me prove to you that I'm the right one for you, love." His hand slowly went to your face, caressing the soft skin that was still tinted by your mascara tears. "You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen." And when you looked at him with your doe eyes, he lost it, slowly pulling his rough lips on your soft ones, holding your head for dear life as if you could vanish any second. He was afraid he did something wrong, maybe scared you like a deer, but you didn't shy away; you pulled him closer, letting his lips intertwine with yours and slowly opening your mouth to let his tongue explore yours. It felt like a firework in your body; every fiber burned with pure passion as he kissed you. You didn't want to stop; you needed him as deeply as he longed for you.

"Fucking Garrick, I didn't think he’d win her over," Ghost murmured behind the wall, watching you with the others in jealousy as Kyle got their girl.

"He played us like fucking fools, telling us it's okay if we win her over," Price muttered, annoyed and kinda proud at his sneaky bastard.

"I'm more of a looker than fucking Gaz," Soap said, annoyed.

As happy as you were right now, all of the boys knew the fight for your heart wouldn’t stop until there was a ring on your finger.

[runabout-river]

Thoughts on JJK chapter 267 (spoilers)

We're coming to the end of the manga 😭

But our girl has come back! After 150 chapters? Nobara enters the fight with the predictions everyone had about her coming true: she has an eyepatch now and she used Resonance on Sukuna's last finger.

Last December I made a meta post outlining every piece of information we had on the situation and how those come together to facilitate Nobara's return. So if you're confused about that, read the post to get a feel for the mechanics that are at play here before they get revealed in the next chapters.

It's so funny how you could instantly tell that Yuta is inside Gojo and vice versa 😂

We get new information that switching souls unlike possessions doesn't grant the user access to the memories of the host. The same is true for Rika ingesting body parts to use copy on others.

We get info on how Yuta's copy works and it's not as overpowered like that but how did Yuta use copy on Inumaki before he lost his arm? It could be that Yuta, as he said, made BV to limit his usage but it could also be that Yuta can use copy without cannibalism but his count is limited to 3 or 4 CT as Yuki told us once.

Using Rika to copy more CT after that might be why body parts are required now 🤔

It's cute how Ui Ui is just sleeping while leaning on Yuji.

Yessssss!

The thing why this works so late in the manga is that Nobara didn't have open story plots left over after getting "killed". Outside of meeting Saori (which will happen when she's alive) her character arc was complete which was why the setup of her death itself was the biggest reason why we didn't believe she died.

For Megumi this is another thing though. He's full of incomplete character development, open plot threads and set ups. And I'm not gonna lie it's making me nervous how Gege will resolve all of that.

Even Sukuna still has open stuff going on: what were his origins? Why did he look sad in Yorozu's flashback? Why did he decide to turn into 20 fingers?

The last chapter will be extra long so with that and the three other chapters there is enough space at least to tackle Sukuna and Megumi together, but man...

Is it just me or do others also think that Gege has enough material and support/fame to just... make Jujutsu Kaisen 2 when he wants to? Like straight up give the manga a Shibuya like ending with the merger wreaking havoc and then make a time jump to 2024 and start JJK even more Kaisen...

Resonance

It's not shown but Utahime and Gramps might have used their support again to increase Nobara's CE output.

Also why was it just now that she woke up? Did sth happen that triggered it or was it a double effort from those around her to get her out of her coma?

And what if they actually did switch training with Nobara? Nobody told Yuji of course but it could've happened to get a healer inside of her and to get her up to speed to what was happening right now so she could make an effort to properly wake up again

When Nobara uses Resonance Yuji has a tear in his eyes 😢

And it's another blink and you'll miss it panel but after Dismantle with Yuji's next punch Sukuna pukes out his fingers again! 4 or 5 are on the ground now

So they will defeat him by literally ripping him apart from Megumi until he's 20 fingers again.

The thing is Sukuna has consumed his old body too and it might not be possible to get that out of Megumi. Megumi will not only carry mental scars from this, as well as whatever the Bath might've done to him, but part of Sukuna's essence might very well stick with him until he dies.

But also this fingers puking out business very well guarantees that Sukuna won't die by the end of the manga... jjk2

What will happen to Tengen and the merger is another big mystery right now.

The three-fold visual of Sukuna getting hit by Resonance, Dismantle and then Black Flash is awesome and shows how Sukuna is at the end of his rope. As said at the end of the last chapter, this might've very well been the last Shinjuku chapter.

I can see next chapter starting with a Sukuna flashback that should (!) turn around until we land back with Megumi.

Overall an awesome comeback for Nobara with all our she's alive theories confirmed. Now the only things left are a deep dive into Sukuna and a Megumi resolution...

[hermiones-amortentia]

Hermione's arc as a character in books

More I grow up more I realise what a disappointing character Hermione became in the last two books. Rowling ruined her whole character with narrative bias. If only she could let her face consequences for things and she learned from them.. what a great complex character she could have been.

PS- we meet Hermione, a socially awkard bookworm who is quite intelligent and shows she can break rules but most of the time she is obsessed with rules. We see Hermione panicking under pressure. So what flaws Hermione has in the 1st book?

Socially awkward, freezes under pressure, too bossy, rule follower, close minded. A character with strengths and flaws. 9.5/10.

COS- Hermione has a crush on an incompetent teacher. She learns books can be misleading. Looks can be deceiving. Still more competent than most of the teachers and figures out who the slytherin monster is. She is still uptight. But a bit less. Ron's influence is working.

Awesome character. 9/10(.5 deducted away bcz she brews a NEWT level potion. Not impossible. But very unlikely)

POA- narrative bias start but only slightly. Throughout that book Hermione refuses to control her cat and even drops him on Ron's bed despite Ron's warning. But she does apologise to Ron. She hugs him. later scabbers turns out to be Peter. So readers sub consciously side with her even though she is 100% wrong. She goes behind Harry's back and reports the firebolt. But it turns out she is right again. It was sent by Sirius. And Harry and Ron come across as assholes.

Still she helps Sirius to escape with buckbeak. 8.5/10.

GOF- everyone is dying to date an int Quidditch star. Hermione is totally uninterested. But whom does he choose? Hermione!!!! Hermione just use hair potion and wears a pretty dress robes. Bam!! She is the most beautiful person at the ball. Even Draco and pansy, her school bullies are stunned.

Ron comes across as an asshole for not seeing her beauty and treating her terribly. Ron thinks Krum is using her. Hermione thinks Krum is great. AGAIN she is right. Krum has no ill intention. He is the prince charming and treats Hermione with all the respect, kindness. But Hermione rejects him even though he is on the paper is written to be much much much more desirable than her canon love interest. Just show me a single character flaw of Krum(except for having strong affinity towards underage girls) I will be waiting. You can't. Bcz Krum is a plot device to stroke JKR's ego. Yes. Hermione is JKR.

She also stands by Harry's side when Ron and everyone else turns on Harry. She kidnaps Skeeter and puts her in a jar. Kidnaps a human being!! But who does the narrative side with? Her. Bcz Rita is a nasty, vile destructive bitch who needs to learn her lesson.

She also starts to fight against house elf enslavement. But atleast narrative shows her method is all wrong. 6/10.

OOTP- Hermione is lot less uptight now. Good character development. She is also socially less awkward. She arranges DA meetings. She meets new ppl and she hardly ever loses patience with Harry when he is shouting at her and Ron 24/7. She is a lot snipy towards Ron in this book idk why. May be she hates that she is falling in love with him when he seems to vibe in his own world.

She scars a girl's face. Who does the narrative side with? Her. Bcz Marietta is a snitch.

She tells Harry voldy is trying to trap him. And she is right. As usual. Sirius dies bcz of Harry's idiocy. She also knits hats and tries to force them on elves. But again narrative shows that her method is wrong. 7/10.

HBP- the limit of bias. She attacks Ron with birds for dating lav. But who does get the blame? RON. The passage ends with 'Harry thought he heard a sob'. That means forget that Hermione attacked Ron with birds. Forget that Ron is in pain. Hermione is crying. She is the victim. Feel for her. Not him.

She laughs 'unkindly' at his moustache. Ron mocks her back. She starts crying. Who does Harry side with? Hermione.

And don't get me started on Ron/Lav. While Krum's sole pupose is to show how superior he is to Ron. Lavender's sole purpose is to show why Hermione is superior to her in every way and what an idiot Ron is for not seeing it. Their kissing scenes are written with phrases 'plunger being withdrawn from the sink'

She tells Harry the HBP book is dangerous. Again she is right. Harry almost murders malfoy. But she denies that malfoy is a DE and she is proven wrong afterwards. 3/10. HBP is my least favourite book.

DH- she does the 90% work during their camping trip. She rescues them from Lovegood's house. She rescues them from the ministry. So now she is great under pressure.

She also lies to Bellatrix while being crucioed. She denies Hallows existence. But Harry proves her wrong.

And the most crucial one. Ron breaks under pressure. He leaves. Hermione stays. Again she proves she is 'better' than Ron.

By the end of DH she has little to no flaw. She has overcome most of her flaws she has in PS. 6/10.

This is Hermione's whole arc. She didnt live up to the expectation. She was a much much better character in the 1st 3 books. But the narrative bias hindered her growth by justifying her all wrongdoings. I still love the 1st 3 book Hermione. The latter version is disappointing.

And the less I will talk about that one dimensional mary sue in movies more it will be better.

[igotanidea]

Specter: Jason Todd x ghost!reader (pt 1)

Warnings: death of reader (duh!), death and resurrection of the other main character, angst

***

She was his best friend.

His only friend.

More than his friend.

Knowing each other since they were kids running loose on the streets of Gotham forced to tend to themselves.

He chuckled at the memory of their first meeting.

Fighting over few apples and a half loaf of bread she managed to rim from some man while batting her elalashes and making innocent face of a street-starving girl.

Well, she was a street starving girl, but as far away from innocent as they come, of which fact Jason was almost brutally made aware upon trying to steal some of it from her. Gaining a bruised eye and a scratch that left a tiny scar on his arm instead.

A well-deserved scar, cause even after all those years he was mentally cringing at the memory he was actually trying to rob a girl his age of food. Terrible thought. In his defence, he was starving himself.

Fortunately, they somehow came to an agreement and since then, there was always someone to care for and who could take care of them by their side.

Y/N and Jason.

Together even when not.

Inseparable even after that batmobil-tires accident, cause there was no way in hell Jason would start living with the Bruce Wayne and left his best only friend behind.

Nah.

So would anyone be surprised that after a while they actually started falling in love? Or maybe they were in love from the beggining since the apples but never noticed?

The point however stood, obvious to everyone but those two donkey level stubborn young adults.

So apart from a few stolen kisses, helluva blushing, talking through the nights, secret awkward hugs and one attempt at intimacy, nothing—

Ok, you know what scratch that last sentence. A LOT has happened in the span of a few weeks. And it brought them significantly closer. Hoping for more and actually trying to work towards more.

So when Jason, at the mature age of 16 went for another Batman-related mission, he pecked her lips and promised to have the real talk about their future when he gets back.

Spoiler alert: He never did.

And when Batman walked to the Batcave with no Robin to follow him and broke the news it was like Y/N’s heart was gone with Jason’s life.

Torn from her chest since at that moment it stopped beating and everything lost its meaning.

She refused to eat, drink, talk and get up in the morning. Spending her days in isolation or sitting by his symbolical grave since the body was never found.

Withering her young life away at the graveyard.

No one ever told her the truth.

***

Miraculously Jason came back five years later. Completely different than a scrawny kid everyone used to know him. Raging terror upon Gotham for a while before actualy forming some kind of allegiance with the Bats. And at some point, the question had to be asked. And the hard truth had to be revealed.

„Where is Y/N?” he whispered, getting shy, gulit, regret and remorse filling him to the brim as he was searching through the entire manor in search for her.

A few saddened looks were exchanged between his siblings as those words rung in the air.

Oh, no.

„Where the hell is she?!” Jason yelled, ready to punch a wall, hit Dick in the face and beat the shit out of Bruce for keeping something from him.

„Jaybrird—„

„Do not fucking call me that Grayson! Where is my Y/N?!”

„No one told you—„

„She;s dead.” Damian muttered, unaware of the consequences of dropping such a bomb on his brother. „We burried her a year—„

Jason roared like a wounded animal, nearly making the glass in the window shutter.

„DEAD?!!”

„Jason—„

„STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”

„I think you should-„

„YOU DON’T GET TO TELL ME WHAT I SHOULD BE DOING DICKHEAD!”

The rage creeping inside Jason’s head and heart was suffocating. Beating the post-Pit madness multiple times and seeming neverending. He panted and wailed, wanting to destroy something. Kill someone. Anyone, but preferably the one responsible for Y/N;s premature departure from the world. Set a fire to the manor. Break into the League of Assasin’s headquarters and let them kill him. For good this time. Crawl into the deepest darkest pit and die.

„Jason—„

„WHO DID THIS?!”

„It was—„

„I WANT A NAME!”

„We don’t-„

„I WANT THAT PERSON;S HEAD ON A STICK!”

No matter how hard Dick, Tim, Cass, Steph and Barbara tried to get to him (cause obviously Damian was just watching with curiosity), nothign worked.

„It was an accident.” Bruce muttered, finally joining the family allured by the screams.

„AN ACCIDENT?!”

„A car crash. She was just a pedestian, did nothing wrong. The driver was DUI.”

„SO WHAT?! YOU’RE A FUCKING BILLIONAIRE, YO COULDN’T HAVE PROVIDED HER WITH A GOOD FUCKING DOCTOR!?”

„She died instantly.”

„SHE—„ Jason’s voice broke, all the anger finally subsiding replaced by the pain. „She what- ?”

„I am sorry jason…”

„SHE WAS YOUR RESPONSIBLITY!”

„No, she was your resposibilty Jason. You were the one who befrended her, fell for her, brought her into this life. Should have known better.”

„SHUT UP!”

„She stayed here after you died instead of moving forward, unable to forget you.”

„SHUT THE FUCK UP!” it was impossible to listen to Bruce only fueling up the guilt and pain iside Jason’s heart.

„She—„

„Master Bruce.” Now Alfred came into the scene, preventing another blood bath that were bound to happen between a father and a son. ‘Perhaps we should give master Jason some space now. Miss Y/N’s death took a heavy toll on all of us, didn;t it?”

”Hm.”

„Come Jay. Upstairs.” Cass smiled at him to the best of her abilities „You need rest.”

Hazily he took a few steps forward but didn;t miss Bruce’s pained whisper and haunted expression.

„You’re not the only one who lost her…”

***

It’s been five years since then.

But now, as Jason was standing by her grave it all felt surreal.

Y/N Y/L/N, daughter, friend, prankster.

That last word was something she would laugh at.

But he was not.

Five years. The same amount he was gone, same amount for which she believed him to be dead, visiting his grave.

Did she feel all those feels he was dealing with right now?

Emptiness.

Numbness.

Anger.

And that pressuring what if-.

They could have been happy together. Working though their difficulties and becoming real. Maybe starting a family. Escaping all this shitty vigilantism life pushed them both into.

Destroying both of their lifes.

One cold six feet under, the other cold six feet inside.

„I miss you.” He whispered in the space, putting a buquet of flowers on the ground next to the ledger „You will forever be the one to haunt me.”

With that he turned around, walking away with head hung low and hands in the pockets of his jacket.

Getting back to his apartment.

In which she could have been with him if things were to work out differently.

part 2 : phantom

[anarchiii]

The Shadowsinger’s lover-3 —ACOTAR AU

Part three | warnings: fluff, language, little bit of angst, | Azriel x Rhys!sister

Summary; Rhys’ sister comes home, finally, and the the new members of the inner circle are surprised to learn that she (we are gonna call her ‘Selene’) and Azriel are Mates and have been for over two hundred years.

Note; this is an AU it’s not in the books.

Masterlist / Series Masterlist

Selene’s POV

“Why do I have to meet them? I don’t want to” She groaned, Rhys wanted her to meet his mate’s sisters, “sel, they are apart of your family, you need to meet them. Do it for me. Please? I’ll let you hold Nyx.” Her brother pleaded. “Fine” “thank you!” He gave her a rib-crushing hug in return. she was only doing this for her nephew, not him, screw her brother. Besides, she didn’t particularly want to meet the second oldest Archeron, Elain. Azriel had told her about the sweet faced girl. And her little crush on her mate. She didn’t trust anyone that seemed to nice or friendly, they always turned out to be the most dangerous, she’d learned that from experience.

“Get off me, you brute” Selene hissed when he hadn’t let go in fifteen seconds, ten seconds was an acceptable amount of time for a hug, he needed to learn that, Rhys muttered a curse under his breath at her. She was feeling merciful today so she didn’t whoop his ass. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t fight him later, prick. “I’m going to ignore the insults you-oh-so-love to say to me.”

“I’m just telling the truth, mother always said that you should never lie, I’m doing what she told me.” She said while batting her lashes at him. He may know how to rile her up but she damn well knew how to do it to him as-well. She saw a muscle flicker in his jaw, that told her that it was working, “don’t use mother’s words against me, Selene. I don’t appreciate it.”

She saw raw, unfiltered power flicker in his eyes, and for a second, she felt fear course through her body. She sometimes forgot how powerful her brother was and how he only needed to snap his fingers and she’d be dead, not to mention that his entire inner circle was made up of lethal warriors—perhaps even Elain—that would do anything the high lord asked of them, he could obliterate the House of Wind and the surrounding mountains without losing a fraction of his powers. A chill ran down Selene’s spine at the fact. Maybe she shouldn’t mess with him, not right now, later perhaps.

“That’s what I thought” Rhys glared at her, she glared right back. Her knuckles turned white from clenching them so hard. She really. Really, wanted to punch him right now, but she couldn’t. She wanted to see her nephew, “your safe for now. You lucky bastard.” “Yeah yeah,”

Her brother smirked, he put a hand around her waist and the other on the back of her knees, she hated this part of flying, when anyone that wasn’t Azriel had to fly her, she didn’t like anyone else touching her—especially not her brother. For obvious reasons.

“Okay, hold on.” Rhys said, that smirk still plastered on his face.

“I swear to the gods, Rhys, if you drop—”

He jumped off the balcony and took off fast, the air whipping at her face making her unable to talk, she had to shut her eyes because the wind was making them leak with her tears. Selene grabbed her brother’s collar hard. She really, really, didn’t want him to drop her, she’s come to hate flying, it brought back to many memories of when she could fly. She didn’t often think about what had happened so many years ago. Sometimes she could still feel the weight of those beautiful ebony wings, everyone apart from Azriel thought the scars on her back had been healed. In reality. They were shielded away from sight with a glamour that was up at all times, the only times the shield was down was when she was alone with her mate, even then, Selene didn’t let him touch the scars too long.

Selene tried not to stare to long at the others wings, because then they’d look at her with that same pitiful expression, Rhys’ would be full of guilt and pain—like he could’ve stopped what had happened. She shuddered at the thoughts.

Rhys looked down at her, violet eyes met hers, they softened, “stop that.” Selene said, “people will think you aren’t as dangerous as everyone makes you out to be, you can’t have that happen. Now. Can you?”

“No” he answered back, “I suppose I can’t” she nodded her head in agreement, she looked down at the city that was growing in size the closer they got to it. Velaris was beautiful. Yes, there was no denying that but, she had seen and explored every nook and cranny of the city, she was growing bored of it. Velaris had never been her home. she’d always known that, she wanted to go somewhere new, a place where no one knew her name. A place where the citizens wouldn’t fear Azriel. A place where they could raise their children and not constantly worry that someone—or something—would want to harm them, but she couldn’t do that, this was her mate’s home, this where her brother and his family were. Gods forbid she leave and get a letter saying they had been killed. she couldn’t bear to lose another one of her family because she was selfish.

It was her fault Selene and her mother were going to go see Rhysand, she had begged and begged to see him, she’d missed him horribly, they were never apart when they were younger. She didn’t want him to grow up and be high lord. Rhys had never wanted to be in that position, she’s lucky her father never saw fit to betroth her.

And just like that, they were landing in-front of Rhys’ townhouse, her brother gently lowered her down until her feet touched the plush grass, he clapped her on the back before saying. “I can’t wait for you to meet them. You’ll love them, I promise,” he then guided her into the grand house, the interior was nice—clearly someone knew what they were doing, paintings were hung up all over the walls. The smell of flowers greeted her nose along with the smell of fresh bread. You could tell someone actually lived here. She could appreciate that, they walked through a room and they were then in a lounge, there were blankets and pillows everywhere, the crackling of the nearby fire met her ears. Cassian and the sharp-faced female were on one of the many chairs. The general had an arm around the woman’s shoulder—that was odd—he smiled when he saw her.

“My friends” he started, “I’d love for you to meet my mate, Nesta, Nesta this is my dearest friend—and sister. Selene. She is Rhys’ sister,” he gestured to her, the female—Nesta, smiled at her slightly before tucking herself into her mate’s chest. She wanted to be friends with her. She knew that much.

In the corner of her eye she saw Rhys’ mate coke around the corner, a babe in her arms—her nephew, finally, Feyre pecked her brother’s lips before turning her gaze to her. There was a certain sparkle that was in her eyes. As if the Sidra was a person, that’s what she looked like, her nephew squealed when he spotted her, that brought a rare smile to her face—one that didn’t go unnoticed by Rhysand, Feyre gently placed Nyx into her arms. He immediately latched his little arms around her and buried his face in her chest. She’d never been good with kids so this was a surprise, “oh my, I don’t think I’ve ever seen little Nyx get so attached to someone so quickly, poor Amren is going to be devastated when she finds out Nyx has a new favourite” she said giggling, Selene could tell why her brother had so easily fallen in love with her, it was impossible not too.

Feyre and Selene exchanged introductions eventually, them both getting on well with each other, surprisingly, that fact had Rhys smiling.

Just when things were getting good, another soul breezed into the room wearing a floral-pink dress and a bright smile—probably Elain, she was glad her mate wasn’t there, she didn’t particularly feel like having to pull the girl off of him. “Hi! You must be Rhysand’s friend, so nice to finally meet you!” Her voice was like honey. Dripping from her mouth, it was a wonder why she wasn’t residing in Spring or Day instead of Night, she was too sweet for this place, she was too sweet for Azriel, why she had rejected the mating bond too Lucien Vanserra she didn’t know.

Lucien was a good male, she had met him a few times, and on each of those occasions he had been nothing but polite and friendly, hopefully the reason for not accepting the bond was not because of the male she shared a bed with. “Actually.” Her brother said with a strained smile, “this is my sister, Elain, and I’d hope you’ll respect her as I would not like to hear that you are not,”

The middle Archeron’s eyes momentarily flickered to the high lord, annoyance clearly visible on her face, Feyre sighed, the youngest Archeron plucked her son from Selene’s arms. The babe started tearing up at the loss of contact. She wouldn’t admit it but she too, wanted to keep holding the boy, she’d always loved kids but they had never seemed to reciprocate the same affection, children was a bit of a touchy subject for her and Azriel so she rarely brought it up, though she did hope one day she would have the gift of bearing his children. Even if it would most certainly not be any time soon.

“Well, I’d love to get to know you more, Selene, but I have to go to the bakery, buh-bye now!” She said before turning on her heels and skipping her way out of the room. “I’ll have to go to. Sadly. I have to put little Nyxie to bed before he starts fussing,” she waved at her before leaving the room.

She’d barely met Elain and yet she already desperately needed some good wine, apparently Nesta sensed that because she pulled out a fresh bottle from the nearby liquor cabinet, Selene chuckled and grabbed a glass before plopping onto the lounge next to Nesta.

-

When she walked through the doors to their shared bedroom she immediately spotted her mate hunched over his desk, papers strewn across its mahogany surface, his hair was messy from what looked like fingers running through it, she walked up behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders. Rubbing circles into the scarred skin. Undoing tight knots, Azriel sighed and threw his head back into her chest, she ran her fingers through his hair causing him to purr like a cat. “How did it go?” He whispered. “I suppose it went alright, Elain was an absolute joy to meet, I like Nesta, she’s nice” he laughed in response, “I’m sorry you had to deal with her. I’m proud of you that you managed to keep your cool.”

She leaned over him and kissed him forehead, that made him get up and lay her down on the bed, peppering her everywhere with sweet gentle kisses.

They were soon under the covers with their body as close as it could be, her face was buried in the crook of his neck, she heard his breathing become calmer. Its rhythm one she could fall asleep to anywhere. “Hey, Az?”

“Yeah?”

…

“Have you ever thought about having kids?”

The End.

Note: did you notice the reference to the song ‘too sweet’ by Hozier? I love the song, it’s not often I like songs that are recently made but this is truly one of a kind.🤍

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[uhzuku]

— 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞 ; 𝐤. 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Y/N keeps kissing him, their hands traveling up and down the length of his body; the muscles are strong and the scars are many, but he’s still the most beautiful creature they’ve ever laid eyes on — an impatient creature.

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: my hero academia | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: keigo takami/gn!reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜:3.17k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gn!reader, a/b/o dynamics, omega hawks, alpha reader, no he/she pronouns for reader but they have a dick, hawks has a pussy bc omega, anal creampie, fake dating ( mating? yeah ), malesub, breeding kink, lovemaking, handholding, begging, crying, choking, spitting, light angst, canon divergence, spoilers for s6 of bnha.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

“When the time comes, you’ll need to trust them — it’ll sound crazy, and you’ll be angry and offended at first, but promise me you’ll do it, Keigo.”

Hawks hadn’t known what this… version of himself had meant when he’d been slung through universes ( and wasn’t that a wild fucking thought? ) by a kid accidentally using their quirk on him after being scared two years after his debut. There weren’t many differences, only that she was older and mated and… well... female, but regardless Hawks had stuck with her for the two days he’d been lost. She had been him, after all, and he’d never lead himself astray. She’d made sure to not let him see any important parts of history from her time back to the time he was from, including telling her mate to sleep elsewhere for the time he was stuck there; Hawks had felt oddly guilty hearing the person rumble questions through the phone before quietly agreeing and hanging up, then even more so when the female version of himself admitted that stuff like this had happened before but they’d promised not to keep one another out of it, so her mate was mad at her now. 

He’d never found out if they’d made up; part of Hawks always worried about it. 

It had been a few years since then; Hawks had, five years ago, found out who she’d meant when she’d made him promise to trust ‘them’ once the war was over and he realized that the chance of his wings never being the same was higher than his chances for full recovery. The alpha that she’d vaguely mentioned had pulled him into a supply closet when he’d been on his way to a meeting with what remained of the HPSC, and they’d begged him to “Please, please don’t fight,” and that what they needed to ask of him was important. He’d worked with them before and they’d never shown any hint at being untrustworthy, so he had hesitantly stopped struggling, and they’d asked him to let them scent and mark him; he’d been furious when they’d asked, had yelled and reared a hand back to hit them — but then he remembered what he’d been told all those years before, and he’d frozen. After that, despite the panicked signals going off in his mind, Hawks had let it happen. They’d gone into the meeting, and then he’d been informed that he would be put through a mandatory breeding program. ‘“Your genes are too precious to waste!”’ one official had said, trying to soothe him as he fought against it. The alpha that had come in with him stood quietly in the corner, waiting for the roar to die down, and once everyone was silent with the officials looking victorious and Hawks cradling his head in his hands, they stepped forward and informed the Commission workers that their little plan wouldn’t bear fruit considering the two of them were already at the end of their courting period and would soon mate. 

Hearing that had had Hawks looking at them in shock, but they just kept talking with the now red-faced officials  as it all started making sense in his mind: the scenting, the urgency, the bites — Y/N had been tipped off. Y/N was helping him. A soft smile made its way to his face as they had just crossed their arms and allowed the officials to screech and wail before ending the argument with a simple, “Well, we can always take it up with the International Mating Center; Gods know that they’d be more than eager to publicly work on a case of this magnitude.” 

That had been the end of it; no one wanted to fight against the IMC, it was practically suicide. Hawks had left the meeting room with Y/N, and that had been it — they’d told him that he could do whatever he wanted now since the Commission wouldn’t be on his back over the next few years before his contract ended as long as it seemed like they were together, and Hawks had been fine with that. They’d moved into a giant apartment together to keep up appearances, and it was big enough for them to both have their own spaces; they’d more or less been socially glorified roommates. 

Of course at some point Hawks did feel trapped by the entire arrangement, and it had led to many one-sided arguments from him to Y/N, who always just… took it ( something that filled Hawks with guilt no matter how he looked at it; they always were so patient and soft with him no matter how hot-tempered and sharp he got ). Hawks had stormed out of the apartment or locked himself in his room more nights than he could remember, always after his own space so his anger could quell… but as the heat cooled, the emotions were always the same: guilt, first and foremost, over yelling at Y/N when they’d been so fucking good to him and had done so much, and then sadness over the fact that he still didn’t know how to be a good fucking person and treated people that clearly cared about him like shit. Eventually all these feelings exploded in the worst way on one of Y/N’s work nights, Hawks screaming at them to ‘for once show some kind of emotion!’, and when they’d not he’d locked himself away. Y/N had had to leave Hawks alone in the house while they went out, and Hawks had been so angry for hours. He was still angry even when he got the call, annoyed because the person calling wouldn’t stop no matter how long he ignored them, but it morphed into something more akin to terror when the person on the other end came through clearly. 

“This is the pro hero Hawks, correct? I’m Dr. Kimura Taishiro from Fukuoka General Hospital; hospital staff has been trying to reach you for the last hour and a half — your mate, pro hero L/N, has been injured on the field. It’s severe, and we aren’t sure if it will end up being fatal, so we advise that you hurry here to their side as quickly as possible just in case the worst should come to pass.”

Hawks had never moved faster in his life. 

He’d reached them in under half an hour, finding his place at their side and just falling apart. They were so bruised and cut up and burned — they’d gone through hell, they’d needed him,  and he’d been pouting in his room like a child. 

The last thing he’d done was yell at them. 

He wound up staying there for weeks, unmoving and set in his vigil. He bathed them and tended to their hair and smothered them in his scent. “Please,” he’d whispered, and more than once, “I — I need you to come back to me…” His hand was more often than not tightly clasping theirs, his nose constantly nudging against their scent gland, and tears frequently sparkling in his eyes. He cried most nights, angry at himself for the last time they spoke involving him in anger, and for how he’d taken them for granted. He cared for them more than he realized, and now the chance of them dying was crushing; he missed them. It takes three months, but eventually they woke — and the first thing they’d seen was not a nurse or doctor, not a Commission worker, and not Hawks. 

What they saw was Keigo.

He was asleep, his head in his arms and tears sparkling in his lashes and his hand held in theirs. His palms were warm, and the sight of him slightly eased the pain that came with breathing in and out. A soft smile twists their lips, and they wince as they reach their free hand to brush his hair from his eyes; it had grown so much in the time they’d been asleep, and the length suited him well. 

The movement had woken him, and he blinked awake slowly, his golden eyes lazily glancing around the room until they lock on Y/N’s. He tensed up, his eyes widened, and then he leapt at them, tucking his head into their neck. It was painful for Y/N, but the feeling of hot tears against the skin of their shoulder had them pushing through it. Keigo had pulled back, his eyes shining with tears as he said, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry-! I’ll never yell at you again, I’m sorry!”, and then he’d kissed them like he’d never get another chance to in his life. 

His taste was sweet and good, and his lips were so soft and hot — just as they were now.  “Want you to fuck me,“ Keigo whimpers, his lips pressed against  yours, “Please, please  fuck me — want your cock so bad!” It’s been five years since their first kiss, and their real mating anniversary was next week — but that didn’t stop them from fucking like beasts every other day whenever sq the mood struck. 

Y/N keeps kissing him, their hands traveling up and down the length of his body; the muscles are strong and the scars are many, but he’s still the most beautiful creature they’ve ever laid eyes on — an impatient creature. 

“Mmm… fuck my throat?” Keigo whimpers pleadingly, making Y/N’s breathing stutter against his mouth and their nails dig into his waist for a second. Keigo continues, his arms thrown around Y/N’s shoulders as he straddles them while the two kiss. “I know you love that, I know I’m good at it — will you? Alpha, please-!”

“What, Kei’? You want me to fuck your throat like it’s your whore cunt?” Y/N growls, grabbing him by the neck and lightly squeezing it on either side; Keigo’s eyes roll back, his mouth falling open and tongue lolling out a little. 

“Y-Yes,” he moans, his words slurred as he says, “Wanna milk your cock with my throat — please fuck me!”

“You need to make up your mind, angel,” Y/N chuckles softly, “Do you want me to fuck your ass or your throat?”

“Bo-oth!” he wails, squeezing his eyes shut. Tears sparkle in their corners, and Y/N swallows hard and moves him so his cunt is being ground against their thigh by their own sheer force. Soft moans fall from Keigo’s lips, his breathing and heart rate quickening as his clit swells and presses against the muscle of their leg. Incoherent babbling falls from his lips, babbling that easily shift to nothing but moans and whines paired with Keigo grabbing at his alpha. 

“Use your words, honey,” Y/N reminds him gently, pressing down especially hard so his clit would clip across their knee, and Keigo wails as the twinge of heat in his belly expands into a crackling fire. 

“Mmmmm… F-Fill me up with your cock, Alpha, I need it! W-Wanna feel your balls slap against my a-ass!” Keigo moans, sounding more and more like a fucking whore by the second as he takes movement upon himself and begins humoing Y/N’s thigh like a bitch in heat. “I can take it! I promise — and I’ve been a good boy!”

Y/N watches him on his path to coming undone, their eyes glittering darkly from lust as the soft wings on his back, newly regrown after this year’s molting flutter in quick bursts as the pleasure builds. “What do we say?” Y/N purrs softly, their own heart beginning to race, and Hawks moans lower and lets his head fall forward to rest against his mate’s shoulder. 

“Please. Please fuck me, Alpha,” he begs, and Hawks yelps as they gently push him off their lap and turn him around. He presents for them without being given the command, slightly spreading his legs and arching his back so his ass is high in the air while carelessly crossing his arms ever so slightly. Waggling his ass in hopes of tempting them, he inhales quickly when he feels them tap their cock against it, and he begins to tremble giddily; he’d been a slut for their cock for years now, and he couldn’t wait to be filled so completely that he could barely stand the thickness. The taps turn to full slaps and he whines, burying his face in his arms and forcing his ass back further into their crotch. “N-Need it, give it — force your cock in me, I can take you!”

They study him, eyes dark and hungry, and then their hands are on his hips; their grip is tight and near-bruising, and it makes him let out a whine that evolves into a long moan when they lift their right hand from his him to press their cockhead against the entrance to his cunt, gently applying pressure. The slight force behind it makes him tremble, and he lets out a loud gasped cry as the tip pops in, his eyes wide and pupils blown and wings splayed out from the feeling that was always so surprising despite how frequently they fucked. Y/N gently presses their hips forward, sinking more of their cock into his tight, slick heat, their eyes squeezed shut as his inner tie gently massages their knot; neither have swollen, but the areas are so sensitive regardless, and shocks of pleasure always ring true when they slip into their mate like this.  

Keigo lets out stuttered whimpers, his breathing quickened as his mate moves to bottom out inside him, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips as Y/N’s hips meet his ass and their cock is buried inside him to the root. His mate pulls out slowly, mindful of his sensitive insides, and his wings flutter excitedly while he swallows the spit that had accumulated in his mouth; a startled screech is torn from his lips as Y/N rolls their hips hard back into him, bottoming out again all at once so deeply that their tip kisses the opening to his cervix. His eyes are wide and his own golden eyes have darkened to a deep amber, and their frantic pace begins. 

The bedframe slams loudly against the wall, echoing through the next rooms over and ringing easily in the mating pair’s ears. Keigo’s feathers stand on end and practically vibrate as his alpha’s cock fills his insides, which conform perfectly to the length they belonged to. He squeezes around them, his breathing getting heavier at the snarl that follows, then lets out a wail at the loss of their cock when they pull out and move to push him over. 

“On your fucking back,” they growl, and he swallows hard and does as told. Before he’s even completely laid back they’re back on top of him and forcing themselves inside, making him shriek and throw his arms around them as their cock hammers at soft, sensitive places deep inside that only they had ever touched before. His body sings for them in ways Keigo had never known he was capable of doing before he’d met them, and tears roll down his cheeks from the pleasure he was filled with. 

“O-Oh God — oh f-fuck — oh ple-ease-!” he wails, his toes starting to curl as his body raced towards the edge that was his impending orgasm. Y/N roughly takes him by the chin  with one hand mid thrust, forcing him to look at them dead in the eyes. Theirs are black with lust, and their intent is more than clear; Keigo swallows hard, fighting back a whimper then letting out a surprised cry when Y/N forces his mouth open wide. His eyes widen almost comically when they take the opportunity to spit two big, thick globs of their saliva inside it twice, almost as if to claim the man beneath them. Blinking furiously, he swallows the mixture of his and their saliva that had gathered in his mouth and breathes heavily while making eye contact despite being dazed, the whines falling from his lips making their eyes flash with lust heavy enough that, against their better judgment and the nature of their rendezvous, they lock their lips together as they’re buried deep inside of him. 

They kiss hard, tongues almost fighting to trade maws as stars shine in his eyes while his golden gaze goes hazy, and he laughs drunkenly against their mouth as their lips slap wetly together before Y/N suddenly pulls away, a thick thread of saliva connecting their mouths. It breaks as they pull back and all the way out of Keigo’s slick cunt, the strand of spit between them falling into his chest and making the skin glisten as they bury themself back inside all at once, yanking a shocked scream from his throat. The kiss drunk look in his eyes disappears as their cock slams against his prostate and he keens; they slap him across the face aggressively, but that just makes him call out for them. “I — I — I — A-Alpha-!”

Another slap; his face is stinging furiously now and is a maraschino cherry red that matches his ass cheeks. He can barely take it; it all felt so fucking good. He wanted to go slow sometimes, yeah, but fuck if he didn’t enjoy being absolutely wrecked. 

The coil in his stomach starts to tighten up as his climax approaches, and he whimpers and grabs at whatever bit of body he can reach within reason, grasping desperately at his alpha. 

“What do you need?” they rumble lowly, conscious of his comfort even when pounding him like a common whore, and he whines needily. 

“Wan’ — Wan’ y’to cum with me!” he wails, “I’m g-gonna cum, please cum with me, I want it s-so bad!”

He’s sobbing now, tears rushing down his cheeks like those who mourn,, and his alpha brings one hand up to cup his slap-stung cheeks as their knot swells. A soft smile curls the corners of their mouth up, and they press their forehead against Keigo’s and grind their cock deep inside. “Cum for me, dove,” they purr softly, and Keigo lets out a shrill scream as he tightens up around them and his tie locks around their swollen knot. 

They growl above him, their forehead sliding from his to press against his shoulder, and his nails dig into their scareed back desperately as his entire body spasms beneath them. 

“Please, please, please,” he whispers in a soft mantra, gasping for air that was not withheld from him, before finally going limp, relaxing into the mattress and soaking up the rich scent of his mate and sex and himself and home that filled his senses so perfectly. Y/N lowers themself down to carefully lay on top of him, their weight a comforting pressure. 

“I love you,” he whispers weakly, nuzzling his nose against their scent gland and taking long, deep inhales of their scent. His alpha chuckles, and he preens as they squeeze him tight one good time. 

“I love you too, Kei’.”

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[avengerscompound]

Shared Experience - Chapter 3

Shared Experience - A Captain America Fanfic

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Rating:  E

Warnings:  lots of blood talk, i dunno, you’re reading a vampire fic, you should probably expect that.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Rose Astor

Word Count: 2162

Summary:  Rose Astor met her end in 1920, joining the ranks of the living dead two years after the birth of Steve Rogers.  A century later the two meet in battle - a beacon of light clashing with a creature of the night.  Despite their differences, the two bond over their shared life experiences.  Can a vampire become an Avenger?  Can two such different beings create a life together?

Chapter 3

Rose was beginning to feel like a science experiment.

After agreeing to Steve Rogers’ conditions of release - she’d prove to him that she wasn’t a danger to society by joining the Avengers - she was taken to see Bruce Banner and Tony Stark.

They had been poking and prodding at her ever since.

It had started with them taking her blood.  It was always so strange to Rose how slow it flowed when people tried to draw it with a needle.  If she opened her wrist, it gushed from her like a fountain.  She’d seen a vampire beheaded once, and he’d exploded blood on everything within a ten-foot radius.  There had been more blood than vampire or so she had thought at the time.  Yet the few times someone had tried drawing her blood with a needle it had oozed out like molasses.

After they’d taken blood, they’d done a full body scan and then made her run on a treadmill at different speeds and inclinations.  Then they’d tested how long she could hold her breath.  When the time seemed to be infinite, they assumed she must have been cheating somehow and had her stand at the bottom of a tank of water.  When it was clear she didn’t need to breathe, they let her out and allowed her to dry off and change.

They’d given her a bag of blood after that, and she sat sipping it through a straw like it was some kind of macabre Capris Sun, while Bruce and Tony ran some further tests.

“You don't have a blood pressure,” Tony said, looking over the readings as his fingers worried at his beard.  “How can you not have a blood pressure?”

“I'm the living dead?” Rose replied.  “I thought we'd already established that.”

“But you have blood, and your heart does beat.  The blood pumps through your system.  Therefore, you should have a blood pressure.  Even if it was low, it should exist.”

“You’re friends with a god, correct?” Rose said.  “That is to say, you personally know a Norse deity and you're questioning why the vampire doesn't have blood pressure.”

“Thor is a man who owns a hammer that conducts electricity,” Tony argued. “You were born a human and now you don’t have blood pressure.”

“Just like all humans eventually,” she said, taking a sip from the blood bag.

Bruce approached her and began to look at the burn marks on her collarbone and hand.  “You healed from the broken spine.  Why not from these?”

Rose sighed.  It went against every ounce of her nature to tell someone her weaknesses.  But most were out there in the mythos.  It was likely whether she told them or not, they’d try them against her if they ever felt threatened.  Maybe telling them what they were would help build the trust she needed to earn to gain her freedom.  “There are a few things that vampires have trouble recovering from.  Just like everyone else if you cut off our heads, or ram a stake through our hearts it will kill us.  Fire and sunlight will turn us to ash if exposed for too long.  But we heal quickly from most things.  Even from being burned by the sun if we can quickly get to cover.  The exceptions are silver and symbols of faith will burn us, and those scars stick around for decades.”

Both Bruce and Tony were taking notes.  Rose assumed they were keeping track of the things that would hurt or kill her if they needed it.  She had to fight the urge to take them both out now to show them that knowing her weaknesses didn’t make her weak.

When Bruce turned back to her, he took a closer look at the mark on her collarbone.  “So this one was the crucifix Steve used on you,” Bruce said.  “But what about this one?”  He turned her hand over, exposing her blistered palm.

“That was where I caught the shield,” she said.

“But that’s not Christian Iconography,” Bruce said.

“No,” she said with a small shake of her head. “It’s not about Christianity.  It’s about faith.  Crucifixes.  Stars of David.  Those little necklaces in the shape of Thor’s hammer.  Symbols that people believe in.”

“And Cap’s shield falls into that category?” Tony asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It shocked me too,” she said.  “But it seems that way.”

“Weird,” Tony said.

“Is there anything that will help it heal faster?  Would treating it the way we do burns help?” Bruce asked.

“You could try cutting my hand off, but regrowing bones is a bitch.  Maybe if you took the skin right off?”  she said.  “But I don’t want to go through the pain of that either.  If I eat properly for the next couple of weeks there will be a scar but it will be essentially healed.”  She took a long drink from the bag and held it up, swishing it from side to side.  “This is disgusting, by the way.  It’s like a can of boiled mutton, only it lacks the salt.”

“Well, I’m very sorry our blood isn’t up to your standards,” Tony snarked.  “I’m sure you’re used to the rare AB negative or the blood of virgin royalty.”

“To quote What We Do in the Shadows; ‘If you are going to eat a sandwich, you would just enjoy it more if you knew no one had fucked it.’   But it’s not that,” Rose said.  “Do you know what they do to blood when you donate it?  They pull out all the white blood cells.  Then they separate the plasma from the red blood cells.  Then they wash it.  By the time it’s in here, half of the stuff I need has been taken out.  This is like eating white bread.  It’ll fill me up, but it’s not going to keep me alive.  You do want to keep me alive right?  You don’t want me going feral and draining everyone?  What do you think will happen to me if I drink your blood, Doctor Banner?”

Bruce frowned and his jaw twitched as he tensed up.  “It’s not smart to threaten me like that,” Bruce said. “I don’t always have control of what the Hulk decides is a real threat or not.”

“It’s not a threat, Doctor Banner,” she said.  “The longer I go without eating, the less control I have.  Starve me and I become more and more feral.  A blood lust comes over me and you all just start looking like big juice boxes.  Maybe the Hulk would smash me before I got a taste of your blood, or maybe I’d get a bite in and that bite would be enough to affect me.  Who knows, all that Gamma might be the equivalent of me stepping into sunlight.  Maybe it’ll turn me into a vampire hulk.  Do we want to risk it to find out?”

He sighed and nodded. “I’ll have someone send up some untreated blood.”

“Good news,” she said.  “It doesn’t have to be human”

“Can you die if you’re starved?” Bruce asked.

She shook her head.  “No, we go dormant.  But our bodies will react to things on their own.  If you were to lock me up away from people until I’m dormant, assuming that I can’t beat my way out of it.  If anyone or anything alive gets close enough to me to eat, they’re getting eaten and I won’t be able to do anything to stop myself.”

“All this talk about going feral and blood lust isn’t exactly ingratiating you to us,” Tony said as he started taking some of the wires and probes off her.  “I thought you were supposed to be proving that you weren’t a danger to society.”

“I don’t starve myself in society,” she said.  “Besides, I’m being held here for a potential crime and you’ve been running tests on me against my will.  And you’re starving me.  I’m pretty sure that’s against the Geneva Convention.”

“Lucky for us, the Geneva Convention covers humans,” Tony said.  “And not mythical monsters.”

Rose’s fingers tightened on the metal arms of her chair.  Small dents formed under her grip.

Bruce seemed to pick up on the danger and quickly tried to diffuse the tension.  “You’ve seen What We Do in the Shadows?  Do you watch a lot of vampire movies?”

Rose’s eyes snapped to Bruce, and she let the chair go as she forced herself to relax.  “Yes.  I watch all of them.  And I read books.  I didn’t choose to be what I am.  These stories come from myth and myth comes from reality.  It’s like a game of broken telephone.  I’ve been trying to find if there’s a cure that there’s some truth to.”

“Have you had any luck with that?” Bruce asked.

She shook her head.  “Not really.  There aren’t a lot of movies that talk about curing vampires.  When they do half the time it’s with a magical artifact, and I wouldn’t even know where to start looking for something like that.  Do you assume Dracula is the first Vampire and go to Romania or do you assume Anne Rice knew some shit and try Egypt or France?  The other option stories say is killing your progenitor and trust me, I’ve tried.  I don’t even know where he is now, and even going off those stories, I think I’m too far gone for it to work.”

“That might be something we can help you with,” Bruce said, as he turned to the screen and began typing something in.  “We have a lot of resources, and a god, maybe we can find the things you couldn’t.”

“I’d appreciate the help,” she said, deciding not to mention that they didn’t even know there were vampires until she showed up.

“Is that why you sound like a snarky teenager?  Movies?” Tony asked.

That made Rose snort.   “What did you want me to sound like?” she asked and altered the pitch and inflection in her voice.  “An old-timey radio news reader, talkin’ about the war?”

“I mean, now you’re doing it, yes,” Tony joked.  “Kind of weird that you call it old-timey when it’s from your time period.”

“This is also my time period,” she said.  “And that was a long time ago.  Vampires wouldn’t be particularly successful at staying under the radar if we all went about speaking in dead dialects and using slang nobody’s familiar with.  We have to keep up with dialects.  It’s a survival skill.”

Tony nodded and sat back in his chair, spun around.  “Bruce, you remember when you were at school and there were no vampires or gods and the only monsters were just stories.”

“I do,” Bruce said.  “And then a guy perfected cold fusion in a cave and used it to power a mech.”

Tony laughed.  “Oh, so this is all my fault?”

“I’m not sure,” Bruce teased.  “But I don’t know that it helped.”

As the two men teased each other, Rose began to feel that itch to go to ground again.  She shifted in the chair and rubbed her arms.  “So - I know I haven’t been the best test subject a couple of scientists could want.  But the sun is coming up and if I’m not somewhere enclosed by the time it starts going up, I’m going to start trying to dig a hole through the floor.”

“Really?” Tony asked, sitting up and looking at her.  “I kind of want to see that.”

She raised her eyebrow at him.  “You really don’t give a shit about my well-being do you?”

Bruce got up and gestured to her to follow.  “Come with me.  I’ll take you to your room.”

She followed along after Bruce, holding her arms wrapped around her middle. “I’m sorry we’re keeping you here,” he said.  “And for all the tests.  I know what it’s like to have people look at you like an uncontrollable monster.  And to lose your free will because of it.”

“So let me go,” she said.  “Wouldn’t you have wanted that for yourself?”

Bruce sighed.  “I’ll talk to them.  You need to sleep now, right?  I’ll work on them and we’ll talk tomorrow night.”

“Fine,” she huffed.  “Where are we going?”

Bruce led her to the room.  It was a cell really, but better than the last one.  It was still very bare, but there was a bathroom attached and an actual bed and shelves.  Beside the bed was a long metal box that had been lined with fabric and pillows.  She was grateful they hadn’t just dragged up a coffin.

“Will this do?” Bruce asked.

She nodded.  “Yeah.  That’ll work well.  Thank you.”

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” Bruce said.

She nodded and waited for him to leave her alone.  When the door hissed closed behind him she climbed into the box and pulled on the lid.  The itch disappeared and as the sun crept up on the horizon, she lost consciousness.

// NEXT

[dalekofchaos]

Context for choices 1, 2 and 9

My little au on if Aang never left

For my Zuko/Azula as prodigies. Basically they are both naturally gifted Firebenders. Zuko faces Ozai in combat, but Zuko faces Ozai. As Ozai is about to finish Zuko, Zuko hits Ozai with white flame and then Ozai declares Zuko the victory and he gains his father's respect. Eventually Zuko and Azula are at a sibling rivalry, trying to outdo each other and even trying to kill each other for their father's approval and to win the throne. Ozai puts their ambitions to the test. Whomever captures Ba Sing Sei, Northern Water Tribes and the Avatar first becomes Ozai's successor.

This video better explains it

Asami as Amon

Asami witnessed the brutal murder of her mother, but it wouldn't be by just any benders. It would be the Red Lotus Society.

Zaheer planned to finish the job, but Toph came to the rescue.

the spirits would take pity on Asami and gift her energy bending and Asami would use her father's wealth to master Chi-Blocking and use their wealth to fund and arm the Equalists.

Amon or in this case Asami wins at the end of Book 1. Tarrlok is still captured by Amon, when Korra sees him and they chat, he tells the whole story of Amon as it happened in the show to her and everything. Like it goes in the show. Korra and friends go to confront Amon at the arena where Tenzin and his family are about to lose their bending. But they don’t because she gets there in time. She accuses Amon of being a bender, as per Tarrlok’s story. Amon doesn’t unmask. And he isn’t a bender. Tarrlok lied to get Korra to confront Amon so that he could capture her and he could hopefully save his own skin for the service at least. They fight. Amon takes Korra’s bending in a big demonstrative way. So all the crowd can see what comes to any benders, especially The Avatar who stand against him. Then the reveal happens. Asami is Amon.

Art by nikoniko_808

In order to get her bending back and learn how to give others their bending back (yeah, Korra wouldn’t get it back at the end of Book 1 because consequences? What’re those?), Korra has to go on a quest to learn her bending(her masters would be Toph, Katara, Izumi and Tenzin) in the Spirit World to understand everything. Korra does not cry about loosing her bending because she realized she’s still The Avatar and has to go to The Spirit World to get her bending back, to help everyone get their bending back and stop Asami

Throughout the series, we would meet Kya, Bumi, Izumi, Eska, Desna(Eska and Desna would be Korra’s siblings in this universe, because fuck Unaloq) Opal and Kai. We have the same romance between Bolin and Opal and Jinora and Kai. We would also meet Varrick and Zhu Li, because they are comedy gold. They would all help in the fight against Amon and the Equalists.

In Korra's venture to the Spirit World,

she would still see Wan’s story(because that’s the only thing I liked about Book 2) and I think in her journey in the spirit world she would see Asami’s story, in which her family were victims of the Red Lotus society and Asami learned to take bending away in the spirit world. Not only that, we would find out that Asami would be bonded with Vaatu. Asami is the darker Avatar.

Before she leaves The Spirit World she connects with all her past lives to ask what she should do about Asami. Korra has her Aang moment where she has too has to decide what to do like he did with the fire lord, only this time there's more to it than just stopping the bad guy. It’s about the person she loved. She can restore everyone’s bending by reversing Amon’s convergence, but she can't do that so long as the avatar spirit is split. And as long as Asami is part avatar, she can go into the avatar state. That's still pretty damn dangerous even with only water and blood bending. Korra realizes the only thing she can do to stop Asami? Love her.

After her journey to relearn her bending and journey in the spirit world, Korra travels the world to gain allies. From the Fire Nation, Earth Kingdom, Water Tribes and Air Nomads. Korra unites the world against Amon and the Equalists.

In the final fight, Korra defeats Amon. She exorcises Vaatu from Asami, thus ending the dark Avatar and stopping Amon’s convergence. She reverses what Asami has done and uses it to restore everyone’s bending. So she has to come to the hard part. Amon makes it clear, no matter what, even without the ability to energy bend or without Vaatu, Amon will never stop, Benders will never be safe. Korra shows Asami what she was denied. Korra loves her and forgives her. Asami gives up and accepts whatever punishment.

During Book 3, Asami would work with Korra in stopping and killing the Red Lotus society. However, when Zaheer is stopped. He is left at the mercy of Asami and for everything he’s done and turned her into. Asami kills him.

Book 4 happens. Asami's redemption is rebuilding Republic City and using Future Industries to repair the damage she's done as Amon. Blah blah blah Korra stops Kubira blah blah. Asami earns her redemption and the love of the krew and more importantly Korra. Ends with Korra and Asami venturing in the Spirit World and ends with a kiss.

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When Sun and Moon meet - S2 FINALE

Zuko x Fem!WaterBender!Reader Enemies to Lovers

As one of the Princesses of the Northern Water tribe, you were blessed with a gift by the moon. However you were permitted to be allowed to use the gift at all costs. From many hidden waterbending usages, the aftermath of the avatar visiting the Northern Tribe had led to your beginning journey, hiding yourself as a water bender as a princess from the Northern water tribe

Warnings: Arguing, Fighting, Betrayal, mentions of death

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҉ * ‧͙ ⋆ ⁺ ༓ ☾ Chapter 11 - Trust to Betrayal

“What are you doing here?” I hissed. “Aren't you part of the fire nation? Couldn't they make an exception even though you were banished?” I asked but no response. “Oh so you're just going to stay quiet huh? What happened to your snappy attitude when we last met?” I shouldn't be asking such questions, knowing I wouldn't get any response from him. “I genuinely thought you came to Ba Sing Se for a change until I saw the drill in the walls with the fire nation logo. I even gave the benefit of the doubt when you were looking at Appa’s missing poster.” I stopped for a moment of realization “That's why you’re here! Once Aang comes here you and your nation can easily catch him”. I sigh in irritation “You're so annoying you know that? I don't even understand why you want the avatar so bad to the point you almost got killed. If your father really does care he wouldn't have banished you. You're lucky that Aang was the one that wanted to save you from the snow storm, the rest of us wanted you dead!” I scoffed “But of course you don't care! You only want your ‘honor’” I mocked. “Then once you go back to the fire nation you will continue with the fire nation war schemes and stand right next to your father in his horrible plans” 

“That's not my plan” Zuko finally speaks up. “Oh wow, so now you finally spoke up” I rolled my eyes. “Then what is your plan Zuko? All you fire nation people are about war and taking over everyone's happiness” “You don't know what you're talking about,” Zuko said out loud. “You said that many times to me before, but I feel like I know enough” I glared at him but sighed heavily. “But really what's the point of me trying to say anything to you.” I sat against the wall leaning my head back trying to keep my anger in check. “I wasn't the one who caused the drill in the walls of Ba Sing Se, it was Azula,” Zuko said. “Azula?” I asked, “My sister,” he answered. Ah, so the girl in the middle of the fake Kyoshi warriors was Azula. I rolled my eyes “So what? It's your sister, same tribe, same blood, same everything” 

“That's not the case…” Zuko sighed as he continued “my sister and I always had different views of everything ever since we were younger. Which led to my banishment with a scar to remind me” He touched his scar. I furrowed my eyebrows in sadness and moved closer to Zuko. “Did your sister have the same mindset as your father by any chance?” I asked softly as he nodded. “Then did you possibly have the same mindset as your mother?” Stupid question indeed.

“My mother left years ago because of the fire nation” Zuko said which made me wince at my unnecessary comment. “Sorry…” I said awkwardly. “I'm sure you’ll find your mother” I put my hand on his shoulder in encouragement. “Thanks” He gratefully said. I took my hand off of his shoulder and thought about my own mother. “My mother died from the fire nation last year, however weirdly enough I can't remember the details even though it was so recent” I shrugged stiffly. “I actually had a dream about her when you…uh hit me to the point I passed out” This turned way more awkward than it should have. Zuko stiffened and croaked out a sorry but I shrugged it off. “She told me not to give up in my dream but I'm still not sure what that means to this day…maybe she knew my sister was going to sacrifice herself to the moon spirit and to tell me not to give up…she wanted me to keep my head up high.” I sway slightly, feeling quite sad that I lost two of my loved ones in such a short period of time. “I'm sorry” Zuko said in sympathy as I shook my head. “It's not your fault…that's actually why I came to Ba Sing Se, not only for me to start new but to get revenge at the guy who killed my sister.” I said, trying to sound more confident. “The person who killed your sister was sent to the spirit world by the Avatar” Zuko said which made my eyes widened. “Oh…well that works too” I said slightly embarrassed. There was a moment of silence till I spoke up again. “Are you still planning on hunting down the Avatar…” I asked, silently praying his answer will be no. “This scar cursed me to chase the avatar forever…but lately I realized I'm free to determine my own destiny, even if I'll never be free from my mark.” Zuko turned around to face away from me. “What if you could be free from your mark?” I said which made him immediately turn around with his eyes widened. “What…?”

“In the Spirit Oasis, the water there is more enhanced which could heal your scar” I explained “When I was younger I was in major pain and no one knew my cure, so my parents took me to the spirit oasis for my moon spirit to heal me. Which is why my hair is white” I pointed to my hair. “I'm sure your scar could possibly be healed in the Spirit Oasis, I could take you there.” I leaned closer to his scar, he closed his eyes as I moved my thumb across his scar. Then I heard a crash from the other side, showing Aang, Katara and the Old man who owned the tea house. “Katara! Aang!” I said running towards them in a hug. They both hugged me back “Thank you for coming to save me” “Of course we would save you Y/N no need to thank us” Katara said as Aang nodded. “Yeah! You're our friend!” Aang added. I smiled softly “Yeah…friends” I turned around to see Zuko irritated once again. The once soft moment was replaced quite fast. “Go help your other friends” The old man said while consoling Zuko. We nodded and ran out. I was following Aang and Katara but I took one last glance at Zuko in worry.

“We gotta find Sokka and Toph,” Katara said as we were running. I heard an electrifying sound and immediately turned around. Aang blocked it with his earth bending while I used my water bending to turn into ice. I looked to see who the attacker was and it was Azula, of course. Katara moved  her water bending to get a direct attack at Azula, a wave of smoke fills the atmosphere until she comes out again. Attempting to hit us with fire, the three of us used waterbending to shield ourselves. Azula landed on a tall rock which Aang was able to break down with his earth bending. Azula landed across from me, pointing her fingers like she was going to use lightning however she didn't know who to hit. Suddenly a blast of fire landed near Aang. From the corner of my eye, I saw Zuko who hesitated on who to hit. But it didn't take long for him to make his decision, shown by using his fire bending to aim at Aang. “Y/N Go up the waterfall and get Sokka and Toph,” Katara said, blocking Azula's attacks. I nodded instantly moving towards the waterfall, dodging Azula's attacks that were specifically made towards me. I lifted myself up with my bending, looking down at the scene feeling disappointed in myself. Looking at Zuko, I once again was a fool to trust him, again. It didn't take long till I was out of the cave.

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“Appa! Momo! ” I yelled after finding them both. I had no idea where I was once I managed to get out of the cave. Luckily, I found Appa and Momo together outside. I immediately got on Appa “Yip yip, we need to get to Toph and Sokka” I said which made Appa make a sound of agreement and he started flying. Once we got near the palace, I immediately saw Toph and Sokka with the King and his bear. “Sokka! Toph!” I yelled. “Y/N!” They both yelled back. I got down from the sky bison to get eye to eye level with the two. “Are you okay? Aang got a vision of Katara asking for help for you” Sokka said. “Yeah, it was hailing a lot around the palace” Toph included. “I'm fine but Katara and Aang aren't,” I said quickly. “They’re fighting Azula and Zuko right now” I was panicking, a lot. Last thing I want is one of them dead. “Do you know where they are?” Toph asked as I nodded. “Get on, everyone” I ushered the king and his bear to get on. 

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Once we made it to the destination I got off the bison “You guys stay here, it’ll be dangerous to all come together” I said. “Then why did we all come here?” Sokka whined. “It's because Katara needed to make sure you all were safe, and it's not for long. I just have to use my waterbending to get down and to somehow get Aang and Katara up. You guys need to be here for all of us to escape” I explained as they both nodded. I made my way over towards the waterfall and took a deep breath before jumping in. Once I made it down, I saw a horrific scene. It was Katara, crying while holding Aang’s body. I immediately used a splash of water to border Katara and Aang, making sure no one touched them. Coincidentally a wave of fire was shown, the old man came out of nowhere, landing in front of Katara and Aang. “You’ve got to get out of here! I’ll hold them all as long as I can” he says to both of them, making Katara nod and carrying Aang to get out of here. “Katara!” I yelled out making her look at me in somewhat relief but I could tell she was on the verge of crying again. I pull her closer towards me and make a water platform beneath our feet, helping us up. Before we reached the top I made sure to glare at Zuko, and he saw me, glaring at him. “Just as I thought you wanted a new start” I said, making sure he heard before disappearing.

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All of us were able to get above from Ba Sing Se, it wasn't as happy or uplifting as it was before. Instead it was depressing and anxiety wrenching. We stared at Katara, pulling the spirit oasis water out of the bottle to heal Aang. Internally praying he will come back to life again. Once the spirit of water disappeared in Aang, Katara couldn't help but hug him even tighter, crying. I looked down in disappointment at how everything turned out and so did everyone around me. Till a glow of a familiar arrow and breath indicated he was in fact alive. Everyone smiled happily while Katara laid him down and hugged him even tighter. Thank the spirits. “The earth kingdom… has fallen” Said the earth king with his head down, in disappointment and guilt. I felt bad for him. Thinking just as he saved his kingdom, it broke down once again.

A few hours go by, the cold breeze hitting my face making my skin feel like ice. It feels nostalgic, it feels like my home…northern tribe. I looked at Katara, still holding Aang in her arms. I decided to speak up “I'm sorry Katara…” I said shakily. “What do you have to be sorry about? You saved me.” She whispered, looking towards me in worry. I shook my head “I knew about Zuko being in Ba Sing Se the whole time” I admitted. I felt everyone suck in a breath which made me internally wince. “I met him here and talked to him but I didn't do anything because…I-” My voice cracked “I thought he must have changed…if I weren't so naive then…I would have caused any of you guys trouble”. I looked down, ashamed of my actions. Katara’s hand meets mine “It's fine Y/N…I'm just happy all of us have made it out”. I look up to everyone nodding. I dropped my shoulders and continued to look across from me, the night cloudy sky…

Season 2 END

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a/n: WOAH lots of Zuko today and betrayal lmao. BUT S2 HAS OFFICIALLY ENDED. Not 100% sure when season 3 will start up, I already started it however I have ap exams soon for school, so I wont have much time :(. But I wont be gone for a while. Make sure yall take care of yourself and have a nice day! :)

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Part 4- Scar and Sally meet

⚠️Warning- Angst, Fluff, Mentions of Deaths, Talks of war, death, and R@pe, Tension between the OCS, and more!!⚠️

⚠️Just a reminder Oc is 19 and legal before someone starts ⚠️

3rd Pov

Sally Clearwater was still lying asleep on the sofa when the other warriors wished to leave and their High clan leader wasn't leaving." She's fine, we have to go and hunt the rest so we can return home," One warrior spoke.

"No! Mama saved me from them she deserves your respect and your loyalty!" Kat'ei yells as he holds Sally. Scar Kat'ei's father was intrigued by the small human who saved his son and created a small bond in a matter of almost 35 hours.

"We will stay, you may go and hunt, "Scar tells his warriors who were quick to leave. Kat'ei laid on Sally nuzzling her and purring clicking away in the hopes of waking her up.

"Who is this human, pup?" Scar asks." A female warrior, she hunted food, provided a home and saved me from them. She didn't steal me, she protected me like a mom should be doing," Kat'ei spoke.

"No others around here?" Scar wonders." No alone, she was terrified for me and almost sacrificed her life for me," Kat'ei whimpers as he nuzzles Sally.

Scar checks Sally's vital signs." She's okay, not harmed just needs to wake up," He tells his son. Suddenly Sally began to stir and the two waited by the staircase for her to wake up.

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I begin to stir and wake up on my sofa and I see my cabin is empty of the humanoid aliens are gone but the others are still on the floor.

"Huh was that a dream or am I going mad?" I muttered to myself as I sat up."No, it wasn't a dream mama," Kat'ei appears and hugs me." You're okay?!" I smiled hugging him when I saw another him appear behind us.

I moved Kat'ei behind me." If you're angry with the boy leave him alone. I told him to come here, I protected him, fed him till you could find him. If your mad at someone be mad at me," I said firmly.

It lifted its arm to use its translator." I am not angry, I am thankful you protected my pup and I came because he told me the other aliens were here," He spoke." You're his father?" I said as he nodded in agreement.

"Right, I got a bone to pick with you!" I said with a look." How fucking dare you leave a six-year-old alone in the woods with fucking killer aliens roaming around?! He isn't a fucking warrior!! He's a kid!! Who needs protection not training idiot!! You are so lucky I found him and brought him back here!!" I shouted.

"Another thing! You've trashed my place!! So you can clean my fucking place up!! And bloody take your war elsewhere!" I said annoyed.

He looked shocked that a small human told him off." Now that's off my chest, I'm Sally Clearwater, 19 and human you are?" I asked." Scar Yuatja high clan leader and over 100 years old," Scar tells me.

"Huh, you are old! And have a child? Your biology must be very good with ageing and reproduction," I said with a smile.

Scar's mouth clicks as he nods." No mate?" I asked him." No, his mother was a how you say on earth?" Scar asks." An egg donor?" I said with a smile." That, I wanted to secure my bloodline, but no mate," Scar smiles." And you?" Scar wonders.

I froze at that," I have no one, everyone I know died before the aliens and after. My mom got taken and I found her ripped apart, I saw my classmates get attacked by the spider-like creatures and ripped apart," I said sadly.

"They are called xenomorphs the black aliens and the spider-like creatures are face huggers," Scar tells me." They are ugly bastards, so are you the hunters who kill them?" I asked him.

"We are, we will help fight back we've helped before," Scar tells me." Kat'ei shouldn't have come here you know this," I tell him as Kat'ei hugs my torso.

"I am glad I came, I met you, mama," Kat'ei smiles." Did you fix his translator?" Scar wonders." I did, and you need to fix his tracker so only your kind can find him. Fix your mistake, not him you," I said with a look.

Scar gulps at this," I was meant to fix it but I had to help Earth," He mumbles." I haven't been to the city but I've heard over my radio that some are fighting back some are giving up and letting the aliens use them and some are capturing people to give to the aliens in exchange for food," I tell him.

"Has anything else happened to you before we came here?" Scar asks sitting by me. I gripped my goggles." I don't want to talk about it," I muttered." Want something to eat?" I asked getting up.

I began to cook 4 pieces of steak for the two Yuatja kind in my home." I have to rebuild my home, I am not leaving this place," I said to myself.

Scar came up to me," You got hurt in the city didn't you?" He said." I got r@ped, molested and I almost got stolen," I tell him pushing him back.

"Get back from me, I don't like people in my space," I said firmly as he gripped my arm." We don't harm our women on my planet we worship them," Scar says softly.

"Good for them, humanity has turned bad when it's broken and the men don't think. Why do you think I'm here Scar?" I said sadly as Kat'ei nuzzles me and clicks away.

"So why are you here Scar?" I asked him." My kind are hunters and those aliens are the prey, we are here to get rid of them for good and help you out," Scar tells me." And you don't have any bad intentions do you?" I asked him.

"No, we don't have any quarrels with humans," Scars says." Good, thank you for coming to help I guess?" I smiled a little bit as Kat'ei yawns.

"Come on let's put you to bed unless your father wishes for me to stop," I said looking at Scar. Kat'ei looks at his dad with a please look," I'll allow it as he's bonded to you," Scar nods softly.

I take Kat'ei to his room," You're safe now, your father is here, so you must go to him if you need him," I smiled as Scar appeared." That's where he sleeps so go to bed with your child," I said with a smile before heading to my own bed for the night.

I lay in my bed thinking about how Scar helped me and I opened up the door, I came face to face with Scar." I guess I should say thank you for saving me, you didn't have to but you did. So thank you for doing that," I said with a gentle smile.

"You're welcome, my son told me everything when he communicated with me," Scar smiles the best he could as I could work out Yuatja don't smile much.

"He's a good person, but you need to understand you can't bring him on these missions if you are gonna leave him alone," I tell him.

Scar nods in understanding," You can rest with your son and get back to the war to help the humans who want to fight with you. I'm not moving anywhere near the city as I'm moving again," I tell him before going back into bed.

I lay in bed and looked out the window when the door creaked open and Kat'ei came inside." Don't go, I want you to come with us," Kat'ei says sadly and he climbs into bed and nuzzles me." I can't, I have to move. I'm not brave," I said gently stroking his hair as his father entered the room.

"You are Yuatja now, you protected my son and saved him and you have many trophies of your kills on the floor of your home that makes you brave and a warrior of my tribe," Scar tells me.

"You just accept me even though I'm human?" I asked." Yes, I've seen you fight, through his camera here," He pointed to Kat'ei's communicator." He's bonded with you also, Yuatja pups bonded with those who are truly motherly and he's chosen you," Scar says.

I looked at Kat'ei and nodded in agreement with his father." So what I come with you to the city fight then other creatures off and you all leave?" I asked." Yes, you'd be free of them and able to start again," Scar nods in response.

"I will think about, now sleep both of you we got a lot of work tomorrow," I said laying down as Kat'ei nuzzled into my stomach and held my stomach and holding me close.

I thought Scar had left when I felt the bed drip and I felt him behind me holding me close to him as if he wished to hold me in his arms and his son was purring and clicking away in his sleep.

I felt his arthropod-like mandibles clicking away above my head as he nuzzles into my body and I sort of felt safe in Scar's arms like something told me he was meant to be by my side.

But I know it's a foolish feeling to have and I know when this is all over he'll leave with Kat'ei and then I have to start again somewhere alone and that's okay.

Now tomorrow is another day, and I plan to maybe help fight back and create new inventions and communication systems for the world not that anyone would appreciate it.

Little did I know, I had to fight and protect but I'm sure it will be a worthy battle and hopefully end to this three year terror.

Part 5 is here!

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Ashes Burn: chapter one

Aemond x fem oc/reader

Tags: Show setting, gore, blood

🔷Summary: Your hometown will soon fall, and you become noticed by the one-eyed Kinslayer who lays siege to it.

🔷Author's note: Dark!Aemond is not something i throw around lightly. It is not something i take lightly as a warning. Just so you know.

🔷Wordcount :7036 (THAT CANT BE RIGHT THATS HUGE)

Warnings below the cut but mind your step!

🔷Warnings: Gore, AABFR, She/her pronouns, murder, warcrimes, mentions of non-con but no descriptions of it, Dubcon (aemondxoc) and overall a very very dark Aemond. Childabuse? (A child gets slapped)

All but ash

The skies have blackened with smoke in the distance. Fires keep the courtyard warm where multiple children and women shelter for the upcoming battle. They hope for a victory. They hope for a happy ending.

You stand on your balcony and overlook the city you were conceived in, born in, and perhaps even will die in: DolkBurg. A small city, almost a village, but not quite, located in the Riverlands. 

Your family, the Dawreyn, have been ruling this seat until the beginning of the Seven Kingdoms; perhaps even before that, according to some ancient texts. Yet you are not a full Dawreyn. You are a bastard. Your father is Samwell Dawreyn, but your mother? You wouldn't know.

From the distance, you notice horses riding up to the city gates. That is when you stop watching. You close the door of your balcony and head downstairs.

When you pass halls, men and women alike are preparing for the battle. Servants carry food, supplies, and weapons around in quick passed steps. You see your father and your brother adjusting their armours before going to meet the Greens head-on. And you see Lady Fyona Dawnreyn, who clutches her youngest child, your brother Maas, on her lap. Her eyes are big and full of worry, and she mumbles prayer after prayer. 

You ignore her for now, as she would ignore you as usual. ‘’Where are Annalysa and Diandra?’’ You ask your father, Lord Samwell Dawreyn. His heir, your half-brother Karst, is busy sharpening his sword, preparing for battle by slashing down imaginary enemies. You hope the battle ends as good as he imagines it. You doubt it, however. Karst has never seen a real battle. None of you have. Perhaps your father did. But he is old and weak. You would be a fool to deny it.

Your father speaks in an annoyed, snappy tone that betrays that you have outstayed your welcome in his presence already for today. ‘’Annalysa is in her rooms. Diandra is busy preparing her crossbow.’’ He does not even glance at you. 

And that kills you faster than any arrow or sword ever would. Diandra has always been very spirited. ‘’Don't tell me she is stupid enough to fight.’’ You huff. Diandra thinks she is the greatest archer who ever lived, but how much damage can one 12 years old do?

Your father turns on his heel, glaring at you. ‘’I'm glad that one of my daughters is doing something useful. Instead of sending good suitors screaming for the hills.’’ You absently touch your scar by your face before glaring at him. 

He leans in closer. ‘’We will soon discuss the matter of your future, Y/N. I will no longer have you under my roof. Not when bastards are hunted.’’ You know what he is referring to. 

King Aegon II has decided that all bastards holding titles and lands must turn it over to the Crown. You have never heard of a more foolish rule, but you understand why he did so. His nephews are bastards. The rightful queen might be pure of blood, but her children are not.

You would be a risk for your family to keep. You would endanger the life of your siblings. You would endanger everyone here. You would rather stay, but not at the costs of their lives.

Your father leaves the hall with Karst, and you watch the two of them walk outside, to where their horses await them. Karst climbs on the saddle before waving to you, following your shared father.

Diandra, out of breath, chases after them with her bow. ‘’Wait! I can fight!’’ She shouts into the dust and the shadows they leave behind.

You feel sympathy for your youngest sister. You gently lay a hand on her shoulder. ‘’They're men, Di. This war started because they were too shortsighted to see what we women are truly capable of.’’

Di drops her bow defeated. She was born eight years ago. You two are different in so many ways. ‘’I just wish I wasn't a woman. I wish I could…’’She looks wistfully to where the smoke clouds have gotten worse and is gathered above the hills surrounding the city. Even if she was born a man, she would not be able to fight for several years to come.

You take one of her hands and try to drag her away from the gates and back to the safety of your home.  ‘’We need to prepare the castle.’’ You tell her with a smile. ‘’It's a great honor and duty to prepare the castle when battle is afoot. We must -’’

A horse lets himself be known. A familiar horse. The majestic creature almost walks right to Diandra, who greets her horse with a pat on his neck. Balyrion, her loyal horse, lowers his head in greeting. 

Diandra grabs her bow, walking her horse to the stables where it escaped from...

You turn your back, but keep watching her. In the moments that you do, you see your sister climb on her horse and dash off into the city, to where the warzone becomes closer and closer to the place you call home.

You let out a shriek before grabbing your own horse from the stables, chasing after her in madness and desperation.  ‘’Diandra! Come back here!’’ You shout, following the little girl as you avoid villagers and smallfolk alike.

You follow her through the village where the soldiers are holding up near the gates of the city. Two or three laugh when you two approach in your dresses and another scoffs, but you ignore them all. 

Diandra has taken position by a crack of the gates. She has leveled her arrows through the hole, ready to impale her target from her horse. 

She is aiming.

She is waiting.

You see a man approach the gates. He has dark hair, and you see a terrifying large creature behind him that eclipse the sun. A dragon is waiting back on the hills. 

You heard rumors that she is the biggest dragon alive but rumors and seeing her with your own eyes are two different things. ‘’Let's see how easy you can bother villages without  your eyes…’’ Diandra mutters, and you see her switch her bow to the man that approaches your town.

You have a split second to act.

So you do.

You tackle her to the ground, slamming the bow out of her hands and throwing your body on hers to protect her. 

‘’No!’’ Diandra groans as the arrow misses him by a mere inch. The arrows land in the grass right beside his left feet. The man pauses and takes the arrow from the ground, as if he picks a flower.

He takes out a horn and blows it.

One time.

Two times.

Three times.

You feel an uneasy feeling grow as the little dots in the distance become bigger and bigger, and the army approaches your city.

‘’Are you mad?! He was going to offer us mercy!’’ You shout at Diandra.

She spits in your face before taking her bow back. ‘’There is no mercy from killers. You always were meant to be slave but I sure am not!’’ She shouts.

You don't even give her time to rethink her actions before you hit her across her face. She doubles over and clutches her face furious. She tries to attack you, but you simply step aside, letting her stumble. ‘’You're an idiot. That man came to offer terms. We will all die now!’’ You scream at her.

Two soldiers are needed to keep you both from hurting each other. Your father approaches as his soldiers hold you both apart, clearly disappointed.

‘’Diandra. What are you doing here?’’ You huff a bit. Of course he only cares for her wellbeing.

She has stupid hopeful eyes that fill you with pity. A stupid hopeful girl that never learns that men would never see her as an equal. ‘’I can fight, Father.’’ She speaks, easily freeing herself. She looks at him with big, hopeful eyes. ‘’I almost killed the man! I can fight. Let me fight.’’ She begs.

Your father scoffs, insulted and hurt that you both ruined this mission. This final chance at peace. ‘’You're a woman. Go home. You embarrassed me enough for one day.’’ You feel angry. Isn't he even a tiny bit proud?

You both get onto your horses as the army with the dragon banners reaches the final gate. Within a few mere moments, they have broken through the walls and gates. You watch as Diandra silently cries, tears of rage and broken dreams leaving her eyes… Until you follow her gaze to the open gate.

Diandra understands this is her chance.

And her moment.

Instead of running home, instead of retreating, the girl of 12 summers old, your sister, runs through the open gates into the battlefield. 

She takes her crossbow and aims it, but before she can even kill one soldier, she is surrounded. You overhear what she is saying to the soldiers. You show your empty hands to the men who try to stop you. ‘’Please. That's my sister. Show me your honour, and let me try to save her.’’ You beg.

You fear they will kill you on the spot but the man that Diandra tried to kill, the man with the kind brown almost dark and certainly Dornish eyes speaks for you, protecting you. ‘’Very well. We will push the attack, so don't expect to return.’’ He warns you.

You don't listen to him and run past soldiers on foot and horse alike, past slayed soldiers and those who are still moaning in pain to where your sister is surrounded.

You hope you are not too late.

You hope your mission is not in vain. You approach your sister and overhear her insulting the soldiers that keep their weapons aimed at her. ‘’Who leads you, you disgusting pigs? Take me to him!’’ She demands as if this is her army.

You will kill that girl if she gets out of here alive. What is she even thinking? ‘’Diandra!’’ You shout, and she blushes as a little girl being scolded by her mother. A few soldiers turn their heads to you, surprised by your entrance.

The commander escorts you to her. ‘’Pigs, huh?’’ He says dryly. ‘’And who are you, little lady?’’ You thought you knew, but you aren't sure anymore. Who is your sister?

Diandra ignores him.

‘’Well? Are you deaf? Who commands you? I wish to speak to him. Now!’’ She shouts, causing one soldier to even flince. The commander sighs deeply before nodding to a man who approaches.

The fighting for the walls continues. The army of the Greens outmatches the army of Dolkburg greatly. You can even see the outcome for this point of the war. It won't even take a day. Perhaps three hours, that is if you are all lucky.

From the corner of your eye, you take in an all black dressed character with long silver hair, wielding an impressive long silver sword. A Targaryen. You almost instantly back away from him, stepping on the toes of the commander. ‘’Pardon me, Ser.’’ You mutter, but he didn't even feel your feet. His iron shoes protected him. The commander bows his head in respect for the Targaryen.

The Targaryen in question is a terrifying creature that looks as if he came walking straight out of a historic book about the first conquest of Westeros. You become aware of your increased heartbeat, and you avoid drawing attention to yourself.

You heard rumours.

You all had.

There are three green Targaryens with dragons. One is the king. He is a modest threat if he comes. One is the last born prince, he too would be a modest threat. But the second one, he is the deadliest with the biggest dragon of them all. He is known as the Kinslayer or one-eye.

And unfortunately for you, and your beautiful hometown, your family's lives and the lives of your friends and everything else that matters to you, that you hold so dear, this man is clearly covering up a missing eye with a black eyepatch.

The one-eyed Targaryen  grins at your sister. ‘’I am right here, little lady.’’ He speaks full of mockery in a deep raw voice that sends chills down your spine. There is no humanity or kindness in his eyes. Only bloodlust. Madness. Insanity and rage. You know that all attempts at peace are lost.

Diandra seems taken back for a moment. Perhaps she is even truly afraid for a moment. But Diandra has never learned to live on her knees. She would rather die standing than live on her knees. She looks the prince up and down slowly, as if he’s a cow on the market. ‘’You're even uglier up close.’’ She says, shocking a few soldiers and even the commander.

The prince glares at her.

‘’I am flattered.’’ He speaks, not giving a damn. But his curiosity gets the better of him anyway. ‘’Who are you, and why do you wish to die so badly?’’ He speaks, taking out his sword. 

Your sister lifts her chin. ‘’I am Diandra of house Dawreyn. You're attacking my home. It's you who is going to die.’’ You close your eyes quietly, praying. If he wasn't planning on killing her...

He sure is now.

The prince laughs in her face as some of the surrounding soldiers join in.

‘’Am I now? O, my. How unfortunate.’’ He speaks, eying his men with amusement in his remaining good eye. His men chuckle or laugh. Then that laugh vanishes, leaving behind a beast. He suddenly jumps forward, causing Diandra to stumble backwards. He grits his teeth at her.  ‘’I have a dragon, you foolish cunt. Perhaps I'll keep you alive as entertainment for my men. You are too young to have sex with, but we can cut you up or make you a target practice. I do warn you: I can’t see very well..’’ He warns Diandra with those words.

You must interfere. ‘’That would be foolish. My sister speaks-’’Before you can finish talking, Diandra pushes you roughly aside, walking up to Aemond before taking out a small sword.

She exhales before speaking. So loudly that everyone can hear her. ‘’I challenge you to a duel.’’ She says, her voice unshaken, her eyes burning with hatred. ‘’That is, if you are man enough to face me.’’ 

Your eyes nearly pop out of your head. You hear cold laughter of the men. ‘’No! Diandra, no.’’ You tell her strictly. ‘’Diandra stop being foolish-’’ Diandra coldly turns around to face you. 

The prince snickers as well, amused by this development and very eager to spill blood. ‘’'You? You want to duel me?’’ The prince wonders outloud. ‘’You have more balls than the other men, I give you that. But I can't hurt a little peasant girl as yourself.’’

Diandra spits at the genuinely disgusting few men. ‘’Yes. I will take your other eye and send it to your brother.’’ She groans, insulted and impatient. You don’t think she is even scared. That is not a concept she’s familiar with.

The prince sighs almost as if he's bored with the entire idea of fighting your sister. ‘’O, I'm not going to do that. That wouldn't be fun for me.’’ You suppose that is true. It would be boring and a very short duel. One-sided too.

Diandra is let go of by the command of the prince.  She charges at him with her sword. ‘’Do it! Do it, you coward!’’ She shouts as the guards restrain her once more.

The prince continues his dramatics for quite a while, moaning about his boredom when behind him, near the gates your people are slaughtered as pigs. ‘’I was told there was going to be a battle, yet here I am with two annoying hostages. The one a mute, the other a talkative dumb child.’’ He murmurs as Diandra screams and kicks her attackers. You are frozen and can't move a single finger. 

Another person rides into the battlefield. Karst. You see he is covered in blood and has fought his way to the frontlines.He rides up to the prince and glares at him. ‘’I assume you are the Kinslayer?’’ He spats. You are glad and fearful your brother is here.

The prince's good eye narrows. ‘’I am named Aemond.’’ And just like that, the demon has a name.

Karst nods. ‘’Aemond. Good. I'm Karst of house Dawreyn. My father demands the return of my sister, Diandra.’’ Your eyes roll, but you carefully compose your face. Of course he only cares about Diandra. ‘’Release both her and her septa and we can discuss the terms of your surrender.’’ You know that Karst only protects you by lying about who you are. Bastards aren't safe under Aegon's rule. But to call you a septa? That is a lie that even a one-eyed man will easily see through.

For a moment it's silent.

Birds chirp in the distance.

Clouds roll by.

Screams are the only thing you hear.

Screams and prayers.

Until that moment passes and the laughter, that stomach twisting laughter returns. It sends shivers down your spine, and if hell had a sound, that would be it. 

It would be funny. Perhaps if the roles were reversed, you would laugh too. ‘’My surrender? I see stupidity runs in the family.’’ The prince comments. Perhaps it does.

Karst does not even blink. ‘’If you won't face a woman, surely you will face a man. Or are you a craven?’’ He grins at Aemond, taunting him by taking out his sword. ‘’I heard you are one of the youngest dragon riders out of your family.’’ You never heard that story.

The prince smirks, barely hiding his pride.

‘’You heard correct.’’

Your brother comes even closer. ‘’Yet, I heard your sister, the Queen Rhaenyra was even younger.’’ You bite your lips to avoid laughing at Aemond’s enraged face. Not only did Karst remind him of a old wound, but also made clear who your family is loyal to in the same breath, when pretending to praise the Prince’s ego. Karst cleans some blood of his sword, blood you know that belongs to Aemond’s men. ‘’Do us both a favor, and duel me so we can stop this unnecessary bloodshed.’’ He speaks, as a true leader of this town.

To that the prince nods. ‘’Very well.’’ He speaks. To his men he nods. They grab you and your sister before cleaning a large space for the duel.

Karst speaks with the words of a true hero. ‘’Whoever wins this duel, takes Dolkburg.’’  He says, making a very big gamble. A too big a gamble, perhaps. But Karst is a good fighter. He is skilled. Efficient. He is enough. He needs to be enough.

He continues as the prince remains silent. ‘’Three steps. Agreed?’’ So they will take three steps back before attacking.

The prince shrugs again that bored tone of his coming out. ‘’Tis fine with me.’’ He speaks.

Karst counts out loud as he takes steps away from the prince. You watch anxiously.  You focus on Karst's metal boots. You see one step. And a second one.

But before he can place his feet down for the thirth, his feet stop moving, and you watch him collapse for your own eyes. 

The prince stands behind him with his sword drawn where blood still drips from. ‘’And that would be three.’’ He grins at your brother. Aemond is speaking to a corpse.

Grief is a funny thing. You, for one, are horrified and frozen and clutch your throat to silence the cries that come out. When Diandra, screams at Aemond before her small legs pick up the pace and approach him quickly. Aemond simply turns, his sword in his dominant hand and waits with a grin for her to approach. Before he can chop her head off, the Dornish commander picks Diandra up by her hips. ‘’Let me go! I shall have my revenge!’’ Diandra screams, when kicking him. You are the commander very thankful. ‘’You are a monster!” She shouts at Aemond. He was staring at the corpses of his men and although you can’t quite tell what is going on inside his head, you can see he did not appreciate that comment.

‘’Diandra, shut up.’’ You beg her as the prince is reminded of you both. He already finds her annoying. He already is tested and challenged by her. 

He sees you. Perhaps he did before. But now he acknowledges your existence. You shelter your sister, aware he will kill you both.

Aemond looks at the corpse of your brother. He smirks at your trembling legs and the way you cling tightly to your sister. ‘’My. You're a pretty one.’’ He speaks, surprising you. He takes in your simple gown approvingly, treating it as a seductive cloth made of silk. 

It's a compliment. You aren't used to men flirting with you. You aren't used to any of this. 

‘’I am not.’’ You say instead, shielding your sister by tightly holding her against your chest.

The prince chuckles, staring a little too long at your lips.

‘’I quite disagree.’’ He murmurs to himself. He steps closer to you and you can smell a permanent almost stench of rotten meat and dead bodies as he comes closer. ‘’I have never known a septa to dress in such a way. And I have met a lot.’’ He says. 

You can’t imagine where a man like him met a septa.

‘’I have recently converted.’’ You hope he buys the lie. ‘’I chased her the moment I heard her ladyship was gone.’’ You tell the prince, nodding to your sister. 

He does not seem to care about Diandra's noble lineage. And that scares you. He must care, if he is to keep her alive. Diandra will be a difficult young, useless hostage that insulted him countless times already. He must see her value. ‘’That's Diandra of house Dawreyn. She is worth a lot if you were to ransom her.’’ A ransom would mean he can't hurt her. Not too badly. And you know your father too well. He would pay soon and get Diandra back, ensuring her safety once more.

For a moment, a brief moment, it seems likely that Diandra will protest. Perhaps even call you a traitor. She is close to ruining it all. But instead, she likely understands that you know the best way to save you both.

The prince takes in Diandra's glares and silk riding gown. He sighs as if he has to admit to himself that you indeed tell the truth. You are thankful for the simple beige gown you picked out today. A simple gown without any stitches or designs or patterns who won't give away that you are a Dawreyn as well.  He speaks, wettening his lips with his tongue. ‘’A woman of great schemes and great beauty. You are interesting.’’ There it is again. That gentle soft tone when he speaks to you. Yet it feels like a fox trying to lure a bunny out of its den. You know it's nothing more but a facade. 

Yet you try to negotiate with him. You try to get on his good side. A tiny bit as much as your heart allows. ‘’I know she made a fool of you, and I know we insulted you both. Yet I beg you to let her be. She is still a child.’’ You hope he likes the dramatic touch of your begging. He seems to like dramatics.

Instead of giving you his word as a gentleman, he stares off into the distance of your hometown. You become uncomfortable and turn your gaze away from him. ‘’Are you betrothed?’’ He asks as his men are busy fending off soldiers that try to keep coming to you and Diandra. 

‘’No.’’ You respond as you watch a single soldier be beheaded brutally. He survives the first attempt, and the blood splashes down his armor, and you can hear his screams before he bleeds out. The agreement remains. He won. Dolkburg is his. ‘’M-my prince, you can stop the fighting. We’ll let Lord Samwell know that you and Karst made an agreement-’’

His lips curl into a smirk as he briefly looks up from the moaning and screaming soldiers that beg for death and mercy.  ‘’I have no intention to stop this battle.’’ He sounds almost happy. Glad, delighted and peppy. Not how you would expect.

You don’t understand. Why waste good men and resources on a fight already won? Why kill innocents? ‘’But..why ever not? You are clearly on the winning side. What good will it do?’’ You sound like a little foolish girl.

He grins, amused. ‘’You’re a woman, so I don’t expect your innocent and pure mind to understand the way I think. These men are traitors. They defied my brother and his reign. They will answer for their crimes with fire and blood.’’ You need to stop this. Now. You watch his sword, where the blood of your brother still drips down. This is insanity.  ‘’Most men didn’t deny Aegon. You know this! Most men simply follow their lord. They don’t choose to die-’’ they don't even choose to follow their lord.

You might see it that way. But he does not. ‘’They made a choice. And they choose wrong. If you like, you can give them proper burial after since you are a septa.’’ You nod, unsure as to how you would even do so. You don’t know anything about septas or burials. And he knows it too, you can tell he was sarcastic.

‘’Married?’’ The prince asks as a casual follow-up. You ignore him as your father comes through the lines, pushing an army of soldiers through the broken gates. They fend off the first few guards. And they slay whoever is on their path. As they push forward, the other half of the army is riled up and follows them, with a powerful battle cry. Even the smallfolk has come out, rallied to their cause, with whatever weapons they could find. Some grab swords from fallen soldiers, others just use pans and knifes.

More and more soldiers on Aemond’s side die as the battle seems to turn.

Your lips begin to smile hopefully as Diandra applauds. Annoyed, Aemond glares at her. You are quick to stop her. ‘’I asked you something.’’ He groans when he grabs you by the throat. You are not choked but understand by the rage and insanity in his remaining good eye he is very close and tempted to do so.

‘’Are you married?’’ He repeats, almost spitting at you.

You are not sure why he asks. You are sure you don’t want him to know that you are unwed.

And you won't become his.

So you lie.

The word rolls easily over your lips as you pretend to think back of a love long lost. ‘’Widowed.’’ You speak your voice soft. ‘’He went to the Reach to fight. They say he was burned alive.’’ You know he was there. You know he killed and blazed dozens in the Reach. You hope he feels terrible about it. Yet he begins to smile again, careless and pleased. 

‘’I can live with that.’’ He chuckles in your ear. ‘’A woman as gorgeous as yourself is too pretty to be a widow forever. It's past time you moved on.’’ He lets go of you, pleased you answered him but annoyed it took you so damn long.

You absently nod. Until you have the eerie feeling that he might be referring to himself. 

Your father fights well and bravely. But to think he would win is a foolish thought. And eventually, he is captured and brought forward. ‘’Daddy!’' Diandra yells as they take him closer to her.

Almost happy with her, Aemond perks up and whispers something in the ear of a soldier close to him. The soldier runs off. 

Aemond approaches Diandra and grabs a handful of her dark locks, causing her to cry out. He throws her on her knees and forces the blade he carries on her neck, ready to behead her any moment. ‘’That is a child!’’ You seem to be the only one disgusted by this. 

He glares in your direction and another soldier grabs your arms. ‘’Do not harm the septa.’’ Aemond growls, warning him. The soldier lets go of you instantly. He turns his head to your father. ‘’Bend the knee or see your daughter die the way I killed your son as well.’’ Realization hits your father as the soldier brings Karst's head to him. Your father tears up helplessly as he nods. The head is tossed around between soldiers, before Aemond takes the skull of your brother and inserts his sword into the right eye of Karst. 

Your sister is the child, the small one, the weaker one. You must protect her. 

‘’Look away, Diandra!’’ You warn her, but it is too late. Diandra watches with her mouth open as Aemond cuts out one of the eyes of your brother, proudly as if its his trophy. Aemond laughs, taking in the eye. 

Karst’s blue gorgeous and bright eyes.

‘’He had gorgeous eyes. I bet he fucked a lot of women, didn’t he?’’ He asks your father, and you are appealed at the audacity of him. Your father does not respond, silent tears running down both his cheeks. Aemond chuckles, before kicking your father against his kneecaps. ‘’You can be silent all you wish, I like silence. Helps me think.’’ 

‘’I bet he had his eyes set on the Septa here.’’ Aemond continues, gesturing to you. ‘’That’s why he rode into Battle, that’s why he challenged me. Not for his useless brat sister, but because he had a hard one for her.’’ Your own brother. You know he is lying. But just that thought, makes you sick. He sees your disgust and your glare and smirks. ‘’Does that disgust you? My apologies.’’ 

Your father croaks out. ‘’And my other daughter? What will you do with Y/N?’’ You close your eyes in fear as cold sweat breaks out. You hear Aemond's boots turn around to face you and you open your eyes. When you do you are confronted with his rage and his displeasure. You helplessly tear up. ‘’Please, I know she's a bastard but she is my daughter. Certainly you can make an exception for once. We can even pay you.’’ He offers. ‘’We have gold, plenty of women, animals for your dragon, you can even burn me, if you like. But not my children. She is good, so is Diandra. They are sweet kind girls-’’

You don’t know Aemond very well. But he does not seem to care even a bit about money. He cares about justice, about honor and revenge. Gold is not important to him.

Disgusted as if he burned himself or as if you are a disgusting thing, Aemond pushes you in the dirt next to your sister. The blade switches necks. You feel it cold in your throat. ‘’You shouldn't have lied to me.’’ He hisses in your ear, forcing you to feel the blade taunt and slightly touch your neck. You whimper. You don't want to die.

‘’Y/n!’’ Diandra cries. 

Aemond ignores the protests. ‘’I've come to a wonderful conclusion: I will take this city, and I will take it in the name of my brother, King Aegon II.’’ That was to be expected.  ‘’So, since you are the ruling family, you will all bend the knee to me and I’lll decide what I’ll do with you traitors later.’’ You can’t imagine he will let your father live. Diandra has one final thing to say.

‘’You are a coward! You attack our home, you harass my sister and you kill my brother and for what?! Because we wouldn’t bend the knee to your drunken cunt of a brother?! You Greens claim that Rhaenyra’s children aren’t true Targaryens, but at least they aren’t true monsters!’

Aemond takes a deep breath once she has finished speaking. ‘’The little brat annoys me. Perhaps she needs discipline.’’ You freeze and watch as a soldier grabs Diandra before hitting her multiple times across her face until blood streams from her nose and tears roll down her cheeks. He smirks, folding his hands on his back. ‘’Much better.’’

You are horrified, still on your knees as Aemond presses you further down in the mud. You make a wordless prayer to the gods. ‘’As I said: I will take this city. I will bestow mercy on everyone who bends the knee.’’ Aemond says, and you can’t help but frown. Part of you know he is lying to the masses. He is lying and playing them. You’ve seen earlier that Aemond does not care about the people he kills. Your father nods, hestiant at first but understands you don’t have a choice.

You finally get up from the ground, carefully looking at Aemond for approval. He does not seem to care nor notice you at all anymore.

He gives his soldiers instructions. 

‘’Escort them to the bricks until I've decided that they can be released.’’ He speaks. ‘’Treat them with utmost respect. These people are nobility.’’ He warns the guards. A few nod, and your family is escorted away from you. Diandra cries your name when she is escorting to your home, where she will be held as a prisoner. ‘’Y/n! No!’’

Aemond sighs. The commander comes up to him. ‘’We rounded up around 300 survivors. And around 800 wounded men.’’ That is a joke compared to the troops that Aemond has. You don’t know his exact numbers but one glance behind you, and you don’t have to. You can count.

The prince thinks.

‘’Hm. Put the wounded out of their misery. And bring the survivors to the city gates.’’ He is going to kill the survivors. You know he is. That is why he wanted your father gone, he pretended to care so your father would go quietly.  Since Aemond is distracted with the surrender of your hometown, you easily slip past a few guards, quickly putting distance between you and him. 

You are almost at the gates when a hand grabs your arm, pulling you back. ‘’No! No, I don't want to go back!’’ You beg whoever holds your arm. You look straight into the face of the commander. He has a sorrowful pitiful look in his eye as he drags you back to Aemond who is waiting where you left him.

‘’On your knees.’’ He commands you the moment you are in front of him. He takes out the same sword he killed your brother with. He will kill you the same way.

‘’Why?’’ You whisper as a craven. ‘’I don’t want to die.’’ You confess softly.

His good eye rolls again, and he hisses at his soldiers. ‘’Help that simple woman.’’ He tells his guards and soldiers. Two men eagerly force you on your knees in front of the prince.

‘’I was so disappointed when I found out you had left my side.’’ He speaks the moment you are pushed on your knees. ‘’I thought you were smarter than to run away from me.’’ You are shocked for a brief moment. No one ever called you smart before. No one.

You huff, insulted and perhaps it helps that you know you will die: You have nothing left to lose. There is nothing you can say to hurt yourself even more. ‘’I saw the way you let go of me. You don't find me attractive anymore. I'm just a dirty bastard. Why waste your time with me? You’ll kill me eventually.’’

He chuckles, in a light, delighted manner. ‘’Kill you? No, no. That would be a shame of a pretty face.’’ Your face is touched, almost gently caressed and you are confused and terrified. You rather be with your family in a cell, than here. ‘’Now, I'm afraid that there is a punishment due for you.’’ He says, and he can’t hide his smirk.

You open your mouth to protest. Aemond takes the sword he killed your brother with, and makes sure that fresh blood is stained on the blade by running the sword, almost coating it in the blood of your brother by slashing open his corpse. The blade is now covered in crimson, red dripping blood. Aemond brings the blade to your face. He gently tilts his head and when he looks you in the eyes you know you have two choices. Submit or die. ‘’Lick my sword.’’ He says.

You hesitate. ‘’That is my brother. That is…disgusting.’’ You protest. Licking his blood, disrespecting his corpse and tasting his blood: it is all too much for you. You burst into tears.

Aemond sighs. ‘’As a Targaryen, I don’t quite see the issue.’’ He jests, causing the commander to chuckle, as well other soldiers. ‘’You can lick this sword or you can get on your pretty knees and die.’’ He says, carelessly. 

You hope he does not cut your tongue out with it. You lick the edge of the blade, softly careful not to hurt your own tongue. Aemond watches, his breath stuck in his throat as you gently lick the blood clean of his blade. You feel disgusted and sick after it, and you must to all you can to avoid throwing up. Aemond moves the sword,into his seath.

‘’You see that, men? These women have no self-respect, no dignity, no value. They are as sheep in the meadow, ready for a good ram to fuck them.’’ He speaks to the masses of the army he commands, using you as a example. You whimper when Aemond grabs you by the throat.

He throws you on your knees in front of him.

‘’Kiss my boots.’’ He hisses. ‘’Show me your obedience and you won’t be killed.’’ He promises you. ‘’Kiss them, or I will fly my dragon over your hometown and burn everything and everyone that you hold dear to ash.’’ You bend your head and leave two kisses on each his boots. You recoil when you taste the disgusting mud he walked through. 

Aemond grabs you from the ground, by the throat and roughly kisses you. You protest and try to flee him, but he holds you too tightly to escape. You are made a spectacle of. This is not desire, this is power.  ‘’Tell the men this one won't be hurt or touched without my approval. She's mine.’’  He barks at the commander and leaves with a posessive smack on your ass. You flinch, whimpering.

You understand your fate very well. The prince lifts your teary cheeks and kisses your lips, gentle and soft this time. A horse is brought to you both. ‘’You’ll ride with me.’’ He tells you. ‘’When we are riding through the city, you’ll hold your brother’s head for me. You hold it above your head, you show it around and you make sure that every fucking villager in this piss-forgotten-shithole understands who’s in charge now.’’ He groans in your ear.

You nod, terrified. His face and voice softens. ‘’I am so glad I found you before I sacked this place.’’ You hate that word with a burning passion. ‘’You might have gotten hurt.’’ He makes his voice soft when speaking to you, almost seductive and sweet. ‘’I might be staying a while. I hear the nights are dark and cold here. I need someone to keep me warm.’’

You don’t respond, not thrusting yourself to not cry. ‘’And who’s better fitted for that, than a nameless, bastard who dared to lie to me?’’ He lifts your chin so he can count the tears in your eyes, before they fall and roll down your cheeks.

‘’Get on the horse.’’ He says, commanding you. You clumsily climb on the horse, waiting for his further instructions. He climbs on the same horse, and wraps his bloodied hands around your waist, staining your dress. He takes the reins of the horse and directs it to where the majority of the survivors are rounded up.

You hold the head of your brother as a few soldiers from your father’s troops recognize you. Your hands shake yet you won't let go of your brother’s head. Aemond makes sure that you are surrounded by guards loyal to him before leaving. You remain alone at the castle gates, under guard. 

Aemond finally returns, with his dragon. He commands the survivors to be brought outside. You are forced on your knees in the grass, between bloodied bodies, missing body parts and arrows. Because he wants you to see and to remember well what comes next. He starts with the survivors who are the most injured. An old man around your father’s age can’t walk because of his bleeding legs. ‘’Let me help with you that.’’ Aemond offers the man a hand. The man smiles, through his pain. Aemond quickly takes out his sword instead, slashing at the injured leg until the plain muscle holding his leg together as thin threads is cut and the man screams. He collects the leg and feeds it to his dragon. After that, he feeds the man the leg belonged to.

Aemond forces around dozens of people to his dragon. Some are roasted first, screaming as they burn in their armor. Some are chopped up, cut up, slashed up, everything to make the meal sweeter for Aemond’s beloved Dragon. You remain on your knees, sobbing with every new victim for mercy by Aemond. Instead of doing so he grins, leaning and gives you his even more bloodied sword to lick clean. ‘’Save your voice, little Y/N. You are going to need it badly once we are alone.’’

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''But Vhagar didnt you already publish-''

I did rewrote it. Aemond did not took the eye in the orginal one.

I found that a ...neat little addition:))

[revenantghost]

When Tristamp was coming out, there were two (2) scenes in particular that people got upset about for mainly shipping reasons, but, honestly? After having seen the whole thing and having thought about it for awhile, I think both are perfect for this iteration of Trigun and the narrative foils that Wolfwood and Meryl play against Vash. In no particular order:

Meryl Awakening Vash

I’ve already gone off about how closely Meryl and Rem are tied together, so I won’t retread old ground, but it’s so, so, so pivotal that Meryl believes in Vash unlike anyone has since Rem. And not in a motherly sort of way, either. (I think Rem would have a heart attack with the trouble these two get into lol.) That was important for Vash in its time, but now? Now Meryl is everything that Vash is fighting for in humanity. She sees the good in him, sees something worth fighting for, sees something worth loving. And the love in Trigun is just so integral to everything and everyone. It defies explanation sometimes, and that’s really beautiful to me.

As absolutely hilarious as it would have been for Wolfwood to have come in gun (singular in this iteration lmao) blazing to help Meryl break Vash out, he’s not at that point yet. It wouldn’t have made narrative sense, it would’ve broken the scene. It’s Meryl who has that hopeless, senseless faith in Vash, in the good that humanity could be. She still believes in justice, even after having gone through hell since meeting Vash. She’s seen ugly, undesirable parts of him that no one’s seen in years and she chooses to stay. She is the faith in humanity and the love for Vash that Rem had. She’s the reminder of what he’s still fighting for.

The Scar Reveal

As you can tell from above, I love Meryl in this story, and I honestly think we’ll probably see hers and Milly’s reaction to Vash’s scars at a later date. But for this first reveal to us, and especially for Tristamp in particular, it makes perfect sense for Wolfwood to see these scars and still, somehow, be horrified. This man has been tortured in ways unimaginable since he was a child. He’s had to turn off his humanity for years. He’s been broken and battered by monstrocities we can’t imagine. And yet he’s still horrified.

He probably wouldn’t have been at the start of the season. (See: Eriks barking like a dog very early in their relationship in the other versions, at VERY different emotional points.) So for Wolfwood to have been changed enough by Vash and for him to care enough about Vash to be horrified for him, to want better out of humanity for him? Despite the fact that he’s about to toss him to his ruthless brother because he can’t afford to care for Vash and the orphanage? It was really critical in setting up his own decision for episode twelve, coming back for Meryl and choosing Vash over Knives in his own way. Wolfwood’s been crumbling for awhile, but this is such a huge crack.

TL;DR: It’s about love and faith in humanity and justice, and so much more. I’m so happy that we got to see these characters shine in different ways, and in significant ways that we haven’t seen before. And don’t get me wrong! There are valid criticisms about many parts of Tristamp, but I ain’t having none for shipping wank lol

[starlightazriel]

a court of love and scars

18+

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part 9, Azriel

Gwen was doing great, the training seemed to come naturally to her, and each day she got stronger. The punching and kicking didn't come as easily, but she had good balance. We hadn't kissed again, it had been a week and a half, everyone had been taking turns coming to the cabin and helping with her training. There was just no time, we trained from morning til night, and by night she was so utterly exhausted and sore... One night she even fell asleep in the bath, and Mor had to wake her up.

Though, we didn't kiss again, we stole glances, at training and meal time, she would catch me staring. I wouldn't drop my gaze, I would just slowly lick over the bottom of my lip and watch her squirm from across the table. We almost kissed again, at training, somehow she had ended up on top of me, while sparring, our noses nearly touching. "Get a room." Cassian had interrupted our moment and Gwen had jumped off of me so quickly, her cheeks red, smoothing her clothes like nothing happened. But I could smell her arousal, so sweet, so damn sweet.

Tonight was the first night we would spend at the cabin alone, Rhys was here now, but he said he had to go tend to Feyre, something to do with the river house they were building. I hadn't told Gwen we would be alone for the first time tonight.

"So, work on everything we did before lunch, and Cassian will be here some time in the morning," Rhys picks up his bowl of stew, tossing it back.

"You're leaving?" Gwen squeaks, stealing a glance at me, a small smile tugs at my lips which just makes her blush. Was she nervous to be here with me alone?

"What, did you need a chaperone?" he glances between the two of us, raising a brow, his eyes settled on me. I shrug, cool indifference.

"No, no. We don't," Gwen says quickly, Rhys' eyes snap to hers, a devilish smile creeping up on his face. "Alright, alright," he stands now, taking one more glance between the two of us. "You know, you two make a proper attractive pair," he says and before either of us have a chance to say anything, he's gone, his dirty dish disappearing with him.

"Ready to get back out there?" I ask, rising to my feet, adjusting my boots and leathers again.

"Barely," she mumbles, her eyes snapping up to me. "It's so cold out Az, no one would know if we just-"

"We aren't skipping it," I say smiling down at her. "We'll go easy, but we aren't skipping it," I chuckled, earning a long exasperated groan from her.

"But I'm so tired and sore and-"

I couldn't stop myself. "I've been known to give a good massage," I say, her cheeks heat all the way up. "When we're done, I'll help you out," I breath, my pants tightening at the thought of my hands all over her bare skin, she nods slowly, I could tell she must have been thinking of the same thing, her cheeks warming shifting in her chair. "I'll meet you out there," I mumbled, turning around, and walking out, shutting the door behind me. I didn't want her to see the straining in my pants at the thought of her splayed out on a bed, my hands all over her, rubbing her. The freezing bitter air bit at my cheeks and I rubbed my hands together, huffing out a breath, cold indeed.

"There you are," I chuckled, a few minutes later, I turned, smiling at the sight of her. Rosy cheeks and nose from the bitter cold, blowing on her hands, her arms tucked in close to herself. "Come on," I coax, jerking my head, beckoning her.

"Get in position," I look down at her, she pouts, getting into her fighting stance, I lift my hand. "Punch," I murmur, holding myself steady and I can't help but smile when her fist connects meekly with my hand.

"Harder, rabbit," I chuckle, she blushes furiously, huffing out a breath, blowing some hair out of her face.

"Why do you call me that?" She ask, squinting her eyes at me, focusing before throwing another punch.

"Because you're like a little spring rabbit," I chuckle quietly, my lips twitching up in a small smile. She scrunches her nose up.

"Well pretty soon, I'm gonna turn into a big spring mountain lion, and take you down," she punches again, a little harder this time, my shoulders shake in silent laughter.

"I'd like to see you try," I move my hand at the last second and her fist connects with my rib cage, I don't even flinch. "Is that how you're going to take me down?" I tease quietly, she sticks her tongue out at me and tosses her hands up. "Remember, your opponent won't just be standing still, Gwen, gotta stay sharp," I say, holding my hand out again, just in another place.

"I'm not a fighter Az, I'll be better off trying to tap into my father's shape shifting," she mutters quietly, looking defeated.

"Everyone is a fighter, rabbit," I nod, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear, "just takes practice," she huffs again, rolling her eyes at me but she gets back into position. We trained until our faces stung and our fingers were raw, I finally gave in to her begging and pleading to finish early, and I followed behind her into the house, she was running.

"I think that's the hardest you worked all day," I tease, shutting the cold out behind me.

"Oh shut it," she whirls around, and suddenly, it was like the air went hot and thick, the space between us seeming to shrink, I was leaning against the door, her against the wooden table.

"Go wash up," I chuckle quietly, the tension in the room was so thick, so hot and heavy. "I'll get us some food," I swallowed hard, watching her disappear into the wash room. I warmed up the same stew we had for lunch on the stove, getting two bowls and filling them up at the table. I broke some bread in half, smaller piece for her, larger piece for me and I sat and waited.

When she emerged from the bathroom, her clean scent filled my nose, lilac and dew. I wouldn't ever get tired of that. Her hair was still damp, soft ringlets forming as it dried. I shifted in my seat, mother save me. Soft wool socks, silky night gown that flowed to mid calf, the material slightly strained at her perky little breasts. She had stopped in the doorway, looking at me with those big green eyes. "Hungry?" I ask, she nodded and slid into the chair across from me. We began to eat, nothing but the sound of our chewing and clinking silverware filling the room, and the occasional pop from the fire that was burning.

"You're quiet," I observe, her eyes snap up to mine, I smile. "I'm still gonna give you that massage," I say, licking my bottom lip. "if you want it," I add quickly, searching her face.

"I don't just want it, I need it," she groans a little, earning a big smile from me.

"Oh yeah?" I ask, a suggestive smile covering my face. "Well I'm going to take good care of you," I said, licking my lips again, my tone sensual, her lips parted beautifully and I watched her squirm in her seat, squeezing those delicious thighs together.

Gwen had made it clear that she wanted me. I couldn't figure out why, Illyrian, shadowsinger, spy of the night court. None of it even phased her. She didn't bawk when my scars showed, no, she had some of her own. She didn't flinch away from the shadows or the darkness. "Let me just freshen up myself," I stood from the table, excusing myself to the wash room while she finished up. I bathed quickly, my blood feeling hot, I couldn't get rid of the hardness between my legs, not even with a cool bath.

When I emerged from the bathroom, I wore only my sleeping pants (or the pants I would put on in the morning after sleeping naked), she was laying on her stomach on the sofa, legs kicked up in the air, reading a book. I sunk down on the sofa next to her, pulling one of her socks off, and then the other. She twisted, a blush rising to her cheeks. "Good place to start?" I ask, she was laying on her back now, feet over my lap, she nodded quickly and dropped the book on the floor, folding her hands on her stomach, watching me nervously.

I massaged her delicate foot, rubbing up and down the center with my thumb, earning a hum of pleasure from her. I didn't take my eyes off her, I turned a bit, my back against the arm of the sofa her legs on either side of me now, spread, her nightgown rode up to her thighs. I moved my hands to her calf's now, my large hands massaging each one, thumbs pressed atop her shins. She gasped quietly, her chest and cheeks glowing with a brilliant pink, I could see her pulse quicken. I grunted, my eyelids heavy with lust as I stared down at her, my shadows caressed too, blowing a cool breeze over her soft skin. She moaned.

"Az, that feels so good," she whispered, my hands moved higher now, fingers curling behind her knees, thumbs rubbing over the tops of them. And higher, dangerously close to the hem of her nightgown that was already at mid thigh, I bite my lip. "This is going to turn into my dessert real fast, if you don't get back on your stomach so I can rub your back," my voice is raspy, even toned, low, my thumbs rubbed gently up and down the soft skin between each of her thighs, my cock strained in my pants, aching for her.

The things she had been through, and her she was, submitting to me, of all males in the world me. Feared across the lands, but she was not scared. Laying here in front of me. Completely relaxed, a puddle of desire and heat and arousal. Her scent filled my nostrils in a way that shot right to my brain spreading out and settling itself there like a high from a drug. I flipped her over gently with ease, her face pressing into the soft cushion, I groaned at the view, the fabric straining over her plump rear, I could see her silky white underwear, the fabric soaked through, again for me. I tossed my head back, closing my eyes for a moment and mouthing a silent thank you and prayer. I leaned forward then getting up on my knee, I started at her shoulders, rubbing them gently my thumbs slipping under the loose thin straps of her nightgown and pulling them down, exposing her bare back to me. I didn't miss her slight flinch, and I inhaled a sharp breath, almost nervous as I reached my hand down, running my own scarred fingertip over one of her long scars, she shivered, goosebumps rising on all surfaces of her skin.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," I said with a sincerity that pricked heat in her eyes, I saw it, she blinked it away, her breath hitching. "I mean that," I emphasize softly, trailing my finger down a second long thin scar, my wings draped lazily at my sides, I felt her lean into my left one, the feeling making me swallow hard.

"T-thank you," she stammers, the back of her neck pink with heat, she shifted, hips pressing into the couch, I hummed in approval. I had almost forgot I was massaging her, the intimate moment we just shared had my heart hammering in my chest, I couldn't remember ever feeling like this in the centuries I had been alive.

I massaged her back slowly and deeply, thumbs rubbing circles into her soft skin, my hands dropped lower, fingertips curling around her ribcage massaging the soft skin underneath her breasts, my thumbs pressing into her back. She was too perfect, fit in my hands so damn perfectly. I needed all of her immediately but I forced myself to take my time, forced myself to worship her in every single way I could. "May I?" I ask quietly, she only nods, looking back at me her eyes screaming yes, speechless, I smirk and pull her night gown down along with her undergarments.

My mouth drops slightly open at her bare backside sprawled out in front of me, legs slightly spread. Puffy pink lips leaking with her arousal nestled between her generous tanned cheeks. I couldn't help myself, I spread her open, leaning down and placing a lick of a kiss on the pucker of her ass, she whined in response, her body melting further into the sofa. "Its still turning into my dessert," I mumbled lazily, need to taste, I flipped her back over so she was on her back again, pushing her back just a little bit so she tipped back over the edge of the sofa arm just a bit.

"Mother above," I let out the lowest whistle, my eyes searching over every beautiful naked inch of her. I wrap my lips around her breast, sucking her nipple into a delicate point and then the other one, shadows breezing over her skin in my wake, she moaned again, her hands tangling into my hair. I kissed down the front of her body, my breath hot but shadows cool against her skin.

"Please Azriel, I want to.. I want you, I've never-" she cuts herself off, embarrassment staining her cheeks, my fingers just pressed into the delicate flesh of her thighs. "Shh," I hummed against her, my lips against her pubic bone as I stared up into her eyes, my own so dark with lust, dancing with my arousal. I pulled my head up again, placing each one of my large hands on the insides of her thighs and i pulled gently, spreading her open for me. I groaned at the sight and dipped my head down, starting at the pucker of her ass I licked a long stripe up the center of her, gently sucking on the bundle of nerves at the top. I repeated this motion again and again. She moaned loudly, her head tipping back, soft pants leaving her lips.

I savored every last drop of her, sucking, and licking and moaning against her soaking wet sex. She cried out when I wrapped my lips around her most sensitive part, sucking softly as my finger gently dipped into her, curling up, hitting that little spot. "Azriel!" she cried out as she released, her back arching, soaking my nose and my lips with her, I moaned against her, continuing to softly suck as she finished. It was the most beautiful erotic picture I had ever seen, her first release. Delicious and sweet and perfect.

"Azriel," she pants, her eyes wide with shock as she looks up at me, like she couldn't believe how I'd just made her feel. Her eyes drop down to the straining in my pants and they grow even wider before looking back up at me. "Take me," she mumbles quietly, eyes so heavy with lust and the aftershock of her sweet release. I let out a soft groan at sight, licking every last drop of her I could off my lips.

"I'm going to take good care of you,"

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is it hot in here 🥵🥵 part 10 will be up soon