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[daydreamerdrew]

I don't think that the Link at the end of BOTW is necessarily materially better equipped to defeat Ganon than he was in his first life, despite the new experience of having gone through the shrines. the environment that he was in from the start facilitated the practice of the skills he needed; he was allowed/forced to be on the 'correct' course from a very young age. during the time of the game the shrines provided a new structure for him, that is notably just sort of there and can be participated in at his leisure to the ultimate completion of his choosing, to grow and practice various skills and accumulate what it is that the spirit orbs provide, which he needed in order to be able to wield the Master Sword again, and which is not something he needed in order to claim the Master Sword in his first life

as Zelda explains when she's watching him practice sword-fighting in the rain when there's nobody around but them:

"Your path seems to mirror your father's. You've dedicated yourself to becoming a knight, as well. Your commitment to the training necessary to fulfill your goal is really quite admirable. I see now why you would be the chosen one. What if… one day… you realized you just weren't meant to be a fighter. Yet the only thing people ever said… was that you were born a family of the royal guard and so no matter what you thought, you had to become a knight. If that was the only thing you were ever told… I wonder, then… would you have chosen a different path?"

we've seen what Link is like when he's outside of that environment, for the most part. he's told he's a hero and is tasked with saving Zelda, but then the way that plays out gives him a lot of freedom. it's notable the ease with which Link travels around the world, as no one attempts to follow him around to help him out or to make sure he's on the right track. he's not reliant on anyone else, so he's not beholden to anyone else. he's not under anyone's command, so he's free to accept quests to help anyone that he wants, and he does choose to help a lot of people. the Link in the main game of BOTW is a fighter, but he's not a knight.

pre-Calamity Link was fortunate enough that what he needed to do, be a fighter, lined up with what he was expected to do in the position that he was born in, but that doesn't mean that he was without problems. as Mipha explains in her diary about what Link was like prior to claiming the Master Sword and so before he had the expectation of being the hero of legend:

"One of them was a Hylian child of only about four years of age. His name was Link. He made quite a first impression. He was curious and full of energy, with a ready smile. Are all Hylian children that way? One thing that surely sets him apart is his swordsmanship, which I hear is exceptional. He has even bested adults. He must be somewhat reckless, however, as he was covered in bruises."

And then later:

"Link came to visit the domain. It feels like forever since he was here last. He no longer resembles the child I first met. He is now an accomplished knight and keeper of the sword that seals the darkness. I am so proud. However… He hardly speaks anymore, and smiles even more rarely. He is still the kind soul I knew, but something has changed."

This change is elaborated upon in Zelda's diary:

"When I finally got around to asking why he's so quiet all the time, I could tell it was difficult for him to say. But he did. With so much at stake, and so many eyes upon him, he feels it necessary to stay strong and silently bear any burden. A feeling I know all too well… For him, it has caused him to stop outwardly expressing his thoughts and feelings."

the environment that Link was in was deeply damaging to him, but it wasn't damaging in a way that prevented him from fulfilling his prophesized destiny. but the person that he is during the main game of BOTW, when most people he meets don't understand the stakes he's working with and so don't place all that pressure on him, is a lot more at peace. he can casually be blunt, make jokes, have fun, etc.

in contrast to Link's upbringing, Zelda's environment goes from her father framing it as, sometime before Zelda's mother died, which happened when she was six:

"Zelda's eyes lit up like a wildfire when I told her about the relics… I must admit, she has a knack for research."

to:

"The reason her sacred powers still won't awaken is because she's spending all her efforts playing at being a scholar!"

that Zelda was neglecting prayer in favor of study is obviously untrue. it's emphasized repeatedly the amount of time that Zelda dedicated, and ultimately wasted, over the years of her life to prayer. and within that the time she carved out for study was ultimately limited and minimal, despite the fact that that's what she was longing for, what she felt drawn to

my thinking has been that Link and Zelda were both naturally the people that they needed to be in order to fight the Calamity, but Zelda was prevented from being that person. her problem was never her lack of commitment, it was that she was not allowed to do the work she was best suited for, and her commitment to prayer as the path to unlock her powers was itself a hinderance as it was never going to lead anywhere and she would have been better off more boldly rebelling and escaping the environment that she was in

even so, in that hypothetical scenario in which Zelda was supported in the way that she needed to be in order to unlock her powers sooner than she did, she wouldn't necessarily have lived a largely happy life, even if the end result in how things went down with the Calamity was a lot better, because she would still be in the damaging environment of everybody knowing about the impeding apocalypse and that she was part of their only hope of survival

[tom-whore-dleston]

Bound to the Villain

Pairing: villain!Adam Warlock x guardian!gn reader

Word Count: 995

This fic contains: some dark themes, abduction, reader is captive, corruption, evil arc, reader has some insecurities, unbeta'd writing

Summary: You are more than a guardian of the galaxy in Adam's eyes.

Notes: I said I missed writing for Adam so I said yolo and revisited a WIP I thought I had abandoned long ago. It's way different than what I originally planned but it'll do for now. Who knows I might write a part 2 with a little extra something something ;) This is my submission for @flashfictionfridayofficial, who I would like to shoutout for sparking inspiration back into my little brain :)

Your eyes fluttered open to what looked like a dungeon cell. As you gained consciousness, you struggled to remember what happened before you blacked out. All you could recall was fighting alongside the guardians of the galaxy. The reason behind the mission was foggy, along with who exactly you were supposed to defeat. 

Upon realizing your friends were nowhere to be found, anxiety rushed through your system as you tried to stand and run. However, you failed to move further than a meter as the chains around your wrists sent you crashing to the floor. You winced in pain as the metal tugged your skin. 

An ominous chuckle echoed in the room, yet you could not locate the source of the eerie sound. Your head whipped around the room until footsteps against the cobble approached you. 

“Who’s there?” You yelled into the void. A tall man with pure golden skin and wispy blond hair emerged from the dark side of the room. You gasped as your eyes set upon a gem in the middle of his forehead. In fact, it was a stone. A stone you and your fellow guardians were awfully familiar with. 

The soul stone.

Almost as quick as the snap that blipped your friends away, you immediately realized who you were up against.

Adam Warlock. The perfect man from space created to destroy the guardians of the galaxy.  

“What am I doing here? Where are my friends?” You interrogated, masking your fear with an angry voice. 

“No need to worry, my little one,” Adam answered. “Those idiots you call your friends are where you and I last saw them. I wouldn’t be surprised if they are on their way to find you. Some heroes they would be.”

Goosebumps pricked your skin at Adam’s pet name for you. Then, your stomach flipped as you worried about the safety of the other guardians. 

Were they really out there looking for you? The whole reason your team had been roaming the galaxy was in search of Gamora. Unlike you, Gamora was a stronger and more skilled fighter. Not to mention, Peter was still madly in love with her and refused to stop searching until she was found. You were intelligent, in fact, the most intelligent of the group. Hence, why you felt like an outcast most of the time, but maybe just this one time, you were wrong.

What really plagued your mind was what drove Adam Warlock to keep you of all the guardians as his prisoner.

“You kidnapped me? Why?”

The golden man laughed, kneeling to your level on the ground. “You know, I always pegged you as the smart one of the guardians.” 

You cocked a condescending smile. “Perhaps their stupidity rubbed off on me.”

Adam matched your snarky smile. “My main purpose may be to destroy you and your beloved friends, but I realized there is more to my being than death and destruction.” His gloved finger lifted your chin up so you were forced to gaze into his eyes. The gesture made your breath falter as his eyes pierced your soul.

“I may be powerful, but I am also lonely. I have desired a mate since my birth and when I was fighting you and those morons on Knowhere, I was instantly drawn to you.” 

You wanted to be infuriated, disgusted even, by his statement. Yet, your body betrayed you as your cheeks warmed up and you arched your back away from the wall. This made Adam’s grin grow wider.

“As smart as you are, you’re not very strong. It was very easy to use my powers against you and make you crumble to your knees. And there is no doubt why.” Adam leaned closer to you. 

“Your mind and heart are wounded. You loved and lost so many that you latched onto others who are as broken as you are. You hide your emotions to avoid getting hurt again. You’re just like me, little one. You’re lonely. But don’t mind that anymore, I can fix all that. Be my mate, and you will never have to be hurt or lonely again.” 

You conjured all of your strength to swing a punch at his face, yet the chains ricocheted your fist back. A frustrated huff escaped your nostrils as your muscles strained from the attempted attack. 

“You know, for someone who was born yesterday, you sure know how to woo a lady. But I’ll have you know, I am not broken.”

The same gloves hand smoothed over your face and down your neck, chills following his touch. 

“You can stop lying to yourself, little one. I may have been born yesterday, but even the dumbest creature to plague this galaxy can spot a broken soul.” Now, Adam’s face was only inches away from yours. His hot breath fanned over your lips as if hypnotizing you to close the space between you and him. 

All of a sudden, the shackles released from your wrists. Yet, you were unphased by your freedom. You should have knocked Adam to the ground and fled the scene before you could get killed. Instead, you gazed into Adam’s eyes, who extended his hand towards you.

“Take my hand. You will never have to experience pain ever again with me.” You found yourself succumbing to his touch, his voice, and his offer. Yet, at the back of your conscience, you thought about the guardians. How hurt they would be to learn that you chose to side with your enemy. All that time becoming a family with them just for it to go to waste. Your mind became fuzzy from this internal conflict.

“So, what’s it gonna be, little one?” 

Your once chained hand interlocked with Adam’s. It felt so natural, and you wondered if you were destined to be the villain. As his plush lips engulfed yours, the darkness clouded your judgment. 

If being bound to the villain was wrong, you never wanted to be right again.

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[deaddovedecadence]

Title: Earrings

Warning(s): noncon body modification (ear piercing), possessive behavior, yandere shit, dead dove do not eat

Request(s): none

Summery: Fuyumi has lots of piercings and you make the mistake of asking her what they mean.

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Fuyumi has earrings, four neat piercing, one stacked over the other, perfect studs, all four containing some type of jewel. You know the sapphire is for her twin because Touya has the same earrings in his own ears, in the same places the Fuyumi does. The pearl is for Natsou, of course, because Natsou’s powers are of water in the same way pearls are (infesting, rottening, making him like his family), the gold and ruby is for shouto, for his fire and ice (for his breaking and becoming) but you still don’t know what the amber stud represents, and today you’ve decided to ask her.

“Fuyumi?”

“Yes darling?”

“What is the amber stud for?”

“What do you mean my dear?”

“I mean you wear a sapphire for Touya, a pearl for Natsou, and a ruby for Shouto. What’s the amber for?”

She freezes, laughs a little, and really turns to face you. “It’s for you darling. I went and got it the day you joined the family.”

That’s the thing, you aren’t part of their family. You don’t belong here, won’t ever belong here. They took you from your home, from your family and sometimes it makes you sick to think about.

“I’m not a Todoroki, Fuyumi.”

She makes a little displeased sound that you know, know means bad things. “Why not dove?”

“You took me from my fuckiugn home, you kidnapped me. I don’t belong to any of you.”

She clicks her tongue, smiles, and picks up her phone, responding to a message, all the while you’re frozen in fear, trying not to scream from what you just said. How could you be so stupid as to make her angry? She’s scary on her own but with Touya behind her, she’s terrifying.

“Dove?” She says lightly, pulling your attention to her, “Did you know that all of our siblings have pierced ears?” You didn’t know that. You aren’t sure where this is going yet, but you know that you don’t like it.

Fuyumi picks up her phone again, texts someone and smiles. It’s not a kind smile, it’s a displeased one and that’s scary.

“I heard our snowflake wasnn’t listening today, hm?” It’s Touya. Your blood freezes up, and you want to throw up. If it were anyone but Touya, the situation might be manageable. Natsuo doesn’t care to hurt, hates the very idea, and Shou is so gentle that you couldn’t imagine him ever doing that but Touya, Touya is mean.

One time you called him. Dabi instead of Touya, and well, you still have the scar.

“Our snowflake seems to have forgotten where we all are in this family of ours.” Fuyumi says lightly, and you can feel Touya’s grin. “Well Yumi, I brought everything you asked for.” Fuyumi smiles, and it’s so fucking cold.

“Darling,” she says, obviously addressing you, “Sit down here please.” You take the ordered chair, freeze when you realize that in a moment, Fuyumi has snapped handcuffs to your hands, trapping you on the chair.

Like any logical person you start to struggle, panic invading like a parasite. A hand rests on your neck, cold and familiar. “Darling, if you keep moving Touya will mess up your new piercing.” Your vision whites you, and when you come to, Fuyumi is crouching in front of you. Her glasses flash, like the warning of an oncoming snowstorm, and she is silence, like the mountains before an avalanche. “Touya managed one of your piercings sweet thing but we still need to do this one. Can you be still for him or do I need to hold you?”

As there always with Fuyumi, there is a threat, a warning not to disobey. Touya is always the more obvious threat but Fuyumi is the cruelty that follows, the avalanche in the wake of violence, the punch of Touya’s scream.

“Can you hold me still?” You whisper, if only not to be complaint in your own torture. She smiles, smoothies, your hair back and suddenly your ears are piercing. The pain hits, like you’ve crashing into a wall, and although it is only a moment’’s worth, the hock of it has you crumbling in the chair.

As she always does, Fuyumi picks you up in the aftermath, gently shushing you. You end up squished between Touya and Fuyumi, the latter petting your hair.

“I didn’t even have to hold you still in the end darling. I’m so proud.”

A pit forms in your stomach when you realize that she’s right

[p-receh]

Analysis time! :D

What better way to make another thesis for certain parts of the last episode?

This post, I'll be talking about how strong the Power Spheres could take over its owner's mind.

As I ever mentioned it before. Even though comic book already covered the story of season 2. Again, we still need to look at the TV ver. Because whatever happens, TV shows is still the roots of Boboiboy's franchise. Whether you like it or not.

We good? Now shall we begin?

Re edit for grammar correction

See, of all every Power Spheres that had been introduced, only Kokotaim gang were not yet been "confirmed" what was their Power Spheres look like. Sure, the only elemental bot that had been shown were Hang Kasa's Crystal Bot and Retak'ka's Light Bot, but that's it.

Monsta already established two rules about the Power Sphere:

Every Power Spheres have their mind and soul. They could talk, think and feel like a living being.

Whatever happens, their contact with their first owner emended to their traits and it impacted to their next owner as well.

My first suspicion obviously came from what Gopal had said before in one of anon ask box about the first debut of Taufan and Hali in OG series.

"In the past, Boboiboy Lightning turn into Thunderstorm because he felt extremely angry. Boboiboy Wind turn into Cyclone also because of felling an absolute joy."

Another interesting aspect is from Mechamato movie. Specifically when Amato in Mecha suit mode was being locked to a flashback scene triggered by Mecha Bot uncontrollable sense of fear.

(excuse me for putting the Indonesian sub ver. :/

*translation note in order:

"Mechabot, Shoot!"

"Mechabot! What's wrong?"

"C'mon Mechabot!

From this point, I think you can guess what I would want to go from here.

As the tweet mentioned. It is interesting to note the similarities between the two. Whenever the Power Spheres' soul take over the owner's body more deeper, their eyes will glow and the scars spreads to their skin.

And by that logic, the Power Spheres consume much more energy than before. Thus the heavy drained out both mentally and physically from their owners.

Amato knew this and to fix the same issue, he convinced Mecha Bot during their final battle against General Grakakus in the same movie.

"Mechabot, close your eyes! I will be the one to handle our moves! Trust me!"

It goes back to one of my ted talks about this topic and a highlight some particular line from Kuputeri.

One of my favorite Boboiboy account also solidified his statement again about Oboi's being controlled by Power Sphere or in this case, elemental forms.

In my opinion what Oboi went through was somehow worse than any other Power Sphere wielder out there.

Not only he wields seven strongest powers in the galaxy but also might be the most unconstrained one to control them. Then again he still not reach his age of consent, but he already hold big responsibility to become the hero and most wanted target in the galaxy.

Think about it, even their original owners were a bit struggled to learn their power. Hang Kasa travel planets to planet only for learning his power with other elemental masters, Kuputeri needs to harness for at least hundreds years until she could tame Beliung/Tempest's, A small crack Ki'rana's body armor could made her went berserk due to the immense power of the Lightning bot.

In common sense, every wielder still has their Power Spheres as their own companion while Oboi hasn't. What Boboiboy only has to contain that grandiose powers? a watch. A watch that went three times modification simply because of the powers that was too strong to keep and use all at once. Not to mention how frequent Oboi uses split and now with fusion techniques is also add to the list.

He barely managed to ease his mind when transform to Beliung, Ice and Blaze worsen Baraju's conflicts with their near 3rd tier transformation, and he was lucky to be saved by 30 minutes Oakuat Juice so he could keep Rimba under his watch.

Now that we come so far, the questions still remains missing:

With how bad the elementals took over Oboi, will it possible they are gonna be the next villain for him in the future?

Does Amato knows about Boboiboy's Elementals powers? Does he also know Ochobot past before sending it to him?

Did the rest of elementals Power Spheres already destroyed after the first Retak'ka's raid or not?

I guess maybe Mechamato series might be the answer of Ochobot and all elementals Power Spheres in the past. Again we still have no clue what happened to him during the season 2 events.

And also this line up post before Monsta split the title for Dwifusion to "Gentar" and "Baraju"—

—announced the third season of Galaxy series after BM3 Gur'latan(quite close too after the movie you know?) . My only hope is that it cover the elenmentals and also other origins of Yaya, Ying, Gopal, and Fang Power Sphere.

Where were they came from? Were their Power Spheres also get destroyed like all elementals did? Are their owners still alive or not?

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OOT but I just love Monsta's new thumbnail art for full ep marathon of Windara. 😎👍

[bestworstcase]

hello! In your Yang-is-the-Salem-in-Bees post you mention yang and cinder paralleling each other. Could you talk more about that? 👀

the obvious place to start is the semblances. bc it isn’t just “fire powers,” it’s:

burn: every time she gets hit, it makes her stronger; yang takes the damage, feels the pain, and then hurls it back in bursts of fiery power. the harder she’s pushed, the more ferociously she can push back.

scorching caress: to superheat a liquid, you heat it to a temperature under conditions which prevent it from boiling. specifically, undisturbed water in a very clean container with no nucleation sites. this is an effect of surface tension, which suppresses the formation of bubbles. superheated liquid is in a metastable state and will instantly boil—often explosively—as soon as it’s jostled or otherwise disturbed. in other words, superheating is about heat under pressure. scorching caress isn’t truly superheating in the strict sense, but it IS a metaphorical representation of the concept; heat under intense pressure, pushed beyond the brink of what can be endured, the deceptive calm and the violent explosion that follows. that’s cinder through and through, and that’s scorching caress.

see how they rhyme? one burns, the other boils. fire versus heat. combustion versus surface tension. both of them, in contrasting ways, are empowered by pressure and pain.

this similarity and contrast is also carried through into their relationships with anger:

yang has a fierce temper that she keeps in almost perfect balance; she’s in tune with it and confident in her mastery over it, comfortable letting it out when she needs it and quick to rein it in when it’s not helpful. on the rare occasion she snaps without meaning to, she checks herself instantly. the perception of others that burn is connected to her anger at all is an illusion created by the correlation between moments when yang uses her semblance and when she uses her anger—to protect herself or to protect others she loves.

cinder is angry literally all the time. her anger is sharp and venomous and hungry and she holds it pressed down into a tight little ball underneath the masks she wears because she doesn’t know how to exist without it. like superheated water, her moments of calm or confidence are always one fleeting disturbance away from erupting into unchecked fury. even her fear has an edge that can twist into anger if she’s pushed far enough.

it’s the difference between a controlled bonfire and a subterranean peat fire. one is safe; the other may smolder for years and explode into wildfire if it’s exposed to air. both yang and cinder are, arguably, defined by their anger—there is nothing else that so wholly expresses who yang is than how self-possessed and controlled she is when she chooses to get angry, and likewise that tightly-compressed core of unspeakable rage is the essence of cinder’s character.

both of these characters lose an arm the night beacon falls; yang because she’s furiously leaping to blake’s defense, cinder because she murders a child to soothe her temper.

their recovery arcs in v4 are paralleled, as are their relationships with their parental figures; tai and salem are emotionally disconnected from yang and cinder in contrasting ways, with tai well-meaning but unfamiliar with who yang is and salem in tension between needing cinder to be her tool/weapon but wanting her to be free and safe, as well as not being able to see through cinder’s masks.

(sometimes the tai+yang vs salem+cinder mirroring gets very direct, like

they can’t keep getting away with it!)

the general thrust of tai’s advice to yang is about holding back: he thinks she’s “predictable” and “a little boneheaded” and reads into her use of her semblance in the vytal tournament an over-reliance on brute strength. he tells yang to find ways around obstacles, instead of through.

salem, in contrast, snaps at cinder to stop holding back. the slow pace of this training, cinder’s struggle to achieve mastery over the grimm arm and timidity with her new magic, frustrates her—because she doesn’t understand where it’s coming from—and she becomes impatient. and then, in v8, she implicitly recants that impatience (“here i am holding you back.”)

[whether tai will have a similar moment of reconsidering yang remains to be seen. but on the strength of the paralleling, i bet he will.]

there is something about yang painting her arm yellow and the growth of the grimm arm to cinder’s shoulder as she begins to handle it like her arm rather than a weapon itches in the back of my mind constantly.

there is also a certain rhyming between yang’s feelings of rootlessness and cinder’s intense fear of destiny and desperation to fight what she believes is her fate to be enslaved and hunted; the unease with having no clear purpose vs the pain and terror of being used.

[haphazardlyannotated]

Prompt: Consider a vindictive Pearl who guilt trips and trolls the diamonds at every opportunity. She goes on long rants, saying all the things she wishes she could have said in Era 1. She may not be able to stab the diamonds like she wants, but she's gotta avenge Pink (and herself) somehow.

Pearl had spent the first three thousand years of her existence hearing the other Diamonds berate Pink.

The way she ran her colony, how she talked to "lesser" gems, even when she dared to talk- it seemed like there was no aspect of Pink her fellow Diamonds couldn't strenuously disapprove of.

Pearl remembered countless times Pink's shoulders had slumped, her bright eyes dimmed with just a few sharp words, until Rose stood in front of Pearl, telling her that Blue and Yellow had never cared about her with a conviction that wasn't even resigned anymore.

The memories had been burned into Pearl's mind with helpless fury for millenia.

So honestly, when Blue and Yellow Diamond showed up on Earth, nearly killed Steven AGAIN, and then had the audacity to talk about Pink like they hadn't made her life a living hell for as long as Pearl had known her, and when Blue Diamond then grimaced at the moss Rose had once painstakingly tended to and loudly wondered what Pink could have possibly seen in this planet- well, Pearl couldn't be blamed for indulging in just the tiniest crumb of revenge.

"Well, she liked food, for one thing," Pearl said with the perfect, bland smile of a good, subservient pearl. She caught Amethyst's eye and was met with such complete understanding that by all rights they should have formed Opal on the spot. "I'm sure Amethyst will be happy to prepare some for you," Pearl continued, watching Amethyst struggle to contain a giant grin. "She's an expert in human nourishments."

Amethyst's creation was a precarious tower of everything in their fridge, some of it still in the packaging, liberally seasoned with engine oil.

Blue and Yellow Diamond, regretably, ended up deciding they didn't want to connect with Pink's past that badly, but the sheer vindictive delight Pearl felt at their expressions when Amethyst presented her masterwork to them (and then proceeded to swallow it whole when it became clear the Diamonds weren't going to) lasted her the whole day.

_

Pearl had intended for it to be a one off.

It should have been a one off, especially considering how badly they all needed the Diamond's goodwill to have any hope of healing their corrupted friends.

Unfortunately, Pearl had not anticipated how much being a pearl on Homeworld again would grate.

She hadn't been prepared for how angry it would make her to be once again looked at like a mindless possession, a trinket to adorn an owner.

She'd fought for her freedom in the war for hundreds of years, and thousands more in her own mind. She refused to be pushed back into the mold of what Homeworld thought a pearl should be.

She knew better than to make a grand gesture. Not now. Not when the fate of countless gems depended on it.

But she could keep her posture loose where she was expected to stand like a statue, could speak up unprompted, walk in front of ‚her owner‘ rather than behind him.

Most gems probably wouldn’t even notice, let alone know what a rebellion these little gestures were. But they mattered to Pearl, and when Blue and Yellow Pearl’s eyes flickered to her when they shouldn’t (because stars forbid a pearl showed curiosity for anything other than her owner’s amusement!) Pearl knew they at least had noticed.

Watch me, Pearl told them with every time she raised her voice like that, moved her feet just so. I am a pearl and they hold no power over me. They tried to destroy us, but we’re still here and free. You can be, too. They can’t stop us.

Homeworld would never own Pearl again, and if she had anything to say about it, it wouldn’t keep owning anyone else for long either.

_

When it was all over, the Diamonds approached Pearl on the beach in front of the temple.

They tried to seem casual. They failed utterly.

„Hello… Pearl,“ White Diamond greeted her, with an expression like treating Pearl like a person was the most perplexing task she’d ever put her mind to.

Pearl tilted her head a fraction to indicate she was listening. She had no inclination to play the accomodating servant. If White Diamond wanted something from her, she would have to figure out how to ask herself.

In the end it was Blue Diamond who spoke up.

„We know that we failed Pink,“ she began, an admission so utterly unexpected it briefly gave Pearl the sensation of being in the wrong form. „We would like to do better with Steven.“

That too was unexpected. The Diamonds Rose and Pearl had run away from would never have considered even the possibility that they could be flawed, let alone need to do better.

Rose, Pearl thought. Look at this. We changed them. Your son changed them.

Out loud she only said

„That’s nice.“

Yellow Diamond cleared her throat impatiently.

„We were hoping you would have some insights,“ she said.

Once again, Pearl felt like the ground had been pulled away beneath her feet.

If someone, even Garnet, had told her a year ago that the Diamonds would stand in front of her, admitting that what they’d done to Rose had been wrong, asking Pearl for advice - she would have thought it absurd.

The Diamonds she’d known would have sooner shattered their entire courts than admit their own faults. The fact that they were willing to put all of this, everything they had spent millenia trying to embody away for the sake of Rose’s memory and Steven’s future…

Rose had been wrong, too, Pearl realised. The other Diamonds had loved her. They’d done it badly, without ever truly seeing her, but they’d loved her all the same.

And now they wanted to learn to do it right.

Maybe Pearl could forgive them one day. Maybe.

Not today though.

„Well, for one thing,“ Pearl said, „I think Steven enjoys not being locked in an empty room for years on end.“

[kurwyetorbi]

Rogaliki - Bogdan (1670) x GN! Reader

This fanfic contains: Alcohol, gender neutral clumsy reader, cute interaction with Bogdan and a bit of Jakub (clickbait).

Word count: 1121 words (4 minutes).

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You had caught Bogdan's attention from the moment you arrived to Adamczycha. In this village, he was known for having delusional ideas about war. However, when it came to interacting with you, he didn't think he stood a chance with you. Therefore, he kept a respectable distance. Even so, he felt perfectly satisfied as he could fantasize with you at any given moment of the day. He went from time to time to Żyd's tavern as he knew you frequented it. That way he felt more close to you.

"Same as always, Bogdan?" Asked the waiter and he nodded shyly knowing you weren't that far away from him. The waiter quickly turned his head to you and asked what you wanted.

"Same as the handsome gentleman." You said scanning Bogdan's outfit. As always, he was wearing his feathered wings and his distinctive fluffy hat. After hearing what you had said he got extremely nervous by this interaction. So much that he had to go to the outside tables of the tavern with his newly aquired drink. After getting your cup you went back to the table as your friends were waiting for you.

"(Y/n)!" One of your friends tapped your back to catch your attention. "You haven't said or done anything insteresting yet."

"What do you mean? I have been laughing at your stupid jokes all night long." She faked an angry face and softly punched your arm.

"Shut up, it's your turn. Truth or dare?"

Without giving a second thought, you had chosen dare.

"Okay... I dare you to kiss a noble." She scanned the tavern looking for someone with power in Adamczycha. She noticed the priest Jakub and laughed. This friend seemed to want you out of town as soon as posible.

"Not him, he's a priest!" With great disappointment, she was ready to change the dare, but you came up with another idea. "How about him?" She directed her gaze to where you were pointing your finger at. Bogdan was quietly drinking from his cup. He also seemed to be keeping an eye on the horses.

"That does not count, he doesn't have any money." She complained rubbing her fingers.

"Or lands..." Said another friend.

"Also, did you notice that he wears the same clothes everyday?"

"I remeber seeing him eat a piece of bread that had fallen on the floor. Tell me, what kind of noble does that?"

"Well, a title is a title. So, I'm going to do it." Everyone in the table laughed and waited for you to go outside. Although they were not convinced by your points, they all cheered you.

After leaving the tavern the voices that once were loud were silenced, letting you think with more clarity. To say the truth, you weren't as drunk as your friends, which made this task more challenging than you had thought. You quickly found your target, who seemed to be talking to one of the horses.

"Horsey, quo vadis?" He was about to stand up to get the horse back to his spot when he noticed you were standing next to the table. "Hey (Y/n)..." Bogdan shyly waved at you. How did he know your name? That didn't matter, there were more important tasks to attend to.

"Can I have a seat?" You asked pointing the bench he was sitting in. He nodded and took another sip of his beer. "Bogdan, right?"

"That's my name." You weren't sure what to talk about, so in order to break the ice you said the first thing that came to your mind.

"I've never seen a winged hussar before..." He smiled nervously and sipped from his cup. He moved one hand closer to a plate and brought it closer to you.

"Do y-you want some?" As he said that he gripped the handle of his mug tightly.

"Thank you." In order to get one of the sweet cookies you had to get a bit closer to him. This action made him even more sweaty than he already was. He curiously watched how you inserted one of the little croissant like cookies into your mouth and struggled eating it. Unlucky you, a small piece went the wrong way and that made you cough uncontrollably. Bogdan quickly took notice of this and slapped your back until you were feeling better. Once you were able to breath he offered you his drink. "Thanks again." You muttered as you took a big sip out of his wooden mug.

"Finish it all if you want, I don't mind." With his offer you poured the liquid all over yourself, but not on purpose.

"Oh fuck." The drink was all over the place and most importantly, you had ruined your linen shirt. This wasn't going as planned. Bogdan, who was prepared for all types of emergencies, took a napkin out of his jacket and handed it to you with a polite smile. With all your awkwardness, he felt slightly less nervous.

"You have gotten out of bed from the wrong side." After sharing a couple of laughs you thought it was the right time to do it. With a big sigh you scanned the inside of the tavern to see if your friends were still there. After all this time, they were no longer invested, so they had gone back to gossiping. Some of them had already passed out. This was a relief for you. Without any spectators you felt more confident and determined.

"Hey Bogdan." You called his name leaning closer to his face. He curiously looked at you not knowing what was going to happen next.

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?" He signed a 'yes' with his head and waited for you to make a move. You placed a hand on his lap in order to gain more stability and leaned foward closer to his face. Before placing a kiss on his lips you observed the details of his features. His cheeks were bright red. You could tell that he had been waiting a long time for this to happen. As you pressed your lips against his you felt the tingle of his moustache. This made you softly giggle so you parted your lips away from his. The feeling of victory on his face was notorious. He would remember this day for the rest of his life. However, it hadn't been enough for you. "Can I do it aga-" Before you could finish the sentence he cupped your cheeks strongly with both of his hands and your lips intertwined again.

...

"We're going to meet tomorrow!" Your friends could feel the excitement in your voice.

"With whom?" Said the only friend who survived the night.

"Him." You pointed your finger at Bogdan who was outside happily finishing his last rogalik.

[nebulablakemurphy]

Through Love And By Love (Pt. 14)

Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished. Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding use of the imperius curse, discussions of trauma and mental illness; reader discretion advised.

18+ ONLY this chapter contains sexual content.

Part 13

"What are you doing?" Albus wrestles the time turner from Scorpius, as the train chugs beneath them.

"It's obvious isn't it? We've got to go back." The Malfoy boy explains.

"No, absolutely not, Scorpius! Bad idea. Time turners are illegal, you don't meddle with time. Delphi must have stolen this." Rose scolds him, in a tone so like her mother.

"Because she cares about my mum, and she wants my father’s name cleared." Scorpius points out.

"They’re already working on clearing it." Rose insists. "My mum told me."

"Hermione is lying!" Scorpius cuts her off. "Everyone is lying! This won't get better and if I don't do something soon, it's going to get worse... If I don't do something soon, I’m going to lose my dad."

"I'm in." Albus says, softly.

"Albus, no!" Rose argues, it's too risky.

"He’s worth saving." Albus pleads his case.

"That wasn't in question, only the method by which you plan to save him." Rose busies herself, tugging at a loose string on her jumper.

“All we need to do is go back to the night he cast the imperius curse and make sure he doesn't." Scorpius shrugs, can't be that hard.

"And how exactly are you going to stop him?" She arches a fiery brow.

"I haven't figured that part out just yet."

"I should remind you, Scorp, your dad was much more..." Albus searches for the words, "intense back then."

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“Finally got Corina down,” Rosanna huffs, flopping onto the couch, beside her husband. The little girl didn’t want to nap, but she was overtired and cranky as ever.

Draco looks up from Rosanna’s notes, everything she’s prepared to submit for his trail. "The sacrifices made by Draco Malfoy, in a desperate attempt to keep Voldemort from rising to power, do not make him a criminal. They make him a hero. Or at the very least, a prisoner of war."

Rosanna moves to take the papers from him.

“You paint a pretty picture of me, love.” Draco admits, handing over the parchment.

“That’s how I see you.”

“You don’t need to lie.”

“It’s not a lie.”

“Tell me the truth of it and I will love you still.”

“Draco, this is the truth!”

“We both know how this ends. I need you to promise me that you’ll try to move forward, once I’m gone. I need you to promise that you won’t spend the rest of your life pining over me. Promise me, Rosanna.” Draco pleads, holding her gaze.

“I can’t promise that, you’re the only person that I-” she breaks off to collect her thoughts. “Sometimes it’s like the whole world is spinning and no one can feel it but me. Everything is rushing around me and I’m always running, struggling to keep up. But you make me feel like I can stand in one place without getting dizzy. You hold me still.”

“Rosanna,” he shakes his head.

“I hate the things that happened to you because of me. Everything you have to answer for is because of me. Because I asked you to, because I thought I was doing the right thing. You have every right to be angry about it. You have every right to hate me.” It’s only fair. “I hate myself.”

Draco draws in a ragged breath. “Don’t say that.” He grinds out, between gritted teeth, as if it were the worst, most heinous, thing he’s ever heard.

“You asked me to tell the truth.” Rosanna fires back, “that is the truth, I hate myself.”

“Please, don’t say that.” His voice is softer now, taking her face in his hands. “I wanted to make you happy, I tried. I-”

Rosanna rests her hands over his. “You gave me an incredible life, with so much happiness and I am so grateful.”

“Then how can you say that?”

“I ruined your life. I put a target on your back, I set you up to be hunted down and prosecuted. I tried to fix it, to set the record straight. I’ve been screaming, at the top of my lungs, for twenty years and no one can hear me.”

“I hear you,” Draco assures her. “I do.”

“If you get sentenced to Azkaban because of something I asked you to do, I won’t be able to live with that.” Rosanna confesses.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Draco sighs.

“If I don’t have you-”

“You have me. You will always have me. You are a part of me. To my bones, I am yours. No time, nor space between us will change that.” Where you go, I go.

Rosanna chokes back a sob, leaning in and pressing her lips to his.

“I hear you,” he says, against her mouth; damp with her tears and his own.

Her hands bury themselves in his hair. “I need you.”

“I am yours and you are mine.” Draco breathes, it was written in the stars before they were born.

Rosanna begins tugging at his clothes, trying to get closer to him. It’s not until they are bare, with his face buried dutifully between her thighs, that she settles. His tongue on her clit is nothing more than a temporary gentling, making her tremble and keen beneath him.

Draco drinks her in, possessive and greedy. Driving her to release, driving her to madness; legs clamped tightly to his ears. And when she cums, draped over the front of their sitting room couch, he can wait no longer. Repositioning her to lie across the cushions. Making her comfortable, keeping her safe.

“Please,” she whimpers. Because it’s not good enough, she needs him inside, so she won’t be alone. For once in her life she doesn’t care about what is right, she doesn’t want to be courageous or brave…or even free. She wants to be selfish and to get what she wants. “I want to be yours.” To be cherished, to be heard, to be loved.

To be loved is to be changed.

“You’re mine.” He is home. He is loved.

The thought comes again, unbidden. Clawing its way out from deep in her belly. “I hate myself.”

“I love you.” I hate myself.

“I love you.”

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"I can’t believe-" Scorpius breaks off, taking it all in. The train car has vanished, they are standing just outside of Hogwarts; forbidden forest howling behind them. It's after nightfall and the castle lights appear exceptionally beautiful, more so than any of them remember. "Did that really just work?"

"I'd say yes," Rose takes a step forward, on shaky legs. "But we need to figure out exactly where we are."

"You mean, when we are." Albus quips, only to be glared at by his cousin.

"By the looks of the Beauxbatons carriage, I'd say we're somewhere around the time of the triwizard tournament." Rose reasons.

"Alright then, let’s get to it." Scorpius nods.

"Wait," Rose stops him, listening closely for a moment. "We'll need some dress robes."

"For what?" Albus asks.

"I think we're going to the Yule Ball."

"Great," Al remarks, shrugging a shoulder. "We're not supposed to be seen, that makes perfect sense."

"We can be seen, so long as we're not recognized." Rose says, tugging the wand from her denims. "Who's going first?"

“Age before beauty,” Albus suggests, pointing his wand at her.

“Honestly?” Rose rolls her eyes, she’s been charmed into a fitted, powder blue, gown.

“Now you look just like a Beauxbaton’s girl.”

Rose configures his own outfit into the deep red Durmstrang robes, in retaliation.

“Oi!”

“As for you.” Rose flicks her wand again, this time at Scorpius. A pristine black dress suit.

“You know,” Albus cocks his head to the side, “now he might get mistaken for his father.”

“That might work to our benefit.” Rose decides, tucking away her wand and twisting her fiery curls into a makeshift updo.

Once they’re through the castle doors, they split up. Scorpius heads over to the refreshment table. If there’s one thing he knows about his mother, it’s that she fancies sweets. He’ll just wait her out.

He uses the ladle to pour a bit of punch into his cup. Something slams hard into his back, sending red liquid down the front of his dress robes. “Oof.” He grunts, turning around to find himself face to face with Rosanna McVay.

This girl has never known loss, or pain. She is innocent, with a thousand stars in her eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” she covers her mouth, with one hand. “I thought you were someone else.”

“It’s fine,” is all Scorpius can manage. It’s physically painful to look at her, yet he can’t bring himself to turn away.

“Here, let me help you.” She grabs some napkins from the table, attempting to sop up the mess from his robes.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll manage.” Scorpius stills her hands.

“Are you sure? I feel terrible.”

“Really, it’s fine.”

“Rosanna,” a new voice, his father’s voice, moving closer.

“I should go.”

Scorpius catches her wrist. Maybe he can undo this; maybe he can save this girl, save both of them. “Do you love him?” Tell me it was worth it. Tell me what to do.

“He’s not like everyone says.” Rosanna tells him.

Time turns again, only now without warning.

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Rosanna hears her muggle phone vibrating, on the side table. She makes no move to grab it, smoothing a hand over Draco’s hair. The pair of them are still crammed up on the couch; his head resting against her chest. He looks so peaceful, breath labored as he sleeps. His weight on her is welcome, tethering her to the earth. Holding her still.

After a moment, the vibrating stops. Only to start again.

Rosanna curses, under her breath. Accio phone.

The caller I.D. reads ‘Hermione,’ buzzing to life again.

“Hermione?” Rosanna answers, on the first ring.

“Where are you?” Hermione asks.

“I’m home,” Rosanna tells her, “why?”

“I just received word,” she breaks off, “Ro, I don’t know how this happened.”

“What happened?”

“Rose, Scorpius and Albus…they never made it to Hogwarts.”

“How is that possible?” Rosanna shakes her husband awake, softly.

“They vanished from the train- I- I’m down at the ministry with Ron and Harry. Can you come?”

“We’re on our way.”

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"What happened?" Scorpius asks. The trio is back where they started, present day. "Did one of you turn it?"

"No." Rose shakes her head, still in her gown.

"Something must be wrong with the time turner." Albus frowns.

"Well if it's dodgy, we probably shouldn't be using it." Rose concludes, turning up her nose. "I have a feeling she tampered with it."

"Who?" Scorpius demands, impatiently.

"You know very well who! The same person who stole it from the ministry." Rose tells him.

"Come off it, Rose." Scorpius scowls, "Delphi is only trying to help."

"She said all you had to do is turn it, therefore she must have already charmed it to where she wanted it to go." Rose takes a step closer, jabbing a finger into Scorpius' chest.

"That's barmy." Scorpius protests, cupping his hand over hers.

"Either way," Albus scratches the back of this neck uncomfortably, he hates when they fight. "I don't think we should play around with this. It's dangerous and we could wind up stuck wherever we land."

"I have to finish this." Scorpius shakes his head. Preparing to turn time, alone.

"Scorp, please," Albus reaches a hand out to stop him. "Your dad wouldn't want you to do this. If anything ever happened to you-"

"I know, I'll be careful...I just need to fix this." Scorpius insists.

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“Any news?” Draco asks, as they enter Harry’s office. Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione are waiting for them there.

“Still nothing.” Harry shakes his head.

“Damn it,” Draco breathes.

“Did you get word to the girls?” Hermione moves toward Rosanna, reaching for her arm.

Rosanna nods, taking her hand. “Leo and Arlo are on the way to my parent’s house. Lucius and Narcissa have Corina. Polaris and Vega left Hogwarts via portrait with James, they’re at the burrow. Hugo and Lily?”

“At the burrow,” Ron assures her.

“Assuming that our families are being targeted, that’s five of the children in one place.” Draco points out. “We need to move Vega and Polaris.”

“We’ll send reinforcements to the burrow,” Harry offers, instead.

“Very well,” Draco nods, mouth set in a firm line. “There are protective wards in place, I set them years ago. Have whoever you send set up a few more.”

“Thank you.” Ginny replies, turning away to make arrangements.

“You set protective wards around my parent’s house?” Ron had no idea.

“And yours,” Draco says, without hesitation, “Potter’s, Granger’s parents, the list goes on.”

“Well-” Ron stammers. “You didn’t need to do all that, Malfoy. We could’ve managed.”

“A simple thank you will suffice, Weaselbee. No need to blow a gasket.”

After all these years, Harry is surprised that Ron doesn’t understand. Draco is a simple being, he serves one purpose. Protect Rosanna and that which she loves. “Malfoy,” Harry cuts in, “I hate to ask, but your mark…do you feel anything?”

Draco’s dark mark is a subject strictly off limits.

Rosanna curls her fingers over the inside of her husband’s left forearm, protectively.

They tried to remove it, twice. The first time, Draco hacked up his arm himself. Mangled and bleeding over the washroom vanity. He sobbed for hours, even after Rosanna found him, healing him with magic, pressing kisses against his skin. He still has the scars.

The second time, Rosanna attempted to pull the dark magic from the mark itself. It was excruciating, as if the mark had twined itself with his soul.

“Not a thing, Potter.” Draco scoffs, “how’s the scar?”

Harry reels back, as though the question is somehow out of line. “Brilliant.”

They’re both lying.

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"Where are we?" Albus asks, scanning their surroundings. Time travel is severely disorienting.

"Looks like my parent's room." Scorpius whispers.

The trio scampers into the closet, away from view. As footsteps from the hallway draw near.

Rosanna steps in, sporting a lavender maternity dress. Her belly prominent enough to be seen through the material.

Flopping onto the bed, she runs her hands over the growing child, fondly.

The washroom door opens and Scorpius can see his father emerge, through the tiny crack in the wardrobe doors.

Rosanna rolls her head to the side. "Did you have a chance to look at names today?"

"Not yet, love." Draco sighs, turning toward his chest of drawers.

Rosanna's playful tone is gone. "You wanted another girl."

"He's yours, Rosanna, I'll love him."

Scorpius' heart sinks. His father didn't want him. His father who held him up on his shoulders, when Scorpius wasn't tall enough to see. His father who wrote him everyday, while he was away at school. His father who loves him…only because he is Rosanna’s son.

Albus' hand finds his, giving a reassuring squeeze. He knows what it's like to feel unwanted, in a way that Rose never would.

"What the hell does that mean?" Rosanna demands, the angry vein pulsing in her neck.

"I'll be a rubbish father to a son." Draco murmurs, under his breath.

Oh, Scorpius sighs. No, you'll be brilliant. You'll be the best father anyone could have.

"He'll grow to resent me and I'll fail him. I'll fail you." The platinum haired man sits at the edge of their bed.

Rosanna reaches toward him, resting a hand on his lower back. "Draco, no you won't."

Time whirls around without them, again, without warning.

"There's got to be a way we can get this stupid thing to work." Scorpius says, through gritted teeth.

"Let me see." Rose takes the turner, holding it away from her body. "Finite Incantatem." If something was controlling the time turner, it's not anymore. "Give it one last go."

They wind up on the return train to Hogwarts, days before the death eaters are scheduled to appear through the vanishing cabinet.

"Brilliant work, Rose." Scorpius breathes as they scamper into an empty train car, to devise a plan.

Part 15

[stellarcat52]

Dread Spellbound- Part 2.1

<Post season 2, Daniel has a small amount of dread magic inside of him. His friends are trying to trust him to fight it off, but it's hard, and the ghost of Jayce isn't helping.>

<Magic corruption, violence, not really a happy story. self sacrifice, death (kinda) forced transformation>

There are two endings, this is the ending in which Daniel isn't powerful enough to keep the Dread contained. Please read part 1 (this) first.

Daniel was taken aback. “I’ll try to call more often, promise.” Shak nodded, and was gone. The sound of deadbolts locking was nothing compared to the hammering of Daniel’s heart.

Jayce was angry with him. The Dread was angry with him. 

The transformation came all at once. The horns spiraled out of his skull, bigger than ever before. The tail, it had came out before but now it grew out barbed and sharp, more like a weapon than another limb. Then it was the wings. A first time for everything, right? He screamed in agony as his back was ripped apart and blood spattered everything behind him. The dread would never let him bleed out, no, no, of course it wouldn’t. Of course, purple skin grew to fill in the holes.

When the pain had receded enough to let cognitive thought take over again, Daniel realized he had missed the sound of the deadbolts unlocking again. He saw Shak take another picture. She had heard him, she had seen him transform. It must have been horrible, but not as horrible as the dread would have him do to her.

“Don’t make me hunt her.” Daniel sobbed as the dreaded purple took over his face. “Run, Shak. Run.” 

Shak did run, and Daniel was just strong enough to fight every urge to follow her until the door was locked again and he was trapped. Forever this time, he hoped. 

“You. Do you know what you’ve done? You’ve doomed us!” Daniel tried but the transformation wasn’t going away. “We could have ruled the world, Kings! That is who we should be! But no, you’re loyal to this world that has brought nothing but misery to us. And so you’ve chosen death!”

As Jayce’s rage burned his body, Daniel struggled to breathe. “Of course I did. I’m a Spellbound, self sacrifice is kinda our thing.”

Jayce grabbed him, lifting him to his feet by his throat. “You will not die a Spellbound, you will not die a hero.” Jayce’s claws dug into his neck, only causing more blood to join the stuff starting to pool on the floor. “You will die a monster.” 

–

Lucy had ignored the cameras she had set up in the Bodega for weeks now, but after Shak came to her, out of breath, she decided it was time to disrespect Daniel’s privacy. That didn’t matter much anyway, what was in there wasn’t Daniel, not anymore.

She called for her best Dowsers, she told Shak to go home and stay with Hoagie no matter what happened. 

By the time they got to the bodega, whatever had become of Daniel seemed to have vanished. He shouldn’t have been able to get through the door, but he was gone. What remained was a lot of blood, and a ferryman’s token- a parting gift from what was left of Daniel Spellbound.

When they check the cameras later, they’d see Daniel howling in pain as the dread fully took him over, and then they’d see him glitch around the room, looking at the map that led both Daniel and Jayce to the coffer, and then vanishing forever

They would never find him, not even in the bermuda triangle which Lucy insisted they search top to bottom.

Daniel had a funeral, and during it Lucy repeated something she had heard Daniel say on the recording seemingly to no one. “He was a Spellbound, self sacrifice was kind of their thing. At least the Dread vanished with him."

[starwarsgirlie]

We Belong To Death

Hi friends! Here's the first chapter of my Viktor X Reader fic!

Chapter 2 Here ----->

The reader has female anatomy and goes by she/her pronouns. Further chapters will contain NSFW content! 

PLEASE comment what you think or what you'd like to see! I love collaborating!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters besides Persephone. I used the League of Legends lore for a large portion of this chapter's plot!

Trigger Warnings: death, war, violence, sexual themes, murder.

Chapter 1 - The Underworld

The years of the Rune War were filled with blood, loss, and pain. Runterra was where one would find blood more often than water and magic more often than blood. The arcane has always been a force that still needed to be understood. Beauty and destruction impossible to contain. A beautiful hell.

In this world of blood and magic, our story begins with a husband and wife, Mihira and Kilam. Fleeing their war-torn home, they came to a mountain known to grant those in need magical gifts at a price. Desperate in Runterra hell, Kilam helped his pregnant wife up the hill. Upon reaching the stars, everything became silent. Mihira and Kilam hung to each other in confusion. "My love, what are we to do to ask for this gift?" Mihira whispered. Looking down at his wife, Kilam shook his head in confusion before seeing her usual green eyes change to the iciest glowing blue. Kilam was thrown back with force while Mihira was lifted into the air, engulfed in the arcane. As soon as she rose she was laid down again by the power, unconscious.

Soon after this event, the two fled to Demacia, still not knowing the gift they received. Demacia, at the time, was a haven from the magical war around them. It was here where Mihira gave birth to twin girls, Kayle and Morgana. Upon giving birth, Mihira immediately felt a calling to fight in the battle and refused ever to touch her girls again. It was clear to Kilam that this was the price paid for their gift from the arcane, which was still unknown to both.

Kilam continued to try to help Mihira return to who she was. After falling pregnant with their third child, Kilam thought this would bring her back, but he was wrong. She continued to fight, and for fear of his children's safety, he fled the moment y/n was born. 

Keeping his three girls safe for the next ten years, he saw them grow. Kayle became greatly intrigued by justice and law, while Morgana became more interested in people's ability to lie and manipulate others. And then there was his youngest, y/n, or as he called you, Persephone. Your mother gave you the nickname as she laughed over how many she had killed while pregnant. You were her child of death. Despite the darkness of the name, your father always told you that just as there is beauty in life, there is beauty in death. A living thing is not living unless it experiences death. Death gives our life meaning. 

For years, they lived in peace. Mihira had not found them, and Kilam began to enjoy the life he was living until Kayle and Morgana's tenth Birthday. On that day, he got each of his girls a necklace. Kayle's was a golden sun, and Morgana's was a silver moon. Upon opening their gifts, Kayle poked at Morgana like she always did, "He got you the moon because you're dependent on me to shine." This affected Morgana greatly, making her angry and begin to scream at Kayle, "I HATE YOU! YOURE HATEFUL! BEING SISTERS WITH YOU IS A WORSE HELL THAN WITH MOTHER!" As she continued sobbing and screaming, purple smoke-like energy rose from her body and reached for Kayle. In defense, Kayle exuded the same smoke, but it was white, and so a struggle between the smoke began. Being only eight years old and unable to handle this traumatic event, you began sobbing while your dad screamed for his daughters to stop. It all became too much, and all you could do was scream. As you screamed, a wave of red smoke washed out from you, pushing Kayle and Morgana to the floor. In the stillness of the next moment, you looked around you and noticed all the plants and flowers were dead. Your father stood silently, gathering you together and putting you to bed, knowing he didn't know what to do. It was then that he realized the gift that was given to him and Mihira on that mountain.

A few weeks after the incident and after the war ended, it became clear that his children possessed the power of the arcane. In a world where magic is hated, feared, and forbidden, he knew the only thing he could do was teach you to keep it hidden. He read and searched for someone to help him until he found a Yordle named Heimerdinger. The wise Yordle understood the magic the three girls possessed but also encouraged the girls to hide it. Heimerdinger concluded that each sister drew her power from a source. Kayles was the arrogance and righteousness of those around her, and Morganas was the pain and suffering. Heimerdinger rarely got frightened of something he was researching, but that changed with you. The stealing of a living being's life force enhanced your magic. This explained the death of the flowers in the house when you were upset—despite this fear, months passed relatively peacefully... until the arrival of Mihira.

With the distraction of the war being over, she was now possessed by the will to train her daughters and raise them as soldiers of wrath and fury as she had. After all, her becoming the bloodthirsty soldier was the price she paid for the magic you and your sisters got to have. She burned down the city, looking for you and your sisters, killing anyone in her path. Only with the help of a mysterious mage was she captured and taken to the depths of Stilwater Prison. However, everyone now knew who you three were and your powers. "We live in a time where your gifts are feared; you cannot stay here any longer," your father said through tears. And before you knew it, you and your sisters were sent to different parts of Runterra and told never to speak of your past. Heimerdinger was the one to take you to Piltover. It was there where he gave you to the older woman, Granny Ray. "My girl, you are of a small age, but you must be brave; this woman here will love and look after you, so fear not. I, unfortunately, cannot stay as I would draw too much attention, so for the next ten years of your life, you are to live with Granny Ray in Zaun." "My girl, I will come get you on your 18th Birthday and take you to Piltover, where you can study whatever you want to make a life for yourself." "When can I see my father again?" you sobbed. "My sweetest child, it is best not to think of that at this time; he has much work he needs to do and told me to tell you how much you are loved." "One final thing, my sweet girl, you must change y/n. It is too well known, so what would you like to be called from now on?" "M-my dad called me Persephone." "AH! The story of the girl in the underworld, how fitting; from now on, Granny Ray and I will refer to you as Persephone, ah, or even Percy for short!"

[childotkw]

i'd also like a top ten list but of your own characters :D I am still intrigued about your original stories and I'd like to know how you rank them and why

Oh god I don’t know if I can contain this to just ten, I’ve had a lot more OG stories crop up over the years that I haven’t spoken about on here 😂 why don’t I do top 3-5 for each?

Aasdfsdgfsdfklgjsd this is so long I'm so sorry 😂😂😂😂

Storm Son Series

Tristan - he is my boy! My son! So earnest, and he wants to be a good ruler to make his mother proud while protecting his friends. He can be reckless and headstrong, but is a natural leader and charismatic. Still young enough to believe in the good of others, a bit naïve and idealistic, but it's endearing. Comes up with crazy plans on the fly, and loves Alden and Sena so much he's ridiculous.

Alden - he’s just…so cool to me. Perpetually responsible, to the point of being obsessive when carrying out his duties. He seems reckless, but he knows his own capabilities so well that any risks he takes are actually calculated down to the finest detail. He is the one that enables Tristan’s crazy plans. He’s got ~hidden trauma~, but loves Tristan and Sena enough to let them in.

Sena - she's very Angry but she’s got Reasons for it. An outcast, she just wants to find her place in the world, and have a family with someone that genuinely loves and respects her. She’s not human, and is insanely strong, to the point where yeeting Alden at an enemy is a move they hone and use regularly. She loves Alden and Tristan and would die to protect them.

Lucas - the cool suave mentor figure. Massive DILF energy. Alden is his protege and thinks he is “all the best parts” of Lucas. Pseudo-father-son relationship on full blast. Lucas has done some bad shit in his past though, and it makes other, older characters very wary and distrusting of him.

Rosen - main villain. He’s clever and dangerous, and can come across as a madman but he’s actually fully in control at all times and that makes it way worse. Calculative and manipulative, he’s all-in in his plots and confident that he can win. Mildly obsessed with Alden because of his undisclosed past with Lucas.

Undertow

Cassius - if trauma had an associated image it would be his face. This man desperately needs a break. A child soldier, he struggles emotionally to connect with others whenever he tries, and has a lot of identity issues. He loves his twin brother, and though he does a lot of horrible stuff, he's equally messed up by it. He's my punching bag and is a water mage.

Darian - Cassius' twin and number one protector. Can, has and will throw hands to keep his brother safe. Darian is a lot more carefree and emotionally stable, but he also hides a very dark streak. He enjoys fighting, revels in violence and is borderline psychotic with only Cassius existing in his sphere of loved ones. He's a fire mage, and terrifyingly suited to his element.

Cenli - the head of the institute that trains the mages. She's cold and political, using others for her own gain without hesitation. She only wants to protect the institute. Does play a somewhat maternal role for Cassius and Darian but it's a very complex relationship.

Kalim (might be renamed) - high ranking bad dude that's obsessed with Cassius because he saw him do A Grisly Murder once and it tickled his fancy. He's playing 4D chess against everyone and is very hard to predict. Pretty much everyone hates when he's around because they all know he's up to something but they can never prove it.

Trials of Edos

Eli - probably the sweetest all-around character I’d ever write. He’s young, like fourteen, and very much a Classic Hero that wants to save everyone even at cost to himself. Selfless and kind to balance out the absolute magical power he’s packing. Kid could destroy the sun but he won’t because he’s a Good Boy. Needs supervision though because he attracts trouble.

Ariella - a thief with an honour code that means she can’t let Eli throw himself at the Big Bad alone. She gets caught up in the plot and just never leaves. Very confident, very switched-on, very competent. She finds Cayden adorable because he’s trying to be chivalrous and respectful. She enjoys pushing his buttons.

Cayden - a knight from an extinct order that swears loyalty to Eli after he saves him. He’s just a good guy, bit out of touch but genuine. Ariella both terrifies and fascinates him, and they work well together. He’s got a lot of guilt and trauma though, which springs up at the oddest times and makes his friends very protective of him.

Gods and monsters (not officially named)

Ira - disgruntled immortal wizard (think 5000+ years) that is forever in service of the royal family. He’s got Tired Dad energy when interacting with Elana but everyone else just gets a glare. He’s insanely powerful, has a long, long history and Knows A Lot Of Shit because he’s been around for it all. Very Angry at the Gods for Very Valid Reasons.

Elana - Princess-turned-Queen after her father’s death. She’s twelve/thirteen, very inexperienced and has been ‘given’ Ira as her key advisor, but she has no idea who or what he is. Very quickly bonds with him as a father-figure, and wants to uncover all of his secrets. She’s inquisitive and clever but painfully young, and still believes in goodness and fairness and daydreams.

Constance - Elana’s grandmother, former Queen. She’s old and not always aware of what’s happening around her, but she and Ira have a past because he was her key advisor when she was Queen. She’s very respected by her people, but had a vicious streak not many know about.

Ziris - the god of fortune / misfortune. Very young, only about 800 years old. He’s a troublemaker and fickle but if you catch his interest he’ll be ride-or-die for you. Very loyal to his goddess-mother, and is heavily involved in the politics of the Gods. He has a fondness for irritating Ira, and likes Elana.

Dystopian (not officially named)

Piers Erinson - my sad, wet, pathetic son. Someone needs to get this boy some therapy. Very self-destructive, way kinder than you would expect. A member of the DOVEs, which are the elite troops / spies of the Council. He was strong armed into service after a mishap with his old squad, and is the nephew of a hated former DOVE, and traitor. He’s forever trying to escape that shadow, and carries a lot of guilt over what happened to his squad. He would die for Etta, his DOVE partner - and tries to multiply times but she just won’t let him.

Etta Litman - my daughter! Badass lady, 10/10 want to be her friend. Etta was part of Piers’ squad when The Thing happened. She saw him spiralling and joined up with DOVE to keep an eye on him, essentially threw herself to the wolves to protect him from the system and all the corrupt people. She’s very patient, supportive and empathetic to Piers, seeing him as a surrogate younger brother. Anyone else can get fucked in her eyes. She’s super protective of him and will punch anyone who insults him at the drop of a hat.

Dacre Cygnet - rebel, wants to fight the Council and the system and probably God too. Very manipulative, often lies to even his friends if it’ll get him what he wants (and he might even feel bad about it). Blinded by his mission and fully willing to go through people if they stand in his way. Feels many things all at once towards Piers that he cannot compute because he’s a bit of an asshole, very much a “you are the only person I’d hesitate to shoot, please don’t use that against me” kinda deal. They’re on opposite sides technically but he pines.

Marie Fowlep - Piers and Etta’s mentor in DOVE. She had a history with Piers’ uncle, and you can’t tell if she wants to keep Piers safe or wants to use him until he breaks. Doesn’t have a maternal bone in her body but would go to bat for her kids operatives. She’s a “the ends justify the means” kind of lady. Can be very mean.

Rust and Ruin

Mikol - youngest child of Emperor Bendek and Royal Consort Anilise. He’s aware from a young age of the shitty position his mother (and he) have in Otrar’s court and feels a deeper connection to her as both of them were considered ‘outsiders’ due to their features. After his mother died, Mikol spent the next nine years in his mother’s country as a ward, and grew to be a cunning, quick-witted and strong leader. He travelled all over, joined the army, learning as much as he could about how badly his family ruled, and eventually returned to Otrar. He’s an ambitious little fucker and doesn’t get along with his older siblings, especially his oldest half-brother Leonil.

Orryn - born in Troam Siana, the isle of the Ashri (those capable of different types of magic), he was quickly singled out as a new type of Ashri (called Okaeti - capable of energy manipulation). He grew lonely though as the only Okaeti, and made his way to Otrar. Decades later he’s still there, acting as an advisor to the royal family but growing increasingly frustrated with how they govern. He was close friends with Anilise and grows to care for Mikol.

Anilise - the daughter of the King of Evaria, she was forced to marry Emperor Bendek after their country was conquered. Anilise was fifteen, completely isolated in a foreign, hostile court, and essentially forced to breed over and over because the Empress could not carry more children herself. She’s quiet and subdued, treated more as an ornament than a person. Anilise birthed four children, all made to look like the Emperor and Empress in utero by an Ashri magic. Anilise had little to no contact with her children, who grew up thinking the Empress was their mother. Mikol is her only child that looks like her, so she was allowed to raise him. Unfortunately, her constant pregnancies deteriorated her health to the point where she was bedridden, and she died when Mikol was six.

Leonil - the oldest of Bendek’s children, he’s a cruel and cunning young man that wants the throne. He has a particular dislike for Mikol, who he acknowledges is the most dangerous of his half-siblings, and the two of them are each other’s main rival / enemy. Leonil is married with his own young son, and loves his wife and child fiercely. He is ruthless when it comes to defending his claim to the throne, and wants Mikol out of the way.

Delia - Leonil’s wife and a very charming, conniving woman. She’s a softer touch when it comes to manipulating others, and shares what information she gleans with her husband. She also thinks Mikol is dangerous but thinks he'd be more beneficial on their side than against them. She is an excellent politician, and people often underestimate her.

[corruptedsilence]

Anonymous asked: Patrick knocks two fingers on her door. Testing the waters, as it were.

While many might expect Missi, normal, maybe annoyed or even angry that she was being disturbed by Patrick of all things. Instead the door flew open to reveal nothing but a pitch black void. One hand reaching out from it covered in that same inky black darkness to grab his throat as one single glowing red eye started glowing followed by a second but instead of it being red it was pure white followed by an all too similar manic grin.

Wrapped in this unholy aura it was then a feeling of dread would radiate from her as she stepped further out of the darkness that shrouded her entire room. Behind her in that void opened various sets of eyes, blinking open and staring all at Patrick as she started to choke him. Squeezing his wind pipe dangerously close to the point of strangulation but keeping it open enough so that he could still stay awake. Enough air to struggle with, to breathe and keep his eyes open.

“ H̶e̶l̶l̸o̶,̶ ̷P̸a̸t̴r̸i̴c̴k̵ ̶D̴a̶r̵l̴i̸n̸g̵.̸ ̴W̸h̶a̴t̶ ̶b̸r̵i̴n̷g̴s̵ ̸y̵o̸u̶ ̶h̸e̷r̵e̵?̵ “ Missi’s voice sounded far too distorted, flickering like a flame as more of that disturbing aura followed each word. Yet if he listened closely, if he could, he would hear the entities behind her repeat those words in a mocking tone. Some laughing at Patrick as he was held by her. “ W̸͗ͅh̷̞͝á̶̡ţ̸͂ ̴̠̆d̷̠̂ö̵̞́ ̶̯͑Ì̷ͅ ̶͇̏ỏ̷̬ẃ̵̢e̶̼̎ ̵̠͛t̵̳̕h̶̖͛i̴͛͜s̷͈̚ ̵̙̄.̸̜͌ ̶̢̐.̵̗̌ ̶̣͐.̶̻̚ ̸̤̑P̵̞̋l̵͇͆e̷̥͛a̴͙̍s̸̺̀ȗ̸ͅr̴͇͌ě̵̩?̵̪̒ “ It was a power far greater than what she had displayed before hardly able to be contained by her body in this moment as it would take time for her to reel it in. Yet he came at just the perfect time to see her after a freshly made deal.

[hom3land3r]

He heard and saw her struggle to meet him, could tell she was weak. Frail. Unwell. And yet the chance of seeing him breathed life back into her for she couldn’t reach the window fast enough. He stood as still as a statue as his gaze fell on her, not saying a word. It was like he was there, but not. In body perhaps, but not mind. He stood as the rain fell on him, pattering against the material of his costume, flattening his hair to his head, dripping from his lashes and chin. He still just stood, silent as he stared at her.

He knew she wouldn’t be mad at him, of course not. The complete opposite. He could have taken a month, a year or more and she’d have still greeted him with open arms. He knew she was in deep, he could tell by the way her heart fluttered, the way she looked at him like he was the most beautiful creature she’d ever seen. Like an angel floating from the heavens. At least she had good taste.

He allowed her to guide him inside, allowed her to fuss over him as he sat down on the edge of her bed. He hadn’t said a word the entire time, the only sign of a presence within his body being the closing of his eyes at her soft, doting words. The preening of being pampered with kisses as she took it upon herself to look after him. The rain would’ve done nothing to him, he felt no cold. Didn’t get sick. It was pointless to rush to dry and warm him. He wasn’t human. He was far more. He was a God. Gods didn’t need heat and warmth or to be towelled dry from the rain. Though, he enjoyed it nonetheless.

At least until she attempted to remove his costume. His gloved hands struck, snapping up to grab her hands and held them in place by his collar. Only then did his eyes open as he stared at her, his expression…unreadable.

She was so small, so fragile there on his lap. How easy it would be to…

“Do it.”

The demon inside his head growled, angry that he’d chosen to come here despite the long talk a few nights prior. It’s warnings ignored.

No.

He sternly replied. He wasn’t going to give in, not this time. She hadn’t done anything besides devote herself to him. Surely that accounted for something. Surely that was enough for him as well as the demon. If they allowed her to live they’d have all the affection and love they ever wanted. What was so wrong about that?

“Tiger, I will not say it again. She’s making you weak and pathetic and needy for attention. Look at you, a mewling runt, craving someone to love him because he no longer has his sex toy of a lover anymore. Ohh, boo hoo hoo! You will never reach your full potential like this, John Boy. Not until you kill this part of you. We gotta cut it out like a cancer. So, quit being a fucking pussy and end it!”

NO!

His brows furrowed, pain etched on his features as he fought a silent and invisible war inside his own head. His jaw clenched, teeth gritting together as he could feel his control slipping away from him.

“DO IT OR I FUCKING WILL!”

He grunted as his eyes began to glow a burning, dark red. His whole body trembled and shook as he tried to restrain himself, tried to pull it back. Not here. Not now. He was better than this. He was the one in control! He was the one with the power. He was the God!

…But why didn’t it feel like that?

He stared at her with those red eyes as his lasers threatened to go off at any second. The demon in his head growling and screaming and clawing at his skull to be let loose. He panted with the sheer amount of willpower it was taking to keep it contained. Right as his lasers were about to fire, he flung her off his lap and shot himself across the other side of the room and against the wall, clenching his eyes shut as he howled.

@hom3land3r

They laid on the floor for what seemed an eternity, clothes crumpled, sweat cooling. He’d laid his head on her breasts and curled up against her side like a kitten seeking warmth and she felt an overpowering tenderness for his closed eyes and his pale lashes and disheveled mop of hair around his head, almost glowing it was so blonde.

She kissed it on impulse, held him as close as she could, taking comfort in his living, solid bulk in her arms. If only for a little while. But it seemed cruel to be forced to leave. Unbearably cruel to let go of this fragile sweet thing she had only just begun to enjoy. She should be able to stay and kiss every inch of pale golden skin. To learn each secret hidden by the ever present suit.

“I don’t want to leave,” she confesses finally, her hand brushing off the gloriously blonde bangs from his sweaty forehead. The rest she says voice dripping with tenderness for him, trying to keep the whining from it. She should be better, try and look less like the starving fool she was. “I have to go back to the art department. I’m expected… but I cannot leave without knowing we’ll be able to see each other again. Tell me when. I’ll go wherever you need me to.”

[livingalifeofasimp]

Incurable Love

《♚ SLIGHT YANDERE / POSSESSIVE Zhongli X Reader ♚》

➳ Dynasty Au

➳ Warning : This content contains Yandere themes if you are sensitive please refrain yourself from reading it. This is purely for entertainment purpose, arts and pictures are not mine credits to respective owners, only the content is mine.

❖ You leap through the time to some dynasty and found yourself in the dark forest sunlight scatting through the leaves, on waking up you saw yourself surrounded by some men, the look on their faces made you feel some kind of outsider. They were dressed in traditional wear layers of clothes warped around them secured with leather belts, long hairs, head decorated with pretty accessories.

❖A man came forward glaring, your clothing style made them even more suspicious of you " What is your name? Who sent you here?", Starling you with his strict voice pointing a beautifully crafted weapon yet deadly in your direction that you assumed was sword. "Is this some kind of sick joke, some social experiment Hahah I ain't falling for this", you shouted looking around you for hidden cameras where are they? Other than that, it's illegal to bring people without their consent.  

❖"Stop fooling around answer or die" something in his voice told you this all wasn't a joke as he put his sword near your neck. You cut your skin slightly in the attempts to push the sword away realizing it's not a play. "Do you wanna die so much?, General she doesn't look like an assassin", a young looking guy came forward, "Suspicious, everything about her is suspicious, her words, her clothes, her etiquettes, which country are you from?", Everything felt wrong you took a step back ready to run for your life while they argued with each other.

❖Your heartbeat accelerated as you ran faster than anything to save your ownself, curiously you turned your head and saw an arrow shooted towards you, subconsciously a scream left your mouth before you were pinned by the sharped arrow on the woods. "How bold are you?", General guy mocked you already on his way to grab your neck.

❖"Stop what's is this chaos for?", A deep commanding voice stopped him, he kneel down and bowed followed by all the other guys. "A sceptical girl has appeared, your majesty", he reported to the tall man dressed in all the luxury who made eye contact with yours, you adverted your eyes not wanting to offend these dangerous men after glaring at him. "Is this?", The man bend down and grabbed your chin to get a full view of your face, to find out from where you are.

"I believe people don't want to die unreasonable deaths I will ask you once where are you from?",

 "I am from South",

❖You lied through your teeth making an innocent face these sharp men, hopping to not get caughted by them, his face held a cold expression clearly not showing whatever is going in his mind. "South? From felecoia island?, You hurriedly nodded your head after all you wanted was to get away from them and find your way back. "Why are you here?", "Work I need money to eat", you babbled out anything that could at least save you from his threatening presence. He was surprised, your clothing did amused him, even tho your speaking lacked manners according to the era.

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❖You were forced on Emperor Zhongli's laps reminiscing, if you would have not said the things that you said would you be somewhere else in life, why did it ended up like this?. "What are you thinking about? Today is my birthday, you should be enjoying", he said playing with your silky hair,  you looked at the other side of the hall court officials drinking wine, enjoying, young girls dancing who were selected by the empress dowager so that Emperor Zhongli could choose one of them to be his wife or concubines on his birthday as gift, girls of powerful and influence families, beautiful and perfect in literature were dressed in a seductive way to win Emperor's heart but here he is looking at you with his heart eyes demanding your affection.

❖His face buried in your shoulders leaving kisses and smelling your intoxicating smell that always manages to calm him down, as you try pushing his body away with your hands that he took in his slowly intertwing, pulling your form closer, his left hands encircled your waist as he deepens the kiss running with passion as if he wants you to feel all his love towards you, his overwhelming love and desire that he can't hold back. Noble women looks at you with envy warning you to not get closer to the guy that they love.

❖Zhongli holds your hand to make you walk along side with him which was not done by any other Emperor before. Zhongli knows its wrong but he wants you to love him, piecing pain passes through his heart whenever you say you won't love him, leaving him at the verse of crying. Sometimes his love, loneliness, caring and gentle personality towards you melts your heart but his tendency to get jealous easily in small things makes you think otherwise seeing you pet an animal, he pushes it way and put his head in your lap asking you to caress his hair instead, trying to keep you closer to him all time and hugs you without your consent, making you think maybe it's a good choice to stay with him since you are not able to find your way back home.

❖Whenever you mention your timeline he holds you tight in his embrace afraid to let go so that you won't disappear. Zhongli do not show you his darker side, killing officials or their daughters and maids who plot against you on the spot, cutting their wives, husbands, concubines, sons and daughters' tongue but he isn't afraid to show you his clingingness, holding you down in his bed with him and making you his hugging pillow, trying to win your affection by showing you his pityfull and pathetic, lonely self. Surprising you that the most powerful Emperor who won each battles and states kneel infront of you begs and threatens you to love him.

❖You remember the time when you said, you liked cherry blossoms in one of your friendly lunches with Emperor, the next day you saw your backyard filled with exotic beautiful cherry blossoms trees making your jaw drop, unbelievable how did he managed to do such thing. 

❖"My lady do you like it?, it's specially designed for you, each patterns are threaded perfectly, Royal tailors had spent sleepless nights to make this masterpiece asked by the Emperor", a representative tailor girl said as she carefully put the luxurious red robe around you looking for some mistaken errors trying not to displease the ruthless Emperor. Suddenly guards announced his arrival which caused head maids to retreat back, bow down and leave the chamber immediately as Zhongli springed towards you, trapping you in a hug.

❖"You look so beautiful my Empress, this should be enough", you tried to moved away from him "Empress who?, I am not any Empress", Zhongli poked your cheeks "Quit joking my love", he walked around you and stopped behind you causing you to be nervous who knows what he is planning?, Zhongli caressed your back or rather the pattern design, thread made of gold, it's Dragon's symbol which symbolizes protection, power, luck and wisdom most importantly possession of Emperor, with this on, no one will dare to come closer to you or lay their eyes on you and disrespecting you would be equal to violating Emperor's order, the punishment served will be execution, it's a simple warning to everyone.

❖Zhongli's touch caused you to jump and due to reflex you turned around to look at him, just what is this man thinking?. Zhongli grabbed your right wrist and pulled you to him making you clash against his hard toned chest, he affectionately caressed your left cheeks too drunk in your view to realize your struggles and kissed your right cheek lovingly before whispering in your ears with his deep husky voice a templating offer, "Be mine, let me love you and I will give everything you want, you are the only one I need, I am not asking much, my Goddess please be kind to me, grant me the chance to get your love, your precious than any treasure I own", before enveloping you in a desperate hug.

❖When he hugs you so affectionately but securely telling you how much he loves you that he can kill anyone, forcing you to promise that you will never leave his side whenever he finds out about your escape attempts from the shadow guards, dangerous then any other trained soldier who were assigned to guard you more like to prevent you from escaping, no wonder you always get caughted some or the other way each time you try.

❖You where gazing at all the other princes ( Emperor's brothers) gathered in imperial garden who knew they looked so handsome when Zhongli turned your face towards him by holding your chin with his index fingers " Your Highness.....what?", his angry face scared you after all he can execute anyone he wants "Go inside and wait for me", stealing a delicious view away from you "But", "Show her way inside", he commanded your maids who draged you inside.

"You should be my concubine"

"No way I will never share my husband with anyone I want to be his only wife and him to be my only husband".

❖You smiled to yourself satisfyingly he got no chance other than to leave you but instead of seeing a disappointed Zhongli you saw a blushing Zhongli, his Chief assistant was shocked who immediately turned his head in some other direction to not get his eyes plug out by the tyrant.

❖"How can I be so stupid, you shall be my only wife and be mine forever I shall be yours forever my dear wife", Zhongli said taking your left hand in his long pretty muscular hands and kissed your ring finger as your smile disappeared realizing that you digged your own grave.

[hobidreams]

january 1870.

what can you do? what power do you have?

pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader genre: angst, drama words: 1.3k warning: this drabble contains a form of disordered eating.

moonlit throne index. this is drabble 28. start from the beginning?

“…uinyeo-nim…! …ease wake up…!”

“Can…hear us?”

The world comes back to you somehow piece by piece and all at once.

Words, hurried ones, pierce the haze of darkness that is thick in your mind, tugging you insistently to the surface. You think there are hands on you, taking your temperature from your forehead, checking your pulse, placing a pillow beneath your head. Part of you would like to keep your eyes shut for a little while longer, wanting to rest, but you cannot bear the worry in the familiar voices that call your name over and over and over. Wake up, you think, wake up.

Open your eyes.

In the dim light, the first thing you see is Scholar Park. His face has gone utterly pale, sweat beading down his brow as he frets, biting at a fingernail. But when he realizes you’ve surfaced, his eyes blow wide. He breathes an enormous sigh of relief that turns quickly into a half-delirious smile. “You’re awake!”

“S-Scholar Park…” You try to sit up and it’s a mistake. You feel aches all over; your limbs are slow as if they’re pinned down, made impossibly weighty with fatigue.

A warm hand lands on your shoulder, and you turn to see one of the younger uinyeo, Min-ji, by your side. “Please, stay on the bed, su-uinyeo-nim.”

You nod, settling back as you slowly blink, blink, blink. You don’t remember how you got here. You don’t remember what has happened to make you feel like this, like you’re hollowed out, weak. “But Min-ji, what—”

The door to your room bursts open. Wood scrapes harsh against wood, slamming into its frame.

Your incredulous eyes fall upon the king: the only man who could make such an entrance and demand every ounce of your attention.

“Jeonha!”

Immediately the other two in the room drop into deep bows.

“What the hell is going on here?” He stalks into the room, Eunuch Kim not far behind with concern etched on his features. “What happened?”

Scholar Park is slightly shriveling under the fury of the king’s glare but he manages to say, “we were walking to the library when uinyeo-nim suddenly collapsed. I immediately brought her here with the eunuchs, and called for another uinyeo to treat her. She awoke just a few minutes ago.”

“What?” He whips his head to the side. “You. Why did she collapse?”

Min-ji’s voice is so small as she replies, “I… believe it is fatigue b-brought on by m-malnutrition, jeonha.”

Then Min-ji is shrinking back too, for the king’s scowl grows infinitely at her words. He gives their meaning but a moment to settle in before he bristles. Bares his teeth.

“Let us be alone.”

“Jeonha…” Eunuch Kim starts. You can’t tell if he’s more worried for his charge or for you by the way he casts worried looks between you both.

“Alone.”

It is only after the door shuts behind the others that the king turns on you.

He walks to your bedside until he is close, but he doesn’t touch.

You stare at each other, your labored breaths the only sound in the space until he asks with a low tone, “you have not been eating?” Though he might sound angry, thoroughly annoyed in fact, you think there might be confusion there too. You are silent, so he continues. “Yet, when I ask, the cooks inform me that they have delivered your meals to you as I have instructed. So.” The syllable dips low, dangerous. “Who exactly is the liar here? Who shall get the punishment?”

You… did not realize he kept such a careful eye on you. How much should you reveal? What excuse could you come up with that could spare everyone?

“Not going to answer me? Then I shall have to call someone else. Jin-young. What would she tell me, hm?”

Pressing your lips together, you recognize his subtle look of triumph as you both know you could not drag the beloved cook into this. Your only option left is the truth.

“She… would say that I have... been asking for my meals to be uncooked. That I— I told her I wanted the ingredients to attempt to better my skills in the craft. But instead…” you scrunch the fabric of your skirt tight within your fingers. You take a deep breath, and then confess, “I have been distributing most of the grain, vegetables, and meats to those in town who are in need of it more than I.”

His scowl is so, so deep. “You... have been starving yourself instead?”

“I-I am eating as much as necessary, jeonha.” You don’t tell him that means two small bowls of rice porridge a day.

“Yet you collapsed.”

“I merely overworked myself today, that is all.”

“No. No, I do not accept that excuse. You collapsed. You fell unconscious, due to malnutrition.”

“But jeonha, the famine.” You push yourself onto your elbows. You need him to take you seriously, even as you wince from the action. “The people. The people have so much less than I. Often less than a single grain of rice to pass an entire day and much less any real sustenance to keep them alive. They— they are the truly malnourished here!”

“That is absolutely none of your concern.” Though he never raises his volume to a shout, his tone is no less intense, no less furious as he carefully articulates every word. Biting every damn truth at you. “You are not part of the royal family. You are not responsible for the people like this.”

Rare anger trickles into your veins as you fist your hands. You’ve backed down to him one too many times and this will not be one of them. “I need to do something! Am I meant to just watch them die, jeonha? To pretend that my life is perfect and lavish while I watch them suffer and struggle for want of nothing more than a hot meal?”

“Then would you rather die in exchange?!”

Your breath catches in shock. Your fury tampers down, simmering but not extinguished when faced with his overwhelming intensity, snapped at you as he wraps a firm hand around your arm.

Like a predator, he brings his face mere inches from yours. “I won’t hear of this anymore. You are not to do such things. Do not overstep your position.”

He squeezes you once before he pulls away and proceeds to leave completely, abandoning you to the absolute silence of your room.

You wait three pensive seconds before the door shuts before you let yourself collapse back onto the bed. What little strength you regained feels completely drained from you again. You didn’t mean for him to find out. You had no idea how he’d react but you never thought, never ever thought, that he would actually threaten your life like this. That harsh question repeats in your mind, the implications behind it more exhausting than any fatigue could ever be.

Silly you, to think there’d been a change in all these months. That things between you were progressing and getting back to a point where you could be comfortable with each other again. In the end, you were just deluding yourself. Letting yourself get caught up in the play-pretend that you could be the one to stand by the king’s side instead of the whore at his feet. (“What power do you have?” he asked you all those months ago, his voice abrupt, too coarse as he claimed you. You have none, as he has proved to you yet again. Not even enough to save yourself.)

[thechangeling]

If I keep my eyes closed

A quick authors note before we get started. When writing characters like Ty, Alyssa and my version of Lizzie I always find myself trying to straddle this imaginary line between creating "good representation" and what I believe is accurate representation, or at least accurate to my experiences as an autistic person. I struggle with this the most when writing Alyssa. I am constantly trying to be mindful of respecting and honoring her cultural background as a white writer while still inserting my own autistic experiences and autistic trauma into her character and story. Sometimes that even means going against my own instincts and feelings.

That being said I still invite anyone to criticize my work if I've written something offensive. Especially if you are an autistic POC! I know that my autistic perspective is not the only way to be autistic and I don't want anyone to think I'm suggesting that.

Also I wrote an Alyssa playlist if anyone wants to listen to it it'll be at the end.

Cw: Autistic trauma!!!!! Like a lot!!, parental trauma, mention of C-PTSD triggers and dissociation.

Chapter 5: Despite everything I'm still human.

If you recognize the title of this chapter I love you and you get a cookie!

5.  He wasn't actually that pretty.

That was the first thing Alyssa noticed when she saw Kit Herondale for the first time. She supposed she had hyped him up a little in her head seeing how much Ty pined after him, but really he was just a boy.

Ok sure he was cute. Not really her type but still attractive. He had a nose and lip piercing which was a plus, along with a few tattoos that Ali wasn't sure about the meaning of. But she knew they definitely weren't runes.

He also left his shoes on indoors like most white Americans which really pissed her off. Like why are you tracking all this dirt through your house just to make a mess that you'll have to clean up later? And what if you wanted to put your feet up? It was stupid and made fuck all sense.

But that was beside the point. Other than that Kit seemed nice enough, other than the fact he was ignoring Ty. But Ty seemed like he wasn't ready to talk to Kit yet either so maybe it was for the best.

Alyssa was currently lying in one of Ty's hiding spots around the institute. It was a little nook beside one of the windows in the library. It was extremely high up, but if you used a chair to climb onto one of the book cases, then you could climb up on top of it and jump to the ledge from there. It wasn't very hard for a werewolf with enhanced strength and speed to do.

Alyssa lay on her back, her dark hair billowing out around her with her feet planted on the opposite wall and her knees bent. She was absentmindedly using her werewolf hearing to listen to the conversations of the people below.

They were in the midst of a full blown crisis. As it turned out Kit was the descent of some super special faerie person and supposedly had all this untapped power. Now a bunch of people were trying to get their hands on him.

Alyssa didn't really care about the details. What she cared about was that Ty had already figured this out and had neglected to tell her.

She was trying not to feel angry, or hurt and betrayed. She knew that he was probably just protecting Kit, but the old voices in her head were whispering again.

He doesn't trust you. He'll never trust you.

You're not really his friend.

He doesn't love you.

"Shut up," Alyssa whispered out loud. Trying to push them aside.

She had gotten along well enough with Ty's siblings. She played the part of the dutiful good girl with her smiles and politeness. When she met Ty's sister Drusilla she had barely been able to contain her excitement at her name. Drusilla just like Drusilla from Buffy the vampire slayer, her favorite show and her special interest.

Alyssa had bit the inside of her cheek to keep from squealing.

Down below Kit's friends Marìa Machado Sotomayor, or Mari as she preferred to be called, and Lizzie Fauteux were talking about the upcoming meeting and the danger they were all facing.

Mari was sweet. The kind of person who actually seemed genuinely like she cared about people and wanted the best for everyone. It was weird. But Ali liked it. Lizzie on the other hand was a burning fire of pain and hatred. She didn't say much and was a weird combination of shy and aggressive that seemed to suit her.

When Ali first stared into the girl's eyes, it was only for a quick second seeing as she seemed to militantly avoid eye contact which was fine by Alyssa, it was like staring into a dark black void. There was so much despair behind those eyes and so much anger. Ali looked into those eyes and saw herself.

Mirror mirror.

Lizzie was just more open about it.

So yeah, she kinda didn't like Lizzie.

Mari was definitely way more fun. She loved the way they gushed and grinned when they spoke of their home town of Loiza, or told stories about how she danced Bomba with her friends and family.

It made Alyssa homesick though. Homesick for Adobo and Lumpia, for parties and dancing. Homesick for her own family.

She loved Ty and Anush but there were certain things that she just couldn't get from them. Alyssa may not always have gotten along with her family but they were still family and family was everything.

It didn't mean that it didn't make her angry when she had to lie to them about things she knew they would never understand or mask constantly around them, always twisting herself into a new shape depending on the situation.  She knew that they were partly responsible for inflicting some of the trauma that caused her to develop C-PTSD even though they hadn't meant to and yet she still loved them and felt indebted to them.

It was complicated. Kind of like how she was a part of so many things at once, so many different communities. She was queer, Filipina American, had multiple neurodivergences, and was a werewolf of the New York pack and yet still she felt so alone. Like she belonged nowhere. Like she was nothing. Just different little made up figments meant to appease different people.

Alyssa Reyes didn't exist.

She heard James Marsters' voice as Spike from Buffy in her head.

Oh poor poor little lost girl. She doesn't fit in anywhere. She's got no one to love!

Ali whined out loud pulling at her dark wavy hair. Calm down you idiot. Just calm down.

She knew she should probably look for the rest of her pack. The meeting would be starting soon.

But Alyssa was instantly snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Ty's name.

"When I first saw that necklace I swear I bloody thought they were secretly dating" Mari giggled in her Devon British accent.

"Wait seriously?" Lizzie chimed in with her less pleasant, rougher flatter voice which had a British accent with a little mix of French. "You thought he was with that boy the entire time he was dating you? And then me? Kit wouldn't do that."

Alyssa's eyebrows raised at the knowledge that apparently Lizzie and Mari were both Kit's ex's.

"Well yeah I mean after that! I mean he never tells us anything! But it seems like he was just pining," Mari said with a shrug. She was relaxed against one of the comfy chairs, fiddling with a string on her top. Lizzie scoffed.

"Still pining you mean. It's pathetic." She was sitting on the floor across from Mari, holding her knees to her chest tightly. "I mean I really don't understand the point. Is Ty even really worth it?"

Oh fuck her!

They both definitely didn't realize that Alyssa was above them. She could drop down and scare the living shit out of them. She could go after Lizzie and rip her a new one. But honestly she was exhausted.

And depressed as fuck.

The C-PTSD symptoms were really out in full force today. Alyssa had a headache and her upper shoulders ached. Her emotions were all over the place and her chest felt tight. She was almost considering napping in this spot before she heard another voice, not Lizzie's or Mari's.

"Hey guys the meetings gonna start soon, you should probably come. I mean unless you wanna get like eviscerated by that scary chick who runs your pack!"

Kit Herondale.

She would know that voice anywhere. It had already become so cemented in her mind. She watched as Kit came over to Mari smiling as they made grabby hands at him to pull them up. Lizzie stood up on her own with a little grumble and a groan which caused Kit to chuckle and wink at her which she promptly responded to by giving him the finger. But Alyssa could tell there was something in her gaze there hadn't been before. Warmth.

She watched as the three of them slowly made their way out of the library. She knew she should really join them. Maia would have her head if she was late. Alyssa rolled her eyes at the sky.

Suddenly just as Kit reached the doorway, he stopped, letting the other two leave without him. He stood in the doorway for a moment in silence.

"Are you coming?" He asked. Kit turned around to look back at her, staring directly up at where she was. "Or am I gonna have to come up there and get you?"

He knew?  He knew she was up there the entire time and he didn't say anything? Until now. But why? Alyssa sat up, readjusting her position so that she was facing him.

He was smirking. She wanted to wipe that stupid expression off his face. She smirked back at him, rage boiling through her blood. "I'd like to see you try, shadowhunter!"

She spat the word shadowhunter like a curse. And for a moment he looked genuinely hurt before he shrugged.

"Not entirely though," he pointed out. "I mean if that was the case we wouldn't even be having this meeting. You know the big how do we make Kit not die brainstorming session? Should be a blast, you should totally go."

Despite herself Alyssa snorted. She could see why Ty liked him. Kind of. He had this way of speaking that got caught underneath your skin. Words that seeped inside of you and tickled until they made you giggle.

"I was going to. I was just taking some time."

Kit nodded. "Yeah I see he told you where his hiding spot was." He had a strange sort of expression on his face, like he was jealous.

Alyssa couldn't help it. She smirked again. "Yeah of course he does," she taunted. "We're best friends, he tells me everything."

The barb did it's job. Kit looked crestfallen. Although he was trying to hide it. That made Alyssa even angrier.

How dare he act all wounded after what he did? He has no right.

Alyssa jumped down from her perch gracefully, barely making any noise. She could still her ballet teacher's voice in her head. Land on your toes and bend the knees. "Anyways," she clicked her tounge. "I guess we better get going."

"Wait," Kit blurted out. "Can I ask you something?"

Alyssa sighed in place of an answer. Kit kept talking anyway.

She wasn't prepared for the way his gaze looked so pained and desperate when he asked, "how do I get Ty to care about me?

Alyssa grit her teeth trying not to explode with rage. She knew she should try to be calm and patient. It's what Ty would want.

But she was exhausted, shaking and in pain. She had had enough.

Alyssa laughed almost manically. "Are you fucking serious? How dare you? The fact that you have the blatent audacity to be so fucking ignorant blows my mind!"

Kit's eyes widened. "What?"

"Newsflash dumbass! He is in love with you! He has been ever since the day you fucking abandoned him for greener pastures," Alyssa shouted.

Kit glared sharply. "That's not what happened and you don't fucking know! You weren't there! So don't act like you were."

Altssa scoffed. "No I was just there for the aftermath. I was there to hold him while he cried!" She was waving her hands around while she yelled now, as she had a tendency to do. "And you know he never cries! I was there to stop him from bashing his skull open against the wall or from slitting his wrists with one of his dangers. To watch as he shut down and never let himself feel anything like what he felt for you again in case they betrayed him." Alyssa was fully aware she was crying now but she didn't care.

"You fucking destroyed him!"

Kit looked like he had just been gutted, his eyes wide open in horror. "I'm sorry," he whispered, more to the air then to her. "I had no idea. But I had to leave and it seemed like Ty didn't want me around. Like he didn't care." Tears welled up in his eyes.

"I was just so fucking heartbroken. Like somebody had cut a hole in me."

Alyssa growled. "So that makes it ok then? Be cause you think the heartbreak you were feeling was worse then his? Because it was so easy to believe that the autistic boy wasn't madly in love because that doesn't happen right?"

Kit narrowed eyes his at her. "Please don't put words in my mouth. I never said that."

And deep down somewhere in the logical part of her brain, Alyssa knew he was right. But she couldn't reach logic right now. She was the match, burning on rage and pain and trauma and all she wanted to do was hurt someone else to make it stop hurting. And mostly it had just been too many damn years of this shit.

"You wanna know what burns me the most?" She snapped. "That no matter what, you will never understand how much he loves you." Her voice broke. Ali could feel more tears sliding down her face. She wiped her eyes aggressively.

"The way he feels. It's the way people like us love. Burning and all consuming. Like an infection that eats at you from your core, tearing you up inside." Alyssa shut her eyes, allowing herself to get lost in the feeling. She took a deep breath, then exhaled.

Then she opened her eyes. Kit was staring at her, watching. Waiting for her to continue. Alyssa made herself to look directly at Kit.

"It's like this desperation for more, more, more. One more touch, one more glance, just one more word." She shook her head. "He would anything for you. But he is so afraid of showing it because we all know, Kit. We know all too well that bad things happen when we trust! Bad things happen when we love! When we care! And now you've just become more proof of that."

Alyssa pushed her hair back and ran her hand over the top of it, smoothing it down. "I mean put yourself in his shoes, how can Ty trust you again? How is he supposed to find it in himself to move on from this?"

Kit sighed, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them again.  "I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

Alyssa cut him off. "I know. I know you're sorry. Everybody's always so fucking sorry. Everybody wants you to know how they never meant to hurt you like that or the never intended it to be taken in that way. It was a stupid mistake. A stupid childish mistake and they've grown." Alyssa realized she was shaking, her chest rising and falling. "They're better now," she choked.

"But you have to understand they were just kids Alyssa! They didn't know any better Alyssa! But what about us huh? What about our childhoods? What about our innocence? Do you even care about that? About those kids who were changed? Who were broken and used until they changed. Until they became something else? That childhood? The childhood made up of pain and hate and meaningless loneliness!" She yelled. She wanted to hit something. Kit looked a little afraid that she might hit him. And for a minute she wanted to. She shook her head rapidly, trying to purge those thoughts.

Kit's jaw clenched. "I'm so sorry for what you've been through. For what Ty has been through."

And God the way he said Ty's name. Like it was sacred.

"But this isn't my fault," Kit said softly.  "What your talking about is so much bigger than me."

Ali laughed again. A humourless dark chuckle. She could feel parts of her body missing. She would reach for them and it was like they weren't there.

"It's not your fault?" She murmered. "It's never anybody else's fault. I suppose then the implication is that it was ours." Kit opened his mouth to protest but Alyssa wasn't done. "

"But we just kids," she whispered, allowing the full weight of that statement to crush her. "Even if nobody else could see it. We were innocent, even if we only got to be for a little while."

"And now after all of your chaos and destruction of the person I love most in this world. You wanna just walk in here and claim that he doesn't care about you." Alyssa scoffed. "I wish he didn't ."

Kit stared at her. And for a moment Alyssa was struck by how much he look like her. Not appearance wise of course, but with the same haunted eyes and bone deep exhaustion.

"I don't know what to say to you," he admitted. "I can't erase what's happened to you or to Ty. I can't turn back time and undo what I did. But I need you to know. I need you to understand that I would do anything for him. I would die for him. Kit's voice dropped to a whisper.

"I love him so much."

Ali couldn't help it. She smiled. She smiled because it was beautiful and moving and maybe she was still that little girl who was niave and just wanted to believe in something.

And she believed him. Despite the fact that she knew Kit Herondale was a liar, she believed him.

"Yeah me too, she said with a sigh. Her emotions were finally stabilizing. Thank fuck.

"So what can I do? He asked. "What can I do to make it better?"

Alyssa blinked a few times then shook her head. "Huh? What?"

"I mean with what you were talking about before," Kit stated warmly. "You're right. Even if I didn't do any of those things to any of you directly it's still partly my responsibility to change things. I wanna create a world where maybe one day autistic children won't be traumatized. And mostly I just wanna make Ty happy. So how can I help?"

Alyssa was stunned. Nobody had ever asked her that before. No one had ever tried to help her in a way that wasn't demeaning or condescending. And nobody had ever offered to make things better. No, people only ever seemed interested in adding to her problems, adding onto her plate.

My brave strong girl, her mother used to say.

So mature.

You seem so well adjusted! People would say.

So well behaved. Her teachers

Really you're only seventeen you seem so muture for your age!  The grown men who hit on her when she was a minor.

"I honestly don't know," she admitted. "I'll have to think about it. But as far as Ty goes just listen to him. Pay attention to what he does and if you're ever confused about something just ask. And Ty can probably tell you more but you really need to be having this conversation with him."

Kit nodded. "Right. And we really need to get going. We're late."

Oh crap the meeting.

"Right! Shit let's go!"

"Wait," Kit stopped her before she could leave. "Thank you. For being honest."

Alyssa smiled slightly. It was barely a flicker, all she had the energy for, but it wasn't for him.

It was for her and Ty.

"Always."

AAAAAA I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!! I put so much if myself into this chapter as you can probably tell. And for those of you who are waiting for the kitty confrontation, next chapter y'all!!!! It's gonna be a lot!

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