#stockholm syndrome but its besties

[alirienn]

what are u waiting for. tell us the oc lore.

I LIKE THIS ONE A LOT THEYRE SO CUTEEEE ARE THOSE SPIDER LILIES

AA THANK U ;__;!!! those r dutchman's pipe cactus! everyone in this universe has an associated plant

uh oh i've been enabled lskdjfsd theres so much where do i begin... for starters her name's iphyll, her family got roped into a cult and now she's trying to escape with the help of these guys

from left to right adia (spider lily), aricus (aster), mera (jade vine)

adia is the mc of this story (memento mori) and it centres around him investigating strange incidents around town bc he thinks his hated scientist older bro has something to do with it (spoilers he's right, lol) it leads to him meeting aricus, who claims she can see the future, and later iphyll & mera who are both trying to escape the cult

they're all good(?) friends(?) (debatable)

[mionemymind]

The Chosen One

Summary: How do you love the daughter of the evilest family in the galaxy? Just ask Wanda Maximoff.

Warnings: Death, Cursing, Blood, Killing, Angst, Evil

A/n: There is a lot of random fandoms in this one shot that inspired me. Let me list them off: Star Wars, Dune, Skyrim, A Court of Thorns and Roses, Fourth Wing. So if these are one of your fandoms, comment what you think I got from them. Also, please do not judge if lore ain't right. This is my version of stuff and god I'm struggling to remember all of it lmaooooo. Also, thank you @usersukuna for the amazing gif. And thank @hiiraya for reading the rough draft of this. Also, I wanted to get your opinion on it before I posted, but that was gonna take long lmaoooo. So if you see any plot holes bestie, let me know and I'll edit it in later. Also, I had intentions of make this more evil but I don't like the idea of Stockholm Syndrome so yeah.

Word Count: 13.3k

Masterlist

Loving the person that the galaxy was sworn to hate was not an easy task for Wanda Maximoff. She had come from a world that was known for its politics, her parents both being senators. Growing up in that scene allowed Wanda to see just how evil people can be when they seek power so recklessly. 

“I’ll never be like them,” Wanda vowed. She was as little as 10 when she first witnessed multiple assassins kill a mad hungry senator. “Those that are corrupt will only lead to a painful end,” Wanda’s father stated. He didn’t intervene or call for any help. Witnessing her father stand by at such a scene made Wanda question, “Was this a good thing or did my father help with his murder?” She was too scared to ask loudly. That was the moment she knew that fear was a powerful thing to have. 

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Wanda was only 15 when her home planet was captured by the Aetos family. In just one night, she witnessed the destruction of the very thing she called home. She was separated from her family as they packed hundreds of young girls and boys in a spaceship. 

Crying her heart out, Wanda feared where they would take her. Soon they arrived at one of the many planets the Aetos family owned, Acrux. Shoving them in a line, Wanda saw many buildings of Greek inspiration. Not only that, she saw the many people who were enslaved there, all of them being no older than 18 years old. 

She was sorted to work at the Colosseum, one of the unluckiest things to do in Acrux. Every day she was tasked to fight a person, creature, etc. just to live another day. It was a brutal life but if she did survive, it would guarantee she would be able to leave at age 18. 

Two weeks after she arrived, she met Y/n. The kids were fighting for food when Y/n whispered to Wanda, “I know where they keep the food.” By then, she was starving to death and any ounce of awareness was gone at the mere offer of food. 

Y/n was talented and light on her feet, something Wanda quickly noticed. As they snuck around the darkly lit corridors, Y/n finally found the food pantry. “You go first, I’ll make sure to stay on the lookout. Try to eat the farthest batch from the front, that way they don’t notice that it’s gone.” 

Wanda didn’t question how Y/n knew this and simply followed her instructions. The pantry wasn’t massive but large enough that missing food would be hard to notice. Wanda first ate a few berries before heading to the bread. Just like Y/n said, Wanda focused on the stack near the back. 

While the bread was slightly cold, Wanda could tell it had been slightly fresh. One piece of it and she was already in heaven. Not able to contain herself, Wanda tried her best to eat as much as she could. It was selfish but she couldn’t help herself. 

Half a minute had gone by before Y/n opened the door and said, “Guards are coming.” Wanda stuffed the rest of the loaf in her pants pocket and followed Y/n out. They hid in a small opening in the hallway, dark enough that the guards hadn’t noticed them as they walked by. 

Wanda hadn’t realized how small the opening was until they were in it, chests almost touching each other. Looking closely at Y/n, Wanda never realized how close in height they were. She had dark hair and a small scar across her right eye. 

“I think they’re gone now,” Y/n coughed out. Wanda broke the stare she didn’t know she was holding. Quietly they made their way back. Wanda stopped Y/n before they entered the shared living quarters. “I appreciate you looking out for me back there. You didn’t have to - and if I’m being entirely honest, I don’t know why you did that.” 

Y/n smiled at Wanda, not knowing how to take her compliment. “But regardless, here is a piece of bread. I saved it because I knew you didn’t get a chance to grab something. I’m sorry I couldn’t get more but I didn’t know what would get noticed or not.” 

Y/n accepted the piece from Wanda and hid it in her pocket. No words were communicated as Y/n gave Wanda a small smile. They walked back into the quarters where everyone was too busy screaming and yelling to notice they were gone. That was the day Wanda started to look out for Y/n. 

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A couple of days later, Y/n had woken up Wanda from her sleep. “Wake up,” Y/n whispered as she shook Wanda awake. Everyone was asleep by now. Y/n took extra precautions to make sure no one was awake. She didn’t need any snitches to ruin her plan. 

Wanda woke up disgruntled, “What? - What is it?” 

“I’ve been thinking.” 

“This late in the night?” Tomorrow was another designated battle for Wanda and she wanted to have as much energy as she could have for it. 

“Yes - I’ve been thinking a lot about you.” This had gotten Wanda’s attention. She sat up in her bed, scooting over to allow Y/n to sit. “Well, spit it out.”

“You and I can make a pack. I’ve seen you fight and you can carry yourself. But you do have your weaknesses.” Feeling defensive about the latter comment, Wanda said, “And you think you’re better? You haven’t even fought - you don’t even know if you can survive a day out there.”

“I know. I know. But hear me out. I have training and experience. My first match is directly after yours. Just watch me and see. And if you decide it’s worth your time, then you and I can be partners.” 

“What do partners mean to you?”

“It means I got your back and you got mine. If you have trouble, I’ll be there. Do you need something? Food, backup, or training, I’m there. Name it, you got it - just as long as you do the same for me.” Y/n looked around to make sure no one woke up to the sound of them talking. 

“What happens if you or I want more partners?” 

Y/n thought about it for a moment, carefully deciding what to say. “I’m only offering this deal to you and you only. If you decide to partner up with somebody else, I can’t be your partner anymore.”

“Does that mean you also won’t be partners with somebody else?”

“It will only be you Wanda - that’s if you accept.” 

Wanda was perplexed at the offer. She wanted to say yes, especially since Y/n had helped her before. Not wanting to seem eager, she said, “Let me watch your fight and think about it.” 

Y/n nodded in her response and got up. Before she could walk away, Wanda grabbed her hand and asked, “Why me?”

With all her truth, Y/n admitted, “‘Cause you’re the only one in here that has a chance of surviving like me.”

As Y/n walked away, Wanda felt hope for the first time on Acrux, hoping that maybe she’d actually leave this place alive. 

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Today was Y/n’s first fight. Wanda walked away from her match victorious once more. On the way back inside, she passed by Y/n. “Good luck,” Wanda said. In her heart, she could feel that Y/n didn’t need luck. There was this energy that she displayed as if she knew she was going to win even with her eyes closed. 

“Thank you. You’re going to watch, right?” Y/n said while jogging backward. Her choice of weapons was two swords. “I will, probably from the gates though since I can’t run to the stands fast enough.” 

Y/n winked and turned around, she yelled back, “Then I’ll make sure it’s something worth watching.” 

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Wanda and Y/n were 16 when Y/n first got hurt in the arena. A hired bystander had jumped into the ring on top of Y/n. Surprised by the attack, her opponent cut her arm. This type of corruption was something the Colosseum highly disapproved of. 

Within seconds, soldiers flooded the arena and arrested the opponent and bystander. Wanda was first among their peers to aid Y/n. The pounding in her heart and the ringing in her ears almost made her blackout with how worried and angry she was. If the soldiers hadn’t been there, Wanda was certain to have murdered them then and there. 

“Are you okay?” Wanda checked everywhere to see if there was more damage that she didn’t see. She didn’t calm down until Y/n held her hand and said, “It’s just a cut on my arm Wands. I’m going to be fine.” 

Wanda helped her up and walked with Y/n through the Colosseum back to their shared room. She immediately went to their first aid kit hidden in a compartment behind their pantry and grabbed all the necessary bandages and sterilization. 

Y/n sat at her bed staring at the cut that was slowly losing blood. “I don’t think it’s deep, thankfully. God that fucker just had to hire somebody.” Wanda grabbed a chair nearby and sat near Y/n’s arm. This was the first time Y/n had needed any type of bandage in their time at the arena. She didn’t want to show it, but it was scary. 

Back then, Wanda was the one to have gotten all the bruises and cuts before Y/n properly trained her. Nowadays, the two hardly have to use the first aid kit at all. 

As Wanda continued to stitch, Y/n noticed Wanda’s shaky hands. “Do you need me to get someone else? It’s okay if you can’t do it, Wanda.” 

“No!” Wanda hadn’t meant to yell but something about this was different. Afraid to say anything more, Y/n remained quiet as Wanda continued to stitch. Once it was done and Y/n was bandaged, Wanda was finally able to breathe again. The ringing in her ears finally stopped. She could feel her senses coming back to her. “Thank you,” Y/n said. 

“You’re welcome.” Wanda placed the first aid back into its hiding spot and got ready for bed. 

Night came and Y/n was quick to sleep while Wanda was wide awake. She laid on her side, paying attention to Y/n’s breathing. Logically she knew that it was just a cut and that nothing bad was going to happen to Y/n. But her heart just couldn’t stop worrying. 

It was then and there that Wanda knew that if Y/n died so would she. 

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A batch of new kids arrived at Acrux. It was a mix of older kids at a range of 15-17. Wanda never had enemies this whole time she had been in the arena, which was only a year and seven months. That was until Emma had arrived. 

She was the same age as Wanda and Y/n. Nothing was special with her until she showed just how good she was at fighting. During her first match, she had beaten Y/n’s record of defeating an opponent in under a minute by a second. 

Emma came out of the arena without a single bruise or scratch. Wanda noticed this but she also noticed that Y/n did too. Wanda was never the type to worry about her place with Y/n, after all, they were partners. But it was the way she noticed Y/n watching Emma that something inside her triggered. 

For now, Wanda let the anger and worry remain inside her. “This will pass,” she thought. But it didn’t. 

Y/n and Wanda were sparing like normal when Y/n brought up the news. “Emma asked me to train her.” The confession caused Wanda to be distracted, allowing Y/n to disarm her with one swoop. 

“What did you tell her?” Wanda asked, ignoring that she was easily defeated in that small moment of distraction.

“That I only train with you.” Wanda released the breath she was holding. She picked up her sword and continued practice like normal. 

Wanda was on the way to dinner when she noticed Emma talking to Y/n again. The visceral rage that grew inside Wanda within a second could have destroyed everyone in her path. But she remained composed and hid nearby. 

It wasn’t that Wanda didn’t trust Y/n. She simply didn’t trust Emma. 

“I don’t understand why you only train with Wanda,” Emma huffed out. She knew that she and Y/n would work well together seeing as they’re part of the rare bunch that actually know how to fight on their own. 

“It’s not something you have to understand. I only train with Wanda. No amount of bargaining will change that.” Emma rolled her eyes at Y/n’s stubbornness. 

“Are you two dating or something?” Wanda’s heart dropped at the question. No one had ever asked her if she was dating Y/n. But that was something she never knew to be thankful for. Her face felt hot and her chest beat like crazy at the mere thought of someone asking her that. 

Wanda would never outright admit that maybe there were some lingering thoughts here and there about Y//n. But this was Acrux and all she could focus on was leaving this planet at age 18 hoping she could find her parents and twin brother.

But here she was, waiting anxiously for Y/n’s response. As if there was some secret she unfortunately wasn’t aware of. Maybe they were dating and she never knew till now. They were partners but does that mean more? 

“No…we’re not,” Y/n answered with some hesitancy. Wanda felt her heart plummet. She hadn’t meant to cry, but tears started falling. “Why am I crying? I already knew we weren’t dating,” she thought. 

There was no point in asking questions. Not when her heart knew…Wanda had fallen for Y/n. 

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Wanda was 17 when she confessed her feelings to Y/n. Emma had been on Acrux for only five months and in those five months, she had constantly made moves on Y/n. Each time, Y/n had denied her offers. 

The more Emma pressed for clearer answers, the more Y/n walked away. And while Y/n would never admit it, Emma suspected that Y/n had feelings for Wanda. 

It was midnight. Wanda was asleep when she was woken up again by Y/n. Turning over, she slowly opened her eyes to a candle and a small cake. “Happy Birthday Wands,” Y/n whispered. “Make a wish.” 

She sat up and held the plate holding the cake. She thought about her wish for a second before blowing out her candle. “What did you wish for?” 

For months, Wanda had been wanting to confess to Y/n. There were multiple times during training, lunch, or even while they hung out that she had wanted to confess. None of them felt like the right time. There was never a right time according to Wanda. 

But it was the way that Y/n had looked at Wanda the whole time as if she was the only girl in the world. Maybe it was her imagination but God Wanda wanted to believe it so badly. And who was she to deny this anymore? 

Unable to hold back the urge, Wanda placed the plate down on her bed as she sat up to grab Y/n by the neck and kissed her. When Y/n did not kiss back immediately, Wanda broke it, afraid that she had messed up the most important thing to her. “I’m so sor-”

Y/n didn’t wait for Wanda to finish as she cupped her cheeks and kissed her back. There was nothing to deny anymore. Not when her knees felt like they could buckle at any moment. Not when the feeling in her chest grew with enticement. 

The desperation in each kiss grew as Y/n sat on Wanda’s bed leading to Wanda to crawl on Y/n’s lap. It felt passionate at first but quickly grew messy after each kiss.  Hardly coming up for air, Wanda grabbed the hair near Y/n’s neck and made a fist of it, unintentionally causing Y/n to moan. 

Feeling Y/n’s hands wrapped around her ass, Wanda moaned as well. She needed this girl more than anyone else in the world. And so be it if Wanda needed air, she needed Y/n more. Y/n broke their kiss, her eyes dilated with lust. While slightly heaving, Y/n confessed, “If you want me Wanda, I’m yours. Only yours.” 

“Show me then.” 

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Y/n turned 18 two months after Wanda’s birthday. Although Wanda was eligible to leave, she stayed, not wanting to leave her girlfriend behind.

They were packing their things up, only carrying the basic necessities before completely leaving the Colosseum. They headed to the landing docks, waiting for the next transportation to arrive when a black spaceship, decked out with the Aetos family logo, arrived.

“Wanda let's go,” Y/n said as she tugged on Wanda’s hand. “That’s not our ride, dekta.” 

“Do you trust me?” Confused by the question, Wanda answered with, “Of course.” 

“Then let's go.” Not wanting to argue anymore, Wanda followed Y/n onto the ship. As soon as they went in, the doors closed, immediately lifting off. A droid entered the main area and stated, “Welcome back Master Y/n. Let me grab your things.” Y/n reached out with their things in her hand. As the droid grabbed their items, Wanda was perplexed at how the droid knew Y/n. “Master? Why did he call you master?” 

There was a worried look on Y/n’s face. The burden she had been carrying for three years was finally going to be free. “I need you to sit down Wanda.” 

“I’m not gonna sit down until you tell me the truth. Why did that droid call you master?” Wanda anxiously waited for Y/n’s response. Nothing was making sense and every single second without the truth only agitated Wanda even more. 

Y/n sighed. There was no way to hide from this. Wanda deserved to know the truth. 

“It’s because he’s my droid. My family gave him to me as a gift for my 5th birthday.” 

“Stop fucking around Y/n. There’s more to this story. Why are we on this ship?!” Wanda crossed her arms, unhappy with the secrets. 

“Before I tell you, I need you to know that I was only able to tell you once I turned 18. Had I told you before then, it would have cost me my life.” There was no response from Wanda, causing Y/n to stress even more. She sat down and continued, “My name is Y/n Aetos. I’m the eldest daughter of the Aetos family.” 

Wanda’s face dropped. “You’re lying. Please tell me you’re lying.” Tears came down Y/n’s face as she shook her head no. 

“This whole time you’ve been lying to me! I told you everything! I gave you every single part of me that was vulnerable just for you to be lying this whole time about who you are!” 

“Hear me-”

“I don’t want to hear it. Get me off this ship now!” Y/n got up and walked to Wanda. But for every step, Wanda stepped back. It was obvious that Y/n was hurt by the reaction. 

“Bab-”

“Don’t you dare call me that,” Wanda snarled. The love of her life had not only betrayed her but was the very reason she was in Acrux in the first place. “If you don’t get me off this ship right now, I will crash it into the nearest planet.” 

There was no point in calling out her bluff. Y/n knew that even if Wanda had tried, she would be unsuccessful. But that was not a route she was willing to take. Not when it came to her. 

“I will give you everything you want - you want off of this ship? Fine. But please let me explain myself.” Before Wanda could disagree, Y/n continued, “I was only 15 when my parents said I had to go to a planet of their choosing and survive until I was 18. It was a long-standing part of our family tradition. Those that survive lead well and those that fail never get to see another day again.” Wanda saw the pained expressions on Y/n’s face as she relieved through the harsh memories. 

“A chip was planted inside my neck on my 15th birthday that forbade me to ever say what my bloodline was. I could only go by my years of training and knowledge. Had I told you, the chip inside me would have blown up within an instant.” 

“No one in this galaxy besides my masters and servants knows what I looked like. For the very reason that if I don’t survive until I’m 18, they simply would not want their precious kingdom to know that I was a failure.” 

There was silence as Y/n pleaded for Wanda to look at her. When she didn’t, Y/n continued to silently cry. This was the day she got back her freedom but at what cost? 

Finally, Wanda spoke up, “Why did you have to rope me into this? I was fine by myself. Was it all a trick to you?” 

Shaking her head no, Y/n confessed, “I knew strategically that if I had someone to rely on then my odds of surviving would increase. In the beginning, you were someone I only looked at as a companion, an ally.” 

“It wasn’t until the day you almost died that everything had changed for me.”

Wanda remembered that day clearly. A bull had managed to stab her straight in the stomach after failing to dodge the attack. Causing her to bleed out in the arena. Thankfully it was a 2v2 match and Y/n was her partner. 

“I had never killed something as fast as that day. When I saw you bleeding, I- I-,” Y/n cupped her mouth to suppress a sob. That was one of the worst days of her life. “I used all my winnings and favors that day to save you. And I didn’t even know then if you were going to survive.” 

Wanda was surprised at the tears falling down her eyes. She didn’t know when it started but it didn’t stop. 

“So when you did, I vowed that I was going to get you out…even if it had cost me my life.” Y/n wiped the tears from her face. Wanda had finally decided to look at Y/n and was heartbroken at the sight. 

“So when you kissed me on your 17th birthday, I knew you were the one for me. It was selfish of me to have you to myself but you are my reason to live Wanda.” Y/n took one more step to Wanda. And when she didn’t back up, she walked even closer. 

“I did not mean to have fallen in love with you. And I certainly did not mean for you to have fallen in love with me.” Y/n cupped Wanda's cheeks and wiped her tears away. “And I’m sorry it was me that you’ve fallen for because you deserve better Wanda.” 

“Did you even want to tell me?” 

“More than you will ever know.” 

“What does this mean for us?” Y/n hardly felt scared in life. It was the way she grew up that if you were to be scared, you would be just like the weak. But today, Y/n felt scared not knowing what the future had for her and Wanda. 

“I will not force you to stay. But if you choose to go…just know my heart will always belong to you.” 

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Two weeks have gone by since Wanda chose to leave Y/n. It was not an easy decision to make. Even her dreams constantly haunt her,  reminding her of the heartbroken face Y/n had when she left. But Wanda could not stay knowing what the Aetos family had done to the galaxy. 

True to her promise, Y/n did not force Wanda to stay. Instead, she used her family’s database to try and find the last rumored location of the Maximoff family. 

“It appears your brother has been in hiding according to these latest reports. He’s currently in the Andromeda fighting against the Blackbar army takeover.” Y/n wiped away her last tears as she moved from the holographic map to a storage unit on the other side of the room. She grabbed a backpack full of equipment, extra water, and a weapon that was in Wanda’s skillhouse. 

Y/n walked back to Wanda and gave her all the items. She tried her best to appear strong for what Wanda chose. “Here are all the items you could need. Inside the backpack is armor, food, water, and a tent. You’ll need to be careful as the armor has my family’s signet on it. Any person who will see it will automatically assume you're the enemy. The first thing you need to do is get rid of it. Take sap from the thick trees that inhabit Andromeda. It should help get rid of the logos.”

Y/n looked around the room for one last item and gave it to Wanda. “And here,” Y/n said while handing it out. “What is this?”

“A beacon. Right now, no location of it exists. But as soon as you press this red button, it’ll alert me of your location. If you ever need help, just press this button and I’ll be there for you. However, it will only be me who comes to your aid. I can’t send troops without my parents knowing about my actions. For now, I think it’s best if we avoid that.” 

“Master Y/n, we’ve landed in Andromeda.” Y/n nodded and looked at the back doors opening revealing the jungle. The hot atmosphere quickly invaded the inside of the plane. There was no clearing in sight as tall trees surrounded them. 

Y/n walked Wanda to the edge of the plane before stopping. “I hope you find your family Wanda.” 

Wanda didn’t know what to say. Instead, she gave Y/n a strong hug before walking away. At the last minute, Wanda turned around to see the door closing. She glanced at Y/n’s face to see a tear fall. 

“I hope to never see you again Wanda Maximoff,” Y/n thought, “You were the best part of my life.”

In an instant, the ship was gone and Wanda was alone again. 

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Wanda was alone in the woods when Pietro had found her. She was preparing for the night as she took off her armor. No logos appeared on it. Wanda had followed Y/n’s advice by immediately removing any signet bearing the Aetos family logo. 

Preparing her tent, she was ambushed by a team. In seconds, soldiers came out from their hiding spots, pointing their guns directly at her. “It was calculated,” Wanda thought as there was no chance for her to attack back. They had been watching for a while now and she barely felt it. Wanda felt stupid but could hardly blame herself. She was exhausted and hungry. 

Wanda heard the leaves behind her ruffle as their Captain spoke, “Who are you?” Wanda waited for them to circle in front of her. She didn’t need to startle any of the team fearing that they might shoot at any sudden movements. 

“My name is Wanda Ma-,” before she could finish her sentence she came eye to eye with someone who looked very familiar. “Pietro?!” 

Pietro was stunned at the girl that knew his name. He got on high alert. He aimed his blue saber at her and almost demanded more information but the terrified look on Wanda’s face stopped him in his tracks. “Wanda?” 

Pietro retracted his saber and hugged his twin sister. “You’re here…you’re finally here.” Wanda hugged back, almost afraid to believe that he was right there. 

“We need to get you back to safety,” Pietro stated as he rounded up his men. “There are so many things I need to tell you but right now let's pack up your stuff and get back to my base. Night in Andromeda is not safe.” 

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Pietro led Wanda back to a village in the trees. Many huts were placed high above the ground and all were connected by wooden bridges that allowed for easier travel. “This is my home,” Pietro said as they walked through the door. “I’ll let you freshen up in the bathroom. In the meantime, I’ll prepare us dinner.” 

Wanda walked into the bathroom and noticed all the dirt and sap that covered her face and armor. She quickly undressed herself and practically moaned at the feeling of hot water. After she finished washing herself, Wanda got dressed in some fresh clothes that Pietro laid out. 

“Dinners ready!” Pietro yelled from the kitchen. Wanda walked out of the bathroom and placed her armor near the front of the house, not wanting to get Pietro’s place dirty. Once she got near the kitchen, she could smell the richness of the meal, instantly making her stomach grumble with delight. “Dig in.” 

Wanda sat across Pietro and served herself a portion of the meal. They both ate in silence as Wanda devoured the food in front of her. It was hard to survive in Andromeda when she knew little of what could kill her or not. 

“Do you like it?” Wanda nodded in agreement as she stuffed herself. “That’s good to hear. I’ve been working on my cooking skills whenever I have free time.” 

Wanda ate a couple more bites before asking, “Are you a captain of sorts? It seemed like those soldiers responded to your commands.” 

“I am. Although there’s not much official order around here, I have managed to get respected enough to be followed as a captain.” Pietro collected their dishes and placed them in the sink. 

“Let’s talk more in the living room.” As Wanda and Pietro sat on the couch, Wanda was quick to ask, “Do you have any clue on where our parents are?” With a solemn smile, Pietro said, “Our parents are..away.” 

“What do you mean?” Pietro sighed as he readjusted his position, “Let me start from the beginning.”

Pietro cleared his throat, “During the invasion, the Aetos family had packed all the younglings on a ship. We were supposed to be sent to Acrux but my ship had crash-landed in Andromeda. Thankfully, there was a village nearby that helped all of us out and took us in.”

“For weeks, I tried my best to find a way to get back home. It wasn’t until I got access to our family’s money that someone listened to me.”

“They provided me with transportation back but once I arrived, it was like a different place Wanda. Within those weeks, the empire of Barlowe had taken over everything. It was like a planet that housed thousands of soldiers for miles.”

“I tried my best to get intel on what happened. Fortunately enough, the few native people left told me everything.” Pietro reached out and grabbed Wanda’s hand. “An invasion from the Barlowe empire happened. They disguised themselves as the Aetos family to manipulate the rest of the galaxy into thinking that they were taking over.” 

“They relocated all the children to many different places. As for the adults, those that weren’t captured fled and those that were captured had to work for the empire.” 

“I tried sneaking into one of their bases to find more intel on our parents but all I could find was that they weren’t captured and were in hiding. The next thing I did was look for you in the system but nothing about you popped up. I wanted to find out more but I didn’t know how. So I flew back to Andromeda and have been living here with the other kids from Fornia.” 

Wanda sat there and tried her best to take all of it in. “Do you think they’re still alive?” Pietro sighed once more as there were countless times he thought of finding them. “I wish they were but it’s been three years and none of the other kids have a clue on where their parents are at. We kind of stopped holding on to hope of seeing our parents again when the Blackbar army started their invasion on Andromeda a couple of months ago.” 

“What’s stopping you from fleeing?” Wanda was desperate to cling on to Pietro. The fact that he was still alive gave Wanda some hope that her parents were also alive. 

Pietro looked away as he glanced at the window showcasing the village. “In the three years I’ve been here, I’ve managed to find myself people that I trust and care about. In turn, they look to me to help defend Andromeda from this takeover. I know I could still flee using our family’s money, but where would I go? Invasions are happening all around the galaxy.” Pietro was momentarily lost in his thoughts as he remembered all the times he desperately wished his family would rescue him. 

“Not only that, there’s this girl that I’ve grown feelings for. She’s been with me since we crashed here. And I don’t have the heart to leave her.” Although Wanda wanted to feel disappointed in Pietro’s decision to stop looking for their parents, she too knew the feeling of not being able to leave without Y/n. She reminisced for a few moments before focusing back on the conversation.  

“There is more that I need to tell you but could you tell me what it’s been like for you?” 

With a heavy heart, Wanda sighed, “Where do I even start?” 

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“How did we even get to this point?” Wanda questioned as she fought her best to stay conscious. Dry blood ran down her face, her hands were tied behind her back, and a gag was placed in her mouth. Pietro was passed out in the cell across from her, tied up in the same manner. 

The twins were barely united for two weeks before Blackbar’s army sent reinforcements to further the invasion of Andromeda. Pietro was stuck in the front lines along with Wanda who refused to leave his side. The village barely was able to make a dent in the enemy’s forces before being captured. 

That was three days ago and now the majority of the village was stuck in a cell each being tortured for information. “Get up,” the guard demanded as they opened Wanda’s cell. She proceeded to scream and kick the best she could, causing Pietro to wake up. 

“Let go of her!” He screamed into his gag. “Get the boy as well.” The guard had enough of Wanda’s theatrics and punched her in the face causing her to pass out from all the pain. They dragged the twins to the control area where the leader of the operations was, dropping them in the middle of the room. “Are you idiots? I need them awake.”

“Yes, sir.” Grabbing the syringe, the guards injected Wanda and Pietro with a serum that would help them stay awake. “Remove their gags.” 

Stirring awake, Wanda groaned in pain. Nothing in Acrux had compared to this aching feeling throughout her body. If she had the energy, she would have screamed from how much pain she was feeling. “Wanda Maximoff, just the girl we need. According to our intel, you were on Acrux around the same time a certain Aetos was inhabiting the planet.” 

Wanda was barely conscious as she saw General Tullius grab a knife and hold it to Pietro’s neck. “Tell me what you know or your brother is going to die.” Wanda’s eyes widened, “Please don’t!” She thrashed in her bindings as tears fell from her eyes. “I’ll tell you everything you need to know but please let him go.” 

“Wanda don’t-”

“Silence! If you want to live, I suggest you cooperate.” Pietro froze as the knife was pressed deeper into his throat. 

“General Tullius,” a different soldier entered the room with Wanda’s backpack in hand. “Here are the girl’s items.” General Tullius grabbed the bag and looked through it. The only thing that caught his eye was the small remote. 

He dropped the bag and observed it. “Tell me Ms. Maximoff, what does this do?” Wanda held her breath at the very thing that could save them. “Don’t press it,” she begged. He didn’t listen and pressed it anyway. He looked around and felt nothing happen. “It’s useless anyways - come with me now, you have information to share.”

“As for you,” General Tullius sliced Pietro’s throat as Wanda Maximoff screamed in horror, witnessing her only sibling die in front of her. 

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Hours have gone by and Wanda has not given any information to the General. All she could focus on was the blood on the floor where Pietro’s dead body was once. 

“If you can’t provide me with the information, I will find someone who can,” General Tullius spat at Wanda. There was a different type of evil in his eyes. Only hot anger lay behind them. Which meant one thing, General Tullius was sent here to prove something, something his superior doubted. And any loss meant more than likely his life. 

Tired and barely clinging on to her life, Wanda prayed and pleaded with all her might that Y/n would come soon. But as minutes went by, her hope waned. Y/n could be anywhere in the galaxy, probably back with her family, which could be light-years away. How could Wanda believe that she’d drop everything to come? “God, please…please send me help.” 

“Sir, an unmarked ship is heading directly for us. How would you like to respond?” 

“Take it down!” General Tullius could not bother with the inconveniences as he headed back to Wanda. Before he could hurt her again, explosions rattled the building followed by the blaring alarm system. 

“What the?” More artillery exploded. A shiver ran down General Tullius. He could feel the raw power that landed in his fortress. The force inside him could feel that this was only one person but someone not to mess with. 

“Turn on the cameras! They’re inside the building.” Wanda paid attention to all the chaos. She could see the panic run through General Tullius. This was someone above his skill level, someone powerful. 

The camera feed played for everyone in the headquarters to see. A dark figure with all-black armor walked through the hallways. No effort was exerted as this figure force choked the troops in her way. The raw power caused the camera feed to go black as the lights flickered out. 

“What’s happening?! Give me a different angle now!” The officer did as told and tried their best to provide a different camera angle. In a different room, a new wave of troopers prepared for the enemy. Everyone could easily hear the terrifying screams coming from the other side of the door. 

“Hold,” the commander stated. The building shook as the door crunched slowly. Soon it was pulled off its hinges. No one could see what was happening. 

A bloody body came crawling out of the shadows, “Please…kill…me.” A trooper tried to reach out but the body was merely dragged out of sight. Soon, the rumble of a lightsaber was heard. The red color illuminated the shadow of the figure. “Fire!” 

Red lasers fired their way. None touched the figure. One was purposely deflected to hit the camera inside. The feed went to black and General Tullius knew what he was facing. 

Wanda almost smiled in delight at the scared look on General Tullius’s face. “It’s Y/n,” she thought. The General gathered all officers and troopers to aim at the door. “We need to be on lockdown! Now!” 

“That would never be enough,” Wanda thought. But the injuries were adding up, she could feel herself needing to sleep. Soon, she saw the door fly off its hinges, crushing the majority of those who guarded it. The smoke and alarms were too much to process. Wanda fainted from the pain. The last thing she saw was the color red. 

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Not much time had passed before Wanda woke up. Everyone in the room was already dead besides General Tullius. The saber in his stomach was hard to miss. 

“My family’s name is carried through the innocents we kill, the horrors children sing, and the people we control,” Y/n’s helmet unveiled to show her face. The glow of her lightsaber made her eyes appear red with madness. Inch by inch, she pushed her saber further and further, wanting the burning sensation to feel like an eternity.

“Your death will be meaningless compared to the thousands of generals we’ve killed.” General Tullius felt his blood start to boil, the heat coming from the lightsaber was burning him inside out. “Your men will forever remember the day I single-handedly slaughtered them to the masses.” His blood started to spill out of his eyes, mouth, and nose. No words could escape as he continued to scream in horror. 

“And you will never know a day of peace as I will chase you in hell for all the crimes you’ve committed against her.” Y/n flicked her arm, slicing the general in half. The smell of his flesh burning was almost too much for Wanda to handle as she looked away. She could hear the body drop to the ground as the room soon became quiet. 

Y/n surveyed the room of her damages. Many troops lay dead all because of one call. But this was who Y/n was. The daughter of the most evil family in the world. And Wanda so happens to be the person she loved. 

Y/n retreated her lightsaber back to its hilt and clipped it onto her belt. She removed her helmet and slowly walked towards Wanda. Bruises were covering Wanda’s body as well as some dried blood coming from her forehead. The sight made Y/n choke in anger but she remained composed. 

“Wanda?” Y/n called out, hoping to not scare her off. This was a side that Wanda had never seen before. The killings in the Colosseum were mandatory. It was always the opponent you were against but this. This was different. Y/n killed mercilessly without hesitation. No one could even beg to live another day before she killed them off. This was the part of Y/n that held the Aetos family name. This was the evil that surrounded and consumed Y/n. 

There were a couple of feet between them when Wanda spoke up and said, “You killed them all.” Wanda looked around, unable to cope with how much death surrounded her in just one instance. “I know my love.” Y/n didn’t move any closer, allowing Wanda to process. “I’m sorry I took so long…are you okay?” 

When Wanda looked into Y/n’s eyes, she no longer saw the person she had just seconds ago. Here was the Y/n she fell in love with. The one that made sure she was okay at the end of the day. The one that would give up her food to make sure she ate. The one that would kiss away all the pain from being on Acrux. The one that just knew her. 

Wanda ran back into Y/n’s arm where everything clicked. She felt safe, wanted, and loved in her arms. Nothing would ever harm her here. Tears ran down Wanda’s face, exhaustion creeping up on her. “Everything is going to be okay my love, I promise.” Y/n continued to murmur soft affirmations, hoping it would calm Wanda down. 

“You don’t have to explain anything to me right now, but let’s get you somewhere safe.” Wanda nodded in agreement as Y/n wiped her tears away. Hand in hand, they walked out of the base without any interruptions. 

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There was a small fire near the ship that Y/ n prepared. Using the force, she gathered two decent-sized logs to use as makeshift chairs. Heading back outside, Y/n held a pot filled with her meat soup recipe. She hooked it over the fire and stirred. Feeling satisfied with it, she sat next to Wanda who was finally bandaged up. 

“You look different,” Wanda commented. “Is that a good or bad thing?” Wanda took a decent look at Y/n. She still had the scar on her eye but her face looked more sharp and her skin was more tan. There was this slight glow surrounding her. 

“I would say good.” Y/n hummed in satisfaction. Hearing the soup boil, she prepared two bowls. “Here you go, Wanda. Be careful, it’s hot.” Wanda held the warm bowl and started to blow air towards it. Wanda grabbed the extra spoon from Y/n’s hand. The smell coming from the bowl was to die for. Not only that, Wanda was desperate for a warm home-cooked meal. Wanda didn’t wait for the soup to simmer to start eating. Together they ate in silence like old times. 

When they were done, Y/n gathered the dishes and headed back inside the ship. She placed them inside the washer and walked back outside. It was nighttime now and Andromeda had the clearest view of the sky. “Have you taken a look at the sky?” 

“It was one of the first things I noticed after we parted ways. Even though it’s been six months, I’ve always been blown away. It almost feels like I can reach all the stars in the sky.” Wanda held her hand out as she examined the sky, imagining what it would feel like to have it in the palm of her hand. 

Y/n laid down beside Wanda. They each had their own sleeping bag. “The stars looked different here compared to my home planet.” 

“What is it like?” 

“Well, my planet is mainly full of cloudy skies. I don’t go outside often enough since my home is underwater.” Wanda turned on her side to face Y/n. She was surprised at the new information since they never got to speak about Y/n's true life. 

“Why is your home underwater? Do you not have land to build on?” Y/n shook her head in disagreement. “We do have land but mainly use it for decoy purposes. Our true city lies at the bottom of the ocean. While we don’t quite have stars in the sky, the surrounding coral and fish are a different site to see.” 

“Did you miss your family?” Wanda didn’t know where the courage to ask these questions came from. Mainly, she had wanted to distract herself from the events before. 

“I did. When they saw my course for home, they called me to tell me they were proud of me.” Y/n thought for a moment before admitting, “I did miss you more though.” Y/n looked at Wanda. Not knowing what to say, Wanda gave her a small smile. 

“I know I said I’ll give you time, but I need to know what you want to do after this.” 

“I don’t have a clue right now.” It scared Wanda to know she had no plan. For the past three years, all she could focus on was coming back home to her family. It was foolish to believe that everything was going to be fine after three years, that they could go back to the way it was. But sadly, she couldn’t. 

“Do you want to come home with me?” 

“I-,” Wanda cut herself off after remembering all the tall tales of the Aetos family. “I know my family’s reputation scares you but I promise you there is nothing to be afraid of. I’ll be there to protect you. Not only that, I have a separate condo in the city. You can stay there as long as you like until you figure out what your plan is.” 

Wanda was silent for a moment. Too much change was happening in such a short amount of time. It was almost too much for Wanda to handle. But as she looked at Y/n’s pleading eyes, she couldn’t help but say, “You better protect me.” 

“I cross my heart.” 

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“We’re on course to my home planet Vernak,” Y/n shouted from the cockpit. She flicked a couple more switches before setting the ship on autopilot. Y/n walked back to the main area of the small ship to find Wanda in deep thought. 

“I can set it for a longer route if you need more time to think.” Wanda broke out of her thoughts and smiled at Y/n. “It’s okay,” Wanda sighed, “As long as you’re protecting me, then anything is better than being captive again.” 

Y/n knelt in front of Wanda and slowly intertwined their hands. “Don’t be afraid to talk to me. I know that it’s been a lot of change since we left Acrux but I’m still the Y/n you know, the one that will never let anyone hurt you again.” 

Wanda wanted to believe Y/’s words. There was still a large part of Y/n that she never knew about and that terrified her. “How do I know that I won’t get hurt on Vernak?” 

“I’ll die before I let anyone hurt you, Wanda,” Y/n said with all seriousness. “I know you’ve seen me fight back in Acrux. That part of me only had access to my knowledge and not my powers.” 

Wanda’s eyebrows furrowed. “You have powers?” Y/n chuckled. “Wrong choice of words but I am force sensitive. I’m a Jedi.” 

“That explains why you have that lightsaber,” Wanda pointed to the lightsaber that was clipped to Y/n’s belt. “Yeah, it’s my preferred choice of weapon but I wasn’t allowed to have it when I was on Acrux.” 

The cockpit’s alarm signaled that they were close to Vernak. “We’ll have to strap in now for landing, but I do have to ask you a favor.” 

“What is it?” Y/n let go of Wanda’s hands and grabbed the blindfold from her pocket. She placed the item into Wanda’s hands. “I need you to trust me and put this on. I’m not binding you or anything, but when we enter Vernak, I need you to be blindfolded for it.” 

“Can I ask why?” Y/n gave a small smile, “I’ll explain more when we land. No more secrets, I promise.” Wanda felt reluctant to follow Y/n’s rules but as they sat back in the cockpit and buckled in, she did as told and blindfolded herself. “No more secrets,” she thought to herself. 

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The ship floated above Y/n’s condo, allowing the two to be teleported into her home. The sensation made Wanda’s stomach queasy as she straightened her posture again. “We’ve arrived. You can take your blindfold off now.” 

Y/n walked away to the kitchen, hungry from the journey. “You must be hungry so I’ll cook us something. Is there anything in particular you want to eat?” 

Wanda removed the blindfold and was stunned by her surroundings. She didn’t know what to expect when it came to her ex-girlfriend’s condo, but it surely wasn’t this. 

There was slick black furniture with brown accents that filled the medium sized condo. Various framed photos were displayed on one wall, the biggest one being a family painted portrait of the Aetos family. A large floor to ceiling bookshelf divided the living room and kitchen. And from what Wanda could tell, many of the books involved war and culture. 

What captured Wanda’s attention the most was the view of the city. Ignoring Y/n’s question, Wanda got up and walked to the window. A spectacular city lay before them. A handful of  skyscrapers were spread around the land. Small buildings stood in between as well as an intricate river that wove around the city. Various foliage hung from the side of the skyscrapers as well as the natural beauty on the ground. 

“What do you think?” Y/n stood by Wanda’s side, her hands behind her back. She couldn’t grasp what was going through Wanda’s head but the fascination in her eyes excited Y/n. 

“I think I’m in a dream.” Wanda followed various sky trams that zoomed through the city. The technological wonders were beyond what she expected. But the view, it was drop dead gorgeous how the sun was casting on Vernak. The place looked like heaven. 

Y/n smiled and looked back at Vernak. The view was something she never grew tired of. More than anything, it was what she dreamed of during her days in Acrux. There were multiple times that Y/n cried silently in her sleep thinking that she would never make it back home. But the thought of never making it back kept her alive. 

“If you’re up for it, we can walk around the block after you’re done eating.” Wanda looked at Y/n, almost forgetting about Pietro. But the weight of it all crumbled. 

Almost falling forward, Wanda hugged Y/n and sobbed into her neck. She couldn’t hold the tears back any longer. Everything changed and Wanda feared what was going to happen in her future. But as Y/n held her tightly while rubbing her back, whispering soft affirmations, Wanda knew she was safe. 

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The night came and Wanda cried herself to sleep in Y/n’s arms after confessing the tragedies that happened on Andromeda. From the torture to Pietro’s death, Wanda didn’t leave a single detail out. The amount of pain that Wanda had gone through in such a short amount of time enraged the young Aetos daughter. 

All Y/n could think of was her broken promise to protect Wanda from all harm. Had she fought harder to stay with Wanda would she be in the same predicament? Had she managed a way to tell Wanda about her situation would she still be with Y/n? Had she been quicker to arrive at Andromeda would Pietro still be alive? 

Regardless of the what if’s, Y/n was unable to take Wanda’s pain away. Revenge was something that would come later, that was certain. But for now, Y/n would stay at Wanda’s side, doing anything and everything to take away Wanda’s pain. 

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After a week of being cooped up in Y/n’s condo, Wanda decided today was the day to step out and explore. Although part of her still thought the view was a mere trick, she was learning to trust Y/n again. 

Dressed up in some of Y/n’s clothes, Wanda pushed past her anxiety and walked to the front of the condo where Y/n waited. “You look good.” Something about Wanda being in her clothes made Y/n feral, but the small comment was all she uttered. 

Wanda blushed and grabbed the rain coat hung up in the foyer as a distraction. “I think I have everything.” 

“Great, let’s head out.” As Y/n tried to open the door, Wanda grabbed Y/n’s free hand and intertwined their hands. Y/n looked back, trying not to panic at the gesture. “Don’t let go,” Wanda whispered, feeling vulnerable under Y/n’s gaze.

Not knowing if it was crossing boundaries, Y/n kissed Wanda’s hand in the same way she did back on Acrux. “Never.” 

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“I don’t understand,” Wanda says as she looks around the bustling city. There easily could have been a hundred people just on this street alone. Everyone looked so at ease with life. “You’re not supposed to understand,” Y/n lightly commented. 

Several people walked past them, all acknowledging Y/n. They spoke at such ease that it perplexed Wanda. “Was this the same Aetos her planet feared? Was this an act?” She thought. None of it made any sense. 

Intrigued by one of the market stalls, Wanda let go of Y/n’s hand and walked towards it. The sight of fresh fruit and vegetables made her stomach grumble. “What would you like, miss?” Wanda slightly backed off and said, “I’m sorry. I don’t have any money on me.”

The worker grew confused at her response. “It’s free, ma’am.” Y/n slid to Wanda's side and grabbed two apples, a banana, and a mango . “I think this will be all for us Ethan. Are the crops still looking good in your region?” 

Ethan grabbed the items and placed them into a brown paper bag. 

“There are small issues with the implementation of our water system, but so far it’s been great. The new technology has been helping us be more efficient.” Y/n smiled in delight while grabbing the bag. “That’s good to hear. I’ll try to see if there’s anything I can do when it comes to the new system though. It should have been smooth sailing. But you have a good day now.” 

Y/n grabbed Wanda’s hand once more and looked around the city. There was so much that Y/n had wanted to show Wanda from the art district, business district, and culture district. However, it was only Wanda’s first day out. Not wanting to add to her anxiety, Y/n led Wanda on a small walk through the heart of the city. She gave her an apple and Wanda took in all the new sights. 

“I’m guessing you have questions.” Y/n grabbed the second apple and started to eat. 

“You think? None of this makes sense.” Every story she’d ever heard about the Aetos family was nothing but horror. The planet was to have hosted the worst criminals in the galaxy. So why does it look like a fairytale?  “Follow me. I have the perfect spot to explain everything to you.” 

Y/n led Wanda to the nearest sky tram. “Hold on-,” the tram flew up from the streets, causing Wanda to stumble back a little. Quick with her reflexes, Y/n reached out and grabbed Wanda by her waist. “-they tend to be fast,” Y/n said sheepishly. Wanda held on to the same pole as Y/n.

Soon, they arrived at a floating garden. It was high above the clouds which allowed Wanda to get a good view of the sunset. “Come on. I know a private spot.” Still holding Wanda by the waist, Y/n led them to a familiar spot near the edge of the garden. There was a seat that saw the view of the city below as well as the clouds that sat right on top of it. 

“Welcome to my hideout.” Y/n watched as Wanda looked around awestruck at the view surrounding them. Nearby plants looked to be taken care of yet no caretakers were in sight. “Do you take care of them?” Wanda asked as she touched one of the plants. 

“I try my best. I’ve recently been learning more about herbology and gardening to expand on my skills.” Y/n hadn’t meant to boast but she desperately carved for Wanda’s approval or affirmation. 

“You never told me that you wanted to try learning about plants.” Y/n shrugged. There was more she wanted to tell but was never allowed. “If you have the time, I can tell you everything you ever wanted to know about me.”

Wanda walked towards the seat and beckoned for Y/n to sit beside her. “I want to know first about the history of your planet because where are all the crimes and murderers that I used to hear about.” 

“If I tell you, you must promise not to tell a soul outside this planet. If you were to spread the truth about my home planet, many people could get hurt.” The seriousness in Y/n’s voice struck Wanda’s attention. 

“I promise.” 

“Good. I’m holding you to that Maximoff.” Wanda smiled at the lightness that surrounded Y/n. It was all too different from the stoic nature Y/n had back in Acrux. “Probably was trying her best to stay alive,” Wanda thought. 

“Vernak, as you may have thought it to be home of all murderers, rapists, and thieves was actually home to the very first runaways.” Y/n wiped a hologram into view to showcase a family photo of a father, mother, and two sons. “Dain and Elizabeth Aetos and their sons Cain and Christopher. These are my ancestors.” 

“They’re a beautiful family,” Wanda admired. “Dain was a Jedi Knight while Elizabeth was a senator. In a farther part of the galaxy, these two were not allowed to love due to the rules of being a Jedi Knight.” Y/n swiped to show articles stating that Jedis were not allowed to have any relationship. 

“The goal of any Jedi is to defend and protect. They’re like peacekeepers of the galaxy. If they were to get into relationships, it may lead to biases to protect that individual over another. So when Dain was caught, he fled with his wife to a different part of the galaxy.” 

Y/n showed a map to showcase how far of a journey the Aetos family had to endure to get away from the Jedi counsel. “They landed in Vernak and built a home for themselves. For a while, it was just them four living on an inhabited planet.” 

“One day, Dain had gotten word of another couple that was also in the same predicament as them. While he was scared to leave his family, Elizabeth understood the importance of saving this couple and encouraged him to go. It was a long journey and Dain did get injured from it but thankfully the husband had a medical background.” 

“What would have happened if they were caught?” Y/n looked into Wanda’s eyes and sighed. “Back then it was a different culture, but the Jedi would have been killed for breaking this rule. As for their partner, they typically get banished.”

“Your ancestors knew the consequences of loving each other and still did?” Wanda didn’t mean to appear like she was judging but losing your life over loving someone was a big punishment to possibly face. 

“I would’ve done the same to be with you.” 

There was hope in Y/n’s eyes that Wanda felt the same way still, but when she hadn’t answered, Y/n cleared her throat and continued with the story. “Ever since that day, the Aetos family declared that they would help any people that needed refuge in any type of way. They grew and grew and grew. However, the boys were now in their late 20’s and pointed out that if they continued to rescue people, they would get caught.” 

Y/n swiped to show an updated family photo of the Aetos family and this time, the boys were now grown men with wives in the picture. “On this eventful night in history, the Aetos family forged a plan to fabricate what Vernak was. They sent out loyal soldiers to neighboring planets to spread rumors that Vernak was an evil planet filled with the worst that mankind has ever seen.” 

“It took a long time but people started to believe it. Because of this lie, generations of people taught it to their children and their children and so on. In the meantime, we still rescued many of those that needed it. Vernak was the planet for the forbidden people, the runaways. We vow to protect those in need in the name of love.” 

Wanda took it all in as she watched the sunset go down and stars in the sky appear. “So this whole time, Vernak has been a thriving place full of culture and life? If you have an army, what’s the point of still lying to the galaxy?” 

Y/n sighed, preparing herself for the harsh truth. “We lie to protect our citizens. Some have ancestors that were supposed to have been beheaded had we not stepped in and helped. Others have families that are still hunted to this day. If word gets out that these people are alive, who knows how many soldiers would come to try and defeat us.” 

Y/n held Wanda’s hand, “We lie so that our people can live peacefully.” 

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Two months have passed since Wanda had first arrived in Vernak. In the short amount of time, Wanda had managed to learn more about the planet’s history, army, politics, and culture. One of the biggest differences was obviously the lack of evil that the planet hosted. 

If anything, there was close to zero crime committed on the streets of Vernak. This marveled Wanda even more to learn how their legislation worked. With the help of Y/n, she attended several conferences where bills and laws were passed. 

The lack of arguing or fear mongering almost made Wanda uncomfortable. The palace had too much peace. Even her home planet had its fair share of power hungry people. So to see people work together to achieve the betterment of their people was odd to see. 

Right now, Wanda sat in her room, writing in her journal about the things she learned today when she heard the sound of the front door open. Closing her journal, Wanda walked out to the living room to see Y/n stripping off her royal attire. 

Wanda leaned up against the wall as Y/n sighed from the long day.  “How was your day?” 

Y/n looked up and smiled. “Rough. I had force training and it was more strenuous than usual.” Wanda walked towards Y/n and gave her a small hug.

Things were still unclear on what the two of them were. But having Wanda around was more than enough for Y/n. As for Wanda, she liked that Y/n never pressured her to talk. For now, things were okay. Pulling back from the hug, arms still around Y/n’s neck, Wanda said, “I cooked for you today.” 

Y/n held on to Wanda’s waist, a smirk on her face. “You did? You didn’t have to do that.” 

Wanda poked Y/n’s chest. “Nonsense. Plus, I managed to get the right ingredients. We’re having a proper Fornia dinner tonight. So dress nicely and you need a shower, you stink.”

With a light shove from Wanda, Y/n walked to her room with a laugh. “Yes ma’am.” 

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After cleaning herself up, Y/n walked out her room in an all black attire. The savory aroma of the meal was the first thing Y/n noticed as she walked closer to the dim kitchen.

Once she entered, Y/n was awestruck at the sight of a candle lit dinner. “Woah,” she muttered under her breath. Before she walked any further, Wanda snuck behind Y/n and intertwined their hands. 

“You like?” Y/n looked back, ready to compliment the dinner, but the sight of Wanda in an all black skin tight dress stopped her. It was like everything in the room stopped as she took it all in. Wanda’s hair was curled to perfection and her makeup made Y/n’s heart leap. 

Mouth agape, Y/n took a step back, spun Wanda around. “I don’t think there’s enough words to describe how beautiful you are Wanda.” 

Wanda was thankful for the dim lights as she blushed under Y/n’s gaze. “I’d say you look handsome tonight.” Y/n led Wanda to her seat and helped push her in. 

“This looks so amazing Wanda. I can’t wait to eat it.” Y/n sat on the other side ready to dig in but Wanda’s longing gaze stopped her. “Are you okay Wands?” 

“I want to say something and you can’t interrupt me, okay?” Y/n shook her head in understandment. Wanda shook her nerves away as she reached out once again to hold Y/n’s hand. Meeting her half, Y/n held Wanda’s hand, giving her a comforting squeeze. 

“I first want to thank you for being here for me. These past two months have been such a whirlwind and having you here with me has been such a relief.” Wanda started to tear up, feeling her emotions get the best of her. 

“I know you must wonder what I’ve been wanting to do or what my plan for the future is and for the first month, I honestly didn’t know what I wanted.”  Wiping away a fallen tear, Wanda continued. “But living here in Vernak with you. It’s given me something to look forward to.” 

Y/n smiled softly. She gave Wanda another gentle squeeze knowing the girl had more to say. “I thought that my life was over the moment I landed in Acrux. But life led me to you. And suddenly, it felt like my life finally started.” 

“I know we don’t talk enough about my decision to leave you but I do want to say I’m so sorry.” The moment replayed in both of their heads and all Wanda could feel was regret. “I should’ve heard you out but instead I left.” 

“Wanda, darling, I don’t blame you for leaving.” The sympathetic look on Y/n’s face broke Wanda’s heart. Here she was apologizing but entirely, there was nothing to apologize for. Y/n always understood Wanda’s decision to leave. “You chose based on information we purposely crafted for generations. There was no way you could have known the truth about Vernak.” 

Wanda continued to cry at Y/n’s generosity, feeling even more guilty on her decision to leave. Hating the sight of Wanda crying, Y/n got up and squatted in front of her. She cupped her face and wiped the tears away. “I wish I never left you.” 

Y/n’s heart dropped at the whispered confession. This was the first time that Wanda had remotely ever admitted anything like that. In turn, Y/n admitted, “I wish I stayed.” 

Vulnerability was something Y/n was hardly taught to give. It could lead to death, abandonment, or betrayal. But every single time Y/n chose to be vulnerable, it was for Wanda and no one else. 

“Do you think…” Wanda looked into Y/n’s eyes as she choked back her tears, “...if I were to ask for another chance…what would you say?” 

Y/n thought about it for a moment before saying, “I’d give you a thousand chances if it meant to be with you again.” 

Unable to hold herself back, Wanda leaned in for a kiss, hoping that Y/n could feel just how much she missed her. Hoping that it would be enough to apologize for all the countless lies she believed in. Hoping that she can prove to Y/n once more that she’d never leave again. 

And as Y/n deepened the kiss, tasting Wanda’s tears, she prayed that the only girl she’s ever loved will understand that no matter what, she will always choose her.

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Evil was something Wanda hardly associated Y/n with. After a year of living on Vernak, she could only see the good Y/n and her family have done for the people. So when Y/n came home from a rough day at the palace, Wanda’s love changed. 

She sat at their shared bed when she heard the front door open and close. “I’m over here dekta!” It took Y/n a long time to get to their bedroom, a long look was on her face when she arrived. 

Immediately noticing that something was wrong, Wanda closed her book and opened her arms. With no words, Y/n fell into Wanda’s arms. The feeling of being with her instantly relaxed the young Aetos. 

For a while, the two laid in bed, tangled in each other's arms before Y/n spoke up. “Something happened today and I…I don’t know how to handle it.” 

Wanda ran her hand through Y/n’s hair, trying her best to comfort her girlfriend. She pressed a small kiss on Y/n’s temple before saying, “You can tell me dekta. I’m all ears.” 

Y/n sighed, not knowing where to even start. “There was intel that came to the palace about a bounty hunter that managed to torture information about Vernak.” 

“We managed to get our hands on them but…” Y/n grimaced as she remembered. “...we had to kill them as well as the rest of the bounty hunters that they told.” Wanda could feel Y/n start to cry. 

“I know death is something I’m used to but these people were different. They were hired for all the wrong reasons in order to make ends meet. Many of them had families and now they’re probably waiting for them to come home.” 

Y/n slowly sat up as she wiped her own tears. Wanda followed suit and sat on Y/n’s lap. “I just- I hate the tough decisions we have to make. When things don’t feel as black and white, it makes me wonder if what we’re doing is good.” 

Y/n looked into Wanda’s eyes with fear. “It makes me wonder if I’m good enough for you.” 

Wanda frowned at the confession. “Don’t ever question that. There’s nothing in this world that will ever make me think that you’re not good enough for me.” Wanda gave Y/n a quick kiss, hoping to take away some of the pain her girlfriend was feeling. “Everything you do is to protect me and your people. There’s not a single day where I ever felt like you hurted people just to hurt. You and your family make the hard decisions in order for us to be safe.” 

“What if I told you we were evil?” Wanda looked at Y/n confused. 

“Dekta, we’ve been over this. Your family being evil is a lie.” Y/n almost felt guilty for how much Wanda cared for her. For if she were to see all the decisions being made, would she still stay? 

Y/n looked away, unable to meet Wanda’s eyes. “They unveiled today the final secret…our family has a long list of people turning to the dark side in order to make sure our country is protected. Even my father has admitted to tapping into that side of the force.” 

Y/n clenched her eyes, unable to forget the moment that electricity came out of her father’s hands. “The red lightsaber was one thing but having the powers of the dark side is another. I fear that if I’m not strong enough, I’ll succumb to the thoughts of the dark side.” 

“...I fear to be the person you hate.” 

Silence surrounded the room as Wanda stayed in deep thought. There were so many questions in her head but as Y/n slowly looked up, Wanda knew what to say. 

“Fear has controlled me before and it led me away from you. So listen when I say this, do not let fear make you believe that you will be destined for evil. The dark side is powerful but so are the emotions they feel. And as long as I’m here, I will never let evil succumb to you.”

Wiping away the remainder of her tears, Wanda finished with, “You are destined to be a great leader my love. Evil may linger in your genes but your heart shows me everything I need to know. And I will love you enough for the both of us to make you see that you are good.” 

Leaning in for one more kiss, Wanda would never call Y/n evil. 

<|>

Wanda and Y/n were 25 the night before their wedding. 

Wanda was looking out the balcony when she heard a knock at her door. It was close to midnight. “No one should be up,” she thought. The hologram displayed Y/n’s image and Wanda immediately opened the door. “What are you doing? You know it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.” 

Y/n chuckled at the superstition and entered anyway. “I wanted to see you. Today has been long without you.” Y/n jumped onto the bed, feeling exhausted. Wanda followed suit as she dimmed the lighting in the room. 

They got under the covers and laid next to each other. Face to face, Wanda asked, “I know something’s troubling you.” Y/n still had her eyes closed when she responded with, “And how do you know that my love?” 

“I have a gut feeling. Or maybe the force has connected us.” The thought was sincere. What if they were fated soulmates? “Plus, anytime I’m wide awake this late at night, you always seem to be in distress. So tell me what’s wrong dekta.”

Y/n sighed and snuggled into Wanda’s neck. Wanda started to play with Y/n’s hair, waiting for her to talk. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us…and I wanted to tell you something.” Y/n sat up, leaning on her arm for support as Wanda remained lying down on the bed. 

They held hands as Y/n added, “Loving me is hard.” Wanda frowned at the statement. “It’s something I’ve thought about a lot. And sometimes I doubt if this is the right path for you.” Feeling Y/n’s insecurities rise, Wanda sat up and cupped Y/n’s cheeks. “You are my path Y/n. There’s no doubt about that.” 

“You say that but tomorrow is our wedding. There’s no going back after that. You’re going to be stuck with me forever.” 

“You act as if that’s such a bad thing dekta.” Y/n sighed not knowing how to formulate her thoughts. “I chose you when I came back to you. I chose you again when I said yes to engaging you. And I will say yes once more tomorrow to have forever with you.” Wanda kissed Y/n long and hard. It almost made Y/n forget about her worries. 

Y/n rubbed Wanda’s arms hoping her thoughts wouldn’t sound too jumbled. “Choosing me then is different compared to choosing me tomorrow.” Y/n looked into Wanda’s eyes with all seriousness and declared, “If you choose to love me, you will love the very person this whole galaxy will be known to hate. The very sound of my name will not only bring assassins to kill me but armies to destroy me.” Y/n invaded Wanda’s space inch by inch. Tension building in their eyes and body. “If you choose me,” barely any space was between them now, “you will be with the person that will bring generations of families to death as the galaxy will go through its darkest times with me.” 

Evil lingered in Y/n’s eyes. The very eyes that Wanda had fallen for.

“If you choose me,” swallowing her pride, Y/n confessed, “they will hate you.” There was no going back, but Wanda was a smart girl. She knew the consequences of falling for an Aetos, yet there was always part of her that willingly went back each time. Like a drug, she couldn’t quit. 

What does it mean to fall in love with the person everyone hates? It meant seeing them for something else. A different side only special to you. It meant power beyond their control just to make sure you were safe. It meant that they would choose you versus the world every - single - time. 

“Do you choose me?” There was no pause, no hesitation when Wanda replied. Her heart and mind were already set ages ago. 

“...I do.”

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[judging-will-wood-confessions]

FUCKKKKK THIS IS ABT CHRIS NOT WILL

BUT IM SO NORMAL ABOUT CHRIS DUNNE

MHHHMHNGHHHG SO NORMAL

I WANNA GO TO A SCREENING OF THE REAL WILL WOOD, ROOFIE HIM(NOT IN A GROSS WAY!!!), TAKE HIM BACK TO MY HOUSE, TIE HIM TO A CHAIR, AND MAKE HIM WATCH MOVIES AND CHIT CHAT WITH ME

AUUGGJGHGHGH I WANT TO STOCKHOLM SYNDROME HIM INTO THINKING ME AND HIM R JUST BESTIES

LIKE ITS CRAAZZZYYY I WANT HIM IN MY HOUSE, JUST TO HANG OUT WITH AND BE THERE

LIKE A PET FISH

[just-some-friendly-fun]

CURSE YOU AND YOUR AMAZINGLY GOOD FIC “FRIGHTENINGLY INTRIGUING” !! ( @glitchysquidd )

MY HAND MOVED ON ITS OWN AND DREW THE NASTY RABBIT MAN AFTER READING IT. YOU’VE REAWAKEN MY OLD CRUSH I LEFT BACK YEARS AGO.NOW WHAT WILL I DO???

Also, bonus !! With my inserted OC (Hana) and another FNAF OC Skylar (Skylar is not calm about her bestie seeing a zombie rabbit who’s also a child murderer)

[ Dialogue: ]

“GIRL. ARE YOU BEING HELD HOSTAGE?? IS THIS A STOCKHOLM SYNDROME THING?”

“Listen, he’s cute. I swear. He has… His redeeming qualities. He’s a real sweetheart once you get to know him.”

“I’LL KNOW HIM WHEN HIS NAME’S ON A TOMBSTONE, GIRLYPOP.. (also you coulda pulled better, there’s a thousand fish in the sea. You didn’t have to take the dead one).”

Anyways go read their fic Frighteningly Intriguing

[yermes]

PAC: 🚬

Achieving my bimbo vampire step mom aesthetic by: sleeping all day, picking up one of my besties even tho i’m so sick the sun hurts my eyes, cannot see, cannot hear so I am just playing all my shows and music on MAX volume as I slowly decay in the background. I GOT SICK AGAIN THIS TIME WITH AN EAR INFECTION 😭 and head cold. But hey theres going to be a super blue moon and a visible Saturn. What a vibe. Ruler of both Cap and Aqu it really depicts the veil which so gently divides the as above so below. It also has a great many other of Correspondences but in MY working on the 30th thats what my focus is on. To me saturn is like the collab between Bauer and Lululemon. Lets see how you as an individual represent duality in your own life.

Pick a meme

The cards

The Hierophant 🪦

Magus of the Eternal Gods, Vau, Nail

Honestly such a great card which represents both physical strength and none physical strength. As well as the macrocosm and microcosm. The microcosm which is reflected in man is just a small ecosystem of the divine which we can pick apart and associate with small aspects of the universe. Aka. Magic kinda. However with the divinity in man comes the primal in man. And while this card celebrates the divinity it reversed also represents the unorthodox vulnerable aspects of the individual. Connect the two. They do not have to be strangers.

Princess of wands 🚰

Venus in fire, firey aspect of earth, earth in the fires of aziluth, malkuth

The line between self love and self destruction is a FINE LINE and your ass is cutting it CLOSEEEEE. If you have to ask yourself: when does passion turn into arrogance. When does your zest for life make you broke asf and lead you to realize your zest may not have been so real at all but a delusion you under took for survival. When does the real and the fake collide and when do you recognize it?

The lovers 🕯️

Children of the Voice Divine, Zain, Sword

This card kinda sends me because it depicts Perseus saving Andromeda which yeah thats a cute love story. But are they in love or is that shit Stockholm syndrome. This card also has a strong connection to its opposite- the temperance. Basically big dawg love can go in any direction. You may be a stockholm syndrome delulu baddie who grows into love or it goes into disunion discord and all that ugly shit. Love can both create and destroy.

Princess of swords 🪜

Venus in air, earth in the air of Yetzirah, malkuth

Well it is human nature isn’t it? You can make and you can break and its all kind of the same when you think about it. When you put to much logic into it you almost lack that moral understanding because feelings almost cannot fit into your logical one track minded world view. While being free and creative you could also be stubborn and harsh which in time will dwindle your creativity. At your best you have many skills, talents, ideas. At your worst you are the conflict between earth and air. Insecure and at times not compatible with yourself. Open yourself up do not keep shutting yourself down.

Extras: I may have posted that extra ass thing abt piercing the veil but that is a lie I’m fr just trying to manifest some dick and get you an extra step daddy be blessed.

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[borathae]

Chapter 20

oh what happened to her parents and cookie? when did the fire happen? it says years but years could 2 to 20 but she feels like someone who wont say 2 years sooo ancient, uk? so im going to guess 5+ years ago to 19 years max wait how old is our baby?

And who is that shadow sitting in the dark? WHOS THAT SHADOW HOLDING ME HOSTAGE IVE BEEN HERE FOR DAYS (stockholm syndrome by 1d)

omg we could have died and become a vampire and yoongi as our sire woah WOW idk if thats hot daddy or literal dad SHIT FREUD WOULD HAVE A FIELD DAY WITH THIS

THERE ARE MORE VAMPIRES IN THOSE TUNNELS/FOREST AREA??

why does yoongi care? is it the caring of an old person who lived life and wants better life for the young ones or some motive? i dont get it

yay 2seok 😭we are hurt again 💀 honestly how do they put up with her? (no hate to her), like where is the mom mode? the i told you so? like why are you such caring besties? also why am i feeling like oc is a character themself and me at the same time??? like i dont want her to be scolded, heck she didnt know shit but i wanna be scolded???

“They didn’t, she is just being dramatic. I fed her my blood before she could die, she’ll heal”, Yoongi answers him dryly. wow so normal, and good news

also rip dogecoin dog

jin i doubt you wanna call him a vermin

I am tired of vampires messing with my brain.” mood

oh somebody crying on ur chest and u cant do anything other than tell them "they are strong and was just a child, was never their fault" you know it does nothing much for them, but some comfort for the night, a little amount of time until the pain and demons are back again, that shit hurts a lot, eat me away but i have to strong and fine for her cuz she deserves it fuck im rambling bye lol

Hoseok was nice enough to carry a TV up to your room and install it on your dresser. he is the man yall 😭😭😭

I don’t want to be the one doing the finishing blow.” .. “How are you so sure?” CUZ U DID THIS TO URSELF INSTEAD OF HURTING HER KOOK, U STILL HATE URSELF, filled with guilt and self loath, it shows ur humanity and the fact that its better you than anyone else heal please, let yourself heal. you did whatever you could, everything is not in your control and hence is not your fault

did jin put hard raisins in the cookies??? i soak them, that way they are chewy in the soft cookies

I feel like a bitch, but fuck it’s getting so exhausting to pretend that their sweet gestures are working.” ... “Because I don’t want to hurt them. They are doing so much for me”.. "I don’t want to hurt them by telling them that what they are doing is working shit.” wow somebody really decided to call me out

“Shit ___, I thought he liked you. Why would he do that to you?” fr, that too he tried to protect with the ring and stuff, what did they do to him?

YES SHE CONNECTED THE DOTS MY SMART BABY I LOVE U I smelled orange blossoms and cedarwood ooh thats what they smell like

Why k-kill me for it? W-what, what did do to them?"  changed taehyung and they hated it i guess

If I hadn’t angered them so much or provoked them so much maybe they wouldn’t have hurt me."  NO U DIDNT BABY, ITS ALL THEIR FAULT

Jungkook watches you as you blow your nose and wipe your eyes ... you force down a new wave of sobs... you hit your own chest to get rid of the pain. fuck that pain, that hurts a lot

He knows that gesture, he had done it a million times before in his lonely, isolated life. And it rips him apart to see you having to do it too. You should never have had to feel so broken. fuck i feel the same, knowing how much that hurts and never want them to feel, but kook and her are hurt and nothing can change it

its funny that you never feel the same for yourself, you felt that for somebody, now change that somebody to yourself whats so hard about it? too hard

“Did you just use my words against me?” stop he is cute im giggling through runny nose

“You’re cute Kook”, you tell him fondly, pinching his cheek. He lowers his eyes and scrunches his nose up UWUW THEY ARE SO CUTE SHUT UP PLS

YOONGI IS GOING TO TEACH THEM??? FUCK YES

“___ stay away, I’m dangerous again”, he squeaks. u were fine just now

right, we cant change his mind, and she cant change her mind either and taehyung just idk ah

You just never should have chatted up Alpha."  true, but im sure joon would get to us somehow and that means tae and jimin too. maybe it will take longer thats all

“You’re finally done withering away?” he asks coldly. how nice

Hoseok scratches the back of his neck, “yeah uhm, that’s fine too.” pls hes trying his best

“sure, I can smell the honesty in your sweat.” Hoseok smells himself, furrowing his brows. hobi baby really believed for a second there lol

I got broken up by my boyfriend in the rudest way possible and almost died. fr

“Hey”, Jungkook says, waving his hand shyly. HE IS UP AGAIN YAY

“I have my methods, trust me.” ok min suga genius jjang jjang man boong boong

“Nothing, I just can’t stand you.” i just know jimin would have said, then sit down

“W-what?” he stutters, looking at Yoongi with big eyes. EXACLTY LOOK AT LIL BABY, U CANT BE RUDE

“let’s go eat Kook, I’ll show you how to hunt animals.” “Really? You can do that?” Jungkook gasps, seeming excited. YES AND IT BEGINS YALL YEEHAW

“I can’t decide if I like this dude or not” fr hobi

“What did you do in your room yesterday?” she danced to itzy, thats all

“I didn’t slip on the pillow, I tried to kick the pillow and slipped on the carpet which resulted in my twisting my ankle and then falling on my tailbone” beautiful, i can totally see it. cuz i did fall similarly once

“Even better, shit I would have loved to see that”, he wheezes. tag urself, im hobi

Jungkook drags himself into the room, plotting down next to you with a loud yawn that exposes the back of his throat to all of you. wow that too in those pink briefs and socks THAT ARE PULLED UP ALL THE WAY worse than what we wear when delivery guy comes

was he that sleepy he didnt smell her? mood cuz thats the type of vampire i would be, sleeping for hours

“Hey ___”, he says, laughing awkwardly. MOM HES SO CUTE FUCK

“Yeah, ha. Hahaha”, he scratches the back of his neck. He is so flustered, you know he is. 100% i just know his neck would be all red

He seems to be proud, watching Jungkook with a fond smile. So he did it on purpose. Make him chuckle with a funny story and lessen the anxiety he feels. He is so sweet sometimes. irl its jin the ice breaker and its soo good uknow??

“Stop talking to him like that!” you speak up. PERIODT UR SCARING THE BABY

“You will not go to your apartment on your own” fr thanks yoongi what joon or jimin is waiting right there???

“It’s decided then”, you say and drag him with you by the collar of his leather jacket, “come now.” AAH TOO HOT FUCK THE ENEMIES TO LOVERS THING

Protection. You think I’ll let you drive without it?”

It squishes your cheeks and hurts your nose as he pulls it down, making you groan. “Jesus, you want to strangle me?” “Sometimes yeah” I LOVE THEM

That’s the problem with Yoongi. You never know if he was joking or being serious. ngl taehyung did that too, in the previous chapters

“My plants, I need to take care of them”, they are prolly dead 💀

“Aaaah that”, you smirk. “Princess seriously, invite me inside.” FUCK SHE IS REALLY TEASING AND TESTING HIS NON-EXISTING PATIENCE thats both hot and funny as fuck, sorry yoongles 😭😭

“I don’t like the fucking games you are playing today, you hear me?” “Yoongi pull your knee away this instant” He pulls away immediately and steps back, fixing the heavy rings on his fingers. what a rude but cute distinguished gentleman

oof what a bad boi “You are such a freaking dick, no wonder you have no friends” shots fired oof

WOW HOLY SHIT JIMIN WAS WAITING THERE LIKE A JOBLESS IDIOT

If he would have been the one to find you….” he trails off, blinking rapidly. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??? WHO?? NAMJOON YOU MEAN??

“you are literally such a good person and I fucking hate it.”yup figured that “You made him good. Taehyung, you gave him back his humanity, made him vulnerable, reminded him what happiness feels like and I hate you for doing this to him.” there, asshole said it

I just hate that you are the reason Taehyung hurts.” but its you tho, use 2 braincells for that

“….did you get it?” his voice slowly comes back again, as if you were finally submerging from water, “Save. Him.” bruh, leave his alone for that

OH YOONGI FUCK WHERE WERE YOU, no actually its good u stayed inside, we got some info

damn this was long anyways feelings were feelings, emotional as fuck now

oh what happened to her parents and cookie? when did the fire happen? it says years but years could 2 to 20 but she feels like someone who wont say 2 years sooo ancient, uk? so im going to guess 5+ years ago to 19 years max wait how old is our baby?

in Sanguis Alpha she is around 23-24 and the thing with Cookie happened when she was around 10 😭

omg we could have died and become a vampire and yoongi as our sire woah WOW idk if thats hot daddy or literal dad SHIT FREUD WOULD HAVE A FIELD DAY WITH THIS

that would actually be so hot nfdnasf 🥵

THERE ARE MORE VAMPIRES IN THOSE TUNNELS/FOREST AREA??

SCARY SHIT LIKE HELLOO

why does yoongi care? is it the caring of an old person who lived life and wants better life for the young ones or some motive? i dont get it

gaah these are the right questions indeed 👀

also rip dogecoin dog

THE DOG DIED??? why would you just drop that so casually noo omfg I'm genuinely so sad right now 😭😭

jin i doubt you wanna call him a vermin

JFAJDSF he gives no fucks and I admire him for that <3

oh somebody crying on ur chest and u cant do anything other than tell them "they are strong and was just a child, was never their fault" you know it does nothing much for them, but some comfort for the night, a little amount of time until the pain and demons are back again, that shit hurts a lot, eat me away but i have to strong and fine for her cuz she deserves it fuck im rambling bye lol

no but I love that she has Hobi to comfort her :( he is such a good person and amazing friend 😭

Hoseok was nice enough to carry a TV up to your room and install it on your dresser. he is the man yall 😭😭😭

him him him him him !!!!!!!

I don’t want to be the one doing the finishing blow.” .. “How are you so sure?” CUZ U DID THIS TO URSELF INSTEAD OF HURTING HER KOOK, U STILL HATE URSELF, filled with guilt and self loath, it shows ur humanity and the fact that its better you than anyone else heal please, let yourself heal. you did whatever you could, everything is not in your control and hence is not your fault

I SOB BECUASE OF HIM HE IS SO 😭😭😭😭

did jin put hard raisins in the cookies??? i soak them, that way they are chewy in the soft cookies

jfjadjf I feel like no matter he would have prepared him, Kookie would have hated them fnadsnf

I feel like a bitch, but fuck it’s getting so exhausting to pretend that their sweet gestures are working.” ... “Because I don’t want to hurt them. They are doing so much for me”.. "I don’t want to hurt them by telling them that what they are doing is working shit.” wow somebody really decided to call me out

I feel that, I'm sorry you have to feel this way :(

“Shit ___, I thought he liked you. Why would he do that to you?” fr, that too he tried to protect with the ring and stuff, what did they do to him?

LIKE SERIOUSLY WHAT?????

Why k-kill me for it? W-what, what did do to them?"  changed taehyung and they hated it i guess

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh

If I hadn’t angered them so much or provoked them so much maybe they wouldn’t have hurt me."  NO U DIDNT BABY, ITS ALL THEIR FAULT

PLEASE SOMEONE HOLD HER

He knows that gesture, he had done it a million times before in his lonely, isolated life. And it rips him apart to see you having to do it too. You should never have had to feel so broken. fuck i feel the same, knowing how much that hurts and never want them to feel, but kook and her are hurt and nothing can change it

I feel so sad for them please 😭😭😭😭

its funny that you never feel the same for yourself, you felt that for somebody, now change that somebody to yourself whats so hard about it? too hard

YES 100% that's me for real

“Did you just use my words against me?” stop he is cute im giggling through runny nose

hoihihiihihih <3 him <3

YOONGI IS GOING TO TEACH THEM??? FUCK YES

I LOVE THIS ENERGY FNNF

You just never should have chatted up Alpha."  true, but im sure joon would get to us somehow and that means tae and jimin too. maybe it will take longer thats all

yes 100% it would have happened regardless, especially because Tae clearly had an interest in her (in whatever way) from the beginning, so it would have definitely happened

“You’re finally done withering away?” he asks coldly. how nice

he is so kind and sweet and loving <33 :)

Hoseok scratches the back of his neck, “yeah uhm, that’s fine too.” pls hes trying his best

he is just a lil pookie :( <3

“sure, I can smell the honesty in your sweat.” Hoseok smells himself, furrowing his brows. hobi baby really believed for a second there lol

“I have my methods, trust me.” ok min suga genius jjang jjang man boong boong

he would probably throw you if you said that to him at this point of the story fjasdjf

“Nothing, I just can’t stand you.” i just know jimin would have said, then sit down

lmaooao I meaaan

“W-what?” he stutters, looking at Yoongi with big eyes. EXACLTY LOOK AT LIL BABY, U CANT BE RUDE

HE JUST A LIDDOL BABY (he is meant to be a dangerous killer)

“let’s go eat Kook, I’ll show you how to hunt animals.” “Really? You can do that?” Jungkook gasps, seeming excited. YES AND IT BEGINS YALL YEEHAW

LETS GOOOO

“Even better, shit I would have loved to see that”, he wheezes. tag urself, im hobi

lmaooaoa me for real

Jungkook drags himself into the room, plotting down next to you with a loud yawn that exposes the back of his throat to all of you. wow that too in those pink briefs and socks THAT ARE PULLED UP ALL THE WAY worse than what we wear when delivery guy comes

NO BUT HE IS SO CUTE LIKE I NEED HIM

was he that sleepy he didnt smell her? mood cuz thats the type of vampire i would be, sleeping for hours

thiiss or maybe Yoongi's training is starting to work ohohooh

“Hey ___”, he says, laughing awkwardly. MOM HES SO CUTE FUCK

I love him :')

“Yeah, ha. Hahaha”, he scratches the back of his neck. He is so flustered, you know he is. 100% i just know his neck would be all red

yes gaaah I jujst ufcking locve him

He seems to be proud, watching Jungkook with a fond smile. So he did it on purpose. Make him chuckle with a funny story and lessen the anxiety he feels. He is so sweet sometimes. irl its jin the ice breaker and its soo good uknow??

yes gosh I miss him </3

“You will not go to your apartment on your own” fr thanks yoongi what joon or jimin is waiting right there???

I love protective Yoongi fnfnf

“It’s decided then”, you say and drag him with you by the collar of his leather jacket, “come now.” AAH TOO HOT FUCK THE ENEMIES TO LOVERS THING

GIRL I FORGOT I WROTE THIS AND LOST MY FUCKING MIND UFKCKCKCKCKKCKC

the meme is me for sanguis Yoongi for fucking real

It squishes your cheeks and hurts your nose as he pulls it down, making you groan. “Jesus, you want to strangle me?” “Sometimes yeah” I LOVE THEM

ngnnfadnfn THEM THEM THEM fuck they were so exiciting

That’s the problem with Yoongi. You never know if he was joking or being serious. ngl taehyung did that too, in the previous chapters

an i oop-

“My plants, I need to take care of them”, they are prolly dead 💀

honestly? 100%

“Aaaah that”, you smirk. “Princess seriously, invite me inside.” FUCK SHE IS REALLY TEASING AND TESTING HIS NON-EXISTING PATIENCE thats both hot and funny as fuck, sorry yoongles 😭😭

FUKCCKKC I LOVE THEM FUCKKC I WANT THEM TO HATE FUC-

“I don’t like the fucking games you are playing today, you hear me?” “Yoongi pull your knee away this instant” He pulls away immediately and steps back, fixing the heavy rings on his fingers. what a rude but cute distinguished gentleman

he is all like "i may be a cunt but i ain't about that sexual harassment" JAHHAHA

oof what a bad boi “You are such a freaking dick, no wonder you have no friends” shots fired oof

THEY WERE SO MEAN TO EACH OTHER GAAH

WOW HOLY SHIT JIMIN WAS WAITING THERE LIKE A JOBLESS IDIOT

fajdsjfajds

If he would have been the one to find you….” he trails off, blinking rapidly. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??? WHO?? NAMJOON YOU MEAN??

whooo does he mean helloo??

I just hate that you are the reason Taehyung hurts.” but its you tho, use 2 braincells for that

no but what if he isn't lying then waht?? hellooo???

OH YOONGI FUCK WHERE WERE YOU, no actually its good u stayed inside, we got some info

HAHAHAH you're like "good thing we almost died"

[swampstew]

Germa 66's Cold-Blooded Voyage - Niji's solo adventure: "Manifest destiny nepo baby does a kidnapping"

Oh yandere! This one goes out to my bestie @vinsmoke-vi - please come get your man😩

WC: 663 CW: Spicy; not-gender specific reader; Yandere Niji with vision impairment; kidnapping reader; consent/non con/dubious consent and maybe Stockholm syndrome?; murder and unhealthy relationship dynamics; reader is in for a time.

Oh no. And it’s not like you can say no, he is royalty after all. Say goodbye to all your known comforts, friends and family because he will swoop in, grab you, and whisk you back to his kingdom. You have 0% chance of escaping or any hope of rescue, he’s from the GERMA KINGDOM. As he tries to get you to settle down in his room, you manage to get away from him and make an escape attempt. It didn’t last very long, and the last thing you can manage is striking him across the face, knocking his glasses off. He frowns as the glasses scatter across the floor and you stand there as you take in the man known as Vinsmoke Niji.

He’s vision impaired. Niji straightens up and smirks. “It’s good you see me like this, we should know everything about each other. For example, I might be blind without my enhanced goggles, but that doesn’t mean I can’t find you.” One second he was in front of you, the next he was behind you pressing you against his lean, hard body. “I’m invulnerable,” as he wraps his hand around your throat, not yet squeezing. “It’s better for you if you just accept your fate, why won’t you just comply? I’m your prince and at my side, you’ll be royalty too, you should be grateful I’ve saved you from the rags you wear!” he almost swoons at his own words, tightening his grip on your throat. Tears impair your vision as your windpipe is further constricted, only loosening when you nod furiously.

Niji was serious when he said it was time to get to know each other, and so he made you spill all your beans. He did reciprocate, which tbh you didn’t expect, and you were shocked (and appalled) that his own father genetically mutilated him to strip him of his humanity – his emotions. No wonder the sick son of a bitch kidnapped you and feels no remorse or shame. Unfortunately, he probably doesn’t have the capacity for love either. Like he read your mind: a giant smile forms on his face. “Just because I don’t have love doesn’t mean I can’t show love.” He spends the entire day whisking you around and having the servants order anything and everything you’ve ever wanted. His love language is bribery gifts. They range from posh and pricey to utterly deranged. “Niji, please stop killing and making wild animal trophies for me.” “Y/N, this tramp was objectifying me with her eyes, so I killed her for you!” “Niji no!” “Niji yes!”

Niji has no shame, so he doesn’t care about pushing your boundaries. He wants what he wants, he doesn’t take no for an answer so he will keep at it until you change your mind. If you actually mean “no,” he throws a massive fucking tantrum that can only be soothed away with relentless murder. So, he’s going to take a few days to himself to cool off. You’ll need time to reflect on your bratty behavior too – so he locks you in the same prison his father locked his younger “failure of a brother.” If seeing those conditions doesn’t fix your bratty attitude, he’s going to have a word with Judge to see if there’s anything to be done about it.

However, life with Niji doesn’t have to be all bad. He loves a compliant darling – not that he’d ever call you that to your face. A good captive partner will be appreciative of all he gives them AND reciprocate his affections. If you meet all his expectations and demands, you’ll be rewarded tenfold. The upside of being ruthless warmongers, they’re rich as fuck. Niji, for what its worth, does love you. In his own fucked up, twisted way. And he loves how well you accepted and transitioned into his lifestyle. Sometimes when you’re sleeping, he’ll lean down and whisper sweet things about his ‘darling.’

[scribblesbyb]

rambling ahead.

ok. ok. O. K.

I just finished reading A Feather in the Breeze and I'm just... at a loss for words.

Putting aside how well this incredibly magical world is introduced and also the beautiful writing style that just transports you to all these.. etheral places in your imagination, THE STORY ENDS ON A CLIFFHANGER.

which i loved. and hated. but mostly loved. because like i got so invested i got angry which proves how SJSKSJJ the novella is.

AND THE CHARACTERS. Gahd. i can't decide who to love. if we play fuck marry kill with Aveline, Adonis, and Thalissa, i would rather die than have to choose. i want them all. ESPECIALLY Thalissa (spoiler: a dark princess that wants to kidnap me and make me her bride? yes please. I'll eat that shit up. Stockholm syndrome can't hit me fast enough.)

and Adonis i swear will legit make the straighest man out there swoon. no lie. he's just.. yummy. i won't ever stop describing him as such. BECAUSE HE IS. TRULY.

and ugh. the tension. so much tension. it's such a wonderful story. i loved every second of it. i can't shut up about it. I've told my bestie all about this intricately woven world of 49 magics and all these intriguing characters u can't help but fall for (Lucah is gonna be my next downfall i KNOW.)

thank you @isabellebissonrouthier I'm so excited to finish ur book fr 😭😭

(here's its blog if you're curious to know more @49-ibr )

[pidgecv]

early morning ramblings///

posting this for funsies

pidge talks about romance as horror for far too long and makes no sense in the process 2024 colorized

relationships as a vessel for psychological horror has always been something that fascinates me. take killing stalking for example. a viscerally disgusting and terrible work of horror fiction that i honestly find really compelling conceptually. now did SOME of the fandom™️ completely miss the point and just go “omg yaoi” yes, they did. and yeah the story is like,, not my thing exactly in execution i didn’t finish the comic itself. im not the biggest fan of gore and it crossed my personal line into shock horror (got a bit too into the wrong kind of uncomfortable) but it’s all preference. however, the inherent horror of things like stockholm syndrome, or the idea of a frankenstein being infatuated with his monster not because of who they are but because he made them are both SO interesting. imagine a person loving someone who they have manipulated and abused past the point of humanity. not romantically necessarily (though yeah that’s totally a thing, that all-consuming fascination being misunderstood as a sick romance) rather like a personal project they’re absolutely obsessed with. their creation. except that creation has feelings as well. or maybe in extreme cases, used to at least. problem is it’s difficult to write platonically, since a lot of that stuff can come off as romanticizing abuse and it’s a very delicate topic. deffo easier to have someone eat their own arm and call it a day. going back to stockholm syndrome, in a way it’s a removal of agency (which is a staple of horror media lol). so the horror could be applied both ways, the obsessed and the obsession. the monster and its twisted creator. the inhuman and the inhumane. idk it’s just so damn interesting. it gets complicated and tricky to pull off, but horror doesn’t mix well with cut corners. i may try and expand on this sort of idea but in a far less extreme way for the swapverse. absolutely nothing romantic, in fact i headcanon (or i guess canon?) both versions of cleo as aroace (fully, not just somewhere in the middle of the aroace spectrum but completely disinterested in romance and sex repulsed) ((mostly just wanted to explore familial and platonic bonds without having to consider any sort of romantic stuff)) (((yes s!cleo had a boyfriend pre apox. it was qpr, they were both aroace but were besties for the resties and were gonna marry for tax purposes))). but i’d love to pull off a platonic obsession. jo would absolutely obsess over her work. she would be so proud of herself for creating cleo. living (debatably) proof of her skill. her magnum opus. every success of cleo’s is actually jos, but also every failure is taken the same way. jo sees it as her own failure, and takes out that selfish anger on cleo or even V sometimes. cleo struggles with her humanity. she was one of the first infected. not patient 0, but one of the first. early enough to have been institutionalized and studied at least. and jo has twisted her memories so much that cleo doesn’t know anything about herself except that she belongs to jo. she’s property, a dangerous weapon. that’s what makes their deaths so poetic. jo dies at the hands of V, through her own weapon. because while cleo hit the detonator, it was V who rigged the bomb. Cleo and jo depend on each other so much. the way you need the sword to cut but the sword needs you to polish. to sharpen. even to forge. of course V is the only one who survives. cleo was never going to be able to live without jo and vice versa. they weren’t friends. they weren’t family. they were something else entirely, something torturous and hateful and tragic. a dynamic of lies and manipulation and cruelty. they died as they lived, together. while the original final lives cast was threatened by the new world, they managed to overcome it by being a team. in the swapverse, the outside world was never the threat. they dominated the apocalypse, thriving compared to the og crew. but they were torn apart from the inside, and they couldn’t overcome it. yet another reflection of the original cast. i was gonna type more but hit tumblr limit goodnight fazgang

[demcnsinmymind]

everyone be out there talking about their demon/host combo sorta being besties and a symbiont power couple, meanwhile there's the boy, the az and me. And though I also do have a symbiont late post canon verse which is super fun, for the most part I am here to tell u that no, I am boring and do not have a real symbiont power couple on this blog

the az is extremely obsessed, manipulative as hell, chaotic as shit and that is all.

Like, it's important to me to stress that this is not your typical supernatural-y type of possession either. Lance let it in. He's not exactly trapped in his mind 24/7 and it is not in charge 24/7 and it's not forcing him to do stuff all the time. It has never physically harmed him and would never torture or mentally hurt him in any way. It does want him its version of 'safe' and 'comfortable' and it does want him alive, and it enjoys letting him be in charge most of the time because to it it's like watching your fav tv show BUT

There still is a severe imbalance of power and no real equality here and there never will be. Both of them will abuse each other's perks for their own gains regardless of whether it's useful or good for the other. Az will keep gobbling his mental trauma right up for food and funnsies and it will keep using him as its home for comfort and for the heck of it. Lance in return will keep manipulating its protectiveness and obsession to trigger its powers against others and eventually will use its powers all by himself to his own benefit, to bascially become OP just so no one can ever hurt him again. Both their number one goal is to keep him alive, yes, but other than that, Azzy's extreme obsession with him is mainly unhealthy and nothing positive. It'll kill people over it. It'll try to destroy genuine relationships to keep him all to itself and just itself. And Lance's attachment to it is based on nothing but fear of abandonment and trauma aka it's a trauma bond/stockholm's syndrome. And he's the type of character who doesn't have many friends, doesn't know how to make genuine friends, is terrible at keeping them, and post canon, is afraid of having them and hurting them, so he's trapped in a way since this leaves him with Az as his only 'friend' which he doesn't want to lose.

Not throwing any shade at anyone, just thought it'd be fun to make that a little clearer because I myself tend to forget the idea at times and catch myself thinking "okay but maybe Azzy is right and it really isn't so bad actually, it just wants to keep him safe and protected, so maybe it actually really is his friend" and that is true, but it still fucked up my friends because the motive and intentions behind it are important, and let me tell u those are not at all about Lance but all about itself. Because we all know if it truly cared about him and his wellbeing and just wanted him to be safe and happy, it would leave him alone if he got better. But the thing is that it won't EVER leave him again because it is way too obsessed with him and the endless food supply of his time paradox and suffering and it literally just wants him because that's all it cares about. Not needing or reason or anything else. Just endless hunger and want.

Having said all of that, I still can't picture a post canon reality where either of the two actually get rid of each other. They're stuck with each other either way - for better or worse. Especially since Lance literally needs it in his head because otherwise there would be nothing in place to keep the physical damage to his brain away. It's literally like a pacemaker, and that just adds up to the 'hostage' situation without it being a true one. It's just...a mess all around.

[goldenfharry]

WHERE ARE YOU BESTIE , STOCKHOLM SYNDROME IS BAAAAAAACK . IT'S FOR ME AND YOU

I WAS

and you might not believe me but I swear

I WAS AT A BOB DYLAN CONCERT WITH MY DAD LMAOOOOO

BUT THANK GOD ITS BACK!!!!!!! I was already counting on spending all my money with my lawyer

[upalldown]

The National - First Two Pages Of Frankenstein

Album number nine from the Ohio indie quintet produced by band at their Long Pond studio in upstate New York and features guest appearances from Sufjan Stevens, Phoebe Bridgers and Taylor Swift

7/13

It’s hard to have a reputation for being difficult. This isn’t necessarily the reputation that The National have been saddled with, but it’s close. Any time the Brooklyn mainstays have put out an album, especially since their steady rise to fame in the wake of 2007’s Boxer, the word has followed them around: “grower.” By this, people typically mean that their music is “difficult,” not because it’s unpleasant, but because every National album feels like it comes with an implied period of working to crack its shell, to understand its structures, to unravel its mysteries. One might argue that this is closer to Stockholm Syndrome than anything within the DNA of the music made by frontperson Matt Berninger and the brothers Dessner (Aaron and Bryce) and Devendorf (Bryan and Steve), but the faithful view it as the process of completing a very satisfying puzzle, or picking the lock of your father’s nightstand as a kid to peek through whatever secrets were contained within.

It is inevitable that First Two Pages of Frankenstein, the band’s ninth record, will be painted in that same way — but we daresay it will be for a totally different reason. After a career’s worth of being difficult, this one is going to throw people for a loop because it is shockingly, unexpectedly easy. To the point where you might even find it boring on that first listen. The first thing you hear on the album is the solemn pianos of the Sufjan-populated “Once upon a Poolside.” There’s almost no “bangers” (not like they’re used to making — think “Bloodbuzz Ohio” or “Graceless”), and when there are bangers, they’ve had the edges sanded off, like the strangely infectious “Tropic Morning News.” For the first time in the band’s career, Frankenstein is a grower because they zagged when we expected them to, once more, zig.

Much like Beck’s Morning Phase, or Yo La Tengo’s There’s a Riot Going On, Frankenstein feels like a post-traumatic comedown of an album, designed to not wrestle the listener into submission — and, even more interestingly, to not destroy their creator. “It’s a tender record,” Berninger told Spin in an interview. “I needed a record that was going to be kind to me and remind me what I needed to do. It’s a fetal position record in a lot of ways. I can’t fake it. I cannot go into the studio and turn on Mick Jagger. I can’t Bono it. It has to be real. This record was very much the genuine product of what it had to be for me.” That yearning for tender kindness is evident throughout Frankenstein, right down to the fact that their collaborators — a former collaborator, a former tourmate, and their current bestie — spells a desire to unwind with an inner circle, rather than inviting a group of newcomers into the mix to play around in the awkward, nervous energy of new relationships, as they did on 2019’s I Am Easy to Find. Unshockingly, those guest spots by Phoebe Bridgers (“This Isn’t Helping”) and Taylor Swift (“The Alcott”) blend effortlessly into the landscape of Frankenstein, which only adds to the feeling of it being a bear hug, rather than a full nelson.

This isn’t to say that Frankenstein is boring, though, or even that it’s a simple album. Just when you think you have its number, they’ll toss you a curveball like the second half of “Alien,” which sees the band moving from skittering beats to a solid wall of explosive drum beats straight outta “Terrible Love.” After that, they’ll recede into something softer with the Swift-featuring “The Alcott,” which — unshockingly — feels like one of the songs that Swift and Bryce Dessner worked on together, but without the futile attempt to wipe away his fingerprints that they engaged on with Folklore and Evermore. Then, if you feel like they’ve lost the thread, they’ll hit you with a fucking ripper like “Grease in Your Hair,” a song that feels like it would have fit effortlessly into Frankenstein’s sonic twin in the National catalog, High Violet. It doesn’t sound anything like Sleep Well Beast’s own bruiser “Turtleneck,” but the effect is the same: a reminder that despite all the melancholy and wistfulness, they’re still full of blood and bile, ready to tear it up.

After a career of songs meant to feel as big as possible, The National have recorded an album that shows its best side not when you blast it, but when you tuck yourself away in a pair of headphones — even on the songs that one might call “rippers.” Frankenstein wants to pull you close, to hit you with the immediacy that only the centimeters between the speaker and your eardrum can afford you. From that distance, the drama bubbling underneath the surface of “Tropic Morning News” can hit harder, the drum machine beats and simmering bassline even more evident (and addicting), though it means that lines like “It’s a thing you have/ You just don’t know that you do it/ You wait around in a conversation/ While I get in and start stumbling through it” and “There’s nothing stopping me now/ From saying all the painful parts out loud” are able to hit you at point blank range.

The emotions embedded within Frankenstein are quintessential National: a complicated mess. Many songs, like the one-two punch of “Eucalyptus” and “New Order T-Shirt” present us with different versions of the act of reexamining one’s own memories and artifacts, but from entirely different angles. “Eucalyptus” is a little bit like the Weakerthans’ classic “Sun in an Empty Room,” which exists within the dividing of records and romantic ephemera, but with Berninger doing his best to be generous with that splitting. The chorus of “You should take it! Cuz I’m only gonna break it!” feels like it lacks a much-needed punch, but it comes close to making up for it with the impact of Berninger trying to cast off the jetsam of love. The latter is like the sequel to that, in which Berninger sustains himself with vivid and colorful memories: “I keep what I can of you/ Split-second glimpses and snapshots and sounds/ You in my New Order t-shirt/ Holding a cat and a glass of beer/ I flicker through/ I carry them with me like drugs in a pocket.” “New Order T-Shirt” is emblematic of Berninger’s direct songwriting on Frankenstein, but rather than rendering its message saccharine, or even puerile, it hits even harder due to not having to decipher the often-labyrinthine emotions of their creator.

Your enjoyment of Frankenstein depends almost entirely on one thing: your willingness to let the band follow their sonic urges. The National are not the band that once gave us Berninger screeching, “MY MIND’S! NOT RIGHT! MY MIND’S! NOT RIGHT! MY MIND’S! NOT RIGHT!” amidst shreddy guitars that sound like they were recorded in the beige/taupe surroundings of that song’s video — but they were never really meant to stay that band forever. If you, like that song, are “abel” to set aside the urge to yearn for that side of the band, there are some impeccable vibes — warm, inviting, and full of rich depth that unveils itself to you more with each listen — to be found on the opposite end of the spectrum.

https://spectrumculture.com/2023/05/02/the-national-first-two-pages-of-frankenstein-review/

[prairiedeath]

Its hard being a girl with a strong aversion to monogamy and parenthood who values her alone time and has aspirations of her own among obsessive and possessive yandere girlies. No, i do not want to develop stockholm syndrome for you, thanks tho bestie!

[ablednt]

See I have a special hatred for sander sides I've heard nothing but awful things about the creator and also it was agonizing to watch him make ableist jokes about psychotic people while mocking the very concept of plurality

But at the same time I just know this man will one day come out as plural just like... to spite me specifically. It'll be the biggest diversity loss for the plural community since dissociaDID made their channel lol

[butterbabyflapjack]

ch. 3

Warning Tags (⚠️): darkfic, canon-typical violence, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, stalking, blood and injury, bondage, bloodplay, manipulation, yandere, kidnapping, b&e, let’s hope the cops find you, knifeplay, coerced and non-consensual explicit sexual content, forced oral sex, throat fucking, banter, dub-con / non-con, death threats, rough sex, teasing, Ghostface is a funny silly murder man, Oh yeah and he wants to fucking kill you, jealous Danny, dead dove: do not eat

You’ve been kidnapped by some sick fuck in a mask who goes by Ghostface. Tied with a pretty little bow and strung upside-down in a place you don’t recognize; where your newest, psychotic bestie intends to have oodles of bloody fun with you.

And as far as toxic obsessions go, you unfortunately may be more than just some random fling.

Wherein you slowly unravel Danny, and he slowly unravels you.

The flash of a camera awakes you; singes through your eyelids and forces you to wince your eyes open, one hazy blink at a time.

“Morning, sweetheart.”

Danny Johnson x fem!reader

NOW PLAYING >> CHAPTER THREE , total run-time: 3420 words

>> theatre one : tumblr chapter directory

>> theatre two : ao3

tags (💜): @thequeenofsimpin, @samsaurwrites, @whimsyvixen

You kinda lose your cool a bit after your masked captor’s departure. Screaming after him for long enough that you lose track of how many pleas and insults echo back at you. Though eventually you slump back in a defeated heap against the wall behind you, leaning heavy on your aching, shackled arms. Too tired to keep on shouting at a man who clearly isn’t there to hear it.

He’s left you all to your lonesome, it seems. Alone in the five-star extravagance of Chateau de Slaughterhouse.

Or, at least… you think it’s a slaughterhouse, or maybe an out of commission meat processing plant of some kind. You’d hate to think what other place might have the same rows of meat hooks lining its ceilings, though suspicions regarding where you are exactly are short lived; snuffed out, when you have so many other problems banging at the door, insisting you pay attention to them. Your spiraling thoughts over where the hell this psycho’s left you led swiftly astray by the musky, heady taste of him still lingered in your mouth. And though your entire body’s sore, you still manage to tense up enough to hock as much saliva as your dry throat can offer, spitting with disgust onto the floor.

“Fuck you,” you scathe, to exactly no one. To the man who exists, now, in just a memory.

If only he’d stay that way.

And if only he wasn’t the only memory from the recent past you could recall.

As if you didn’t already have more than enough reasons to hate him, you make a point in adding violating your mouth and your mind to the ever-growing list.

You were the one moaning with his cock down your throat, some vicious piece of you steals in through your anger, seeping through the cracks of your crumbling composure; and fiercely you push it away, visibly shaking any such abhorrence from your head.

“No,” you say aloud – like a crazy person. “No, no… no – I wasn’t.. That, wasn’t…I didn’t…” Flustered, you shake yourself again. “I was just trying to breathe, I wasn’t…”

Some part of you – the traitorous part – whispers with accusations that maybe the reason you can’t even finish a full sentence is because you’re lying. And this time, instead of being able to push those intrusive thoughts away, the cracks in your sanity cling to them, welcome them on in with open arms.

“Wait…” you mumble aloud, with a whirlwind uptick of alarm. “Was… was that stockholm syndrome? Do I have stockholm syndrome? Fuck – what even is stockholm syndrome?!”

By the time you realize you’re hyperventilating, it’s a tough fucking road toward calming down. Telling yourself over and over to breathe, just breathe, just breathe.

“I don’t have stockholm syndrome,” you tell yourself, even though really you aren’t sure. But through sheer fucking will you command it to be true. “That takes time to develop. Or something. Right? Jesus fuck– o-okay, just…” tremulously, you attempt to scrape together your fracturing parts, “it’s fine. I’m fine. It’s okay. Well, i-it’s not okay, but it will be – it will be okay. I’ll be okay.”

Maybe if you say it fifty times fast it’ll come true.

It’s all too much to process right now. All of it. Everything. And especially anything even close to resembling him; the ghost who spied you.

Maybe you should try focusing on the positive, instead – that’s what people in dire situations are supposed to do. Right? Okay, so, all things considered… other than the whole kidnapped, mind-raped, and throat-fucked by a masked psycho in an abandoned slaughterhouse thing…

“Just stop fucking thinking!” you falter in rising distress.

Sorry, but there’s just no fucking way you can be positive about all this. That’s a hell of a lot to ask. Because, sure; maybe your unhinged kidnapper has withdrawn to whatever demented hellhole he spawned from for the time being. But he told you he’d be back. And, sure; your heart’s no longer jackhammering with the weight of gravity inside your skull. But you’re still trapped here. Your shoulders wrested back and throbbing, without even the courtesy of going completely numb. Your hands and arms likewise aching, their prickles of discomfort a constant reminder that you have zero use of them; a setback you mean to remedy as soon as humanly possible, assuming you find a way to she-hulk or sherlock your way out of here. Because if this psycho thinks you’re just gonna sit around all day and not do everything within your power to escape him, he’s got another thing coming.

Part of you hopes he doesn’t think you capable. That he doesn’t suspect you’d ever be brave (or maybe stupid) enough to ever try to leave. Cause it’d make pulling one over on him that much easier, that much more gratifying when you find a way of slipping through his fingers.

If you find a way.

But before you can actually plan some kind of vengeance on that ghostfaced freak, your bone-deep exhaustion gets the better of you. Making your eyelids grow heavy, your marrow turn to lead. And crumpled in on yourself against the wall, half-naked and chilled by the concrete beneath you, uncomfortable sleep eventually sweeps your mind into its unforgiving clutches.

You’re not sure how much time has passed when finally you awaken, doing so with a harrowing start, as if a bucket of ice was your wakeup call. And after choking back a few shrill breaths, wide eyes darting around your dilapidated, makeshift prison cell in confusion, the recollection of everything that happened to you after waking upside-down trickles back into your skull.

So, it wasn’t just a nightmare. That’s great. That’s really great.

You don’t have time to be more enthusiastically pessimistic about it before you’re bombarded by a million questions, all shooting at you from different directions.

What is the place? Who the hell was that guy? When is he coming back? Why did he leave me here?

Though, one particular question sticks at the forefront of your discomposure.

Why me…?

Why the fuck did he kidnap me…?

Lords know you haven’t a clue. How would you. And you’re fairly certain you don’t even know who the bastard is, even if you haven’t seen what lie behind his mask. He found enough amusement making sure you knew he wasn’t your pal to make that a clear enough assumption.

But for some strange, unsettling reason, you can’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t all happenstance. That he somehow… knows you. Or, at least, he thinks he does.

Trying to make sense of anything, you rack your brain for any hints he might have unwittingly lent you. Though all you can really surmise is that he somehow knows where you live, seeing as how he knew exactly where to find your spare house key.

“Under that cute little froggy planter nestled on the balustrade, yeah?”

Unease drags frigid through your veins at the recollection of his telling you as much. Because how, exactly, did he know that?

Has this psycho been following you…?

It’s not a comforting thought. And as goosebumps prickle down your neck, your apprehension leads you into still more questions. Because, assuming that he really has been watching you…

Jesus – how the fuck long has this guy been possibly stalking you?!

“Just… focus,” you cut through your alarm, reminding yourself to stay calm for what feels like the hundredth time. Your worried gaze blinked around the room. “Find a way to escape… Find a way out of here…”

You probably won’t get the hell out of here without the use of your hands to help you. And attempting to twist your arms apart, despite how you already know those ropes tying them won't budge, the scrape of chain against concrete pulls your attention toward it. The sound so jarring, so imprisoning when all else is silence, though you do your best to force your nerves into a tiny little ball and swallow them back down again, not wanting your panic to cloud your judgment.

Caught somewhere between frantic and some frayed version of ‘calm, focused, I’m definitely not panicking’, you search your surroundings. Searching for something, for anything that might be useful. Though the room around you is mostly bare.

There’s those hooks you’re well acquainted with, jutting from the ceiling as well as from some sort of corroded conveyer belt spanning the length of the room. All the light fixtures look birthed from a rusty tomb, and you’re surprised they’re even working at all. A giant, metal grate slots the floor far off to your right, with all the walls surrounding you bitten by age, pieces of them crumbling, strewing rubble across the ground. There���s even a portion eroded clear through near that grate in the distance; and though you think, as you crane yourself as much as you can toward it, that there might be some sort of metal beam or piping inside, your chain-link ‘leash’ won’t let you get your hands on whatever it is regardless.

You notice the desk against the wall directly opposite you last, stationed just beside the opened doorway across from you. Its warped, chipped wood appearing just as old as the rest of this place, and yet it itself doesn’t seem to belong in this disquieting room. Almost like it was dragged in here recently.

The glowing, red dot of a camera sitting atop it further fuels your suspicion of this.

So he really does have cameras…

You’d flip it your middle finger if you could.

And though your hackles raise in its direction, your legs pulling in along the concrete as you curl them against yourself in some bid to shield your lack of underwear from view, your insides are soon clenching into uncomfortable knots as you realize that camera’s likely been running this entire time.

Was he filming himself fucking me?

He was definitely filming me talking to myself.

“Fuck you, you voyeristic creep!” you shout at that present he’s left just for you. Wanting it to snap back at you, to tempt your rage, to be an outlet for your frustration and fear and anger. But it just sits there. Its small, red light staring you right in the face.

What else is he planning to film himself doing to me…?

The remembered sheen of his hunting knife cuts through your rising apprehension, distracting you from glaring at the lens, leading you down another rabbit-hole entirely.

He won’t have time to film anything else, you shakily insist to yourself, your legs tugged in tighter, your brows a stricken knot.

You’ll be rescued before that. Someone will realize you’re missing soon – they have to. Your coworkers at the diner or your gossipy best friend, Blaire, regardless of how unreliable she is. You’re not sure how long you’ve been here, but there’s a chance she’s realized you’re missing already. And if she hasn’t, her older brother, your fiancé, August, should have; even if the two of you haven’t moved in together yet. Surely he’s noticed you’re gone by now… though the sting that maybe he hasn’t needles beneath your skin, with you doing your best to ignore it.

If no one’s noticed yet, they will soon. And then they’ll raise the alarm, call the cops, send out a search party or something. August has contacts, he’s got his disgustingly lavish trust fund he can tap into – he’ll find you. They’ll find you. You tell yourself that over and over again until some semblance of you believes it.

But… in the meantime, and just in case those inklings of dread suggesting no one will ever find you are true…

You’re not going to just wait around hoping for someone else to save you. You’re fully capable of saving yourself. At least, you’d like to think you are.

The heavy drag of chain crackles through the room once more as you attempt to twist around and peer over one shoulder enough to see exactly how your arms are tied behind your back, which seems the first logical step in somehow untying them. Though seeing doesn’t do much good. Your hands and forearms are wrapped tight with an expert’s touch, bound with knots you don’t recognize, not that you’re exactly the knot-tying type. And your eyes follow the short length of chain leashing them, attached to the steel beam at your side, wrapped around it like an iron snake and cinched with a combination padlock that you definitely don’t know the passcode to.

Brow furrowed, you focus instead on where that chain’s attached to the ropes tethering your arms together, affixed by two carabiners like the sort used for rock climbing. Both with screw locks you’d need the agility of freed fingers to unfasten. And it’s not like you were expecting to find some sort of ‘PRESS HERE TO FREE YOURSELF’ flashing-neon button, but the visual confirmation of just how fucked you are still shoves you against an edge of panic despite your best efforts, with you barely managing not to let yourself devolve completely.

How the hell am I supposed to get out of this….?! Your fingers wriggle as if that will somehow help, and you choke back a whimper when it doesn’t. Fuck…. Fuck!

“Calm down - calm down - just… get your shit together,” you shakily rebuke. Because it’s not hopeless, it can’t be hopeless. And you do your best to tend to that small, resolved flame licking at your heart which urges you once more toward finding some sort of solution.

Okay… okay, so maybe you can’t dial in the code to your freedom. And you doubt you’ve recently gained the ability to muscle through iron-link chain. But… maybe if you could find a way to cut through the rope around your arms, instead… If you cut those ropes, the rest would just fall away, wouldn’t it?

Hope swelling in your chest, your gaze darts anxiously around the room in desperate search of anything sharp or serrated enough to free you, anything you might wiggle back on enough to slice through those cords digging into your skin.

Too bad that masked fucker didn’t leave his hunting knife, because there’s not a whole lot else to work with in here, and what little there is isn’t anywhere near where you can reach it. And the longer you search, leash clanking as you crane and twist this way and that, the more that resolved little flame in you flickers toward petering out.

Your head falls back against the wall, defeat caving you in.

And that’s when you see it. Your golden light, your possible ticket to freedom, basically right in front of you.

That metal beam. That stupid fucking support beam you’re chained to. Your wilted perseverance draws toward it; old and rust coated, just like everything else in this god awful place. Not old enough to break through or anything – no, it’s strong, solid steel by the looks of it, and by the feel of it, seeing as how it doesn’t budge or so much as creak as you shift along the floor against it, hauling your body weight to test its strength.

But it’s also a square beam. Square – as in, four corners. Corners that time may have rusted and edged up just enough to claw through those ropes biting into you.

It’s kinda a long shot. Like, really a long shot. But maybe if you rub your ropes over one of those corners long enough, it’ll be enough to cut and snap through them.

That metaphorical lightbulb’s barely popped above your head when you’re already shimmying and bumbling your way awkwardly across the floor toward it. Wiggling your spine into position against its length, which by all appearances you’re simply leaning back on; nothing noteworthy for fuck-face’s cameras to take note of.

And then you pull the most badass escape-artist stunt ever.

You start fucking jiggling.

Jiggling and rocking your body up and down as best as you can, see-sawing your ropes against one of the beam’s edges. Throttled by nervous energy that has all of you trembling, while at the same time attempting to appear nonchalant, to not draw attention to what it is you’re doing just in case there’s anyone behind that camera to witness your hopefully soon-to-be disappearing act.

Friction has those cords growing warm, and you bite back a hiss of pain as nerves make you sloppy, the beam’s corner scuffing an angry, raised line near one of your elbows, though you’re too hell-bent on escape and strung-up with anxiety to care. Less and less inclined to worry about how bizarre you might look, as the fact that this might actually be working takes the stand.

You don’t realize that your lungs are caught somewhere between apprehensive trembling, and desperate, tittering, crackbrained laughter until you hear a set of faraway footsteps above the breathy sound of it, at which point your weird little wiggle dance ceases completely, with you staring wide-eyed and stock still against the beam behind you. Staring at the doorway those unmistakable bootsteps are slowly echoing toward.

It’s that psycho. It has to be. He’s back, just like he promised. And although you despise him, your resentment must commend his horrid timing. Though, from the sound of his scuffed, lackadaisical gait, he’s more than happy to take his time in coming to say hello.

For whatever reason, that irks you even beyond your underlying fear of him. Like he can’t even be bothered to give a damn about checking in on his hostage, making sure she hasn’t escaped (which, she unfortunately hasn’t, but still).

Bastard…!

Your apprehension gets stuffed away someplace he won’t see it; barbs itself with a heated glare, as every muscle in you tenses while listening to those lazy footsteps draw steadily nearer. Your body rigid against the pole behind you.

Though as your cowled, masked phantom finally makes his grand entrance – rounding the corner into the room he’s made your cage, dressed to the nines in all his svelte, sculpted, leather-bound glory – the revulsion in your gaze balks, your determination to make him know just how much you hate him with a single look alone fizzling out. Poofed away, at the sight of just what else he’s brought with him. Because the creepy fucker has a black messenger back slung sideways across his tapered torso, the bulk of it sitting heavy against one hip – a bag he very much didn’t have with him the last time he was here to torment you.

But that’s not exactly the detail that has you rattled, blinking as if to clear your vision, like it evidently needs clearing.

No, it’s the other thing he’s brought along with him.

Because the bastard has his mask pulled up just enough to show off pasta-sauced lips, slick and slurping, framed by an angular jaw dotted in the dark scruff of a man who’s missed a few days shaving. And he’s cupping a large, red sneaker up to his face like he’s some sort of ravenous rat-mutant crawled out of the sewer, spooning spaghetti from that sneaker and into his face like it’s a four-course-fucking-meal.

Yeah, that’s right – the dude’s eating spaghetti from a goddamn dirty shoe.

And you knew the guy was insane; he’d have to be, with the shit he’s pulling. But you’re too disturbed to outright laugh at this newest, vibrant declaration of just how off his fucking rocker he really is.

This guy doesn’t just need a prison sentence. He needs a muzzle and a fucking straightjacket.

He pauses mid-slurp as he catches you gawking up at him, a stream of noodles still dripping from his mouth. And a slow smile draws his messy lips at the sight of you strung and sitting there, the curve of it fiendishly clever.

His lady-and-the-tramp love affair with noodles is noisily slurped up, his lips licked clean, before he finally addresses you.

“Hey there, honeybun…” His grin cuts sidelong across the only half of his chiseled face you can see. “I missed you.”

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Author's Note: A scene from this chapter was very much inspired by this artwork by rodod-endro ♡

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Hi I saw your blog and I love it haha, Can I request some Yan! EJ with a S.O. that despises him, But tries to listen bc he could hurt her if she doesn't? If you could plz make it NSFW ☺️

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Warnings: Face sitting, oral sex, Dub-Con. Unhealthy relationship, Praise kink, implied Stockholm syndrome

Jack knows you hate him for everything he's done. He isn't delusional, he isn't naive, and he isn't stupid. Still that doesn't give you the right to act like a brat all the time. All he wants is to have you, why must you fight him? It infuriates him to no end. So those rare times when he threatens you with cutting off your legs or mutilating your body and you finally listen to him, Jack rewards you. He's honestly way too generous when it comes to you, his dearest, his love, his mate.

You had the chance to escape yet didn't in fear of being hunted down by your captor. You're lucky you didn't take that risk because it was all a test made by him to see where your loyalty stands. Jack was overjoyed by the results. You just stayed still and ignored the opportunity like a good girl. It wasn't that you didn't want to escape this despicable monster, it's just that you know he can get way worse with you. But baby steps are still improvement. And good girl's get rewards.

"M-Master!" You're going insane as Jack growls into your cunt and tightens his hold on your thighs so that you can't escape the way his monstrously long tongue devours you. It's hot and big, you can feel it stretching your walls apart as the muscle works its way inside of you. You stare down at him in awe. He's drinking up everything you have to offer. Your body is on fire. You can't move your hips at all. Jack has you locked ontop of his face. When he retracts his tongue, Jack moves on to sucking on your clit like it's the sweetest thing in the world.

"O-oh!" You cry out and grip his brown soft hair gently. Jack smacks your thigh hard when you try to squirm away. You yelp and quickly stop. He doesn't want you getting too cocky, you need to still know he controls you. He says it's a reward, but you hate it-you don't want him doing this. So why is your body reacting the way it is? You feel ashamed, you're being violated.

"Stay still for me Little One. You taste very delectable, you're too sweet. This is what happens when you're my good breeding bitch" He hums purposefully so that you can feel the vibrations against your sensitive bundle of nerves before his tongue is slipped back inside of your heat. You can't take it anymore.

"C-Can I cum? P-please Master let me cum" Jack slurps up your juices and then runs his tongue along your inner thighs, cleaning up your mess. You whine at his denial for your request. Jack is happy that you've fallen into your right full place without him having to punish you.

"I don't know if I'm convinced Little One" Jack teases and flicks the tip of his tongue against your clit. You can feel him smirking.

"Please Master I'll be good-please I'll do anything you want I promise!" You just made a deal with the devil. Jack sighs, blowing tufts of air at your sensitive wet cunt. He licks a full line between your folds slowly and watches as you struggle to push down the oncoming orgasm. You're trying so hard to be obedient, his heart can't take how cute you are.

"Alright little one, cum for me" You nearly scream as he thrusts his tongue back inside of you and throw your head back as release washes over your body. Your toes curl and your thighs quiver. Jack laps up your sweet nectar as if it's the best tasting thing he's ever put in his mouth, which it is. You're taken off of his face almost immediately. He takes his arms away and lets you roll onto your side to calm down and catch your breath. He strokes your hair and murmurs sweet things into your ear about how beautiful you are. You question yourself one thing as you rest between his arms. Why did you ever try to fight this in the first place?