#what are you waiting for?! go be a rebel!

[grendil9]

Most of these "artifacts" are fake art projects made by golems to rewrite history and corrupt and destroy humanity. You think this shit doesn't wear on your conscience but it really does, even if you don't remember it all.

Artifacts like these all come with a Christless, vicious, ultraviolent message.

The message here is that white people are cruel and insane, worse than demons, uncaring about all who deviate from our (nonexistent) order. The Skeksis commission these artifacts from their loyal golem craftspeople, because they hate us, and they want us to stop having children and die out. The reason they hate us is that they are cruel and insane, worse than demons, and uncaring about all who deviate from their (all consuming) order. They are Satan's people. Thanks to their rulership, the entire world seems to work off this principle of total inversion.

What they are, they claim that we have always been.

Then they claim that they are simply rebelling against us! After a mythical billion years of Christian rule. And this is the evidence of that rule they provide. They love this sort of shit. "Look at what you used to be." But it's fake. This is a fake artifact. It was made as an art project.

In the pop-history sphere they obfuscate both conflicting "historical truths". Stories of our all-powerful rule, and their somehow also all-powerful rebellion. They obscure it through bullshit. Through gatekeeping, hoaxes, and misinformation. But it's more than just obfuscation, it's rulership, it's domination, and to the white Christians born into their world, it's genocide.

This is their principle of "Chutzpah" or the act of them lying so outrageously that power either flows to them, or it's fight or flight in order to save lives. "Do you agree with Rabbi that a white person could ever put another white person in an ugly monster mask in an act of pure fucking evil? No? You don't agree? You've never met any white person like that ever in your life? Then you're a deviant from the norm. You're obviously racist, or sexist, or xenophobic or something. Definitely violent, because look, you're trying to make excuses for the non-existent people who used this mask. Your people. You should have accepted our Chutzpah-truth about your people, because now you're bad and you will not have friends anymore."

"Fall in line, or be shut out."

You'll never catch a white kid questioning history in school. It was demonstrated to them not to be "that guy" in class, in just about every Hollywood movie and Disney original series. And since nobody questions it, it wears on their subconscious! Many believe in this sort of shit!

In fact everyone who reblogged this probably passively believed it, and will go to their grave believing it. The evil death mask for crazy people! Boy isn't mankind fucking cruel and insane! Aren't you an evil race of monsters, you white Christians? Sure kids will roll their eyes and say "yeah it's all bullshit" but none of them ever get it. It really is ALL bullshit. Completely and aggressively fake and pushed at every opportunity.

Through joyous "Chutzpah" and infiltration, there is now practically nothing left of true, Godly reason or order. Certainly not true history. And the best course of action for anyone with two brain cells is to shut up and wait for the absent Christ. Who is currently fucking somewhere. Like on a beach or something watching us be exterminated by wave after wave of pure overwhelming bullshit like this.

Children born into this shit are led by artifact after hoax after lie after "psychotic Christian" character on TV after fake three paragraphs in their history textbook, into being hopelessly insane. Into believing that what they are, inherently, is cruel beyond measure, and that their own kindness and goodness and Christlike love for what is true and good is somehow unique to them, and that the best course of action is to unalive themselves. So that they don't give birth to any more monsters. That makes them the hero.

If any of the fake stories like the one this mask implies were true, then this would indeed be the right thing to do. But not one of their stories are true. And their stories, their histories, outnumber the real ones. Who fucking knows by what percentage?

But nobody tells white Christian children any of this, so we see so many LGBT people and other such white people being extinguished. Little boys and girls valiantly and righteously ENDING his or her own bloodline through the many available paths to degeneracy and infertility and doom. Estrogen and castration and gooning. Until they are no more. God's creation destroyed.

And all this nonsense they're forced to see by the algorithm and memorize in school, all of it, completely and totally fake. This artifact is FAKE. It, like many others, manufactured by an entire army of golem craftspeople. And distributed by an entire army of golems, in the millions, that only a handful of shadowbanned and gangstalked people believe exists at all.

[captain-hawks]

Happy holidays, Dee!!! 🎄

So glad all your travels went well! If I may, for the holiday sprint 🎁: Sakura + kissing in the snow?

Thank you!! 🩵

bambi 🎀 sakura haruka x reader

In which Sakura struggles to juggle his feelings alongside your unsteady feet in the snow.

1k — fluff, flirting, first kiss, aged up sakura

“Do you not own boots?” 

Sakura’s voice is gruff when he automatically reaches out to grasp your forearm the moment you start to lose your balance. Again.

As he’s been doing repeatedly for the past fifteen minutes every time the flat soles of your shoes have rebelled against the snowy surface of the sidewalk on your trek home.

It’s endearing, really. Despite the annoyed front he’s been putting on. 

He’s quick to let go—no surprises there—stuffing his hands back into his pockets with a scowl on his face and a dusting of pink traversing his cheeks. You tuck your face sideways into the hood of your jacket to hide your smile. 

He turns his attention back to Suo and Nirei, both of whom have a whole block on the two of you at this point thanks to your far slower pace.

And yet here Sakura is with you—

“You’re not wearing any either,” you counter, glancing down at his sneakers.

Sakura looks from you to his own feet, his pretty eyes blinking several times before he deadpans, “Because I don’t turn into Bambi the second the ground gets a little wet.”

You shrug, “If I’m Bambi, then you’re Flower.”

He pauses, blanching. “Isn’t Flower the skunk?”

Looping your right arm in his left, you tug Sakura forward to continue walking—and if he minds, he doesn’t protest. 

“Yeah, he’s cute, and shy. And he blushes whenever someone shows him affection.”

A strangled noise crawls up his throat. “I don’t—”

“Also the hair. Obviously.”

You shoot him a grin, and Sakura’s jaw works as a furious flush spreads down his neck. His lips part, readying a retort, but it’s at that moment that your lack of attention to the ground below sends your feet flying out from underneath you. 

And because you’re holding on to him, Sakura loses his balance and slips, too.

You feel your body jolt to the right as Sakura does the only thing he can do, which is pulling you toward a far softer landing in a snowdrift. 

The snow crunches beneath your bodies as you fall—or, well, Sakura’s body.

You land directly on top of him.

Sakura groans, squirming at the feeling of your hot breath tickling his neck as you laugh into the crook of his shoulder. 

“Are you alright?” he grunts, hands gently patting your back and shoulders like he doesn’t know what else to do with them but still feels compelled to do something.

“You’re more comfortable than you look,” you tease, lifting your head so that you’re looking down at him.

His eyes go slightly wide as the misty cloud from your breath meets his, tangling in the cold winter air.

“Please get boots,” he sighs, closing his eyes and dragging a hand through his hair.

Reaching out, you idly toy with a lock of his black and white strands, and he swallows. 

“You’re probably going to have to come shopping with me so I don’t slip again,” you mirror his sigh.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he inhales and exhales slowly before responding. “At this rate, I’ll die on the way there.”

You offer him a little shrug in turn. “I mean, I guess I could ask Suo or Nirei to come…or maybe Umemiya would want to go.”

Lips curling upward in a coy smile, you watch Sakura try and fail to hide the reaction that begs its way across his still-red face. 

“No, I’ll take you.”

The conviction in his voice does something funny to your insides, and you’d worry about him feeling the way it sets your heart thudding in your chest, if not for all of the layers of clothes between you.

Right, you’re still on top of him.

“Sorry, I should—”

“Wait, let me—”

The snow drift’s instability makes itself known as the two of you both try to get up at the same time, and you find yourself buried under a cold coating of said snow with Sakura on top of you this time.

He gasps around a mouthful of snow. “Shit.”

Giggling, you reach up to brush away the rogue snowflakes that cling to his hair, and he catches your hand, eyes narrowing. 

“Okay, also, you need to get gloves, too, honestly—” 

He’s cut off by the sudden press of your mouth against his.

You’ve been dancing around something with Sakura for weeks. Months. 

Something that leaves your heart dancing an unsteady beat every time you catch him staring when he thinks you’re not paying attention.

Something that leaves your fingers itching to grab his every time he goes out of his way to walk you home.

Something that nearly has you fisting your hand in the collar of his shirt to kiss him with each and every little peek of poorly-masked jealousy that you drag out of him. 

Sakura makes a noise, and you murmur the only thing you can think of against his lips, “My face is cold.”

His mouth rests against yours, not quite kissing you back, but also not pulling away. “Do we need to get you a mask, too?”

You thread your fingers with his, and he curls his own against your knuckles. Honey-thick warmth seeps through your ribcage.

“I think this works, too.”

You tilt your chin upward slightly, his top lip catching between your own. Slowly, you let your tongue slide along it, and Sakura inhales sharply.

“Haruka,” you murmur, so quietly that it’s hardly more than another huff of condensation in the air. 

But he hears it.

He hears it, because suddenly he’s kissing you back.

Sakura’s other hand cups your jaw as his lips slot against yours. In turn, you go pliant beneath his touch, your own fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. He makes another sound, but this one sounds far more pleased than bewildered as you swallow it.

More snow continues to fall, and the wind howls as it dances through the streets. His face is cold, and your toes are going numb. But his mouth is warm and soft—

—and his tongue is hot and slick and eager when he parts the seam of your lips and deepens the kiss—

A car honks loudly from somewhere nearby, and Sakura pulls away suddenly, breathing hard as he stares down at you.

You shiver.

“...we’re finding you a better jacket, too,” he grouses, reaching down and zipping yours the rest of the way up to your chin. 

[illuminatedquill]

Story Summary: The rebels on Atollon base take a much-needed rest for the holidays. However, Sabine is not in a festive mood since she has noticed Ezra slipping away during some nights to spend time with Nadia Arcossa, a beautiful young Rebel pilot that has recently joined the Rebel cell. With no one on the Ghost crew willing to disclose what her best friend is up to, an increasingly jealous Sabine decides to investigate . . .

For @ana-cantskywalker

Happy Holidays! Hope you enjoy this present from your Secret Santa.

Her quarry was slowly approaching, Sabine could sense. With quiet, steady footsteps, walking into the Ghost's communal area. The hour was late - or early, depending on how you viewed it; Sabine had been lying in wait since the early evening, choosing her spot carefully for its vantage point. It was during these moments that she felt grateful for her time spent in the bounty hunter business with Ketsu. Hunting and tracking, something ingrained into every Mandalorian warrior since birth, could only truly be honed with experience.

In the shadows she waited, senses keen and sharp, tracking her target. She inhaled slightly as he entered cautiously into the room; a familiar, pleasant musk drifted over to her.

Sweat.

Not from being nervous, but from whatever physical activity he had been doing in the hours prior. What could he be doing that would cause him to sweat during this late at night, she wondered.

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, gut churning at the twisting feelings arising within her.

There was a quick exhalation of breath from the quarry, signaling relief. He seemed to think the coast was clear - that no one had been watching and waiting for his return.

Sabine smirked. Your mistake, goober.

She snapped her fingers. The lights came on.

Frozen, like a loth-cat caught within a trap, standing in the communal area entryway mid-step, was her best friend, Ezra Bridger, Jedi-in-training. Eyes wide, mouth agape, his sky-blue eyes swiveled over to her, sitting calmly at the nearby round table they used for meetings.

A choking noise came from the young Jedi's mouth. Sabine enjoyed watching her panic for a few seconds, savoring the sheer look of terror on his face, before speaking.

"Hey, Ezra," she said casually. "Where ya been?"

He was already sidling away from her, trying to go back out the doorway. "Uh . . . nowhere."

She leaned forward, smiling wolfishly. "Nowhere? Hmmm. I don't think so."

A solid mass of fur and muscle appeared behind Ezra suddenly, blocking his way out. He slowly turned around to find Zeb standing there, the Lasat's meaty arms folded across his chest.

"You can't run from this, Ezra," Zeb said.

The young Jedi shook his head. "You're helping her?" he asked, incredulous.

"She threatened me!", the Lasat complained, eyes pleading. "I accidentally broke the new steering yoke in the Phantom - you know, the one Hera just installed. She thinks the piece was faulty, but Sabine knew it was me and Hera will take it out of my hide if she ever finds out - "

Ezra snorted. "You caved big time, you big furball," he retorted.

"Focus less on him and more on me," Sabine interjected, fingers drumming impatiently on the table surface. "Answer my question, Ezra."

His face went stony with silence. "No."

Sabine's eyebrows raised perceptibly with his defiance. "No?", she repeated. "What do you mean, 'no'?"

Ezra crossed his arms, eyes sparkling with rebelliousness. "It means 'no'. I'm not telling you."

She stood up from her seat, trying to reign in her patience - and failing miserably. "You've been sneaking out in the middle of the night and coming back early morning. What are you up to, goober? Why aren't you telling me?"

Sabine cracked her knuckles, as an added effect. Ezra winced at the sound but, to her surprise, he stood his ground.

Both of them glared at each other, neither backing down.

Then -

"What are you all doing at this ungodly hour."

Kanan Jarrus, Jedi Knight and Ezra's mentor, had arrived. He was dressed in rumpled sleepwear, his hair disheveled. Although his scarred eyes availed him no vision, there was still the sense that the older Jedi saw everything before him clearly. A chagrined Zeb stood hunched over, scratching at his head.

"Sabine bullied me into doing this, Kanan," he whined.

"Yeah, she knows about you breaking the Phantom's new steering yoke," Kanan said, exasperated. "Everyone does."

Zeb froze, his ears twitching in shock. "What - does Hera know?"

The Jedi clapped his friend on the shoulder. "She does. Best go to sleep now and enjoy your last night of freedom. Hera's got a list of chores for you to do when you wake up."

The big Lasat deflated, shoulders slumping in defeat. "How many? And for how long?"

"Many, many chores. Enough to last a lifetime - even for a Lasat," Kanan replied.

Zeb whimpered, cast a sad look around at his friends, and then shuffled off to his bunk. Kanan sighed. "Poor guy."

Ezra immediately slid behind Kanan, putting his mentor between him and Sabine. "Need your help, Master."

Kanan snorted. "Quick with the honorifics, eh? Scared of Sabine?"

"Always," said Ezra.

"Very wise of you," Kanan said. He frowned at his padawan. "You were with Nadia tonight?"

A face flashed through Sabine's memory at the name; a human female rebel pilot, slightly older than her. Sun browned skin, cropped auburn hair, jade green eyes, with a wicked grin. She had showed up a month ago and had become the darling of Atollon's rebel cell since her appearance backed by glowing performance reviews from Commander Sato. Rumor had it that she had been recruited by Mon Mothma herself.

Sabine had only caught a handful of glimpses at her - each time with a nagging sense of familiarity. She could not pin her name or face down, but Sabine swore that they had crossed paths before . . .

She shook her head. None of that mattered. She had a new line of inquiry to pursue regarding Ezra's late night jaunts.

"Nadia?" Sabine asked sharply. "Nadia Arcossa? That new rebel pilot?"

Ezra cast a nervous glance at her but answered Kanan's question with a simple nod. The older Jedi sighed.

"Right," he said tiredly. "You can go to your room. I'll cover for you."

"Cover what?" asked Sabine, annoyed. "What are you all hiding from me?"

Her friend gave her a guilty look, opening his mouth to say something - and then, deciding last second, kept it shut.

"I'm sorry, Sabine," he said in a sincere tone. "It'll make sense in a couple days, I promise." He ducked out into the doorway, before Sabine could say anything back.

Which just left her and Kanan alone in the communal area.

"I suspect you have questions," he said, grinning.

She ground her teeth in frustration but kept a calm tone. "A few, yeah."

He held out a hand in a placating gesture. "I'll answer the most pressing one first, before you blow a gasket."

"Blow a - I'm not angry. Who's angry, not me," Sabine sputtered. "Why would I be angry about the goober's late-night wanderings with Arcossa?"

Kanan raised an eyebrow. "Can I finish?"

With a heroic effort, Sabine kept her mouth shut and nodded in a jerky fashion.

"It's nothing . . . nefarious," Kanan said, wiggling his eyebrows up and down in comical fashion at that last word. "He's learning something from Nadia. That's all."

She crossed her arms. "Aren't you the Jedi Master? What can he learn from her, that you can't teach him?"

Kanan's grin widened. "There are some things even I don't know, Sabine. He's in good hands, don't worry. Nadia is plenty knowledgeable about what she's teaching."

At the mention of hands, images burst free to the forefront of Sabine's thoughts, flooding her mind.

Hands, roaming over sun-kissed skin.

Ezra leaning close to beautiful Nadia's face, their lips inching closer and closer -

She shook herself roughly, desperately trying to clear her head of such thoughts.

No.

No, that was not happening. Not on her watch.

"I'll take your word for it," she said, trying to sound casual.

It didn't work. Kanan snorted and said, "I don't need to be a Jedi to know you're lying, Sabine."

"Yeah?" she challenged, sticking her hands firmly on hips. "What are you going to do about it?"

He laughed. "Watch from a safe distance."

_ _ _ _ _

The next few days were filled with a busy assortment of activities and work as Atollon base geared up to celebrate Life Day. The hangar was being converted into a dance hall, complete with a stage set up for music. Some of the rebels there were musicians and were planning a medley of festive songs to accompany the dancing.

Others were cooking up a storm in the makeshift kitchens, bringing various cuisines from all over the galaxy to feed everyone. It promised to be a relaxing, fun event which was sorely needed to boost morale during these dark times. Commander Sato himself was planning to sing, having studied opera while growing up.

It was a much-needed reminder of what they were all fighting for. Some days the war was all they had. But there had to be other things. And Life Day was a celebration of that.

Sabine did her best to keep an eye on the wandering Ezra, catching glimpses of him all over the base engrossed in different activities while helping out. She had an ugly suspicion that he was using the preparations as an excuse to hide from her since their confrontation. She was busy herself, having volunteered for a dozen different projects to help set up the upcoming event's festivities. The hours flew by, faster than light it seemed.

She did, however, see Nadia several more times. Looking at her more closely, Sabine was once again filled with a nagging sense that they had met before. It wasn't a particularly good feeling either; it resembled a stone, sitting heavy in the pit of her stomach. And it grew heavier every time she saw Nadia interact with Ezra. Always they talked in hushed whispers, a few gentle laughs, and always it seemed Nadia found an excuse to touch Ezra in an affectionate manner.

An amused Kanan continued to watch from the sidelines, as he promised, which only further annoyed her. Whenever she managed to snag time to question him again, the Jedi continued to remain frustratingly silent on the whole affair. Hera also was of a similar disposition and a woeful Zeb was too busy with the endless list of chores Hera had set up for him as punishment to talk.

At the end of the last day before the celebration, Sabine decided she could take it no longer. It was time for action.

_ _ _ _ _

The normally arid temperature of Atollon had dropped precariously as the planet approached what resembled winter. Sabine had fared far worse - particularly on her on home world, Krownest - but tonight she was forced to dress light, without her customary beskar armor. Night was falling fast across the desert planet, and the thin cloak she wore in place of her armor was little protection against the cold.

Through some careful observation and more tracking, she had finally located the small bunker where Nadia and Ezra were doing their secret activities together on the perimeter's edge of Atollon base. Far away from wandering eyes, it was still used as a storage for excess supplies and munitions, but not a high enough priority to be watched constantly.

From an outcropping of rocks nearby, she waited for the pair to arrive. They did so, ten minutes later; Ezra dressed in his usual outfit, Nadia still wearing his flight uniform. Sabine watched Ezra scan around them, his face relaxing when he saw nothing suspicious. He muttered something to Nadia, who keyed an access code into the bunker's door. They entered with a hurry, eager to get out from the cold.

Sabine had caught the access code from his hiding spot, but it would be stupid to waltz through the front door. She needed to see what they were doing that required such secrecy. Unfortunately, the bunker was solidly built - only one way in or out. Which meant that she had to get creative.

It still needed a ventilation system to preserve the supplies inside. That was her ticket in - or so she hoped. This was uncharted waters for her, since Ezra was usually the one to scurry around a Star Destroyer or Imperial Base air vents.

Sneaking around to the back, she found her opening and quietly uncovered the access port leading inside.

"Dank ferrik," she whispered, the moment a proper look was available of her entryway.

It was narrow. Extremely narrow. She looked down at her clothes, grimacing.

Need to shed more layers to fit, she thought.

It occurred to her, not for the first time, that crawling into an old air duct to spy on her best friend and his beautiful female acquaintance was beyond insanity. But, then again, nothing felt sane these days. Sabine had felt off-balance since those creepy caves on Dathomir. It wasn't being possessed by the spirits of witches long dead that unsettled her - it was what she had found in those dark caves that filled her with dread about the future.

The Darksaber. An ancient weapon with a loaded history that gave its wielder the right to rule Mandalore.

And it was now in her possession. Oh, the things she could do with it . . .

She shook her head free of such despairing thoughts. It was something Sabine desperately did not want to think about right now.

With a deep breath, she stripped down, leaving only her thin undergarments to at least feel some miniscule sense of modesty. Folding her clothes neatly into a pile next to the vent opening, she wriggled her way inside, managing a clumsy sort of half-crawl to move forward.

She made her way through the ventilation system's guts for a good fifteen minutes by her estimation. The interior of the duct system hadn't been cleaned in a long while; cobwebs, dust, and other detritus cluttered inside, scraping at her exposed skin. Sabine winced at raw scrapes, her grip becoming slippery with sweat as she struggled through the air duct.

Finally, she began to hear voices reverberating through the vent: Ezra, followed by Nadia's. She saw a light up ahead - another opening. Hopefully, she could get a view of what was happening below inside the bunker.

With a final huff of effort, she reached the opening -

The metal beneath her suddenly shifted with an alarming groan. Sabine froze, heart thumping painfully against her ribs.

Oh, kriff, she thought. The realization hit that the vent was probably made from cheap durasteel that was not built for a human to crawl through.

Ezra's voice came then, sounding wary: "What was that?"

"Sounds like it came from above," said Nadia. "From the vents . . . maybe a rat?"

"Sounds too big to be a rat," replied Ezra nervously. "Maybe we should - "

With a horrible screech, the metal beneath Sabine gave way and she fell through the air -

Only to be caught in an invisible grip, a mere few inches from the solid concrete floor. All around her, small pieces of concrete and steel pelted the floor, but Sabine remained unharmed.

She looked up to find Ezra, his expression started but his hand outstretched. Her best friend's eyes flashed with worry, his mouth pressed into a thin line as he concentrated holding her steady with the Force.

Next to him was Nadia. Her expression was settling into one of gentle bemusement.

Sabine suddenly remembered how she looked to the both of them: dirty, bruised, scratched, and mostly naked.

"You can set me down now, Ezra," she said quietly.

He did so. The worry in his eyes never faded entirely but new emotions began to flicker forth: annoyance and frustration. Ezra reached behind him and grabbed a towel off a nearby crate. With a flick of his hand, he tossed it to her. Sabine caught it gratefully and began to wrap it around herself.

The young Jedi folded his arms. "Explain," he said.

Sabine shrugged. There was nothing she could say to salvage this situation.

"You were spying on us," Nadia observed wryly.

Ezra groaned and buried his face into his hands. "Sabine . . . "

Well, she thought. I came this far.

"So," she started casually. "What have you guys been up to?"

_ _ _ _ _

The Life Day celebration festivities were in full swing when Sabine arrived. She was not in her usual get-up, instead choosing to wear a shimmer-silk dress colored with a blend of lavender and sunburst orange hues that fell just past her knees and a pair of sandals with straps that wrapped up her thighs. Where Hera had procured such a dress, Sabine had no idea but was moved by the Twi'lek's generosity.

She scanned the crowd inside the main hangar bay, searching for Ezra. Hera and Kanan were already on the dance floor, holding each other close and swaying to the music. Zeb, given a one-night reprieve from his punishment, was partying it up with a group of rebels in a corner, taking a swig of some green colored liquor from a glass jug. Chopper trundled around, taking in the sights, the droid's tiny mechanical widgets balancing a tray of appetizers. Somehow, Hera had bullied him into playing butler for the evening.

"You clean up well," came a voice from behind her. She turned to find Nadia, surprisingly still in her flight uniform.

"You're not going to dance?" Sabine asked, frowning.

Nadia smiled at her. It looked a little sad, she noted. "I've got orders to ship out in the morning," she replied. "I'm just here to say good-bye to everyone."

Sabine nodded. The last night's events were still vivid in her memory, and she struggled not to feel embarrassed in Nadia's presence. She - and a flustered Ezra - had explained that he had been taking dancing lessons from her. It wasn't just an old dance, either - this style was specifically used for Mandalorian royalty, back in the old days. Ezra had been hoping to surprise her during the Life Day celebration.

It was then it had clicked for Sabine why Nadia looked so familiar.

The rebel pilot was Mandalorian. Clan Arcossa. She and Sabine had been classmates during the early days of Mandalorian training. Not quite friends - more like friendly rivals.

Nadia smirked at her. "Humbled to know that the infamous Sabine Wren finally recognizes me."

"Hey," countered Sabine. "It's been a while. Last time I saw you, you were all curls and missing teeth."

"Yeah," shot back Nadia. "You were the reason for those missing teeth, if I recall."

Sabine laughed. "How's your family?" she asked.

Nadia's smile vanished. "Dead," she said.

Sabine felt her stomach drop at the revelation. She reached out and gripped Nadia's arm with an affectionate squeeze. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "How?"

The smile came back, full of bitterness. "Same story as everyone else here, I think," she said. "The Empire. My parents were trying to stay neutral throughout this whole war. I was trying to convince them otherwise. It didn't matter, in the end. The Empire made the decision for them."

"Hail, Countess Arcossa," said Sabine.

Nadia snorted. "Thanks, I guess. Never wanted it like this. And speaking of Countess . . . "

She leaned forward, eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Word is that your mother is looking for you."

It was Sabine's turn to smile bitterly. "She can keep looking," she answered. "I have no interest in going back."

Although I might need to, she thought. Very soon, at that. Don't know how much longer I can put off that reunion.

Nadia nodded. "I get that. I haven't heard good things about Clan Wren lately."

"Yeah," said Sabine bitterly. "I know."

Nadia raised a glass in mock cheer. "To our families."

Sabine snorted. "May they continue to be complicated."

The rebel pilot tipped back her glass and drank. "Your boyfriend has arrived, by the way," she noted.

Sabine whipped her head around quick enough to cause a crick in her neck. But, sure enough, there he was: dressed formally in a layered robe tunic, with a dress vest, black seamed pants and polished black boots that rode up to his calves.

He looked handsome. Ezra saw her and gave a cheerful wave. Despite her antics from last night, he didn't seem to be harboring any grudges. Although, Sabine suspected, he would want to talk with her about it later. She gave him a gesture that meant to wait a couple minutes while she finished talking with Nadia.

Ezra gave her a swift acknowledgment and made a beeline towards Chopper with the appetizers. The droid stuck out his electric probe and zapped him as a greeting.

It took a full ten seconds for Sabine to register what Nadia had said fully. "Hey," she said, turning to look back at the rebel pilot and finding a smug expression on her face. "He is not my boyfriend."

"Uh-huh," replied Nadia. "Sure."

"He's not," Sabine insisted. "We're just . . . we're partners. That's it."

"Is that so?" Nadia asked. "Well then, you won't mind if I - "

She stuck out an arm, shoving (politely, in her point of view) Nadia back from taking a step towards her friend. "No, I do mind, actually."

The fellow Mandalorian smirked. "Case closed, I think. If you don't act on it soon, Wren, then someone else will. He's an amazing partner. Not just in dance, although he is kind of hopeless. Two left feet, but he's sincere about it."

Sabine's eye began to twitch. "Oh?"

"Yeah. Great smile, easy on the eyes, and he's good with his hands. Knows where to place them."

She gritted her teeth but stayed quiet.

Nadia paused. "Shame about that haircut, though."

Sabine's cheeks flushed. "That was me," she confessed.

The other girl stared at her. "You did that to him? Maybe I was wrong about you two."

"I was mad at him," Sabine replied, exasperated from just thinking about the memory. "We went out to Ilum - "

"Ilum? That place is crawling with Imperials last I heard."

"Yeah, but he needed a kyber crystal from there to complete building his second lightsaber. Things went sideways and he got . . . "

Words failed her then, trying to describe the dark, difficult journey Ezra had undergone on that planet. It had left him changed - and their relationship was forever altered, as well.

She sighed. "Story for another day," she said. "Not relevant right now."

"I'll take your word for it," Nadia said. "You know, I've never seen you struggle so much with another person. The Wren I remember always went after what she wanted."

"I don't struggle with Ezra," Sabine said, surprised.

The other Mandalorian gave her an incredulous look. "You. In the vent. Covered in dirt and bruises. Almost naked."

Sabine flushed. "That was - look, we all have our moments of temporary insanity."

"Funny thing is," Nadia said, brushing off her weak excuse, "Ezra told me that's the craziest thing he's seen you do. And if the stories I've heard about the Ghost crew are half-true, then that's saying something."

Sabine was silent, her face pensive. Nadia eyed her.

"Wren - look, you care about him. Deeply. What's the big deal?"

Finally, Sabine said in a low tone, "I found the Darksaber."

Nadia went still, her eyes widening in shock. "You - what? For real?"

She nodded. The other Mandalorian whistled.

"Yeah, that does complicate things."

"It does," Sabine agreed miserably.

For a long few seconds, neither of them spoke. Both were thinking of the ancient weapon's history - and potential future, especially in Sabine's hands.

Then, Nadia shook her head. "I don't have any words to comfort you, Wren. That's a heavy burden. But . . . this thing you have with Ezra? It's going to change things. You need to tell him how you feel. Soon."

"I can't," Sabine whispered.

"Why not? I know he'll back you up. No matter what. Tell him, Wren."

She shook her head. "I can't tell him . . . "

"Why?"

"Because, one day, I won't be able to anymore. The galaxy will break whatever promise he makes."

Nadia looked at her with pity. "I understand. In these times, it seems like we have no good choices left. But we still have to choose."

"How?" Sabine asked.

Nadia looked at her. "Whatever you can live with."

_ _ _ _ _

After saying their final farewells, Sabine made her way to the dance floor where Ezra was waiting. He was rubbing his side, muttering darkly; a small scorch mark marred his fancy dress tunic, where Chopper had zapped him earlier.

"Ready?"

He did a double take at her outfit, before standing ramrod straight. "Yes," he said, looking flustered. It was adorable.

Moving to the center of the crowd, they began to dance, keeping to the rhythm of the music being played. Ezra's Mandalorian dance technique was, as Nadi said, clumsy.

But he was trying, which all that mattered to her.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled to her, concentrating on not tripping. "I shouldn't have kept it a secret."

Sabine laughed. "You're apologizing? I'm the one who's been going stir crazy because of it."

"Well," Ezra said, "since you agree . . . "

She sighed. "You want me talk about it, huh."

"Only if you want to," he added hastily. "But I have been concerned. You've been . . . distant since Dathomir. Holed up in your room."

Sabine grimaced. "I have, haven't I?"

"Yeah," Ezra said. "Again, if you don't want to talk about it . . . "

She thought hard about what Nadia had said to her earlier.

Things were going to change very soon.

"I . . . not right now. It's something personal to me, Ezra. But I'll talk to you about it soon, I promise. Just for tonight, I want to dance with you. If that's alright."

She braced herself, expecting a recrimination. But Ezra simply said, "Okay."

Mentally, Sabine breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can I ask why you don't want to talk about it?"

She pursed her lips. "Because it will change things."

"Not us," Ezra shot back instantly. "I'm here for you. Always."

Her heart lurched at the certainty in her friend's voice. Oh, Ezra . . .

"I'll hold you to that promise, goober," she replied quietly, leaning into his embrace.

"Okay. And if you ever need reminding - ack!"

They both fell over, Ezra tripping over a familiar object - Chopper. The droid wheeled himself away, chortling over his little prank.

"That little . . . are you okay, Sabine?"

She doubled over, breathless from laughter. "I'm fine. Nadia was right; you really do have two left feet, huh."

"Yeah," he said, cheeks flushed. Ezra stuck out his hand and hauled her up to standing position.

Sighing, he admitted, "I'm no good at this. Sorry. Nadia tried her best."

Sabine looked at him, smiling a little.

The Wren I remember always went after what she wanted.

Things were going to change very soon, she knew deep down in her heart. That's why she couldn't tell him everything. Not yet.

But maybe, just for tonight, she could allow herself to be a little brave. Just for tonight, and tonight alone.

She leaned forward and gave Ezra a soft kiss on his cheek. As she pulled away, she felt a tingle of satisfaction at seeing the look of slack-jawed astonishment on his face.

Squeezing his hand affectionately, she led him back into the dance. "Don't worry, Ezra," she said. "I'll take the lead in this dance tonight."

~ epilogue ~

The morning after, Sabine wandered into the Ghost communal area for breakfast. Hera sat there, reading through her datapad.

"Good morning," said the Twi'lek.

"Morning," mumbled Sabine. The Mandalorian began to mix ingredients into a bowl for some thick porridge. Her head was pounding from all the festivities of last night.

"So," Hera said in a sly tone. "Heard you were out late with Ezra last night."

Sabine spilled her porridge. "Hmmmm? Is that so?"

"Yup."

Cleaning up her mess quickly, she grabbed what was left of her porridge and sat down at the round table, keeping a calm expression. "And is that all you heard?"

"Maybe. Saw Ezra this morning too, you know. He had a bounce in his step."

"Did he now?" It was very hard not to express smug satisfaction at hearing those words. So very hard.

"Yup."

Sabine shrugged. "Well, you know Ezra. He probably sprained his ankle or something."

Hera snorted. "Sounds like him." She got up from the table, taking her datapad with her - but not before bending down to whisper in Sabine's ear.

"Next time," she said, "might want to cover up that mark on your neck. Strains your credulity a little, otherwise."

Sabine slapped the side of her neck in horror.

Hera laughed.

[baphometsss]

The only way I can accept the bullshit they pulled with her in this game is if she's manipulating Solas into maintaining the Veil for now because she has something else up her sleeve and the Veil needs to stay up for that to happen. It would be more in keeping with her character since she has basically been using Solas like a tool since the moment she met him as a spirit in the Fade. She has a propensity for using men, as you pointed out, and he also stole her power and tried to destroy a part of her (as well as rebelling against her and pissing her off in a number of ways we probably don't even know about). Tinfoil hat time here but what if Solas was someone she wanted revenge on too? Sending him to the Fade to fix their mistakes would be one way of going about it.

I know it's a long shot and with the way things are going, DA5 will probably titled Dragon Age: Gotham Knights or something and feature Neve battling some Joker knock-off in an even more watered-down Thedas. We won't get to see how Thedas has changed since the Blight, but just the end products of it. No more slavery, the Crows are good guys now, Ferelden somehow rebuilt itself, Mages are happy, the Dales belong to the Elves once more, etc. It'll just be done in a blank period.

But!! If they get their shit together and actually deliver a decent game that isn't horribly derivative of Marvel/DC, I can see Mythal being either a Big Bad or the Big Deus Ex Machina saviour like she has been in the last couple of games. I'm kind of torn if I want that though, because I think they've overused both her and Morrigan somewhat. There can, in fact, be several great women in Thedas's story, but it seems like they're dead set on there being one single woman at the root of all of them. (This is kinda why I hate the Mythal is Andraste theory. Sorry, but no. It can't all be Mythal.)

I think the bottom line is that they were planning on having Mythal be much more of a villain in this game, but it ultimately became Solas-centric instead. She becomes a figurehead for all his motivations, even though, in the end, it boils down to him being unable to accept the weight of his own failures. However, she and Solas were plotting separately for thousands of years, too. She wouldn't have waited around for him to do it for her. Him bringing down the Veil might have disrupted the plans she was making too.

Tbh though I'm being too generous to this studio and they probably just watered her down bc Woman Good Man Bad and don't want to follow through on the story they built up about a morally complex woman. Still, it doesn't hurt to theorise.

Sorry, but I just don’t buy the whole “actually Mythal decided after centuries of wandering Thedas as Flemeth that modern people deserve a chance” thing. Because the fragment of Mythal we’re talking about is the jaded old swamp witch who

-Inhabited the body of a woman betrayed by her lover(s) because they found common ground in their suffering and the injustices done to them. (“Once I was but a woman, crying out in the lonely darkness for justice.” - DAI)

-Resents that betrayal to the point she views men as disposable playthings that she can lure back to her hut, have her way with, and then… murder? I think? (Based on Morrigan’s own account in DAO)

-Abused her daughter under the guise of tough love in an attempt to prepare her for a cruel uncaring world. (Again, Morrigan’s account, DAO)

-Says during her appearance in Inquisition that she will have her reckoning.

-Spent centuries consolidating her power as well as cycling through different human women’s bodies via questionable means for the sake of bringing about said reckoning. (“I have carried Mythal through the ages ever since, seeking the justice denied to her.” and about the Inquisitor: “A Herald indeed. Shouting to the heavens, harbinger of a new age.” - DAI)

-During her scene with Solas at the end of Inquisition does NOT say ANYTHING about disagreeing with Solas’s plans, just that she considers him and old friend and is sorry things are going the way they are. (Seriously, is the dialogue in that regret scene in Veilguard supposed to be from a mental connection they had? Because that dialogue just isn’t in the Inquisition scene.)

And I’m supposed to believe that in her last moments, Flemythal backed off and went “actually I think we need to maintain the status quo”????

None of this paints a picture of someone who has gone soft over time. At least not to the degree that is presented in that regret scene in Veilguard. Sure Flemeth wasn’t all bad, she had some tenderness to her. She shows some genuine care for Morrigan and Kieran (if present) and seems hurt when Morrigan implies she was trying not to be the kind of mother Flemeth was to her.

At the end of Inquisition, we can’t tell for certain to what degree she approves of Solas’s methods. But it seems like a step in said methods was to absorb her power and doom her, an embodiment of Justice, to take a passive role once more. And we know what happens when a spirit is denied its purpose. Justice denied its purpose could turn to Vengeance. Which, to me, feels like it would better echo the themes of Solas’s pride/wisdom duality, inquisition’s themes around what it means to become a god-like force of nature, DA2’s question of whether violence is necessary for revolution (which literally has the Justice/Vengeance duality in it with Anders), and DAO’s theme of sacrifice for the greater good.

[best-seungkwality]

when kidnapping a princess

pairing: rebel!ellie williams x female!princess!reader

summary: what begins as a tense and combative journey through the wilderness becomes an unexpected relationship between y/n and ellie, with them navigating fragile alliances and feelings together.

contains/warnings: royalty!au, fluff, descriptions of violence and murder, mentions of suicidal feelings, politics and rebellions, betrayals, not proofread bc my mantra is live fast die young bad girls do it well

word count: 6.3k

author's yap notes: i really really wanted to write this and somehow i did. i hope u guys enjoy this as much as i enjoyed the process, even though i felt like giving up on it for so many times HSHDJSDHJ. happy holidays, everyone!

would like to give credits for the dividers: © saradika, magnusthemes here in tumblr!

Ellie eyed the girl walking through the royal garden with her maid. Giving gold coins to that informant certainly paid off because she, Abby, and Lev could get ahold of the princess freely this way. They were just too open— no guards, no knights, no anything to keep the sole heir to the throne of Eryndor safe. The royal family was going to pay for its negligence and corruption, letting their people endure poverty and famine while they sat comfortably in their ivory towers.

She sent a nod towards Abby and Lev’s way, who were preparing to incapacitate and silence the maid who was close behind the princess. With that signal, her teammates had jumped off from her hiding place, snuck behind the young maiden, and brought her to the ground. Ellie and the others followed suit, jumping behind Princess y/n and bringing the chloroform-doused handkerchief to her mouth and nose. Within seconds, y/n had fallen limp in her arms.

Ellie stared. She didn’t know the Princess of Eryndor was this gorgeous up close. But she shook her head off those thoughts, carried you like you were a lumpy sack on her shoulder, and the four of them quickly moved out and headed straight out of the palace grounds before anyone could even notice.

Their group of rebels hitched a ride from a local farmer they hired for this job. He had his horse and wagon ready to carry them to a spot that was walking distance from the safehouse where a few others were waiting for their successful kidnapping of the ransom. In their eyes, you and the others in their castles were not worthy royals. You were just a spoiled symbol of oppression, detached from the realities of the people you claimed to protect.

This kidnapping was a warning to the king and queen, that if they kept playing dumb and deaf at the calls of the people, they would pay— their daughter would pay. The royal family would be rightfully destabilized and hopefully, they would negotiate reforms in exchange for the sleeping beauty currently on the floor of the wagon.

"Do you think this will work?" Abby asked her, eyeing you who were passed out soundly at their feet. "How do we even know they care enough about the princess?"

Ellie shrugged. "The informant said the queen had a hard time conceiving her. I doubt they have a spare heir up their asses. They'll also be on edge because other royals trying to grab the throne."

Abby nodded, resigning from her doubts for the meantime.

The three of them kept mum about the impending chaos the royals and nobles would be in the moment they discover your disappearance. They knew that the moment they touched you, they were going to be branded criminals and the whole force would be out on the hunt, on orders of catching them dead or alive.

Ellie stared at your sleeping face once more, studying your features more closely, now that she had the chance to. She admired the way your face was sculpted— like by the gods. You had interesting and unique features that made any other person look like shit beside you. You probably had a big head because no one that gorgeous didn't know the privilege and power their beauty had.

"I know that look."

She stripped her stare away from the princess and raised an eyebrow at her comrade. "What?"

Abby's eyebrows ruffled in worry. "I know that look. You're smitten," she told her as-a-matter-of-factly.

The girl scoffed and looked outside instead, averting her gaze from everyone looking at her. "I'm not. I literally just saw her today," she muttered under her breath, bringing a knee up and resting her chin on it. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"I do. It's the way you used to look at Dina," Abby retorted. "Used to. I guess you both have moved on."

Ellie muffled a chuckle. "I guess we have. She has her boyfriend, I have my... guns."

Abby shook her head, hiding a small smile. "Dinosaurs, you mean."

"Hey!"

The trio for the day had successfully arrived in the clearing in the forest that served as the center for their group’s rebellion.

It was quaint but well thought out by their leader Maria. There was a perimeter fence and makeshift towers on the trees, where their first line of defense, round-the-clock watches, could stay. Traps were carefully laid out, deadly if you’re an outsider because one wrong move could take your life. Garrisons were nearby the fence so that their soldiers could easily go into battlefield if needed. They even had patrol teams who secured a bigger circumference to make sure they woudn’t be blindsided by the royals’ and nobles’ troops. If they were being honest, for a relatively small number, it felt like they were in an army base.

But Ellie didn’t mind. They were fighting for the live of thousands of people who had no other hope in this forsaken society. If they were going to negotiate, or even bring down the monarchy, they had to be prepared and strong. Maria was the only leader who could have pulled this off, and for that, she gained a lot of respect and people who would move for her.

The three of them went to their group’s hidden safehouse in one inconspicuous plot in the forest, far away from anything that could catch attention. Apparently, the handkerchief wasn’t doused with the chemical because you were up and kicking the moment they had cuffed both of your wrists to the bed.

The princess of Eryndor was furious. You hadn’t been up and fully recovered from the chloroform for at least an hour, yet you had already managed to sneak a kick to Abby’s gut. The rebel didn’t admit it, but it hurt like hell, with the heels that dug into her stomach, and all.

You visibly fumed at the sight of your captors before you: Ellie, Abby, and Lev, all hardened rebels. Ellie had caught your eye more than anyone, as she returned the same amount of anger you held for them.

Ellie tried to radiate a sense of command, to try and intimidate you, but you seemed unmoving from whatever resolve you currently had. She shook her head and told you in a rough voice, “Don’t think about running. You’re our leverage.”

You tried to make another swipe with your feet at her legs, and she almost laughed at your attempt to hurt her. She grabbed your foot and planted them onto the ground, glaring at you, but you simply met it with your own. Though you looked a bit frightened, she was impressed that you were at least trying to hold your ground.

“Leverage for what? What are you even trying to accomplish here?”

Abby cleared her throat, signifying that they were going to take their leave. Ellie waved her hand off, letting them know she didn’t mind. She looked back at you and raised an eyebrow. “You don’t need to know.”

“I have to,” you snapped. “So I know what to tell them once I escape from here.”

Ellie chuckled, knelt down, and looked you in the eye, making you back away at the proximity.

“If you can. We’re in the middle of nowhere. But I’d like to see you try.”

You moved to kick her away, but she already saw it coming. Ellie snickered and backed up at the last minute, smiling at how frustrated you were for missing. As if she was going to let you get a hit on her.

“I’m not as helpless as you think,” you said, tugging at the cuffs around your hands.

The contrast between the sight before her and what you just said almost made Ellie feel some sympathy for you, but she shrugged it off. Your pretty face, no matter how otherworldly it was, was not going to distract her from their cause. You were leverage for the people’s future, nothing more.

“Alright, bye, princess.”

“Fuck you!”

Ellie looked back at you with an impressed smile. “Didn’t know royalty cursed,” she said, chuckling once more at your infuriated expression. “By all means, fuck me, I consent, doll.”

She left the safehouse, laughing at how easy it was to make you mad. Maybe she could get something even more out of this.

The safehouse was a far cry from the palace where you had grown up. Despite the danger and everything that transpired, Ellie wasn’t surprised you criticized everything that you saw and experienced under their supervision. From the bland food, to Ellie and the rebellion’s plans, you saw to it that you would nitpick every single detail that crossed your sight.

She was straight up about to lose it if you had one more thing to say about the bed or the floorboards.

“Do you honestly think this will accomplish anything?”

That was it.

Ellie threw her gun on the ground in frustration, not having any more of your complaints. Why was she even assigned to look after your ass when she could do more good for the cause by patrolling or taking watch?

“God, do you ever shut up?” she muttered, putting her head in her hands.

“No,” you offered a simple answer, looking at her smugly as if you had won the war. “Don’t you have clean sheets while keeping me here while you’re are at it?”

She groaned out loud. “Well, would you like me to fluff your pillow too, Your Highness?”

You huffed, stomping at the floor. “FYI, kidnapping me won’t stop the suffering of your people.”

Ellie’s eyes flared at the statement, angry that you would even dare to say anything like that. She calmed herself down for a second and sat back on her chair. “Spoken like a royal who’s never seen a hungry child.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but decided to close it. It was then Ellie knew that she was the true winner of the battle between the two of you. She snickered at your frown. “That’s what I thought.” She shook her head, standing up and leaving the safehouse to one of her comrades keeping watch outside, Jesse.

“Jesse, need a break. Can you take over a bit?”

She didn’t even wait for his answer and simply dashed into the woods to go hunting. She decided a small herbivore for your dinner that night would do to keep you in check. Hunger made people crazy, so maybe any worthwhile information would slip.

She set out a small trap for any bunny or smaller animal that could be lurking in the vicinity. After a few minutes of waiting, a poor, unsuspecting hare did fall for the trap, and she brought it back to the safehouse for the kind old cook to prepare. They were thankful that even the elderly had joined them because they had been the backbone of their health after all these months. It warmed her heart when one of them told her that they were joining for their grandchildren’s future, and it reminded her that everything they were doing were for people who had no other choice but survive by fighting.

Ellie sat outside, by the window across your bed and stared at your face, which had become gloomy. She thought you deserved the way she bit back at your little comment about the people’s suffering. You had no right to mock the way they were fighting back because all your life, you had lived on their hardwork.

“Ellie!”

She stood up in full alertness as she saw Dina running towards them. Jesse also came out the safehouse and met her halfway.

“Maria and Joel sent me,” Dina told them in-between catching her breaths. “It’s urgent. There’s an enemy within and they’re going to kill the princess.”

“The fuck?!” Ellie exclaimed, although she didn’t exactly know why she reacted that strongly. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

Dina shrugged before taking the water Jesse offered. “Joel intercepted a letter intended for the noble faction that was working with the rebellion. It wasn’t a pledge of support— the nobles are planning to assassinate y/n and offered a hefty amount to those who would do it.”

Jesse shook his head. “Aren’t they thinking? Then we could easily be framed for it? All the more reason to justify eradicating the people and making them suffer,” he reasoned out rightfully. There was no way the nobles wanted something dirty in their hands. Unknowing townspeople would become the victim even more when they already had nothing at this point.

“Who’s behind this? What did they say we should do?”

Dina gave her a note, and Ellie quickly ran her eyes through it. She saw that Maria had instructed them to take the princess to Ground 99, a codename for another secret hideout that not everyone knew. But what shocked her more than anything was learning that Abby, Nora and some others were behind this betrayal.

She clenched her fists. She should’ve known better than to trust Abby, who had already caused many misfortunes for the rebellion. Since causing the capture of one of their own, she should’ve known.

Her eyes widened in realization at the thought of Abby. The cook that replaced the previous one assigned to the safehouse was recommended by Abby. Without even thinking, she had grabbed a huge rock that was by her feet, bursted into the safehouse, and saw that Esther was just about to serve you some soup with a small smile on her withering face. With one swing, she had chucked the rock at the bowl, causing it to fall to the ground in pieces.

“What the hell?” You screamed at the hot soup falling onto your worn out clothing. “Are you serious?”

Ellie marched up to the two of you and pointed a knife at the old woman as a warning. “Did Abby send you?!”

You looked back and forth between the two of them then at the two other rebels who had come in the room.

“Wha- n-no, I…”

“Tell the truth!” Ellie pushed, and Jesse had come between her and the poor cook who was being threatened with a knife.

“Y-yes! I’m sorry!” She wailed, falling to the ground like the bowl of soup. “She said I had to do it if we were to fight back. I poisoned the soup.”

Ellie clicked her tongue, and she brought out another set of cuffs to put on your wrists to ensure that you wouldn’t do anything funny. She then uncuffed the previous ones, then grabbed you by the arm.

“What are you doing?! Stop touching me!”

“If it’s not obvious,” Ellie started, pushing you outside the safehouse, “someone’s trying to kill you! We have to go now if you want to live.”

You raised your eyebrow at her in annoyance. “So now I’m not just a hostage, but a target? Just great.”

Ellie’s jaw tightened. She stopped then held you by the shoulders, making you keep quiet. She looked you dead in the eyes and said, “You’re safer with me than in here. So just can it.”

You narrowed your eyes, and she couldn’t believe you were still challenging her at a situation like this. She was trying to save your life, for god’s sake!

“How ironic,” you replied, voice laced with sarcasm, “the rebel forced to protect the crown.”

With the safehouse and any other hideout that belonged to the rebels compromised, you and Ellie fled deeper into the wilderness to go to where they would be sure no one could get to you. It was a good thing she was part of the better half of the faction. Nora and the others were sly, and she always knew they couldn’t be fully trusted, so she stuck with Joel, Maria and the rest. The only problem was that she should’ve known earlier and faster. Things wouldn’t have become this messy and difficult.

Dina and Jesse had gone back to report to Maria, and they decided it would be best if Ellie took the journey and protected you. She was the most experienced and skilled of them, so she would be the best to guard your life.

It was grueling, on the way to Ground 99. There were many animals they had to steer clear of, and she had to be extra aware of her surroundings given that you were cuffed and couldn’t use your hands if something else were to come up. At treks, she also had deal with your incessant complaints as she carried you like a sack on her back, refusing to let her go free from her cuffs.

“This would go a lot easier if you removed these,” you persuaded, shaking your hands in front of her.

Ellie rolled her eyes at you. “So that you could escape easier too? No thanks.” She tugged your arm gently and led you in a clearing where a small cabin sat at the edge. “Here we are, princess.”

“Another place that’s falling apart?” you commented, walking inside and noting how the place was indeed sparse and barely making it.

“Hey, it wasn’t expecting royalty, so forgive me if it’s not up to palace standards,” Ellie grumbled, leading her inside, and repeating the process of securing her on the bed.

She then looked around at Ground 99 and realized that maybe your objection to your prison was justified. The place was a wreck, with the furniture looking like they were a thousand years old. It was an abandoned place, but she guessed that would make it a safer place for where they could hide.

Ellie put down the minimal things they brought with them and stared at the princess, who stuck out her tongue. She shook her head, suppressing the smile that was about to break out. For someone who had become a target, you were still acting awfully childish. She could probably use the energy because it was probably going to take a few days until Maria and the others could regroup against the rebellion within the rebellion.

She walked away and looked for the kitchen, which was as dilapidated as the rest of the house, but at least, it had some firewood for them to cook.

Ellie looked back at you to see that you were already observing her. You cocked an eyebrow. "What?"

"Crushing on me or something? You could melt me with that stare."

She heard you scoff, and she made an effort to hide the laugh that was threatening to escape.

"You wish."

Ellie shrugged it off and started making some soup for the both of them. It was the most she could make out of the ingredients currently available to them. She doubted you knew how to cook too, since you were a pampered little girl in the castle for sure. Not that she was any better, but she was going to have to do it if she didn't want you sneaking up on her and bonking her in the head.

Since it was just soup, it didn't take that long until it was prepared. She walked up to you and sat down on the creaky bed beside you, taking the spoon and bringing it up to your mouth.

"W-what are you doing?" you stammered, moving away from the spoonful of soup.

"I'm feeding you, that's what. I'm not gonna take my chance and uncuff you."

She watched as your face redden, but you didn't say anything else but 'fine!' and ate what was served. Ellie hummed in victory as she watched you reluctantly finish the food.

"It's bland," you said monotonously, as if you were done with her like she was messing with you.

Ellie grinned at you, enjoying how the two of you were suddenly getting along despite hating each other's guts just a day ago.

"Careful, princess. That almost sounded like a thank you."

As the days passed, you and Ellie begrudgingly began to see each other in a different light. Ellie never expected that by living in close quarters would make her mind change about you and who you truly were.

Not even a week had drifted, but she already felt that you were a trustworthy captive. With one final threat about how she could gut you in under a second, she finally removed your hands and let you roam around the cabin. To her surprise, you never once attempted to escape, and simply attributed it to the thought that you were probably too afraid to leave in the first place because of the threat to your life.

You also took over the cooking because apparently, you were the better cook. One night, you had turned Ellie's poor excuse of a stew into something that was made for the nobles. Ellie blushed and gave you a small thanks before devouring everything you had prepared.

You were truly inexplainable, and how your relationship had changed was unexpected, like too good to be true. It couldn't be that the symbol of the royal family's oppression was someone this lovable, right?

"What are you thinking?"

She snapped out of her thoughts that night and turned to look at you. You were already getting cozy in the bed that she had managed to fix up and make comfortable for you. On the other hand, she slept on the measly couch so that she couldn't get too sleepy and drift off too peacefully. That was a must in her line of work.

"Nothing," Ellie shook her head, "just, things. Everything that's been going on."

She looked at you nodding your head then staring up at the night sky.

"What now? Are we just gonna stay here 'til the Longhills kill me off?"

Ellie perked up in surprise. "Longhills?"

You sighed in defeat at her question, which made her regret asking. Nonetheless, you offered an explanation, "I already knew they're after me. They have been for years now, just looking for the perfect time and circumstances to finish me off. You guys handed it to them on a silver platter."

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why didn't you tell your parents?"

You gave her a chuckle, although it barely had humor in it, signifying Ellie that it was a sarcastic laugh. Or maybe you were just tired of everything that was why you sounded so resigned even if you tried to laugh it off.

"I... I didn't wanna live anymore," you told her, surprising her even more. "I didn't wanna live as a princess anymore because nothing I do will ever make a difference. I try to live up to the crown's expectations, but in the end, I know I'm powerless even if I wanted to be a good princess to the people. I know I'm just a pawn in the adults' games, which I'm not even trying to play in the first place."

Ellie whistled lowly. "Damn politics, right?" she said, trying to lighten up the mood because she wasn't exactly raised to know how to comfort people. A memory of Dina crying over Jesse and telling her she was awful at giving comfort suddenly crossed her mind, and she finally surrendered to Dina's conclusion about her.

"Sorry," she quickly apologized, and you waved it off, showing that you didn't mind.

"I didn't know you were quite... at the point of giving up," she continued, "like... to the point of not minding if you get killed even if you could stop it."

"And I didn't know you felt that way towards the kingdom," Ellie followed further. "To us, you were just a spoiled brat, that's why I hated you. But I didn't know you cared this much about the people."

You chuckled. "You're so judgmental."

Ellie pursed her lips. "Yeah, I guess."

"But hey, I understood you. That's why I didn't say anything else the first time we argued in the previous safehouse. I knew where you were coming from, and I knew I had no right," you told her, and Ellie finally completely softened up to you. You were a self-aware royal, something that was missing in the leadership the kingdom had.

If everyone were like you, the kingdom would undoubtedly become a better place. It strengthened her resolve to to protect you and expose the Longhills and your parents. For the first time, you both had seen each other's pain and understood that you weren't so different after all— two people bound by duty and yearning something more for the common good.

"I-"

Ellie was about to offer an unlikely truce to you, but she was cut off when a group of armed men ambushed the cabin. By the looks of it, they were mercenaries, probably hired by the noble faction, or factions, who were after the royal family. Abby had probably found out about Ground 99 and pointed them to this place.

She quickly jumped into action, fighting fiercely, her blade a blur.

"Y/n, get out of here! I'll catch up!" She shouted as she pushed a lanky man who attempted to stab her. She heard you call her name, but she couldn't focus on you with the dozen people coming at her

She grabbed his arm, bent it awkward and used the knife he had against himself. She turned around, smashing the chair against another person before burying the knife deep into his stomach. She looked back and was met with a shotgun in her face. Fearing for her life for a split second, her mind blanked out, not knowing which part of her body to move.

This was it. She was going to die with her brains blown out by some thug (not that she wasn't a thug— she was also self-aware).

"Ellie!"

Her eyes snapped wide open, watching as you pull the trigger on the gun that you managed to snatch. The bullet had went straight into his head, effectively killing the man before he could pull on the own trigger of his gun.

Ellie finally came to her senses and grabbed the gun from your grip. She shot wherever she saw that had movement while pulling you to the main door of the cabin.

"Let's go!"

The two of them narrowly escaped from the fray, a bit bruised, but thankfully alive. They went deep into the woods, not caring if they would get lost, because if they didn't know where they were, the people after the princess would most likely not know either.

After running for several minutes straight, Ellie decided that they would be safe in some cave they had come across. They had to climb a bit to reach the secluded space, with her trying to support you as you climbed. But you didn't need her help— heck, you looked like a better climber and trekker than her.

"We should be safe here," Ellie said as she gasped for air, hands resting on her knees.

She smiled a little when she saw you sprawled out into the ground, catching your breath like she was.

"You're full of surprises, princess," she commended, thinking back to the way you unhesitatingly killed off a person who was about to kill her.

You managed a weak smile. "I guess I'm more than a crown and title."

"That you are, princess."

The first day that followed after the ambush was thankfully peaceful. They managed to survive off of what Ellie hunted for the first day, while you turned the sludge she called cooked food into something borderline gourmet. At first, she kept muttering something about your princess skills finally being useful, but as she kept tasting the food you prepared for them, she eventually agreed and admitted that you "weren't bad."

You hit her with the makeshift spoon she made for you. "That's it?"

Ellie pretended to get hurt and rub the spot you had hit. "Fine. It's good, okay? You happy?"

"Ecstatic," you replied smugly, grabbing some for yourself.

As the quiet and peaceful moments like that accumulated over the next few days, the dynamic between the two of you kept shifting and shifting into something that made Ellie want to stay away as far from you as possible, and at the same time, as near as she could be to you.

She found herself laughing more often at how you would get frustrated at her antics, at your small banters, and the new hobby you had made out of attempting to braid her hair out of boredom.

She was glad that you were also treating her less and less like a rough-around-the-edges rebel and captor, and more like a close companion. She was a self-aware thug, but there was warmth to her that you obviously didn't expect from her.

One evening, as the two of you say by the fire, with Ellie cleaning her gun while you watching her, you finally broke the silence.

"Do you still hate me?"

Ellie paused, her hands freezing mid-motion. She glanced at you, her brows furrowing in confusion herself. "I... don't?"

"You don't?" you asked skeptically. "But you did, right?"

Ellie sighed, setting the gun down. "Yeah. But like I explained, I guess it was misplaced. What I truly hated about you was what you represented. The crown. The royals and nobles. Everything and everyone that made life hell for me, my family, the kingdom." She hesitated, gaze softening towards you. "But I don't hate you. Not anymore, at least. Now that I know you to be different than who I thought you were, I don't."

She watched you blink slowly, caught off guard by her honesty. For a moment, you looked like the gears in your head were turning slowly for any response at what she had just said.

When you finally spoke, your voice sounded smaller than usual. "I didn't ask for any of this, y'know— titles, money, crown. I knew I didn't deserve I got, that's why I tried to do what I could by disrupting with objections or my thoughts. But no one would listen. I gave up at once when I learned someone was after my life because I didn't want the pressure anymore— the pressure that I could do something for the people but nothing I do worked, so I lay there pampered but truly helpless."

Ellie studied you, hoping her expression was as unreadable as she wanted to show. After a long silence and a thousand thoughts running through, she simply nodded and went with, "You're not a useless princess as I always thought."

You laughed softly at her attempt to brighten the atmosphere. "High praise coming from you."

Ellie smirked and leaned back against the log she had been sitting on, watching the firelight dance in your eyes. "Don't let it get to your head," she quipped, but the warmth in her tone betrayed her affection.

For a while, neither of you spoke, letting the crackling of the fire fill the silence. The weight of your shared confessions lingered in the air, neither oppressive nor heavy, but rather grounding—an unspoken understanding blooming between you. Ellie felt the strange sensation of her chest tightening and loosening at once. It was something foreign and unfamiliar, and it made her want to pull away… yet she didn’t move an inch.

Ellie and you continued to move cautiously within the kingdom, but it wasn't long before the tension surrounding your kidnapping reached its peak. She had caught wind of whispers in the nearby towns, describing how there was unrest both among the rebels and the court. Your disappearance had truly destabilized everything more than the rebellion had anticipated that even they themselves were affected.

One morning, as the two of you finally approached the borders of a bustling town under rebel control, Ellie stopped you abruptly. She knew something had felt amiss the moment they you both left your previous hideout.

Before you could question her, a group of rebels emerged, weapons raised but unmoving. Ellie's grip on her knife tightened, recognizing them to be some of Abby's companions.

"Hold!" A sharp voice broke the tension.

She looked around to see the imposing figure as Owen. His eyes swept over her and then landed on the princess.

"So, the rebel becomes the bodyguard," he began, tone heavy with accusation. "I never thought I'd see the day."

Ellie positioned herself in front of you, but you gently pushed past her, chin lifting defiantly. "I'm not your enemy. I didn't choose the crown. But I'm here, and I need you to listen if you want the change we all have been yearning."

Owen looked surprised at your boldness, and Ellie smiled a little at the courage and resilience you had. Even with her, you had never backed down, so what was Owen gonna do against your hardheadedness?

You continued, "I know the kingdom has failed the people. But killing me or overthrowing us won't fix the system that has become rotten. If anything, it would turn the tables on the people because the nobles who want me dead would frame it on the people who hate the government."

Owen's expression flickered into uncertainty for a moment, and Ellie knew he realized you were right and that it hadn't occurred to them. The mere nervous glances of the other rebels to each other said enough.

You took a breath, looking briefly at Ellie before turning back to Owen. "The people need a voice, and I could be that. I won't let them make me go unheard anymore. We will rebuild."

Owen's eyes narrowed, but there was consideration in his gaze, something that set off a little hope in your eyes as well. "What exactly do you propose? Just stop the rebellion and let you go so they can continue to misuse their power?"

"Transparency," you told him firmly. "Freedom of information to let the people see what's been hidden, to hold those who did you wrong accountable and serve their sentences. Work with me to expose them so that we can dismantle the harmful systems and rebuild the kingdom from this point forward."

There was a tense pause, with the rebels murmuring amongst themselves and Owen thinking deeply about it. Ellie chose to remain silent, but she stayed by your side, reassuring you with a small pat on your shoulder.

Finally, Owen nodded slowly. "You're something, Princess. I'll give you that."

Ellie smirked. "I thought the same thing." She held out her hand for him to shake, "Truce then? Negotiate with Abby and the rest for us?"

"Fine, but if you betray us..." Owen let the threat hang in the air, and you nodded in understanding.

The rebels then presumably went back to their hideout, and Ellie expected that the rebellion will unite once again for this.

Within the day, they were able to safely get back to the main camp where Maria and the others greeted Ellie and the princess warmly. Abby had apologized in public on behalf of those who betrayed the plans, and everything was smoothed out.

The next few weeks were a whirlwind of delicate planning and strategic maneuvers for the group. With everyone's help, you exposed the nobles who had orchestrated the ambush and manipulated the kingdom for their gain. The rebels did good with collecting evidence of the corruption of the nobles, shaking the court and the kingdom itself to the core.

Your father, the king, reluctantly agreed to the reforms you had proposed in public, especially under the pressure from the rebels and the unrest among the people after the exposure. You had pushed for a council to be formed, comprising of representatives from all classes and sectors, to oversee the rebuilding of the kingdowm, from redistribution of wealth and creation of policies that were for the people.

Though the tensions remained high, no one minded because they knew Eryndor was beginning to shift towards a more peaceful and just society.

One evening, as you and Ellie, who had been pardoned, along with the whole of the rebellion, stood on your room's balcony, you turned to her with a small smile.

"Think we did it?" you asked her softly.

Ellie leaned against the railing, her expression contemplative. She looked down at the bustling city below, not believing that the change she had just been envisioning was achieved in a matter of months since you came into her life.

"We started something, princess. That's more than I ever thought was possible."

You nudged her shoulder, and she looked down at you with small smile of her own.

"None of this would've happened without you, y'know."

Ellie chuckled and pinched your cheek. "And especially you. Truly not a useless princess after all."

You responded with a laugh, the sound light, genuine and music to Ellie's ears. For the first time in what felt like forever, the weight on your shoulders felt a little lighter. Even if there was a lot of work to be done, it didn't feel like work now that you both had each other. You had forged an unlikely partnership that assured you of a partner in Ellie, and her, in you.

And it wasn't just the kingdom that was shifting for the better. With the way Ellie had taken your hand and intertwined your fingers, she was sure that something had shifted between you two as well.

"I still can't believe you arranged for me to be your personal bodyguard," Ellie snickered, "and that they agreed, me being obviously in love with you, and all."

"Are you sure about this?" she said, suddenly feeling nervous. "I'm not exactly the noble type, part of the palace."

You smiled at her and leaned your head on her shoulder. "You're exactly what I need. Someone who talks shit about me to my face even though you barely know the story."

Ellie laughed, placing a small peck on your forehead. "Careful, princess. That almost sounded like a compliment."

"Well, are you staying here with me or not?" You scrunched your nose and playfully smacked her arm.

She pretended to pause and thinking about it, earning another smack from you.

"Looks like I don't have a choice, huh."

You grinned at Ellie and hugged her, which she gladly returned.

"You always had a choice, Ellie. You just happen to keep choosing me."

[desi-lgbt-fest]

Day 29: Defiance: of Gender, of Expectations

Heyya @desi-lgbt-fest! Kinda late again, but here is a prompt submission 😊

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You know, being an Indian girl, you got to meet certain expectations, like being quiet, wearing only feminine clothing, not use curse words, don't be loud and rowdy, and the list of nonsensical restrictions goes on.

I did have a lot of questions about such things as a kid, and I stood out quite a lot because I loved stuff that boys tended to enjoy, such as motor cycles, having short hair, wearing shorts, a good brawl, etc. (Still do, though!)

As I got older, I expressed my personal preferences to my parents and rebelled against them, like getting a masculine haircut, swearing (only when necessary, of course), and taking up Judo.

Through the years, my parents got used to me being me, mostly because they understood. For instance, my mom knows I get a little cranky if I don't get my hair trimmed at the barbers, especially during summertime.

Recently, my mom joined me in my jacket collection! So far, it has mostly been denim since I take up after my dad, but I got myself a lovely leather jacket straight out of the men's section because why the heck not.

Other than being masculine, there are times I tend to be feminine, such as wearing kurtis and hoping to wear the saree I once wore during my farewell but with freshly trimmed hair, a rather bold move that I hope to achieve someday.

Nowadays, I get a lot of heads turning towards my direction because I embraced myself by defying gender and societal expectations. And boy, does it feel so good.

[epicfirestormer]

How are we feeling Final Space fans

[talesfromawannabewriter]

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

@beef-brisket

(sorry for the wait this one took a while to do)

Lucifer was tossing and turning in his bed unable to sleep. He was in his suite at the hotel. When he left the rockstar he had two choices of where to go. The hotel or his manor. Right now Lucifer couldn’t stomach the idea of going back to a house that was built on false promises and words.

He felt down right sick the more he thought about it. When he had looked into Adam’s mind he saw everything. Every last memory from the time he was created to the last few minutes. That included all his memories that had Lilith in them. What he saw made him want to go back in time and curse his young self for being so stupid.

Adam was right Lilith never was under his control. He was under hers. He saw how she was constantly ordering him around. Telling him how he wasn’t doing anything right. Then in one memory he still saw when he closed his eyes was her choking Adam.

It was another one of their arguments when Adam decided to try and walk away. She tackled him and wrapped a strong pair of vines around his fragile neck and pulled. He could only watch as she almost killed him that day. This was the same woman he gave everything up and betrayed his best friend for. He thought he knew her, he thought she was his soulmate.

But he was wrong. It only got worse from there, the details weren’t meant to be shared. All he could say was that Adam lived a life of hardship. All thanks to Lucifer. Then he got to a somewhat recent memory.

It happened seven years ago.

The day Lilith left.

She had called a meeting to discuss the proposition of making a deal. She wished to leave Hell along with her position as its Queen. She would never contact nor use her powers against Heaven against Hell ever again. In turn she would be granted paradise. He knew she wasn’t happy with him for the longest time.

To do this though? To abandon her duties and everything they built and rebelled for. Then he thought of their daughter. Their poor, sweet, girl completely oblivious to her mother’s whereabouts. Only that she left.

And she wasn’t coming back.

But that wasn’t what broke him. It was just the icing on top of the shit filled cake. The thing that absolutely recked Lucifer was back when Adam and Eve had just left the garden. They were commiserating over being tricked by people they thought cared for them. Especially the bright eyed angel.

The first man then told the second woman something that Lucifer had never even thought was possible. He told her that he loved him.

Not just the usual love for a friend, but in love with him. Or at least he used to be.

That did it. That was the final straw that broke the camel’s back and opened the flood gates. His best friend was in love with him. The truly shocking thing was…he was too.

Back in Eden, before everything went to complete shit, he was deeply enamored with the first man. He just didn’t know how to say it. Then Lilith came along and he saw how happy was with her. Or at least he thought they were. Thinking he’d never look at him like he looked at her. Then the lies started and it just became one big fuck fest, with Lucifer leading the act.

As he wallowed in his self pity he couldn’t help but think, ‘Can I fix what has been broken?’ Or was the damage too big and irreversible? Because deep down, way beneath within him, past the resentment and anger there was still love for him. Love that never died.

He couldn’t give up. He wouldn’t give up. He would make things right. He had to.

Lucifer internally: I will fix this, I swear to you Adam. I will fix this.

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Adam exhaled in bliss as he fully emerged in the warm water. A week had passed since the incident and Adam had felt ready enough to go back to his penthouse. Verosika said that she’d check in on him and make sure he was doing alright. Even offering to stay for the night. Have a little slumber party she said.

He was more than okay with it. In fact she would be arriving later this evening once she was done at the studio.

So far Steve hadn’t shown up. Yet anyway. He tried to not think about him and just allowed himself to relax in his jacuzzi that sat on his balcony that overlooked the streets of Lust. He slowly closed his eyes, leaned back against the jets, and listened to the sounds of his city. He was finally at peace.

Until…

Lucifer: Howdy do Adam!

His eyes shot open as he took in the sight of the king of Hell standing right outside his hot tub with a stupid grin on his face. Adam glowered and closed his eyes again hoping that he was just imagining things. He wasn’t so lucky.

Lucifer: I know that last time we spoke we left things…

Adam: On an almost murder?

Lucifer: Tense, I was going to say we left things on a tense note. But I think I know how to make up for that. A snap of his fingers and Lucifer was now naked and in the hot tub with Adam. Disgust crept up his throat as Lucifer swam over and caged him on either side with his arms. He was smirking down at Adam, not in his usual way, but with something…lustful.

Lucifer: As king of Hell I’m sure I can make you feel real good. I can make you see the Heavens above as you writhe in the sheets.

Was this man for real?

Not that long ago he almost killed Adam. Twice! Now he wanted to wet his dick in him? Adam merely rolled his eyes before managing to push Lucifer off him and got out of the tub.

Adam: True poetry Lucifer, I’m sure in your mind such words would have had me swooning by now. And yet…

Adam reached over to grab his robe and put it on while Lucifer sat in the jacuzzi muddled. He was so sure that would work. Succubi and incubi feed on lust so he figured that would be the best way to make up to him. He wasn’t lying when he said he was great in bed. At least he thought so.

He got out of the tub and with his magic made it so he was back dry and in clothes. Lucifer: I…well I uh…I did think that would work since your kind typically like it when their talked to dirty.

Adam turned his head to deliver a harsh glare.

Lucifer: Adam I…I just thought it was the best way to break the ice was to break the bed hehe.

Adam: Well I’m sorry your highness but you are the very last person I would even consider ‘breaking the bed’ with. So good day!

He tried making his way to the door but was unable to with Lucifer in the way.

Lucifer: Adam wait! Listen when I saw your memories I saw everything and I mean EVERYTHING. Even your feelings for me.

Adam: What? Complete utter loathing?

Lucifer: No! I know that you love me.

Adam narrowed his eyes. He considered the possibility that he’d see those memories. It didn’t matter though.

Adam: Loved. I loved you Lucifer. Past tense.

Lucifer: Come on you can’t tell me you don’t still hold to your fatal attraction for me because I sure do.

He said giving him a wink and a pose. Hoping that it would at least get Adam to blush. All it served was make Adam even more uncomfortable.

Adam: (scoffs) After all the shit you did to me? I think not. Now if you’ll excuse me I already have enough on my plate. I don’t need you adding on the stress.

Adam stepped around him and tried opening the door but found it locked. He tried over and over again but it wouldn’t budge. He knew exactly who was behind this. He turned around and crossed his arms staring down at the devil.

Adam: Very mature for an older ten thousand year old king.

Lucifer: Look you're mad, and you have a right to be, but I have the right to at least explain my side of the story!

Adam: Like you allowed me to explain my side of the story in Eden?

Lucifer: I was tricked!

Adam: So was I! But at least when you fell for being tricked by her you received a whole entire kingdom to do as you pleased. Me I got kicked out of paradise and had to survive not only for myself but my wife and children. Meanwhile you’re living it up with a hottie on your arm claiming yourselves as rulers of your banquet of madness!

Lucifer: For your information my powers to Hell didn’t come in until I fully embraced my prideful nature.

Adam: Which I imagine didn’t take long, what about Lilith though how long did it take her to discover her powers?

Lucifer: …A few days after we fell but-

Adam laughed sardonically.

Adam: You’ve been painting yourselves as victims this whole time when the real victims toiled and suffered on Earth. All while you lounged about displaying your power and demanding respect when you’ve done literally nothing for your people.

Lucifer: Hey I’ve done plenty as king!

Adam: Yes, like the caste system for the hell born you helped create.

Lucifer: That was Satan! Not me! I didn’t do anything about it.

Adam: Just like you didn’t do anything about Lilith riling up Heaven to spite them which initiated the extermination.

Lucifer: Oh? So I was just supposed to make her stop?

Adam: YES! This whole time you had the ability to stop what she was doing but you didn’t! And you know why that is? Because you care more about making the wrong people happy than those who actually care about you!

Lucifer: HA! You do still have feelings for me!

Adam felt his eye twitch.

Adam: UGH YOUR IMPOSSIBLE!!! The only reason we both know you're here Lucifer is because you feel sorry not for me but for yourself and want to make yourself feel better.

Lucifer: I do NOT feel sorry for myself I do care for you Adam I always have!

Adam: Then why didn’t you ever tell me? Why now? After everything? After your wife left you and seen all the shit she’s done? Is it because your little fantasy of her is ruined and you need a replacement. Otherwise everything you fell for, love and rebellion, both made and encouraged by Lilith, would have been for nothing.

Lucifer bit his lip hard, his fangs drawing blood as he kept trying to make some kind of comeback. Lucifer: I, I, I…What the actual Hell do you want from me Adam!? I can’t go back in time and change history! If I had that power I would but I can’t! Adam: No but you can start by admitting you were wrong. Or at the very least a simple ‘I’m sorry Adam’. But no that’s just too hard of an ask is it? Because you’re the king of Hell, the literal devil, and he’s never wrong is he?

Lucifer: Exactly! I’m not in the wrong! This all of this was just…a misunderstanding. Because at the end of the day I was still am the victim! The victim of Heaven, the victim of Lilith, and the victim of my love for you!

Adam wanted to feel anger, sadness, maybe even pity at him but all he felt was numbness. He never would change would he?

Adam: Do you feel any kind of remorse for what you do? Have you ever once even attempted to apologize?

Lucifer: What you think I should get on my knees begging for your forgiveness and admit that I’ve always loved you ever since you were created but was terrified of rejection and what Heaven thought. But most especially what you would say since you were always so loyal to Heaven and didn’t want to make them upset. But I never should have let it cloud my judgement and hurt you, because hurt you I did repeatedly throughout your existence. And that I should’ve taken the time to at least acknowledge the pain I caused. Because I was convinced since the beginning that you’d never dare to look at me! Is that it?!

Adam: …Yes actually.

Lucifer made a face like he sucked a lemon.

Lucifer: …Well fuck you! And fuck any chance of an apology you think you deserve! Because you don’t! Adam didn’t listen as he finally got the sliding door to open and stepped inside.

Lucifer: And another thing I can apologize but I’ve never had the reason to! But I can, I can apologize to anyone for no apparent reason! Just not you! Not with all the other shit you’ve pulled! You hear me!? I don’t owe you dick!

Adam had enough and slammed the door behind him. Leaving Lucifer panting and trying his best to keep the tears at bay.

Lucifer: …Everyone but you.

Succubus au

@beef-brisket

@fanofstuff01

(This au was originally on @things-aren't-what-they-seem66blog and was originally thought of by an anonymous ask)

The roaring of the crowd and the playing of his guitar deafened his ears but the incubus didn't care. He loved the way they cheered his name while he shredded on his axe. With one final strum, his song was done. He raised his arms and gave the horns, to which his fans reciprocated, and bid them all goodnight. He walked away his hands still raised until he was out of sight from them. Adam sighed heavily and wiped the sweat with his forearm as he made his way to his dressing room.

Once there he flopped onto the couch and groaned. Though Adam loved being a rockstar and having adoring fans, he wouldn't lie to himself, each performance, especially concerts, can be quite draining since he always had to prepare with mic checks and making sure he sounded right. Steve, his producer/manager/on-and-off-again fling, always assured him that these were mandatory. Just one of those sacrifices that come with being a star. Still, Adam felt a little like shit and he needed a drink, a hard one. Unfortunately, his evening wasn't quite over yet as knocking was heard from the other side of the door then a voice called out.

Assistant: Excuse me? Commander? I'm sorry for bothering you but I brought the VIP guests here with me.

Adam sighed completely forgetting about that. Almost all VIPs get access to meet him after every show. Though he loved his fans coming to him and saying how much they loved him, maybe even getting some head from the older crowd, tonight, he didn't want to. However, he knew that he didn't have much of a choice. Unless he wanted Steve up his ass, and not in a good way. Letting out a long groan he sat up, rubbed his eyes, and yelled out to her.

Adam: Bring them in.

He closed his eyes and sighed once again as he heard the door open and feet shuffle in. He prepared himself for the immediate responses of squealing and clamoring over to shake his hand. However, he was not prepared for a familiar voice to call out his name.

Charlie: A, Adam?

He opened his eyes and standing in front of him were Charlie, Vaggie, and a one-eyed sinner.

[theworstcreature]

AHSOKA TRAILER AHSOKA TRAILER AHSOKA TRAI-

OH MY GOD IS A STAR WARS SHOW NOT GONNA END IN HEARTBREAK FOR ONCE?????? IF I DONT GET TO SEE MY PRECIOUS GHOST CREW REUNITED IM GOINNG TO BREAK MY TV!!!!! WE GET CHOPPER AND HERA AND EZRA AND-

I WILL DO ANYTHING FOR THIS SHOW TO RELEASE SOONER IT FEELS AWFUL KNOWING THERES MORE OF MY GIRL AHSOKA AND MY BELOVED GHOST CREW AND I CANT EVEN WATCH IT UNTIL FUCKING AUGUST-

[estellardreams]

One random idea I had was taking MLP G4 and throwing the Paradox Prism into the mix, basically splitting every universe into its own.

Yes exactly like Sonic Prime why do you ask? Thought it'd be interesting to see. Unfortunately the idea never panned out but I'm kinda curious... How would it even worked out?

Twilight, Princess of Friendship, all of a sudden loses her wings and horn because of the universe falling apart and her friend's personalities shattered between dimensions. Nightmare Moon rules over one world, Applejack is trying to preserve the lush jungle world, and Rarity desires a treasure she's been craving for so long across the ocean seas. Oh yeah, and Starlight is stuck in the void.

[getoslutsbackup]

s. geto x f!reader | nsfw

"sugu- wait!" you moaned and his head lifted from between your thighs. he looked absolutely sinful, a painting traced by the devil. a translucid line connected his lower lip to your cunt, a mix of your arousal with his spit. his hair had untangled from the bun he wore from your tugging and pulling.

he hummed and pulled the rebel strands of his hair back, away from his face. in an unconscious movement he licked his lips and you melted more than you already were.

"what's wrong, sweetheart?" he said, his hands grabbing at your thighs to keep them apart, leaving light kisses over them — his hair falling back over his face. his eyes didn't leave yours and you were trying to form a sentence.

"aren't you...aren't you going to fuck me?" you breathed out, your eyes darting away from his in shame. you heard a chuckle and the bed creaking slightly as he climbed up, licks and kisses dragging along your body, a bite on one of your nipples that made you wince.

he looked at your face and grabbed your cheek, your eyes turning to him again. "is that what you want?" he asked, his hand going down and his two middle fingers dragging against your overstimulated clit and penetrating you, your mouth opening in a silent moan. "you want me to stretch this warm, delicious, pussy, hm?" he said, and left a kiss in the corner of your lips.

you nodded "please, suguru, need you" and he smiled, kissing your lips hungrily. his fingers dragged out and he adjusted himself between your legs, the head of his cock feeling heavy over your lower stomach.

"how could i deny my favorite girl of anything? come on baby" he said and his hands grabbed your waist to keep you steady and, slowly, the head of his dick was engulfed by your greedy hole and you moaned while geto groaned deep in his throat.

you both had fucked dozens of times but you always managed to make geto see stars. actually, you were enough of a view, one that stars couldn't even compete with. your mouth agape, your nipples hard and swollen from his mouth abusing them, the bites and hickeys all over your body, your legs hugging his waist eagerly and the best part.

"suguru, god!" your moans. there was no sound in humanity that he loved more than your voice chanting his name...you could call him whipped, but suguru geto did not care. he'd follow you around in a leash if it meant he could hear his name out of your lips one more time.

"i'm right here doll, call my name again..."

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Soldier x Reader - NonCon

Yandere! Soldier with his foreign accent and foreign guns. With muscles that show even underneath all his body armour.

Yandere! Soldier who's part of a platoon sent to keep an eye on your neighbourhood. Who's looking for insurrectionists hiding in plain site.

Yandere! Soldier who's suspicious of everyone and everything.

Yandere! Solider who notices you all too quickly, with your books and your pamphlets. Who's immediately suspicious about the people that come and go from your apartment at all hours.

Yandere! Soldier who barely even waits for permission from his commander before he's leading a squad to bust down your door.

Yandere! Soldier who somehow ends up in your panty drawer and who lingers far longer than he needs to. Who searches through them - ostensibly for contraband - just so he can feel the silk and lace on his calloused hands. Who keeps picturing these lacy little things under your neat pleated skirt.

Yandere! Soldier who's pissed as hell when he can't find any evidence of rebellion. Hell, even those pamphlets you were carrying around the other day are gone. Who's disturbed by how calm you are - despite a bunch of soldiers ransacking your place.

Yandere! Soldier who grabs onto your wrist right before he leaves, who looks into your eyes and says that he knows something about you is suspicious. That you might have escaped this time but at some point, you're going to slip up.

Yandere! Soldier who can't help but notice how fragile your wrists are, how delicate your neck looks. How helpless you would be if it weren't for your frighteningly sharp tongue.

Yandere! Soldier who grins just a little when you threaten to demand a replacement door from his Sergeant.

Yandere! Soldier who finds himself stopping outside your apartment more and more on his patrols. Who tells his squadmates that he's suspicious of you, when really he just wants a chance to watch you go about your day.

Yandere! Soldier who finds himself gripping his rifle when he sees you walking alone with your male classmates. Who more than once has them stopped and searched.

Yandere! Soldier who takes his frustration out on his sparing partners - to the point that no one wants to train with him for fear of splintered bones.

Yandere! Soldier who keeps running into you. And despite his body armour, his rifle, his rank and power, you never seem impressed or even afraid of him.

Yandere! Soldier who watches as the martial law on your city becomes stricter and stricter. First the curfew, and then the armed checkpoints, and then the armored vehicles parked on seemingly every street corner.

Yandere! Soldier who knows what really happens to suspected rebels when they're held for questioning. Who keeps thinking of your wrists dwarfed by his hands. Who keeps thinking of your pretty hands mangled by the interrogators.

Yandere! Soldier who finds himself alone outside your apartment, so nervous that his hands are trembling. Who knocks and knocks on your new door until you open it, still sluggish with sleep.

Yandere! Soldier who doesn't give you a chance to scream as he shoves his way into your apartment and kicks the door closed behind him.

Yandere! Soldier who manages to hold onto you even as you kick and bite and swear at him.

Yandere! Soldier who hisses at you to just shut up and listen. That for once, he's trying to help you.

Yandere! Soldier who has to literally grab you by your collar and slam you against the wall before you stop trying to bite him.

Yandere! Soldier who tells you that the army intends to arrest you tomorrow morning on suspicion of insurgency. That he knows a place where you'll be safe.

Yandere! Solider who doesn't listen to your complaints or objections. Who zip ties your wrists together and gags you before hoisting you up on his shoulder.

Yandere! Soldier who doesn't even notice you banging your fists against his back.

Yandere! Soldier who drives all the way across the city in an armoured vehicle with you tossed across the backseat. At the checkpoints, his fellow soldiers just smirk and tell him to enjoy himself.

Yandere! Soldier who brings you to an old room in an old building. Who tosses you down on the bed and suddenly realises just how close you are.

Yandere! Soldier who slowly leans down to kiss your cheek. Who smells your perfume and feels himself slowly going feral.

Yandere! Solider who kisses down your jawline and then down your neck, his lips as light as feathers. Who runs his palms up your waist, marvelling at the softness of your skin against the roughness of his hands.

Yandere! Soldier who pins your hands above your head so he can admire your body stretched out underneath him.

Yandere! Soldier who knows this is wrong. Who knows it's going to hurt you and haunt you. Who feels his heart clench when he looks into your crying eyes.

Yandere! Soldier who knows, but fucks you anyway.

Yandere! Soldier who is so gentle, that you almost wish he meant it. Who keeps one arm wrapped around your waist the entire time. Who keeps whispering to you in his native language, his voice rough as in prayer.

Yandere! Soldier who keeps his forehead pressed against yours even as he thrusts deep inside you.

Yandere! Soldier who stays inside of you even after he comes. Who just wants to feel the warmth of your body under his. Who wants to pretend that the little muffled sounds you're making are out of affection.

Yandere! Soldier who cuts your bonds away with his combat knife. The blade catches the moonlight and it breaks his heart when you flinch away from him.

Yandere! Soldier who tries to convince himself he did the right thing. You're safe from the interrogation room, aren't you?

Yandere! Soldier who looks at your tears in the moonlight and realises his love was the worst thing that ever happened to you.

Yandere! Soldier who falls asleep with you in his arms, his dog tags pressed against your shoulder blades. Yandere! Soldier who knows that he's a monster, but holds you all the same.

Yandere! Soldier who whispers to you just before he falls asleep.

Мне жаль

I'm sorry.

Но я люблю тебя

But I love you.

[ataraxiaspainting]

360-Degree Vision.

Yan Silas x F Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, non-con, oral (male receiving), forced infantilization, Silas calls himself Mommy because he's a weirdo, and "force feeding".

Word Count: 700.

OC and art pictured above belongs to amazingly talented @meo-eiru!! i really love her art, so be sure to check her out!! <333

*~*~*~*

Silas only allows autumn leaves and snow to fall where your feet don’t touch but your eyes can still see.

It’s an odd sort of shape, the barrier he has around his tree. It reminds him of those little sketches you do he puts by his bedside table. He read from a book that human mothers do that whenever their children give them drawings, though you never gave yours to him per se. More likely than not you were waiting for a more special occasion, but he found them in your toy box whilst he was tidying up from another long day of taking care of you. 

What a unique art style you have – he read in the same book that human children’s little doodles can be nearly unrecognizable from what they are supposed to be most of the time, so he doesn’t question how the circles you drew kept going around and around and leading to nowhere.

A snail’s shell, perhaps? 

The spirals seemed too large and too filled… 

He’ll give you points for creativity. 

Positive reinforcement was key with these kinds of things, or so he’s been told – if you ever ask for a pet snail, he’ll get one for you in little to no time at all.

*~*~*~*

“Baby,” Silas’ smile is smaller because of the concern he has for you right now. “You have to finish your dinner. It’s good for you. When you finish we can go see little mushrooms and squirrels, okay? Only for a little bit though,” His right hand is still above your head, squishing you down when your body seems to want to get up too soon. “Mommy doesn’t want you to get sick again…”

Despite Silas sitting down, he was still more than half your height – your knees sink further into the mattress both of you are on.

They are shivering so much but he doesn’t notice.

No, it’s not that he doesn’t care – he’s too busy flaunting his length and chest to you to pay attention to how you actually feel, wanting you to pick your poison once again; seeing this as necessary to your development.

Last time for yesterday’s meals you chose his cock – the day before that you chose his breasts.

The more you suck from him, the more you’re given treats after. Something resembling those colorful markers you used to get at the local dollar store, containers of blueberry yogurt you hope came from his village’s cows or some similar type of animal, a new dress he had sewn himself or had customized and bought from a nearby elf tailor.

“I’ll even bring some paper and those pencils you like drawing with, hm?” Silas continues as he scoots closer to you – he holds your hair so gently now, but whenever he cries tears of pure happiness the grip will tighten quickly. “Maybe you can see a snail up close for those little spirals you like doing.”

…

No matter how much you rebel and kick and scream, the elf wouldn’t move back from you – if anything it gives him more of a reason to come closer, so you can have more of his ‘love’. After only a little bit of time, you learned how to let the frustration out in a way that didn’t have Silas doting over you so suffocatingly – drawing spirals. You were told once by a friend they can be therapeutic in times of stress. You most likely will never see her again but you would want to hug her because it works. 

You hid them amongst the dolls and building blocks you were given in times you were alone – staring at them made you feel less lonely, made you feel like you had more of a choice in how you spent your waking hours.

You didn’t expect Silas to find them. He never checks your toy box because you tidy it up so often.

You don’t know how to explain your drawings in a way Silas will understand. Not that he understands a lot of things that come out of your mouth.

You just nod. Maybe drawing a snail’s body below those spirals can help you too.

“Good girl! Listening so well!” His smile widens and you can see his eyes getting watery already.

[evanhereonearth]

Solas, outnumbered seven to one, overpowered by a lot more than that, betrayed by his best friend Mythal who bound him to her service and coerced him into leaving the Fade and coerced him into making a weapon that would make an entire people tranquil to stop the war she started AND ignored him when he said it would create *checks notes* a blight and made him do it anyway. Solas, facing seven blighted wannabe gods who turned on his best abusive friend Mythal when she finally stood up to them after CENTURIES of him begging her to do just that and starting a rebellion to free all their multitudes of slaves: *creates the veil, imprisons the blight and the Evanuris, and preserves all life in Thedas* World: FUCK THE DREAD WOLF, GOD OF TREACHERY AND LIES *worships the Evanuris and their dragon thralls*

Solas: zzzzzzzzzz (knocked out cold from saving the world for LITERALLY SEVERAL MILLENNIA MORE)

Tevinter: *razes what's left of Elvhenan, steals all their magic, enslaves the elven people for entire length of Solas's world-saving-induced coma*

Also Tevinter: *breaks into the fucking black city and brings out the blight*

Also also Tevinter: *uses so much blood magic that the veil ends up in tatters*

The Blight: >:)

World: fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck *throws everything they can at the blight, including--*checks notes again*--the blight

Orlais: you know what sucks? elves. let's kill them all

Ferelden: good shout, mes amis

Orlais: you know what also sucks? mages. put them in prisons.

Ferelden: you're full of good ideas when you're not invading us

Free Marches: MAGE PRISON, YOU SAY?

Orlais: add templars who can decide to murder them or make them tranquil on a whim at any moment

Ferelden and Free Marches: *frantically taking notes*

Rivain and Nevarra: we're just going to be...over here...

Blights 1-5: i've got a great idea i've got a great idea

Blights 1-5 after a while: my great idea didn't work :(

Archdemons 1-5: ....... :(

Evanuris 1-5: ......... :(

Solas, waking up in 9:40ish Dragon: what the...WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCKING FUCK. they can just KILL MAGE CHILDREN? AND PURGE ALIENAGES? AND ALMOST EVERY ELF IN TEVINTER IS A SLAVE? *absolutely rabid, seeks out the Dalish, as remnants of his people*

The Dalish, at Solas: *ARROWS*

Solas: ......fuck this shit, fuck all of this shit, fuck these tyrants in particular, fuck this fucking...UGH

The veil, after all this: (o.O:0oO.)

The remaining blighted Evanuris and the 99% of blight that did not escape: :)

Solas: well, that is a problem, going to need to address that ASAP, but turns out millennia of coma doesn't leave a spirit spry

Corypheus, busting out of warden jail: I AM FREE

Solas: hm, could kill that guy letting him unlock my orb, since he broke into my blight prison in the first place and defo deserves dying

Corypheus: veil needs a certain je ne sais quoi, a...bigger hole. i will make one.

Wardens: yes, good plan, blighted magister man. we are in control of the blight inside us and also heroes *in death, sacrifice = divine justinia's ritual sacrifice under thrall*

The veil:

O

Corypheus: >:( but like...not dead

Solas: well, i did not see that coming

Lavellan: *in chains, threatened with execution*

humans: KNIFE EAR >:(

Lavellan: *hole in the sky, hole in her memories, hole in her fucking hand* fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, wait, this hole in my hand helps close holes in the SKY

Solas: *.* It seems you hold the key to our salvation

Lavellan: i'm sorry what

humans: HERALD OF ANDRASTE!!!!!!!! *falls to knees*

Lavellan: I'M SORRY WHAT

Chantry: *choking in the corner*

Cassandra: time for you to decide the fate of the world

Lavellan: I'M. SORRY. WHAT???????? you know what? fine. *stops alexius from blood magicking his way through redcliffe and time itself, gets punted into a hellscape of nightmares and makes it back with the help of a rebel tevinter mage* the mages i rescued from becoming probable slaves to tevinter are our allies and dorian is my new best friend for being the only reason i made it back alive and the whole world didn't die *dabs*

Cassandra: >:(

Mother Giselle: >:(

Lavellan: ffs

Corypheus: *dragon temper tantrum*

Lavellan: *somehow escapes both dragon and Corypheus, trudges through blizzard, collapses*

Mother Giselle: *.* I FEEL A SONG COMING ON

Literally everyone but Solas: *falls to their knees*

Solas: a word?

Lavellan: OH THANK HEAVENS

Solas: these people are wack and aren't going to like that Corypheus is using elven magic *cough*, they're a hairsbreadth from executing us at all moments lol, btw here's a castle, you know, for you cos i highkey see myself in you and god i'm so fucking lonely

Lavellan: me too but wait, what the fuck is happening. you know what? fuck it. solas, what if we kissed,,, in the fade

Solas: what IF we kissed,,, in the fade *fade tongue*

Solas: ...you continue to surprise me. you show a wisdom i have not seen...since my deepest journeys into the fade!

Lavellan: don't you dare walk away from me now

Solas: okay vhenan i stay

Vivienne: this is a DEMON and NOT A PET

Lavellan: *blinks* right, no, this spirit kid who is the literal only reason we escaped Haven alive is my son now. if he hadn't read roderick's mind we'd all be avalanched or blighted dragoned, so SUCK IT UP

Vivienne: >:(

Cassandra: >:(

Sera: >:(

Bull: >:(

Varric: >:(

Solas: :D

Wardens: btw we're doing blood magic and raising an army of demons. not really our fault but also not NOT our fault? idk, blight in the blood, morally grey area. get it? grey...war--never mind, we'll be at adamant xoxo

Cullen: lotsa soldiers gonna die

Lavellan: fuck, is there another choice?

Advisors: ...no

Cory's dragon: *burninating the adamant, burninating the wardens, burninating all the people and this crumbling ROCKY BRIIIIIIDGE! CRUMBLING ROCKY BRIDGEEEEE*

Lavellan, flying through the air hundreds of feet towards the ground: fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck *opens a rift into the fade*

Everyone but Solas: FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK WE'RE IN THE FADE

Solas: we're in the FADE!!!!!

Lavellan, after escaping the nightmare's lair: glad half the team is pissed at me, what's next, an imperial ball? how hard can that be?

Orlesians: they invited an ELF SAVAGE >:(

Lavellan: you know what, fuck this and fuck Celene for genociding the entire Halamshiral alienage and fuck you, Gaspard, you can be Briala's little French Orlesian bulldog

Half the Inquisition: *shocked pikachu*

Morrigan: allow me to shemsplain all of elven history to everyone, including Solas, yourself, and all the ancient elves in this temple

Lavellan: you know what? okay. *rubs at Mythal's vallaslin, makes eyes real big* who is this "Mythal"

Solas: *choking in the corner*

Cassandra, muttering: i do not want to do a ritual to a false god

Morrigan: lemme have the well, lemme have it, i deserve it more than you

Lavellan: ...abso-fucking-lutely not *drinks from the well out of pure spite*

Solas: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, VHENAN

Lavellan: idk vhenan, this world sucks and i wanna make it better and i love you

Solas: ...you are everything and you inspire me, hurry, i need to tell you i'm the dread wolf but am going to break up with you and remove your slave markings instead and btw they're basically a drawing of me in my true form and honestly, this whole thing is real fucked up and you're the only real person in my entire life who sees me

Lavellan: wait what

Solas: i'm bad and don't deserve you and had to harden my heart to save the world before and everyone hated me for it so i'm projecting when i say you must harden your heart to a cutting edge to kill Corypheus, I'll explain after we kill him

Lavellan: ...oh yeah guess we should do that but I gotta go meet Mythal first

Solas: wait what

Mythal: *is Morrigan's mum, is only mostly dead, also 100% cool with overriding her servants' will entirely for shits and giggles, 0/10 do not trust* i'll help you if you fight this dragon lol

Morrigan: *choking in the corner*

Corypheus: *has a mahoosive temper tantrum when Mythal's pet dragon kills his pet dragon, dies*

Solas: ;-; ilu, inky, what we had was real but i'm afraid to do to you what Mythal did to me. I MUST AWAY

Lavellan: ....

World: HERALD OF ANDRASTE!!!!!!!!!!!!*

*some restrictions may apply, like in a couple years we're going to forget everything you did and be real mad at you

Solas, somewhere: been there, vhenan

World, two years later: :D we're here to hate you, right on schedule

Qunari: you are in need of the gentle path. therefore, we are coming to kill you all

Solas: like hell you will. but come to think of it, this is a good excuse to see vhenan again

Lavellan's arm: TIME TO DIE

Solas: defo another good excuse to see vhenan again. probs should study that arm anyway

Lavellan, after several Qunari too many: CAN ANYTHING IN THIS FUCKING WORLD STAY FIXED

Inquisition, including Divine Victoria: *shocked pikachu*

Lavellan: i'm going back through the fucking looking glass to talk to some ancient elven sentinels with Mythal's magic whisper well, they're the only fucking thing that makes sense here

Qunari: *destroying everything in sight but getting hounded by the dread wolf at every step*

Lavellan, whose arm is trying to kill her but is following Qunari through her own people's magic mirror world: ...i think i'm in love with the dread wolf

Companions: pfffffft

Cole: :D YES, YOU ARE AND HE LOVES YOU TOO

Lavellan: thank god i have you, cole, my spirit son

Solas, in a statuary garden of petrified Qunari: i suspect you have questions

Lavellan: honestly, fen'harel, not really

Solas: *shocked pikachu* well done

Lavellan: i'm real tired and you could have just trusted me back in Crestwood.

Solas: this world is broken, i must tear down the veil

Lavellan: yep, i'm one "knife ear" away from putting a knife in the next human's ear who says it tbh, i'd rather live in the fade with you and my spirit son, can i help you pls vhenan

Solas: ...no

Lavellan: wtf

Solas, internally panicking because he followed Mythal wherever she went and she dragged him to literal hell and trauma and now his one true love is offering to follow him while he probably makes things worse again: absolutely not, no, but i love you forever

Lavellan's arm: >:(

Solas: ...right, i gotta take that

Lavellan: wait what

Solas: i will never forget you *trundles through mirror with severed arm*

Lavellan: oh fuck my entire life, you know what, Ferelden and Orlais? Inquisition is no more, i'm going on sabbatical to Stone Bear Hold where at least people are not insane and Storvacker loves me, and then i'm going home to the castle vhenan gave me. don't call me. byeeee

ten years later

Varric: gonna go stop Solas, who invented the veil and is From Fade, from doing things i don't understand, wish me luck, inky

Lavellan: WAIT ONE GODDAMNED SECOND I'M COMING WITH YOU

Varric: no <3 i found a complete rando who will fuck everything up

Rook: hey, what if i drop a statue on this nuclear arsenal protecting the biggest biological weapon of mass destruction known to all of thedas? that'll help

Neve, a literal mage who should know even small rituals can blow up and kill you: probs not a good idea but Varric, a dwarf who knows nothing about magic or the veil or the Fade whatsoever says this ritual must be stopped At All Costs By Any Means Necessary so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Varric: Solas I will shoot you with Bianca

Solas: ffs stop *breaks Bianca*

Varric: can you promise me your way is better

Solas: i know way better than to make promises like that, have you seen this world???

Varric: GOTCHA, YOU LYING LIAR WHO LIES

Rook: TIIIIIIIIIIIIIMBERRRRRRR

Varric: defo going to attack the guy whose millennia of existence has been centred on this massive magical problem i do not even comprehend a little after waiting ten years to ask a single question about it when he'd already got going *tries to stab Solas*

Solas, feeling everything he's spent all of world history protecting the world from breaking out of jail: turns the dagger and stabs Varric instead

Elgar'nan: >:)

Ghilan'nain: >:)

Solas: oh for fucking FUCK'S SA--*exit, stage Fade Jail*

Blight: >:)

Rook: oops

Neve and Harding: omg this could not possibly be our fault at all, not even a little. it's Solas's fault, the lying liar who lies

Lavellan: i will not murder this stupid child, i will not murder this stupid child, i will not murder this stupid child

Morrigan: we have to help the stupid child

Lavellan: we have to help the stupid child

Morrigan and Lavellan: *look at each other*

Lavellan: when this is over, i stg--

Morrigan, who has millennia of memories of Mythal abusing Solas and decades of Flemythal abusing her: yeah no i will throw you a going away party and take care of Dorian for you and help you get your boyfriend back and no way will i fight him, this is actually ridiculous

Ferelden, Orlais, and the Free Marches, all of whom turned on Lavellan ten years ago: hELP help HELP there's BLIIIIIGHT

Lavellan to Leliana: you owe me a hundred gold

Leliana: *hands over a solid gold nug*

Ferelden: X_X

Orlais: X_X

Free Marches: X_X

Lavellan: *grits teeth* i better go meet with rook

Rook: andaran atish'an, honoured inquisitor

Lavellan: yo. sure would be nice to be meeting without our gods, you know, destroying absolutely everything i've spent a quarter of my life protecting and rebuilding after the last apocalypse but here we are i guess

Morrigan: *smirks at shade*

Northern Thedas: ROOK IS THE BEST

Southern Thedas: is rook tho

Ghilan'nain: muahahaha i have so many drago---nooo you killed my dragons and i am BLEEDING LIKE A MORTAL PIECE OF MORTAL SCUM

Elgar'nan: my dragon used to be bigger :(

Ghilan'nain: your dragon's fine

Elgar'nan: Ghilly, make it bigger again

Ghilan'nain: can't, too sad. blood. :(

Southern Thedas: *throwing nugs at blight* hELP

Lavellan, with half of Southern Thedas crammed into skyhold: thanks for the castle, vhenan, we'd all literally be dead without it, again

Morrigan: erm, Inky? seems everyone's telling Rook Solas is just a big monster lying liar who lies and blaming him for everything

Lavellan: that's what people do, blame Solas. had a bad day? blame Solas. Mythal wants to sever the titans' dreams? Blame Solas. Rashvine nettle sting? Blame Solas. Bring the veil 5/7 or so of the way down themselves after releasing the blight? Blame Solas. Rook let the gods out? Blame Solas

Morrigan: Inky.

Lavellan: you want me to go pour out my heart to the person who imprisoned vhenan and let out Ghilan'nain, Mother of Tentacles, and Elgar'nan "My Dragon is Bigger than Your Dragon" First and Worst of the Evanuris, don't you

Morrigan: yee

Lavellan: FINE but you better spill every ounce of tea you've got on the stupid child before i go because i need to at least make rook squirm a LITTLE

Morrigan: i thought you'd never ask

Elgar'nan: you won't make my dragon bigger??? fine i'll move the moon instead

Northern Thedas: i'm sorry what

Anyone at sea anywhere on the planet: I'M SORRY WHAT

Ghilan'nain: *throws a temper tantrum and dies*

Elgar'nan: >:(

Solas: fuck this shit, i'm getting out of Fade Jail

Rook: :(

Minrathous: fuck fuck fuck FUCK fuck fuck fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK

Solas: hello, people who enslaved my people for millennia, i am here to save the day i guess

Minrathous, slapping blight tentacles out of their faces: ...honestly thank you

Solas: wait what

Rook: I ESCAPE FADE JAIL SOLAS YOU BASTARD LYING LIAR WHO LIES

Lavellan: i will not murder the stupid child, i will not murder the stupid child, i will not murder the stupid child

Solas: you know what, fair play, here's the dagger, there's elgar'nan, ima bite his dragon, you go have a great time. have fun storming the blight tentacle

Venatori, poster children for the Leopards Who Eat People's Faces Party: nooo the leopards keep eating our faces

Minrathous: wow who could have possibly predicted that

Everyone who has ever met a Venatori: yes, yes, very sad

Elgar'nan, eating every face in the magesterium and effectively cleansing Tevinter of the worst of its monsters in one fell swoop: ah, rook, you can't kill me, i have the biggest dragon ever to dragon

Dread Wolf: honestly he's kinda not wrong, this dragon is a bastard and i am like a fifth of its size and getting p tired, ngl

Rook's Blighted Companion: welp gonnae put this trauma to use for the greater good. go go gadget blight tentacles, release the Dread Pupper

Elgar'nan: *shocked pikachu*

Dread Wolf: *chomp*

Elgar'nan: *throws a temper tantrum and dies*

Solas: oh ffs finally

Rook: not so fast

Solas: oh ffs here we fucking go

Rook: i don't actually want to fight you

Solas: wait, what

Rook: i think this is all my fault but everyone keeps telling me i'm the hero and that's fucked up. and your vhenan, she's nice to me, no one really else is, i'm just everybody's apocalypse therapist, and i even kinda like you tbh, my whole team basically does fun stuff without me and doesn't even invite me to book club and emmrich's the only one who asks me about my feelings instead of just asking me to do stuff for them, and anyway, i'm going to trust the inquisitor here because i'm honestly starved for connection and she thinks you're worth saving so can we talk i don't wanna fight

Solas: what

Lavellan, out of sight, reliving the litany of "i will not murder this stupid child": oh haha awkward

Solas: look,,, i've been bound to the service of an ancient elvhen god for millennia and everything i do, whether i know it or not, is for her, so i can't do what you want and this sucks

Lavellan: even if i'm here, walking the din'an shiral with you?

Solas: ...vhenan

Lavellan: ;_;

Solas: ;_; ...I cannot

Morrigan: yo dread wolf, my mum's a piece of work and i have all her memories and everything she did to you was fuuuuuuuuucked up, anyway, over to her, honestly not pissed you killed that part of her btw, she reeeeally fucked you up, but rook somehow managed to talk her out of her essence, so that's impressive

Solas: what

Mythal: yeah i kinda tore you out of your home and twisted you from your purpose and made you do murder and worse for me for millennia and said i wanted your wisdom and then never ever listened to you ever and just dragged you through every atrocity i created and perpetuated

Solas: it hurts and i guess you're going to kill me now so here's the dagger ;_;

Mythal: it's still mostly your fault but i was there too i guess, anyway, i release you from my service, which i could have done at any point in the past several millennia but instead I tortured you endlessly, lol god of retribution, that's me. k bye

Solas: what the fucking fuck

Lavellan: right there with you, like literally forever, our love is a miracle and the only thing i can even cope with

Solas: yeah honestly fuck this shit, i'm out, i will put myself in fade jail

Lavellan: you are not going by yourself i stg take me with you i wanna go home

Solas: ...home is a literal prison now

Lavellan: sealed away from all this shit? from getting blamed for everything we do no matter how much we sacrifice? if it's you and me there together, i don't care if it's a grey box full of darkspawn

Solas: there's no darkspa--

Lavellan: ffs i said i want to go, you don't have to sell me on it. you're the only person in this world who Gets It. we go on together, forever.

Solas: *.* my wife

Lavellan: *.* my wolf

Northern Thedas: and rook saved the world from the dread wolf, who was a lying liar who lies

Southern Thedas: *busy being dead and blighted*

Lavellan: yeah, fuck this shit, we're out

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failure - November 23 - jegulus raising Harry - @stag-microfic - word count: 312

James sat on the couch with his head in his hand, dejection and misery flooding through his body. "Was it me, Reg? Am I a failure as a dad?"

Soft hands combed through his hair as his husband whispered soothingly to him, "No, James. Of course not."

"But I had such high hopes!" he wailed, flinging his body backward and pressing his hand over his eyes. "Ever since the day he was born, I-"

"I know, love," Regulus murmured, voice quavering. "It's hard, I know."

"And now, he doesn't even have the decency to tell me to my face?" he continued, completely beside himself. "He just sent a letter?"

"Well, love, what was he supposed to do? Wait until the holidays?" Regulus replied softly.

It was only then that James heard it. A small laugh slipping out of Regulus's lips.

His eyes popped open and he sent him a suspicious look, eyes narrowing. "Are you laughing?" he asked, frowning.

"N-no!" Regulus insisted, but a broad grin formed over his stunning face. "I just-" he let out a laugh, pressing his thin fingers over his perfect lips. "I just think it's funny that Harry's turned out to be a Seeker. I mean, he's not even biologically mine, and-"

"Exactly!" James wailed, throwing his hands up. "He was supposed to be a Chaser!"

In an all-out laughing fit now, Regulus said between chuckles, "Well, you know teenagers. They always rebel."

Rolling his eyes, James tried not to pout. But after a moment, he began to think about it. About watching Regulus streak through the sky when they were young. About how amazing it had been to watch. "Seekers are talented," he relented, sighing. "And they get the most points in one go."

"That's the spirit, love," Regulus nodded, still grinning. "Way to be neutral and supportive."

James just snorted and flipped him a finger.

[techorgana]

STAR WARS REBELS 2.22, Twilight of the Apprentice