#everyone he loves is either dead a traitor or pushed away

[norman-fucking-reedus]

Not really a sexual request but… thoughts on Daryl coming home upset? Like genuinely hurting over something or anxious about something. Personally I think Daryl would have some level of anxiety that every now and then can get bad so maybe something happens with that? Idk I just love your writing and wanna see your take on sad Daryl🫶🏻

UGHH I’ve been CRAVING some sad Daryl for a while I have this idea of Daryl having a mental break where he isolates himself from everyone because he has no clue how to properly communicate his feelings so instead he decides to stay in his own space and silently drown to death alone in his own thoughts.

Normalize holding adult men like babies because obviously thats what they are

I feel like lately my writing has been kinda bad?? 🧍🏾‍♀️Maybe this is just too short idk but something is OFF.

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It had been two weeks since Daryl locked himself and your heart in the basement.

He needed some space, that much was obvious, but the worrying started the first week when Daryl didn’t touch the plates of food you or Carol would leave outside the door. He never left the room, never made a sound either. If it weren’t for the years of a living in an apocalypse, you would’ve thought he was dead.

Daryl felt dead, his bone weighing heavy with emotion and anger he just didn’t know how to get out. Years of bottling up everything now seeped through his grimy skin, mind running two miles a minute as his hands fisted his greasy matting hair.

He almost felt like a teenager again, rotting away feeling sorry for himself in bed while internal screaming at himself because lord knows he couldn’t do it vocally. He pushed everyone away, he needed to. Nobody needed to see him like this. Nobody needed to deal with him like this. Nobody needed to help him like this.

Daryl knew you and Carol left food outside his door, but he felt like he didn’t deserve to eat. Didn’t deserve to drink. He didn’t wanna open the door one day and see one of you standing there with a pitiful look on your face. He didn’t need pity.

He also didn’t need the jarring sound of pounding at said door. “Go ‘way” He mumbled, but instead the door creaked open, softly shutting. Maybe he should learn how to use a lock.

“Daryl” You voice was soft against his burning ears, however he felt a twinge of anger surge through him. “Get out. Don’t need anythin” He pushed himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed and only glancing over at where you stood with your arms tightly folded. “It’s been weeks”

He knows. “So? Gonna be another weeks too, now leave” You stood firmly in place, not budging.

Daryl screamed at himself for trying to throw you out, you of all people. Only his internal monologue didn’t match the one coming out his mouth. “Dammit woman I told ya ta leave!”

You stared at him silently, taking a few steps towards him and not faltering when he stood up, merely inches from your face. “Don’ need ya in here feelin’ fuckin’ sorry makin’ me feel worse”

“Well if it makes you feel any shitter I feel sorry for you inside and outside the door” You shrugged up at him, looking at him with a more causal expression than anything. “Why are you pushing me away Dixon?” Daryl bared his teeth at the question, angry at himself cause he didn’t know why. “Why’re ya in here?”

“That’s not answering my question” You scoffed, and Daryl turned to frustrated kick the night stand. “I don’ hafta answer tha’ stupid fuckin’ question! Why can’ ya jus’ leave me tha’ fuck alone?” He began pacing around the room, trying to put distance between the two of you continued to stubbornly close it. “Because I give a shit? You don’t get to suffer in here alone because think you deseve it”

You shoved Daryl’s chest, and surprisingly he shoved back, tears burning hot in his eyes. “Why not?!”

Your face softened and you grabbed Daryl’s hands, holding them tightly in yours. “Fucking stop!” He tried pulling himself out your grip, shaking his head as more traitorous tears spilled. Daryl grunted as you pulled his arms towards you, causing him to stumble which gave you the opening to finally capture him in a tight hug. “Get offa me” He mumbled even as his body desperately melted against yours. “It’s okay sweetheart” You whispered the words and walked backwards, lying on the bed when the back of your knees hit the mattress.

“Ya shouldn’t- Ya shouldn’t see me like this” Daryl buried his face in the crook of your neck, feeling an unfamiliar lump form in his throat. He no longer felt anger, but saddness. He was sad, so sad that he didn’t know what do to other then straying away. His chest hurt, and he felt so vulnerable in your arms that he just exploded, body shaking as sobs racked through him. “I’m here now babyboy, it’s okay” You, quite literally, tangled your fingers into his hair, soothingly scratching the scalp as Daryl’s tears ran down your skin and soaked your shirt.

It hurt so bad yet felt so good to finally, finally let it all out.

You moved to sit up against the wall, bringing Daryl along with you and positioning him to lay across against your shoulder, brushing hair out his red as he sniffled. You wiped his tears with your hand, staring down lovingly at him as you stroked his cheek. “Tell me what's hurting you” You whispered, listening to his soft whimpers and snotty sniffles. Daryl leaned his head against you, eyes flickering up to meet yours as he searched your face. He felt so grateful to have someone like you, caring about someone like him.

“Jus’ everythin” He whispered back.

You kissed his forehead, letting your lips linger there. “Anything in particular?”

Daryl shook his head, soaking up every ounce of attention you gave him. Each tear was wiped away by soft fingers, followed by a gentle kiss.

For the first time, Daryl felt like a little kid, huddled up sweetly in your arms as you ran your hands across his back, slowly rocking his frail frame.

He cried harder than he ever has, muffling sobs into to the fabric of your shirt. You only stroked his hair and told him that it was all okay.

And he believed you.

Daryl could physically feel the love radiating off you, seeping through his clothes and filing his weakened body.

It was so peaceful in the room beside from Daryl’s sniffing, he felt like you were the only people left on earth. As he glanced up at you through clumped lashes, he wished that you were.

“M’sorry” He mumbled.

You quirked a bow. “For what?”

“Fer pushin’ you”

“Away or earlier?” Daryl shook his head slightly.

“Both” He responded.

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Ugh. I guess I forgive you”

Daryl cracked a small smile, one of his fidgety hands reaching for yours. His fingers were cold compared to yours.

“I love you” You whispered, squeezing his hand in yours.

He searched your face, eyes glassy as they once again filled up with tears. “I- I love ya too”

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[snickerdoodlles]

How would you rank the Theeranyakapuls in terms of clinginess?

everything any of these boys let go of has claw marks on it.

Khun: physically speaking, i actually like making him a little touch adverse, or at least having a very complicated relationship with it. he is touchy with His PeopleTM, but he wants minimum two guns and meters of space between himself and anyone else. generally speaking, it takes a lot to make him let go of any of His PeopleTM. there's a heirarchy to it too: Kinn and Kim are his innermost ring, he will never let them go, not even when he's dead. Porsche is on the ring between brothers and his innermost guards, Chay to eventually join. there's another fifteen levels min to it, but the gist is Khun will cling desperately to anything that's part of his personal feelings of security and ruthlessly reject anything that compromises a higher hierarchy. ie, Khun might say he's done with "that stupid traitor" (Pete) post-coup but in truth desperately misses him, checks in on him, and eventually reconcile and become genuine friends with him because Khun wouldn't want to lose Pete. but in one of my WIPs, Chan (who rescued Khun when he was kidnapped and part of his sense of security) winds up compromising Kim's sense of security and Khun's adamant Kinn needs to get rid of him ASAP because Khun prioritizes baby brother over all else always.

Kinn: canonically awful at letting anyone go, i love it with my whole soul. man didn't even want to kill his uncle who was currently shooting up his home. he clung to the dregs of Tawan for years. keeps saying he hates Vegas and wants him gone, would lose more than half his whole self if Vegas were actually gone. would lose even more of himself if anything happened to his brothers or Porsche. Kinn tries so hard to wall himself away from everyone but he is a bleeding heart like no other. he cares on every level and more, beyond what he should, beyond what is safe. i want to wrap it in loved ones who will protect it like he deserves. i want him to keep bleeding over everything until he breaks and finally accepts the happiness he deserves more.

Vegas: insists he cares for no one and no one cares about him, has a million crises over it ❤ his hatred for Kinn is so integral to his being he could never kill him. would've abandoned everything for a hedgehog he loved to death if it had lasted 30 seconds longer than it did. probably a good thing because he didn't actually want to abandon everything, as seen when he immediately turns around right after to cling to Pete so hard Pete needs to escape. offers himself up as a bleeding sacrifice to Pete since. you all know this, this is just canon and i love it utterly. canon ends with Vegas holding his two worlds in his arms and Vegas would have to be ripped to shreds before letting either go.

Kim: so scared of how deeply he loves he pushes it all away and pine from afar. man literally introduces himself saying he sacrificed everything for his dream, even tho his actual first scene is demanding updates on Kinn's well-being, even tho his very next scene shows the depth of his obsession in checking in on his brothers. he has his claws still firmly embedded in everything he's ever said he let go of. he keeps trying to let go of them while never once relaxing his grip. i'm obsessed with his clinginess on every level, it's so good.

Macau: quite possibly the only one normal about holding onto his loved ones. no weird rivalries he's based his entire sense of self around at least. still beyond sticky clinging to Vegas tho, i outright laughed when Vegas tried to say Macau would prefer to leave him. my dude, that is a little brother ready to stand between you and the whole world if only you would let him.

#kinnporsche #MY BABIES #i have no idea how i'd even rank their clinginess against each other none of them are letting go for anything <333 #thank u for this ask i loved thinking about this 😂❤❤❤❤❤ #ask game: headcanon gacha

[bonefall]

Assorted thoughts on BB!Batear and BB!Fenneldust

Fennel is from ThunderClan, Bat is from ShadowClan.

They're from the Ripple Era, the time just after the death of the 5th Oak when there was relative peace. Clans were becoming more isolated at the time, but there was no ongoing war or anything yet.

They just click. They aren't romantic, they just loved being together, hanging out, secretly hunting.

If love is wanting to be together all the time, then they were in love.

No matter what you call it, it was being traitorously close. One day, Fenneldust was caught, a ShadowClan cat (and an old bully of Bat's) exercised their Right of the Challenge, and told her outright;

"The next time you're in my claws, I'll KILL you."

Fennel told Bat about this at their next meeting, at a gathering. Bat then told his Clanmate outright;

"I don't care who you think you are, if you kill Fenneldust, I'll kill YOU."

Bat WAS reprimanded for being so close to Fennel and threatening his clanmate, but action wasn't taken. Bat (lied) and agreed it was in everyone's best interest to not meet up with her anymore.

They got smarter about meeting up, and Bat spent more time sneaking around in ThunderClan to avoid the Clanmate.

Raids in those days weren't uncommon, Finchstar lead his Clan into battle against Houndstar. Tragically, Fenneldust ended up in the claws of that Clanmate again. He followed up on his promise.

And Batear made good on his own. It was premeditated. He waited until they were alone, reminded him of their old vows, everything he'd ever done to him, and did exactly what he told him he'd do.

It wasn't enough he was dead though. Batear pushed the corpse down into the peat, where the muck wouldn't even look disturbed. If he wasn't allowed to attend his best friend's vigil because she was from another Clan, then THIS family wouldn't have a body to bury either.

Batear wasn't caught for a few weeks. They never did find the body, but his death threat was known. The disappearence was too convenient. He was the prime suspect.

There wasn't much evidence, but leaders don't NEED proof when the majority of the Clan believes it. Batear was exiled, and told he could only come back if the Clanmate was found.

Pfff. Like Batear was going to tell them where he stashed the body! Fat chance!

He lived the rest of his days as a rogue. The worst was the creeping knowledge that because of what he did... in death, he'd never get to run with Fennel ever again. He tried to appeal to the other Clans with varying degrees of success

Eventually, Bat died to an accident, passing away alone. StarClan wouldn't take him, knowing his crimes, and how he had been SO petty he didn't even give them a body to bury.

He resigned himself to an eternity alone. He had gotten used to it. But in his darkest moment, he felt a familiar headbump against his side. Fenneldust waited for him for yeaaars! She wasn't just gonna let him walk away like that!

There's several cats in the Dark Forest because they refused to let their friends and family go alone. Fenneldust is one of them.

#better bones au

[strapskinkstories]

Put your dick down, pick up the keyboard and FIGHT FOR OUR RIGHTS!

The nobleman does not fight his war with a gun.

The nobleman fights his war in an office.

The nobleman fights his war with a pen, a phone, and a keyboard.

Put your dick down, stop jerking off, and start fighting back.

It’s time to talk some sense into these senseless idiots and it’s time to tell them the real TRUTH OF GOD.

GOD said nothing about the LGBT.

GOD said nothing about abortion

Anyone who uses the Bible to make it sound like he did blasphemes GOD.

If you have a daytime Twitter account, use it. If you don’t then get one, or use your AD account if you can’t handle having two Twitters (You will need a second telephone number and email to handle two twitter accounts, it isn’t exactly the easiest, but it is pretty easy)

If you have ability to work with the LGBT and pro women rights activists on the Truth Social DEMFORCE INVASION then join up, hammer their servers, and show them what their website really means.

You can’t create a website and desire it to be free of political discrimination if you’re only going to support traitors.

Good news is they actually support everyone who attends. Trump founded it, DWAC took it over, DWAC could eventually get as sick as Twitter got of trump and kick him off. Especially if democrats become the driving force of the network. End of the day $ is what drives these companies, and shareholders. And their shares are worthless and they’re hemorrhagic loss of cash will be either their downfall or opportunity for us to steer the ship to a better place. A lot of people hate Twitter, especially around politics. Twitter has a right wing bias, they banned me for calling Lauren Boebert white trash. Ironically on Truth Social I called her White Trash a dozen times and not one thing happened aside from a few angry little trolls replying which I swiftly dropped my block hammer on.

I haven’t heard a word from their staff about being a democrat, and that’s because they don’t care. But at the end of the day if we flood the site and storm them with 50,000+ accounts the worst of the red men will leave just like they left Twitter.

It’s time that we pushed these tinfoil hat wearing thugs back where they belong, into their basements without a computer “preparing for the lizard people”

Get on, have fun, and remember to use the block button judiciously.

Our goal is to swing people hard enough that they realize what they are doing isnt Christian. 

Righteous Anger is RIGHT. Preserving human rights is RIGHT. Decimating womens rights, forcing them to become baby dispensers? DEAD WRONG!

Wake up you scumbags. The orange man has put you all in a spiritual coma, some of you have even called him god. If you worship a fleshly man who is not truly the lamb of God JESUS CHRIST then you have blasphemed Jesus’s spirit and the Holy Spirit. Nobody can save you except yourself. You must rebuke the false prophet, you must rebuke the nations that strip away at human freedom. For we were created sovereign over our bodies and minds by GOD. And GOD himself spoke “Love Everyone Always”

“I Don’t care if you’re loving another man, a woman, or you’re a pair of men or a pair of women, as long as there is love in your soul, it is good!” “black white asian, rich or poor, you are colorless to God. To God you are but a strand of code. For GOD is a scientist who wrote you into life.”

For every code out there is a code in for the DNA code is what we are.

Christ is within all but some have killed his spirit off or have placed it into a deep coma.

There is a time for entertainment and there is a time for righteous anger.

Now is not a time to entertain. Now is a time to rise up and be loud.

Remember Stonewall? 

LETS STONEWALL THESE MOTHERFUCKERS AGAIN!

GET LOUD AND GET PROUD! (I unfortunately cannot do a daytime Twitter account so I fight through Truth Social. My NSFW After Dark account predates my vanilla account, so they left it alone. I cannot talk much politics on it because I respect separation of sexuality & state.)

#lgbtq issues #LGBTQ #Stonewall #abortion is a human right #her body her choice #my life my choices #my life my rules #i am who i am

[luimagines]

Lovely lazy day cuddles and snuggles with Legend, Hyrule, and Twi (in Wolfie form) for bunny pretty please?

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The sun draped over the four of you like a blanket, comforting you in a hug that only mother nature could give.

“I don’t want to get up.” Legend groans. “Do you think if we all play dead Time would let us stay here for longer?”

You snort, and it jostles Legend’s head. He’s resting his head on your stomach with Wolfie curled up against his side, with his little doggy nose on your shoulder.

“I don’t think that would work.” Hyrule piped us. “Nor would he even think to believe us. If anything he might make us run laps or something.” 

Hyrule is resting on your other side, but with his head on your thigh. You’re not entirely sure how you became the group pillow but you can’t find it in yourself to complain. Everyone was tired and there wasn’t much to do as it stood. Most of the others were either town getting more supplies or fishing and neither of those seemed appealing to you at the moment.

You hummed and moved your arm ever so slightly to pet the top of Wolfie’s head. He yawned, sending a whole lot of gross dog breath in your face and you waved it away instead to make a point. “Wolfie someone needs to brush your teeth, that’s gross.”

He licked you nose and ignored the rest of your words.

“Rude.”

Legend laughed and poked your leg next to him. “That’s what you get. That dog doesn’t care who’s in his face as long as he gets what he wants.”

As if it was purposeful, Woflie rolled over and draped half off his weight on top of the young man’s chest, his fur flying up into Legend’s mouth.

“Pbbbttt- pbbttt- Wolfie-! You mutt! Get off of me! You’re killing me.” Legend tried to push the creature off but to no avail. You laughed as much as you could with the shifting weights on top of your own stomach. Hyrule sat up and moved over to pet the canine.

“Traveler, you traitor.” Legend glared up at the hero from beyond the wall of fur above his eyes.

Wolfie groaned a bit from the back of his throat and licked the tips of Hyrule’s fingers. Hyrule giggled and rubbed his nose. “Good boy.”

“A little help here.”

“Nah. I think you’re fine.” You said, and moved your hand over to pet Wolfie as well. “I think you’ve got everything under control.”

“I hate all of you.”

“No you don’t.”

“You’re free to leave.”

“I don’t want to.” Legend pouts and dramatically flops back on top of your stomach. You groan from the impact and flick his head for good measure. Legend smiles mischievously, trying to not let his amusement show. “Instead I’m going to make you all pay for this. My pride will not have died in vain.”

“What pride?”

“What died?”

“Shut up.” Legend snorted and relaxed once more.

“This is nice.” You took a deep breath and left it fill each nook and cranny of your body before letting it out. You focused on the contact point where your friends were and let the energy settle there, taking their warmth as a good sign.

“What are you guys doing?” Time’s voice carried over the gentle breeze that cooled you all down from the sun’s rays.

“We’re dead.”

“Resting our eyes.”

“Trying to nap.”

Wolfie let out a whine and another yawn, turning his head to look in the direction the voice had come from.

“Go get ‘em, Wolfie. Go. Attack.” You nudged the Wolf with your hand and he turned his head over to you. It was slow and bored movement. You’ve never seen an animal look less amused. It startled a laugh out of you and scratched under his chin as compensation. “Nevermind, you can stay here.”

He flopped his head onto your chest, successfully kicking Legend in the side in the process. Hyrule seemed to be the least affected by all the movement as of late and you couldn’t help but feel marginally jealous.

You could hear Time make his way over to your little group and he stood over you. Time blocked out the sun light, so for the first time in the hour were you able to look up properly. You grinned. “Hello Old Man.”

He smiled, looked at each and every one of you before his gaze landed on Wolfie. He stared a little harder but Woflie looked unperturbed. After a standstill between the you both, he nodded, content with whatever conclusion he came to. “As you were.”

“Awesome.” Legend punch the air above him. “We can stay!”

“Not for long!” Time shouted.

“Not for long.” Hyrule echoed. “Nap time?”

“Yes please, that sounds awesome.” You closed your eyes again and rested your head on the soft grass beneath you.

It wasn’t much but you were glad that you met the boys. If only so that you could share moments like this with them.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #i have no idea what i'm going to file this under in my masterlist #but i'm guess i'll figure it out #i hope you meant all three of them together #unless it was only these three specifically #but like... seperate scenarios #which is fine to do #i don't mind writing for only one or two #just people typically request for all of them #which is also fine #i don't mind #but then i get this and i get confused #so i really hope i interpreted it correctly

[stuckybarton]

Sucker For Pain i

SUMMARY: You were new to the team, but what everyone didn't know was you weren't so new to the God of Mischief. CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Ex!Reader [Ex to Lovers again?] WARNINGS: Profanities. Suggestive Themes. Slight Angst and horrible self-image. Grammar Mistakes. English not being my first language. [Not Beta’d tho] WORDS: 2,956 CHAPTERS: [1/3] A/N; Life happened and yeah, didn’t have much time to write. Not my best work for this mini-series, but I’m fighting through for this. Hope you guys enjoy~

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"Agent Y/N Y/L/N." You introduced yourself the first moment you were escorted into the compound by Director Nick Fury. Multiple sets of faces both new and old had come to greet you. For a moment you wouldn't even believe that this is was the new life you would find yourself to be a part of from now on.

Years in the job for SHIELD before disappearing off the grid to get as much information about HYDRA, everyone had thought you had betrayed them and you had accepted that they would think so lowly of you after all the near-deaths you had to endure on the job. Even with the mission becoming more of a death wish, you had accepted the role Nick had given you all those years ago and now you were rewarded, immensely. A spot on the Avengers as part of the Earth's Mightiest Heroes.

The familiar face of Nat was the first to greet you with a hug. A fiercely tight one, it had been so long since you've seen a friend. Then your eyes fell towards the rest of the team; Bucky Barnes, who you had a few close encounters with during your time with HYDRA. You had witness everything they had done to him and stood on trail to clean his name. Steve Rogers, who, with Sharon Carter, had assisted in guarding Steve while SHIELD was still under HYDRA's control. But among the familiar faces, one stood out the most.

Loki Laufeyson.

To many, the man was a snake, a God that had once brought death and destruction in New York. But to you, he was different, this was the man that you had spent your lonely nights with while under the guise of a traitor. It had once just been a physically thing between the two of you, neither wanting to know about each other's lives. You knew he was a God, a man that had wronged the world, but he had never known about you, the woman that had painted yourself as a traitor for the better of the world. The one that had been called every name on the book for the sake of making sure you did your part right.

Then it got serious between the two of you. Admission of love was told between both of your lips. But it was dangerous for you two to be together especially when you were already told by Fury that you can come back to the surface. You didn't know what side he was on, and you did not have the heart to make him choose if the time would come.

So you two parted. A month ago. The pain still throbbing you like an unattended bullet hole right through your heart. It was still so painful to look at him and not remember him crumbling on his knees begging you to stay. The first sob that escaped his lips and forever haunted your dreams. A never-ending loop in the back of your head as your demons screamed at you for breaking an already broken man.

"I for one am happy you're finally here. Another woman to add to an already Man's Man world in the compound." Nat teased glancing towards the other individuals that had come to know the new face. "With introductions out of the way, you've got a lot of explaining to do for the past few years."

You could only smile at your friend. You did have so much to explain to her, things had been murky between you and Clint, but after everything, Nat had refused to believe you would betray them, betray her, and it was finally a relief to be able to return back home, seeing the people that mean the most to you.

"Tell me about it." You muttered allowing Nat to quickly pull your away from the crowd, but it missed your eyes how he was still looking. Ice blue eyes a contract to the burning gaze he had towards you.

Forget about him. Forget about him. You were here for a new opportunity. No him. Never him.

For the next few weeks, everyone had grown to accept you in your new role as part of the Avengers. You kept up with Steve, Bucky, and Sam during their runs. Sam more than happy to finally have someone that had the same pace as him, but only for you to laugh and out run him just to get a reaction out of the high flier. Tony and Bruce had also found a kinship in you, having provided them enough information about HYDRA's experiments and location made most of their missions easier. Then there was Nat and Clint, your confidant in this new life. Every single moment that was not dedicated to a mission was spent with them; may it be movie night or a simple get together outside the compound, often times bringing Wanda and Vision along just to mess with you and call you a 5th wheel of the group.

But among number of members on the team, everyone had noticed you constantly avoided one Thor Odinson and one Loki Laufeyson. The only real time you would even dare talk to either of the brothers would be during training--other than that, you tried your best to avoid them, Loki most especially. Every single moment that would force the two of you to be in the same room, Loki had a glare while you tried your best to avoid his gaze.

Everyone noticed, everyone didn't seem to worry too much. It comes with having a former-villain part of the team. They thought you would eventually get used to the God's presence just as much as they did.

"You ever gonna tell me what's going on between you and Loki?" Nat inquired avoiding your punch.

What you hated the most about sparring with Nat was her capability of multitasking. Talking and snooping about someone else's business while also kicking their ass in the process--this was the predicament you were in right in this very moment.

"Nothing is going on." You muttered landing back first on the mat after being thrown like a rag doll by Nat. Eyes looking at the ceiling, you wondered if it was a good idea to actually come clean to her about her past with the God of Mischief. "I know what he's done to New York and I think you can't blame me for taking precaution when it comes to him."

Nat now comes hovering on top of you, the narrowed eyes and gentle smirk was all you needed to know--she knew it was bullshit. But when she had stopped pushing you for more information, it was enough for you to just change the subject.

"They found Dominic?" You inquired. One of the first big missions that everyone was focusing on was one of the leading Scientist for HYDRA. With the exposure of HYDRA to the world, some of them had moved away and found themselves in much shadier company, much to everyone's radar now spiking.

Dominic Wagner was, in part, partially responsible for the Winter Soldier program in the modern era. One of the pioneers in moving the project into a much younger sets of test subjects. You lost contact with the man as soon as your got back into the surface, but it had also meant a target was on your back when they found out you were a double agent.

"He's in Russia. Wasting away all the funding for the program with parties" Nat points out. "Still a better way to spend the money that abducting kids everywhere."

You nodded, memories of files upon files for the prospects still haunted you to this day.

"When are you taking him out?" You inquired. In your time with the SHIELD, the red in both of your ledger had made you two a hot commodity if the situation present itself as shoot to kill. Neither of you would hesitate. You knew you would now, after everything, but if it means one less bad people in this earth, you would swallow your new morals.

"Fury wants him alive." She pointed out finally standing back up to her own two feet, leaving you on your back, staring at the ceiling in deep thought. "I know as much as you do, we want him dead for everything he has done, but we need him alive so we can get the others."

You nodded, this was one of the few things you had to get used to as part of the team. Death was best solution in SHIELD--at least in your team, not here. As long as you were part of Steve's team, you would need to choose whether or not killing would be the best option. Hope that you weren't so blessed to be given in your time under.

"I get a first shot when we don''t have any use of him anymore." You muttered finally standing back up with Nat's help. Steps faltering at the sight of the God of Mischief, training with the likes of Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, and Bucky Barnes. A weird mix up, but wasn't hard to understand why.

"Why don't you shoot your shots with him for now." Nat teased, finally making you break from staring at the plain black shirt and green sweatshort-clad Loki Laufeyson. "If we try to ignore the death count during his attack, he is sort-of your type in men." Nat wiggled her brows. quick to avoid you as you attempted to swat her in the ass, eyes now turned away from God and his training partners.

"By type, you mean psychotic with possible Daddy-issue? Then you might just be right." You snort.

"I'm offended you think of me as such, Darling"

Jerking your head to the owner of the voice, how the hell did he sneak up behind you without you noticing. You glanced at Nat in panic and like the traitor that she was, made a terrible excuse of being needed in Bruce's lab. Now being left in the man's presence, you could all but remember the last time you had been this close to the man.

Heartbreaks.

Words that you didn't mean.

Words that he didn't mean.

It still hurt you, and you were sure it hurts him just as much, if not more now, finally realizing why there had been a need for a breakup between the two of them all those weeks ago.

"Here I thought I would have someone to trust. You mortals continue to disappoint me." He hissed.

Your eyes glanced at the other training trio, noticing all three of them were in their own little world to even noticed what was going on between the two of them.

"Tell me, Darling..." He whispered, head leaning towards the shell of your ears. The familiar shiver run through your skin as just his voice. Memories of the very things his silver tongue had whispered had you flustered and breathless, more than from your earlier training with Nat. "Was it satisfying to play with a God?"

Before you could even mutter a word, his constantly gentle hand now covered your jaw, emitting a squeak from your lips and stopping you from saying a word. He was never this forceful, nor did he do anything that would hurt you. Was this the true nature of the man you had finally thought you have been the best part of you. To have loved a man that everyone was right to stay away from?

"Or is it shame finally coming to you, to be ever involved with someone like me?"

You tried to pry his hand away from you, but he was too strong--stronger than you could ever think of being.

"Or is this you taking your opportunity to move from one bed to another? Who will it be this time, Y/N? My oaf of a brother or will it be Soldier out of time? Who will you whore this time?"

And you finally snapped. With a resounding slap, all three individuals had heard your attack on the man and Loki finally releasing his hold on your jaws. A chuckle escaped his lips and only brought the first line of tears to fall from your eyes. You never wanted to believe him to be a monster, but here he was, proving her wrong.

"I am in doubt of the foundation of our relationship for the past years, Y/N. I am the God of Mischief and Lies and the only mortal I had ever truly opened to had done this to me. Lied to me for such a long time, lied about the entirety of our relationship."

"You will never understand."

"Oh no," he chuckled darkly, eyes glaring straight into your own. "I understand well enough to know, you would never love someone like me and I deserve every lie and heartache I am enduring because of everything I have ever done in my past."

Before you could defend yourself and the genuinity of your relationship with the God, he had made his excuse. Leaving you to ponder of the true damage of your breakup with Loki, and the aftermath it had now held for the both of you. He was right, you had lied, and either way, their relationship will fall apart because of those lies.

He was the God of Mischief and Lies.

Yet, he did not expect for this biggest lie to break him the most. The separation had been painful, he had always hoped for a better life with you. Then a month passed since your breakup, he sees you, it hits him like a sharp knife to the chest all over again. He experience the pain of a stab to the chest, but it would never compare to the pain of seeing you in this very compound with the truth of your life that you refused to ever open to him.

This was karma coming to haunt him it seems.

It had been well over a week now since the first time he had actually confronted you about everything. It wasn't how he planned for things to go through. He never wanted to hurt you, but he was a monster after all. A monster that his own father had told his people to avoid. A bedtime story to scare mischievous kids into submission.

He had always thought after everything he had to endure, had to do, had to escape, he could finally live a peaceful life. A life to finally start anew. A life where he could finally change for the best. A mortal woman had made him make those ideas come into reality, you had always became the reason why he would never have his redemption in life.

A bitter idea with no possible resolution.

How could he have ever believed that anyone would ever love someone like him? After everything he had ever done, he was never allowed to be loved. You had proved that somehow.

'Mr. Laufeyson, you are needed for a meeting with the team'

Breaking from his little bubble. He sighed finally returning back to reality, into the little comforts the library could give him. The week had been gruelling for him, three individual witnessed the altercation between himself and you. It had spread like wildfire, but thanking the Gods that no one was able to listen to the conversation.

He had to endure most of the questioning. In everyone's eyes, he was, after all, still under everyone's constant scrutiny. A man that no one could trust. But he refused to say a single word knowing you did the same thing. It was better to keep your mouth shut instead of letting people know exactly what had happened. Somehow that brought a smile on his face. He might not share a future with you, but might as well make the most out of making your life a living hell, as much you did it to him.

Shutting the book he was barely even reading, he placed the book back into the shelf before walking his way towards the meeting room.

He could easily teleport, but he preferred to enjoy his moments of peace without his oaf of a brother breathing down his neck or Stark constantly testing his patience with his quips. It also gave him a moment to school his features, he knew well enough about the mission to know you would also be in attendance. Be more invested in this mission than anyone else.

It was a few things he was relearning about you now that you were out in the open as everyone claims you to be. You were a free spirited being that could meld with anyone you were in the area with. He had watched you throw relentless jabs at Tony during your first few days that had the man surprisingly raise a white flag. But the most dangerous thing he had to learn was the familial relationship you had with one Natasha Romanoff and Clint Burton, two people that he kept his distance with the most.

"Professor Snape has finally graced us with his presence."

Loki has learned since joining the team to choose his battle when it comes to Tony. This was one of those moment. Finding a vacant chair besides his brother, he had taken his seat. A big mistake on his part as he finds from across the table, you sat. In between a glaring Romanoff and Barton.

Wearing a smirk, just to get on the two super spies' nerve, he turned his attention right back into the meeting. He begins formulating a few little schemes to not only get on the two's nerved, but most especially yours.

#loki laufeyson oneshot #loki laufeyson one shot #loki laufeyson imagine #loki laufeyson imagines #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x you #loki laufeyson x y/n #loki one shot #loki oneshot #loki imagines #loki imagine #loki x reader #loki x you #loki angst #loki fluff #sucker for pain

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

I might be back on my bullshit thinking about Louis [as if I ever stopped] and episode 2 again. Like... there are a lot of things that could’ve been handled better when it comes to ep2, but can we just appreciate his apology to Clementine during the archery scene? 

[note: this turned into a bit of a rant, and for that, I apologize]

It still baffles me that he gets dismissed as a shitbird by portions of the fandom to this day for being upset with Clem and AJ when he just found out his best friend gave away the twins, murdered Brody and tried to pin it on Clementine to cover his tracks... only to then be murdered by AJ after he already gave up, shot him in the back of the head right in front of everyone and left Louis heartbroken and traumatized. 

Like I understand that some of y’all think Clementine and AJ should never be held accountable for anything they do and they’re always right, even when they’re in the wrong because you’re the player projecting yourself onto them and everyone who is mean to you is a stupid head unless they’re mean in the right way.

Or you’re one of those violentine stans who feels like the only way to validate your ship is to create this narrative that Louis is a traitor and Clementine would never love him after he voted for them to leave as if the only way you know how to make Violet look good is to make Louis bad by comparison instead of like... y’know, being one of the decent stans who explain and gush about the positives of the ship itself and why they love it rather obsessing over the other ship. 

Either way, you’re really gonna look at that situation of Louis reacting to his best friend’s death after what just went down and be like “calm down, Louis, you’re being a jerk :/” like.... I’m sorry? 

Aren’t you the same people who complained about Luke not giving a shit about Nick’s death back in s2? how he didn’t have a reaction? In fact, aren’t you also the same people who vigorously defended Kenny for his reaction to Sarita’s death after he lashed out at Clementine? Remember? When he yelled at her and called her a stupid fucking kid who thinks she can just get anyone killed and it’s okay because she said sorry? but it’s fine because Kenny’s reacting in a realistic way that makes sense for his character and he later apologizes for it? 

but now here you are, getting a realistic reaction out of Louis that makes sense with his character and all of a sudden, you don’t like it? You want him to just be like “Oh no, Marlon.... anyway.” Really?

Louis is hurt, he’s pissed and he doesn’t know what to do. He’s so shaken by what the hell just happened, Marlon’s dead body is bleeding out on the ground, Ruby’s talking about getting fucking medicine as if that’s gonna do anything, Violet waving her cleaver around at them even though literally none of them were looking at AJ they were all looking at Clementine, Violet you are not helping anyone in this situation, you’re only making it worse and adding to the aggression... but no, Louis shouldn’t be a fucking mess right now. He should just shrug his shoulders and be like “Welp, this is fine.” 

Then there’s the damn funeral. Look, Clementine and AJ shouldn’t have been there. I know they had to be for story purposes, but it’s such a bad idea that it makes Violet, the one who wanted them there, look like an ass who has no regard for anyone other than herself, Clementine and AJ, and those who agree with her... which is only Tenn and I guess everyone else sucks and their feelings are invalid because no one else wanted them there since it’s not a good idea to have Marlon’s murderer attend his funeral and if you believe that isn’t going to piss people off or make them uncomfortable, then either you don’t care or you don’t know how to read a room. 

And by the way, Louis wasn’t the one who suggested voting them out. He wasn’t even there when MITCH said they should take a vote and everyone agreed to it. So why is it that Louis gets all this blame for how the vote turned out? Oh, Louis is such a traitor because he’s the reason they got kicked out.... except no? 

First of all, if you’re so mad at Louis then how come you’re not mad at Ruby? She voted them out, too. So did Omar. They contributed to kicking them out. How come no one else talks about how much they hate them after they said having the vote was a fair idea and then voted them out? Oh, and Willy, too. Willy voted them out. The only other person who gets heat for the vote is Mitch, and he was the one who came up with the idea in the first place... but no one else, huh? 

Also, how come only Violet gets praise for wanting Clementine and AJ to stay? Never see anyone talk about how amazing Aasim is after he was the third vote for them. He has legit reasons for wanting them around, too, but he didn’t want them at the funeral either so what, does that cancel out his vote for you? Where is the Aasim love? 

Then we got the dorms where Louis and Violet come to escort them away, and once again, I have to mention that both of them are wrong in this situation. They’re on the extreme opposites where Violet thinks they should stay because they didn’t do anything wrong, and Louis thinks they should leave because AJ’s dangerous. Both of these view points make sense with their characters.

However, I guess some conveniently ignore how conflicted Louis is about the whole thing and how he’s feeling about it because it doesn’t fit with the narrative they’re trying to push about his character. 

Again, he’s dealing with a lot of shit right now only to be constantly invalidated by Violet, who keeps telling him what a shithead he is for hurting about this, how he’s just burying his head in the sand again and all this other shit, and he eventually snaps at her and says AJ’s dangerous, which hurts AJ and it’s all over Louis’ face that he realizes he snapped and he feels bad about it. 

But Louis never got aggressive with them, he never laid a hand on them, and he was there to escort them out in the woods. And that argument of “he sent them out there to die therefore Clementine and AJ should hate him, Clem shouldn’t want any friendly/romantic relationship with him because he put AJ at risk and got him shot” is.... I dunno, ugh? It’s ugh. You act like Louis did this to intentionally get them hurt when that’s not true. 

Clementine and AJ have survived on their own for years, so it makes sense that Louis would try to justify this to himself like “they’ll make it out there, they’ll survive because they’ve done this before... this is for the best for everyone” and no, him telling them that this is probably like going home for them isn’t okay, but it makes sense for his character because he doesn’t actually know how bad it is out there. 

None of them know, they’ve all lived in walls their whole lives. It’s naïve of him, yes, but it makes sense and he didn’t do this with shitty intentions of wanting them to get hurt. He didn’t know that Lilly and Abel would be out there, he didn’t know AJ would get shot, he didn’t know any of it. He didn’t think that if they voted them out, this would happen. He was struggling with his feelings about them and saying goodbye to someone he was starting to feel a connection with. 

And he let them back in. Hell, he carried AJ into the school himself when they showed up wounded and you still wanna call him an asshole and a traitor? He could’ve said nope, get the hell out. We kicked you out, you’re not welcome here. 

He didn’t do that, he ran to them to see if they’re okay, he brought AJ to Ruby and stayed with him the entire time Clem was in the office with Violet.... AND he apologized to AJ, quietly begging for him to be okay... and when he’s faced with Clementine after what happened, he doesn’t know what to say to her. He can’t even look at her because he feels so ashamed of himself and feels all the blame for this. 

This is a moment that ties back to backstory. Louis’ emotions overpowered him, he made a decision and now AJ is shot and bleeding on the couch.... when he came to the school, they [the staff, I assume] said these kids were bad people, they told Louis that he was bad after what he did to his parents and he internalized that, and this whole this just reaffirms that idea “I am bad, I hurt people, this is my fault.” He blames himself for everything even though there’s no way he could’ve known. You can feel Louis’ genuine concern for AJ and how he’s doing, but at the same time, he’s trying to distance himself from Clementine… and well, sorta failing since he brings her clothes and they have the conversation in the dorms. 

Then the archery scene.... y’know, the scene I was gonna make a simple little post about that somehow turned into this. 

Once again we have Louis and Violet arguing because that’s what they do now, and Violet continues to tell him to get over himself without listening to anything he says, and he goes to practice archery so that y’know... when the raiders come he can use a weapon to help defend them since he’s not very good with it and needs practice.

Clem goes to check on him, and Louis apologizes for voting them out, explains that when AJ shot Marlon, he blamed Clementine when that wasn’t the right thing to do. He had a lot going on emotionally on top of what was happening around him, but after having two weeks to work through things alone, even though he’ll never be happy Marlon died, he can understand why AJ thought it was the right thing to do... and if he could take everything back, he would. He knew that the moment they came back, and he still does. 

I just.... how often does Clementine ever get an actual apology from anyone who has hurt her? A real apology from someone who means it and then doesn’t just turn around and repeat the same hurtful actions? Like... it baffles me that people will look at this genuine apology and tell him to fuck off, but will accept and continue to adore someone like Kenny who will apologize for hurting Clem, only to never try to be better and ends up hurting her even more next time. 

Or they’ll accept and justify Violet’s last minute apology for punching Clementine in the face on the boat and putting everyone [including AJ, rememeber?] at risk of either dying or being made into brainwashed soldiers by the delta. 

They both have reasons for their behaviors and you’ll work your ass off to justify them, and I’m not saying your points are wrong or invalid, but you seriously won’t even try to extend that same thing to Louis? Why? 

Well, jokes on you because I too will work my ass of to talk about Louis and what he’s going through and that’s how posts like this get made. I know not everyone is going to feel that connection to him that I have, and you’re allowed to not like him as a character, but realize that I’m also allowed to give my perspective on his character and why I disagree with points posed by those who don’t like him. 

The archery scene is one of my favorites. It’s Louis and Clementine proving that they’re able to open up to one another and say they’re sorry, to forgive the other without being petty or holding it over the other to throw back at them the next time they argue. It proves that Louis wants to put in the effort to repair their relationship and atone for the mistakes he made, to step up and not be “bad” anymore. 

I mean, Louis says it best himself. Everyone heard the jokes and the piano, after that, they stop listening... a lot of people just boil him down to a funny man who never takes anything seriously and the only thing he could ever bring to Clementine’s life is a good laugh, but those who stuck with him and put an effort into building his and Clementine’s relationship know better than that. They know how much this apology in ep2 means even with the downer that the timeline of events rushes everything a bit. 

The fact that Louis doesn’t have this big ego that prevents him from apologizes, that he can forgive AJ for what he did and still build a strong relationship with both him and Clementine, that if you earn his trust he will follow you to hell and back, that he isn’t afraid to call Clementine out on her bullshit and doesn’t have a come apart when she does the same to him, that with her and AJ by his side he finally doesn’t feel alone anymore.... it’s all just so fucking good. 

I dunno, maybe you can understand why I get so ugh whenever I still see these same arguments about him being made with this double standard that doesn’t apply to other characters.

#twdg louis #twdg clementine #twdg aj #twdg marlon #twdg violet #twdg aasim #twdg ruby #twdg willy #twdg mitch #twdg omar #twdg tenn #twdg brody #twdg clouis

[sirthisisa-wendys]

The General (part 4): Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: escape sounds good. but is it better than staying?

wc: 2.6k

tw: sexual assault and death

a/n: please don’t kill me. This is plot. No smut to be found quite yet. I’m really trying to save up my smut cards for something really big lol

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 Everything is on fire. Everyone is running around you, because for some reason, you’re walking toward the flames. Screams echo in your ears and the feeling of something tugging you into the burning building that looked like your home is too strong to ignore. When you push the door to your house open, your mother is hovering over your father, who is bleeding out as you watch in horror. When your mother looks up at you, she’s crying fat tears of sorrow, then she whispers:

“You did this, y/n. You let that monster into our town, and now look at what you’ve done.” 

A hand smooths over your face as you twist and turn, but you don’t realize it’s the General until you open your eyes, the light from the moon blocked by his body. “You’re okay. Don’t worry; no one’s going to hurt you here,” he whispers, despite having hurt you before. You push his hand away and sit up, clutching your knees to your chest as you catch your breath. “Nightmare?” he asks, and for a second, you’re wondering if he’s saying that he had a nightmare. But then you feel the sweat around the nape of your neck and on your chest, and remember the feeling of helplessness you just emerged from. You nod, looking around the tent at the table, papers, the ink, the discarded haori near the seat…

“You’re up late,” you mention - trying to change the subject - and the General huffs a laugh, pushing back his hair like he always did before he launched into an explanation. Why didn’t he just tie it up? 

“I do my best work right before the midnight hours. You’d be surprised at the formations I can create with just a hint of alertness left in my body.” He turns back to you, touching your foot with a broad hand. “Do you want to talk about your dream?”

“No,” you answer quickly, hoping he would drop the subject. 

“Then let me have Kaori fetch you some water for a bath. I would hate for you to remain as sweaty as you are.” You slide off the bed, walking around to the little desk area that held stacks of papers and diagrams and sliding one free from the stack. 

“You draw maps?” 

“Cartographers are not cheap, little one. I’ve canvassed a massive effort to make a map of every place I’ve been to… Nanami is very helpful with this, as well. He’s so attentive to details that I might have missed, so I rely on his help more often than not.” 

“And Haibara?” 

“Yu? He’s pretty easy to get along with as well. He’s my mentee, if you really consider it. If I have no children, he will inherit the throne after me.” 

“What about Gojo?” you question, sliding a map of the surrounding area forward and examining it carefully. As he drones on about the blue eyed man, you make sure your eyes cover every inch of the map and memorize the routes in and out of the camp. If you could just find a way to get over to the edge of the camp, you could easily hitch a ride back to your hometown and tell everyone about the General’s whereabouts. And expose Yuko for the traitor he is. 

“But do you enjoy your time with Kaori? I purposefully made her the head of maids so she would tend to you and you alone.” 

“Ah,” you push the map away and smile up at Geto, having finally found your escape route. “She’s lovely.” 

And Kaori would be even more lovely once she helped you with your plan to run away. 

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“How do you feel today?” Kaori wonders as you dress in your standard blue kimono.

“Quite well,” you answer, smiling back at her. She raises a brow, a grin forming on her lips. 

“Might this have anything to do with Master Geto?” 

You look back at the maid, and give her your best fake grin. “Maybe.” Kaori hums in surprise, then gathers her things up before leaving you alone again. “Oh, I almost forgot,” you begin, tying the kimono closed. “Could you bring me an extra pear or two with lunch today? I have a craving for them right now.” Kaori nods and bows slightly before walking out of the tent. 

Map? Check.

Clothes? Check.

Extra food? Check. 

The entire morning is spent pouring over the map, tracking your path in and out of the compound. You would have to walk a considerable distance, but it was perfectly fine. If you could manage to secure a horse, you’d probably get halfway home before anyone noticed you were missing, and that was a considerable head start. 

Your plan went into effect as soon as they announced dinner, and you wait patiently for Geto to come fetch you for the evening meal, laying in his bed with a pained expression. When he comes inside, he sees you clutching your stomach and hanging over the side of the bed a little. 

“Are you unwell?” he asks immediately, stooping by the bedside and smoothing your hair away from your face. You shake your head slowly, all of it an act, and he grumbles something about ‘knowing the food was undercooked at lunch’. Little did he know that you had stowed it away, along with a spare kimono of his and rudimentary copy of the map. 

You fake a cough for emphasis, and his hands fly to your face, patting the tender flesh of your cheeks and forehead. “You’re warm. I’ll have Kaori come and attend to-” 

“I don’t want her to catch what I have,” you moan, rolling over on your left side. 

“You shouldn’t be alone like this,” Geto urges, eyes frantically looking around the tent space for something. “I’ll… I’ll eat dinner here, then. I’ll stay with you.” You shake your head weakly, ignoring his panicked expression. 

“I can’t bear the smell of food right now… I just need some rest.” 

“And you shall have it,” Geto whispers, placing a tender kiss on your left hand. “I’ll be back within the hour to check on you.” And with that, he leaves you in the tent. When you suspect that he - and as a result, his friends - are all gone to eat, you slide out of the bed and retrieve your sack of things hidden underneath it. 

It isn’t escaping the camp that’s hard.

It’s running through the dead of night with only a sliver of moon to guide you that is most difficult. 

Without the daylight, you could easily mistake a patch of trees for a forest and river for a ravine. But it doesn’t matter. Your father had taught you how to tell the North from the South and the East from the West, and you relied on those skills now to guide you out of the camp. First, you have to locate the brightest star in the sky and just follow it to get on the right path. If it is directly overhead, you’d be on your way to determining which way to go. The makeshift map you have is telling you that you should wander northeast to get out of the confines of the camp, and you would be well on your way to your hometown. 

Except… 

You look back at the lights dotted around the camp behind you. 

What if you stayed? What if you stayed and made friends with the General? What if you stayed, made friends with the General, and then lured him in with a false sense of security? You adjust the sack on your back and think for a moment more.

He had let you remain in the tent by yourself. Not only was it a sign that he was finally beginning to trust you while you were alone, but also while you had all of the opportunity to escape, like you were now. Either that, or he’s more than confident that he would be able to find you and drag you back so he could execute his plan properly. 

The only thing that would come from you attempting to run away would be a chase, and you would more than likely be caught without a horse. Then, Geto would not hesitate to discipline you and make you submit to his will, and possibly never trust you again. 

“Flattery is the best persuader of people,” your father used to murmur, but you didn’t believe it back then; rolling your eyes at his old sayings. But now… perhaps you could work this to your advantage by staying. 

You trek back with the pack, dumping everything except the kimono nearby to avoid any suspicion. The kimono is placed back where it had been before, and you slump onto the bed - facing away from the tent opening - groaning with exhaustion and anxiety. 

The General returns what feels like a few minutes later and runs a hand down your back with care, humming in the darkness. He’s unsteady on his feet, it sounds like, and he anchors himself on the bed with one knee, leaning over you to brush a lock of hair away from your face. 

“If there’s one thing I know about Yuko,” he breathes, words tumbling out of his mouth like a bucket of apples. “He didn’t lie about beauty or character.” Geto slides in next you, wrapping an arm around your waist protectively and nestling his face into the crook of your neck. He places a kiss below your earlobe, then almost instantly afterward, he’s asleep. 

And although you want to squirm out of his arms and give him what-for, you don’t. The resolve in your new plan has set you on a path of compromise, and you would see this through until the end.

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Lips. They’re everywhere. On your face, trailing down your neck and accompanied by touches that stoke the flames of a fire you didn’t realize you had burning inside of you. 

When your eyes flutter open, it’s still night, but the General has let the wine go to his head. You let out an involuntary moan at the feeling of his fingers gripping the skin underneath your kimono before you snatch yourself out of his grasp, tumbling to the floor below and remembering how much you hated him. 

“Y/n… are you..” he hiccups a little. “Are you alright?” You push off of the ground in a fury, dusting yourself off and facing away from him as you yell:

“How dare you go back on your promise to not defile me, you filthy swine! Touching me in my sleep is low for even you, Your Majesty!” You spit the last two words at him, then stomp towards the flaps of the tent, which open with a flutter before you can get to them. 

Geto steps inside, his eyes meeting yours in a confused stare. 

“I heard you yelling and I--” He looks over your shoulder and frowns, squinting his eyes at the figure in the bed. “Get up.” When the man stumbles to the floor, Geto pulls you in behind him, shielding you from who really occupied the bed. 

“M-Master Geto, I can expla--” 

“Silence.” The deep bass of the General’s voice is unmatched, deadly, and practically telling of the punishment to come. Haibara and Gojo walk past you into the tent behind Geto, making lanterns glow and illuminate the tent space. “Do you know this man?” Geto roars, pointing an accusing finger at the offender as he turns to you, throwing daggers with his eyes. You look at the soon-to-be dead man, nostrils flaring. But you don’t recognize his face, nor his body. Nothing about this person is familiar.

“No, sir,” you state, and Geto starts a little at the sound of the formality falling from your lips. 

“Has he touched you in any way?” Your skin is crawling with what feels like a thousand little bugs, and you clutch your elbows instinctively. In one smooth motion, Geto turns to Gojo, who nods his head once and grabs the man’s hair, dragging him past you and Haibara as his screams of pain echo into the night. You feel two hands resting on your shoulders as you stare at the tent flaps, the fluttering of them barely revealing the man’s fate. It’s only when the screaming stops that you turn to Geto. “Are you hurt?” he asks, dipping his head a little to look into your eyes with his piercing black ones. 

“No, I’m fine.” 

“Where did he touch you?” You look over to Haibara, and Geto does as well, before waving the youth off. “Make sure Gojo takes care of…” 

“Of course,” Haibara replies, and with a sad smile thrown your way, he departs. Geto turns his attention back to you, taking your wrists in his hands. 

“Show me.” You move a hand across your chest and down your right thigh, grazing the spot where the man had grabbed you roughly. Then you swipe at your neck and face. “My gods,” he breathes before pulling you close. Tears threaten to leak out of your eyes, but you hold them at bay, trying to maintain the hysterics for later when you were alone. “I should have stayed.” 

“I should have let you.” 

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You awake enveloped in Geto’s warmth, unsure of when you fell asleep for the second time, but thankful for the body heat that wards off the night-time chill. When you move away from him, he does not awaken, but does stir a little. 

And that’s when you see it. The dragon on his arm is moving it’s head back and forth, eyes blinking lazily. At first you think you’re hallucinating, but when you rub your eyes and peer closer, it’s still moving; the entirety of its body doing a little dance side to side. 

“You should see it after a battle,” Geto murmurs sleepily, eyes trained on your astonished face. “Dancing is just how it wakes itself up.” You stare at the mythical being in silence, unsure of whether the true beast was the man before you or the tattoo on his arm. “How are you feeling?” Geto finally breaks the silence, sitting up and pushing himself out of the bed. 

“I feel alright.” He takes your hand, lifting it up to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to the back. You pause, unsure of how to respond to such a gesture, but Geto keeps moving around the tent, adjusting the sheets and running his hands through his hair. 

“Have you ever thought about braiding it?” you wonder, and Geto looks over at you with an amused look. 

“I have; but no one here is skilled enough to braid - not even Kaori.” 

Wordlessly, you trek over to him and thread the locks of hair through your fingers. 

“How do you keep it so clean when you’re on the battlefield?” you wonder aloud, and Geto chuckles. 

“Water is a resource that I take full advantage of, little one.” He instinctively stops his movements and angles his head back so you can work the strands one over the other, finally ending the long braid with a simple strip of fabric from the edge of your kimono. 

“There.” Geto pulls the braid over his shoulder and examines it carefully, humming at the sight of your handiwork. 

“This is interesting, to say the least.” 

“It will keep things from getting caught in your hair, and I’m sure it feels much less ‘all over the place’.” 

“Indeed, it does,” he breathes, then reaches a hand out to touch your cheek affectionately. Without thinking, you lean into his touch, and after taking half a step forward, Geto places a kiss on your forehead. After this signal of affection, he leaves, making you wonder what was wrong with your face and if you actually had a fever - because your cheeks felt hotter than they had ever felt before. 

#geto x reader #jjk geto #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen getou #getou x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk gojo #jjk haibara

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Robin Hood Rewatch: 3x01 - Total Eclipse

So here we are, the third and final season of Robin Hood. I’ve only ever watched this season once all the way through so am not as familiar with the character arcs and background, but let’s see how we go!

We open with our first new character Tuck, played by the great David Harewood, who has gone on to have quite the career in Homeland and Supergirl. I also want to read his book Maybe I Don’t Belong Here at some stage.

I will say that bringing in Tuck was absolutely the right decision for the show - giving a new spin to an character from the legends that nonetheless has never really made much of an impact on the screen (that the best version is the cartoon badger is telling). From memory the writing going forward doesn’t really do justice to Harewood’s talent, but let’s see how we go.

Smash cut to Robin in the forest being chased by the gang reduced to Allan, John, and Much. We have some new costumes in play, the leather shop in the Holy Land must have been having a sale. I’m not sure I care for Robin’s new look, the concept is good and I like the detail, but the execution is a little bulky, which coupled with the new short hair doesn’t do it for me. But it fits Robin’s change since the end of last season - he now has a hard outer shell.

I will say that everyone looks appropriately dirty and exhausted, like they really have been travelling for months

Anyway Robin’s on the warpath off to kill Guy while the gang tries to stop him. Although it’s interesting that John says “Do not do this” while Allan says “You cannot do this alone” which is quite the distinction. But Robin doesn’t hear that, just falls back on old habits, pushing everyone away with cruel words.

It’s nice that Much stands up for Allan when Robin calls him a traitor, and Allan for Much when Robin punches him - they also share a look that suggests they know exactly what Robin’s doing, and only withdraw when Robin draws his sword against them - a broadsword, not his scimitar. I don’t think we ever see that sword again, do we?

“Robin Hood is finished. He died in the Holy Land - with Marian.” Robin compartmentalising again, he’s lost the will to be the good man who does good deeds, he’s thinking only of vengeance now.

Robin wears a ring with a purple stone around his neck, and kisses it as Marian’s Theme plays. The problem, of course, is that the ring looks nothing like a) the ring he gave Marian in 2x09, or b) Richard’s ring used in the wedding in 2x13! I appreciate that they probably didn’t still have the original props, but they couldn’t have at least tried to match it? I suppose Robin would hardly take the ruby off Marian’s dead body, and the other ring may not have been with her in the Holy Land (we never saw it after 2x10), but this ring is a bit symbolic plot point! It’s pointless to have a third ring in the mix that apparently Robin just decided meant something.

Anyway a bedraggled Guy staggers out and they fight - in the meantime the gang is on their way, and Tuck has apparently just being chilling in Locksley’s church. Guy is getting pretty wrecked, and while two of his guards come in for the assist, he uses the opportunity to grab a small child and run away.

And suddenly there’s a huge fucking cliff within running distance of Locksley! Convenient!

The child assures Robin that she isn’t scared, because he’s Robin Hood and this seems to register - he’s not so far gone he would risk harm to an innocent, and drops his weapons.

We then get this exchange between Robin and Guy:

Robin: The time has come to pay for what you did.

Guy: No, it was you. You forced me to do it.

Robin: You murdered her. She didn’t love you, you couldn’t have her.

Guy: She should have been mine!

Robin: SHE WAS MY WIFE!

Look, I’m not saying this is ooc for either of these characters - Guy still in complete denial and Robin possessive - but I think back to the nuance of their back and forth in 1x08 and feel this could have been better, particularity since both men act like Marian was a treasure that was taken from them rather than an actual person.

They tussle again and Robin hits his head on a rock, and Guy throws him off the cliff with a triumphant yell as the gang arrives too late to intervene.

Much barrels in but is quickly put down by Guy, while John holds Allan back when he tries to go help. I like to think Allan and Much got really close on the journey back to England, because there is absolutely a new kind of camaraderie between them.

Meanwhile, in Nottingham, the Sheriff also has a new costume and there is certainly a theme here.

We also have the return of Sir Jasper, a character I quite enjoy, giving Vaisey the bad news he’ll have to pay Prince John 1000 crowns a month for botching the mission in the Holy Land.

It’s interesting that Jasper says “the King wanted your head on a spike, Prince John protected you.” If he is telling the truth (which may not be the case) this means that Richard remains a moron easily swayed and learned nothing from 2x13.

Sir Jasper is genre savvy! Very correctly pointing out that they’ve thought Robin was dead before to no avail, and wanting to see the body before all the rejoicing.

The body is in fact found by Tuck in the river, and he kicks of the religious symbolism of this episode by taking Robin to a cave to recuperate.

There’s a very good scene between Tuck and Guy where he throws him off the scent and knowing exactly all the buttons to push and set himself up as being on Guy’s side.

We then get our first look at Guy’s costume which is buckles galore, although I much prefer this one to the PVC thing of previous seasons. I also really like the red detailing on the fabric.

Tuck tying Robin up and force feeding him soup is rather amusing. I do like that Tuck is set up as an authority figure to Robin - without Marian there’s no one to call him on his shit and Tuck slides into that role well, albeit in a different way.

Robin got himself a new tattoo in the Holy Land - renewed religious fervor? I think its also the same arm where Marian once stitched up an arrow wound - but is probably primarily there to feed into the Christ metaphor this episode.

Nice attention to detail on the scar though.

Tuck lays the guilt trip on thick at Locksley, and Robin’s sheer exhaustion and grief - “I can’t help them - I have nothing else to give” - rings very true. The acknowledgement that actively doing good and being selfless is hard, that there is an edge to it, is always compelling to me. Robin has become a hero to the people at a cost to himself, he has achieved victory after victory for the people while suffering great personal losses, and at some point it makes sense that he would feel burnt out, and want to just give up.

“I even gave the life of the woman I love” however, is a gross line and I hate it. The whole episode removes Marian’s agency and reduces her to something that was fought over and nothing more, so boo writer Michael Chaplin. Boooooo. Looking ahead, he also wrote A Dangerous Deal which I remember being pretty horrible regarding the female characters.

This does seem to be stemming primarily from guilt however - Robin admits that he pushed the gang away because he didn’t want any more blood on his hands, and perhaps he feels that in encouraging Marian in his style of insurrection rather than playing things her way, he bears responsibility in her death. Now it’s understandable as a grief response, but there’s never a moment of resolution, where he acknowledges her choices. We never see him actually process his grief, he just puts it away, beside everything else he can’t think about or he’ll cease to function.

I mean come on, the ring is bright purple! Get it together, props department! Look at stills from last season and get a ring that looks the same! Viewers notice these things!

Tuck also takes over Marian’s role of manipulating Guy, who is tormented and unable to sleep. Tuck quite tenderly strokes Guy’s hair, but it’s interesting that when asked what torments him, Guy says its the fear that Robin might not be dead. He isn’t ready to deal with his guilt either (although the difference is Guy is actually responsible for Marian’s death) - as Tuck says, there must be a reckoning, but Guy’s not there yet.

Tuck then moves on to manipulating the gang - this whole episode is his chess game, moving the pieces about until they’re in the right position. Much and John trust him immediately when he shows them Marian’s ring but Allan, of course, is naturally suspicious.

Okay, this is adorable. 

Important plot point is Robin had a dislocated shoulder and therefore his arm is weak - so he can’t just barrel in like usual and rescue the gang. But Tuck is the man with a plan, harnessing the Robin’s heroic status not only to convince him to rejoin the fight, but set him up to become even more of a powerful figure.

This would have been an excellent time for Robin to actually talk a bit about Marian -  he was spurred back into action by seeing the shrine and needing to save John, Allan, and Much, but it would have been poignant for Robin to acknowledge that Marian told him to keep fighting, and part of this is keeping his word to her.

Of course, that would mean that Robin would be dealing with his emotions instead of burying them, and would be starting to heal, but that’s not the story being told.

Instead Robin mentions his father for the first time, and his belief that the dead become stars - he almost wistfully talks about lighting up the night sky. There really is a sense on rewatch, knowing Robin will die at the end of the season, that he comes back to achieve his purpose but he somehow knows - and is resigned to - his inevitable death.

Another day, another needlessly elaborate execution method.

Meanwhile, Robin pushes through the pain to scale the castle walls, and Tuck buys for time.

There’s an editing/effects issue here, where the eclipse has started and the sky visibly darkens, but no one seems to notice until Tuck invokes the crucifixion darkness - the entire event staged by Tuck as a biblical miracle - on the third day, Robin rises again.

But it’s actually quite an effective scene, with the darkness and confusion, Tuck preaching, with Vaisey running frantically around with only a torch.

Again Jasper is the smartest person in the room, the only one who found something to hide behind so he can’t get shot.

Robin chooses to let Guy live, so he can live in suffering.

“I’ve finally come to the conclusion that I don’t like you.” But...did Guy ever like Vaisey? Respected his power, shared his aims, hoped to benefit by serving him - and had some kind of twisted loyalty to him - after realising he made the wrong choice refusing Marian and backing Vaisey, it’s a fairly weak repudiation. Baby steps, I suppose.

Tuck joins the gang, and Allan is understandably a bit miffed about being used as bait - it will be interesting to see this dynamic going forward. After the Holy Land John, Allan, and Much are very much a unit, and this is putting a new dynamic in play, an outsider who hasn’t completely earned trust yet.

“The sheriff eclipsed - a legend reborn.” This is a good introduction to Tuck - his interest is in building up the power of Robin Hood as a mythic figure and rallying point - but he’s slightly dangerous as well, ready to put others at risk to achieve his aims. He’s greater good, bigger picture territory.

And Robin has accepted the role Tuck has designed for him - he buries Marian’s ring as a way of disconnecting from his grief, so he can focus on being Robin Hood, who lives only for the people.

#robin hood bbc #robin hood rewatch #3x01 #total eclipse

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Suicidal Misunderstanding XVII

Part I - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Part XIV - - - - Part XV - - - - Part XVI

Star Wars Time Travel AU #27

Anakin scarcely had time to relax into the confirmation that Obi-Wan still loved him when his Master drew back.

“Anakin- you have no idea how much I simply want to stay like this, but we don’t have much time before I have to talk to the council, and there’s some matters I really feel we must discuss privately before that happens.”

“Ok.” Anakin wiped his face with the sleeve of his robe and sat at the foot of his Master’s bed, vibrating with intensity. 

“First of all.” Obi-Wan took a deep breath. “I know this sounds insane, but I need you to believe me- I’m from four years in the future. Or I had an incredibly detailed, four year long vision. Either way- I know things. I know where the war is leading us.”

“Alright.” Anakin nodded in relief. Looks like Bant was right. Thank fuck- I hated her theory the least. “So when you-” He vaguely mimed a stabbing motion “-You were trying to ‘wake up’ - from a memory? 

“Yes! Exactly!” Obi-Wan replied, relieved at the ease of the explanation. 

Anakin smiled reassuringly, then lunged to grab a pillow to whack his Master over the head. “You- fucking- kara- blast- idiot.” Anakin grit out, thwacking his master repeatedly with gentle rage. “Do. You. Have. Any. Idea. How! Fucked! Up! That! WAS! FOR!-”

Obi-Wan snatched the pillow, “Yes! Yes! I didn’t intend to hurt you, but I did, and I’m sorry, and you are perfectly entitled to your anger, alright!”

“I- oh.” Anakin paused, sitting back on his heels, not really sure how to go respond.

“Anakin- I know the identity of the Sith Master. I know who’s behind everything.” Obi-Wan stared intently into Anakin’s eyes. 

“Obi-Wan- that’s great!” Anakin said excitedly. If Obi-Wan knew who was responsible for all their suffering then, “That could end the war, right?”

Obi-Wan continued to gaze searchingly at his dearest friend and brother’s face, gently opening himself up to their bond, trying to find any hint of duplicity.

Anakin faltered under the scrutiny. “Right?”

Obi-Wan took another deep breath. He didn’t know. This was Anakin, before Palpatine- did something to him. It wasn’t too late.

“Anakin...it’s...someone we trust. Someone you trust. He- Darth Sidious- he’s been running both sides of the war.”

Anakin paled, eyes darting to the door, voice dropping to a low, urgent whisper, “He’s on the Council? Fuck that’s bad. Obi-Wan, what do you need me to do? I don’t have my lightsaber right now, but-” 

“No!” Obi-Wan replied quickly. “No! I mean, yes, it’s bad. But he’s not on the council. It’s- Anakin. I’m so, so sorry. But I saw a security hologram of him giving the final order to- to wipe out the Jedi and the Separatist leadership.” Anakin watched in alarm as Obi-Wan shuddered viscerally.

“I saw his speeches declaring victory over us, over everything. He personally killed half the council when we finally, finally found him out, far too late. Yoda barely survived- we were- the two of us were all that was left. I spent the last few years listening to his decrees as ‘Emperor’ - declaring the scarce remaining Jedi traitors to be hunted down. Making non-humans second class citizens. Enslaving worlds.”

Obi-Wan grabbed the front of Anakin’s tunic. “Please Anakin. He- he’s evil. He doesn’t want peace, or freedom, or justice, or security. He’s just been manipulating us all for his own ends. All of us. This whole time.” 

“It’s going to be ok, Obi-Wan,” Anakin said earnestly, grasping his Master’s hands. “I believe you. If the force gave you this clear a warning- or this incredible a second chance, then obviously we have to listen! I won’t let it happen how you saw, I swear. I’ll do whatever it takes to stop him.”

Obi-Wan felt like he was teetering over the edge of a precipice. He sucked in another breath- why was it so hard to breathe- 

“Anakin- It’s Palpatine. Chancellor Palpatine is the Sith Lord.”

Anakin froze. “That’s- not funny.”

Obi-Wan barked out a single hysterical laugh. “No, no it is not. But it’s true. I told you- I saw it and- it makes a twisted sense, even only looking at the informational available at this point in time! How the Separatists  always stayed one step ahead despite our advantages. How the clones and the GAR came to exist in the first place. The constant increase in war time powers- Dooku karking told us the Senate was under the control of a Sith-” 

“We’re listening to Dooku now?” Anakin asked, getting angry for lack of a better response.

“Anakin...” 

“I mean of course that’s what the Sith would want you to believe! He’s the chancellor! Turning the Jedi against the leader of the republic is such a Sith move.”

“Anakin...”

“And- and- MIND CONTROL! What if it was it was mind control! You even said you thought that you thought Cody was mind-controlled, right?”

Obi-Wan drew back, alarmed and suspicious, “How do you know that?” he rasped hoarsely.

Anakin rolled his eyes. “You told Cody, remember? That first night? In the hovercar?”

“Ah. Right. Sorry. That first night is still a little fuzzy.” Obi-Wan wrinkled his nose. “I still can’t believe I time-traveled while high on one end and drunk on the other. It’s so- undignified.” 

Anakin snorted. “You must have taken a lot of spice, huh?” he joked.

Obi-Wan shifted uncomfortably.

“I- oh for Krong’s sake,” Anakin groaned, slapping himself in the forehead. “Obi-Wan- were you actually trying to kill yourself?”

“No!” Obi-Wan replied quickly to the loaded question. “I was just looking for a- temporary escape. I did mention that a Sith Empire ruled the galaxy and Yoda and I were all that was left of the Jedi order, right? He didn’t seem totally sane the last time I saw him, either! Not to mention, I spent most of the last three years alone in a desert.”

“Oh.” Anakin grew somber. “Master, that-”

“And that still doesn’t explain how you knew what I said to Cody.”

“Well, the day after I came back to our quarters to find you in the process of stabbing yourself in the heart you woke up, declared Master Che both dead and a Sith trick, then sunk into a self-induced coma.” Anakin snapped. “The healers, I think understandably, set aside privacy and called everyone in to try and figure out what the fuck was going on”

Obi-Wan cringed. “That...makes sense. Sorry again.” He cleared his throat. “Look, we’ve got seconds left before council interrupts- I just- didn’t want you to be blindsided by the Palpatine reveal.”

“But you admit there was mind control involved,” Anakin insisted. “Cody wouldn’t have turned on you without it, and neither would the Chancellor.”

“Anakin- I know we never liked to talk about it, but the Vod had a lot more opportunity to be compromised en mass. They were designed for a purpose we never fully understood and their entire childhood consisted of indoctrination; we already knew Dooku was involved with their ‘commissioning- we just ignored it.’”

Anakin bit the inside of his mouth, tasting blood as he restrained himself from screaming. He didn’t want to think about Kamino and he had to make Obi-Wan see past the nightmare he witnessed, before he convinced the council of an innocent man’s guilt.

“There wasn’t anyone else who might have been mind-controlled, who turned on you, or the Jedi? You said everyone died- there had to be someone besides some of the clones and one old man doing the killing,” he said desperately.

Obi-Wan’s sputtered, “That’s- that’s different- it was so obviously Palpatine’s influence.”

“But there was someone else you think might have been acting against his will.” Anakin pressed, sensing a weak point.

Obi-Wan looked gutted. “I don’t know- I want to believe you would never do such terrible things but you did and it all happened so fast...”

“So you admit-” Anakin stopped as his brain caught up with his mouth. “Wait- me?”

Obi-Wan’s face twisted in anguish but he didn’t break eye contact as he nodded.

Anakin swallowed hard. “Obi-Wan... what did I-” he cut himself off as the door opened.

Master Windu entered and squinted suspiciously at the two of them. 

"Mace!” Anakin said nervously. “We were just- crying. You know. Being attached and, and all that.”

Obi-Wan's jaw dropped open as he stared bug-eyed at his Padawan. “Mace?” he repeated, dumbfounded.

Mace Windu inhaled slowly through his nose. “Your friends had plenty of time to bond while we were trying to make sense of your more... disastrous traits.” He waved vaguely.

“You just gestured at all me,” Obi-Wan replied, offended. 

“Well, you’ll have the opportunity to help clear up our misconceptions. Master Aerdo is preparing a meeting room in the Halls so you can explain everything, just like you wanted.”

“Oh, fuck.” Anakin whispered softly. 

“It’s a different room, Anakin, I made sure of it.” Mace reassured him.

“Anakin?” Obi-Wan parroted in delight.

“Well, I’m glad you know everyone’s names, at least.” Windu muttered. “Master Che will be by to check you over one more time, she should have some proper robes for you. Should we contact Commander Cody? He’s at a pre-departure briefing with Master Tiin not too far away.” 

“No.” Obi-Wan responded sadly. “We can’t alert anyone outside the halls about even the existence of this meeting. Maintaining secrecy right now is too important. We’re going to need to take a significant amount of extremely careful action on a lot of fronts if we want to unravel the Sith’s plots- and I hate to say it but stopping the actual war is unfortunately going to need to wait for last. We’ll still end things sooner than they would otherwise, but if we meddle too much right now... Whatever story you were using to explain my- absence the past few days, please simply double down on that.” 

The Master of the Jedi Order nodded slowly, holding off on questions with well-practiced restraint.

“Alright Windu, Skywalker, get out.” Che ordered, brusquely pushing her way in with a hovercart. 

“Yes, Master Che.” Anakin acknowledged, jumping up. He gave Obi-Wan a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before he departed. “We’re going to get through this.” he said valiantly, trying to project confidence.

Obi-Wan smiled weakly, “I’ll see you two soon.”

“That’s up to me, actually.” Master Che said cheerfully, snapping her gloves.

Part XVIII

#star wars #my au #suicidal misunderstanding au #star wars au no 27 #potentially triggering #suicide references #my tags got so long that im just going to post them later as a big meta #star wars fanfiction #time travel #star wars au

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Unknown Weasley

Request: Yes / No  Maybe a Draco Malfoy X Weasley Fem Reader..? Y/N got put into Slytherin (Ginny’s twin) and never really fit the Weasley stereotype. Her family kinda forgot/neglected her and favored Ginny. Then they find out Y/N is dating Draco and they flip and she lashes out at them. A LOT of angst please, tyyyyy 💚🖤 Anon

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Draco Malfoy x Fem!Weasley!Reader

Word count: 2317

Warnings: Kind of abuse in a way 

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When I watched my older brother’s go off to Hogwarts I was so jealous. They got to go off and not be stuck at home being forgotten. I was stuck home being overshadowed by my twin sister Ginny. She was the favorite of the family and everyone always forgot that I was even alive. It was horrible. But when the time finally came to go to Hogwarts I was so excited. This was going to be my time to no longer be forgotten. Ginny got called up before me and she was placed in Gryffindor like all of our family. Then I was called up and the hat was placed on my head. 

“Another Weasley, but you’re different from the rest. Where to put you…” It thought for a moment. 

“I know… Slytherin!” It shouted and my eyes widened. I looked at my family and they had the same shocked expression on their faces. I got off the stool and walked over to the Slytherin table with my head hung low. Some people at the table were whispering about me. 

“Isn’t she a Weasley?” 

“Shouldn’t she be put in Gryffindor like the rest of her pathetic family?” 

“What is wrong with her?” I tried my best to ignore them, but I couldn’t. They were right. Great now my family will remember me, but as the disappointment… 

The first year I just kept my head down and didn’t bother with anyone. It didn’t feel that much different than at home. Ginny had obviously told our parents that I was in Slytherin and they were so unhappy they didn’t want me coming home until school was over. When I got home, boy did I get an earful. 

“How the bloody hell could you be a Slytherin!?” My Mother shouted. 

“I didn’t choose to be in Slytherin!” I cried. 

“I bet she did, she’s never been like us.” Ron said and I narrowed my eyes at him. 

“Go to your room, no supper for you!” Mother shouted and I ran up the stairs. I got shoved into the attic and that’s been my room ever since. I threw myself onto my bed and cried my eyes out, until I fell asleep. 

That’s how the summer went pretty much. My house would be brought up a few times a week and then I would be sent to my room with no food. I hated it. Everything just got so much worse and there was nothing I could do to fix it… 

When it was time to return to Hogwarts I was shocked that my parents actually made an effort to remember to take me back. I walked onto the train and found an empty compartment. I decided that I would get a head start on studying and so I took out my old books and got to reading one. Everything was fine until the train started moving and someone opened the door to my compartment. 

“What are you doing here?” The voice of Draco Malfoy filled my ears. I looked up to see the platinum blonde boy with silver eyes. 

“Um, sitting and studying?” I answered with furrowed brows. 

“Shouldn’t you be with your pathetic blood-traitor family?” He asked with a sneer and I rolled my eyes. 

“No, they’re not happy with me.” I answered, looking back down to my book. 

“Because you’ve ruined their perfect Gryffindor line?” He asked with a laugh. 

“Yes actually, so unless you’re going to actually sit in here during the ride, I suggest you fuck off.” I answered without looking up from my book. There was silence and I heard the door close. What I wasn’t expecting was Draco sitting next to me. I glanced up and he was staring at me. 

“Can I help you?” I asked. 

“Your family is honestly upset with you because of the house you’re in?” He asked and I nodded with a sigh. 

“Believe it or not this is the most attention I’ve gotten from them.” I said and his eyes wided. 

“Really? I thought they loved all their children.” He said and I shook my head. 

“No, well I don’t know if they don’t love me, but they certainly don’t like me.” I said. 

“I know what that’s like…” He whispered. 

“What?” I asked and he looked up at me. 

“My Father is quite strict with me and honestly it seems like he doesn’t love me sometimes.” He answered. I closed my book and placed my hand on his. 

“I’m sorry Draco, no one deserves that.” I said and to my shock he didn’t pull away. 

“You don’t either.” He said and I smiled. For the first time in my life I felt happy and like I was seen. The whole train ride Draco and I kept talking about what we were interested in, what we were excited about this year, and about possibly going to Hogsmeade together. Draco even bought me a few of my favorite sweets. I was shocked that the person that was so mean to my family and their friends was being so kind to me. But we understood each other. We were each in similar situations and that seemed to be bonding us. 

I thought that when we finally made it to Hogwarts Draco would go back to ignoring me and making fun of me like everyone else does, but to my surprise he didn’t. Draco actually pulled me to sit next to him and introduced me to some of his friends. They were shocked that him of all people was socializing with a Weasley, but he quickly shut them down. Lucky for me my family seemed to be ignoring what I was doing which meant my parents wouldn’t have another reason to be disappointed in me. 

Throughout that year I started falling for Draco and when the trip to Hogsmeade came around Draco had actually asked if we could consider it a date instead. I obviously agreed and it was perfect. Draco was the perfect gentleman and insisted on buying me whatever I pleased. We first went into Dominic Maestro’s Music Shop and looked around. That’s where we each learned our music taste. Then we went to Honeydukes where Draco spoiled me with my favorite candies. Draco wanted to go into Spintwitches Sporting Needs and he got new gloves for Quidditch. 

“Maybe you could come see the game against Gryffindor this Friday?” He asked and I smiled. 

“I’d love to, only if you promise me that we’ll win.” I said with a smirk. 

“Of course love, I’ll make sure to work extra hard for you.” He said and I blushed at the nickname he gave me. 

“You’re cute when you blush.” He whispered and I blushed harder. He grabbed my hand as we exited the shop. 

“Hungry?” He asked and I nodded, not trusting my voice just yet. 

“How about The Three Broomsticks?” He asked.

“As long as we can get Butterbeer.” I said with a smirk.

“Whatever you want love.” He said and pulled me along with him. We each sat down and quickly ordered Butterbeers.

“What do you want, love?” He asked. 

“Hmmm, I think I might order the shepherd’s pie.” I said looking over the menu. 

“You have good taste.” He said with a smirk. 

“Obviously.” I said and flipped my hair with a giggle. He chuckled and moved closer to me. 

“You are so beautiful.” He said and I blushed hard. 

“Would you do me the pleasure of being my girlfriend?” He asked and I stared at him in shock. 

“Y-You want me to be your girlfriend? But you could have literally any girl in Hogwarts!” I said and he chuckled. 

“And you’re the one I want.” He said and I smiled. Out of all the girls in Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy wants me. 

“Then I would love to.” I said. Draco’s smile widened and he placed his arm around my shoulder. Our Butterbeers arrived and we each ordered. 

The date went perfect and Draco didn’t want to be shy about our new relationship. He wanted everyone to know that I was now his girl, but I was worried about my family. I convinced him to keep it a secret, but he definitely took risks. When we had off periods together he would pull me into an empty hallway and kiss me wherever he could. 

“Draco we’re gonna get caught one day!” I whispered. 

“And today won’t be that day, trust me love.” He said and went back to kissing my neck. I bit my lip to hold back a moan and he smirked against my skin. 

“Y/N? What in Merlin!?” I heard my sister shout and my eyes widened. I pushed Draco off and we both stared at her. 

“Um… I-” I didn’t know what to say. 

“What are you doing to my sister?” She growled at Draco. He looked at me and I was just standing there in shock. 

“If you must know, I’m kissing my girlfriend.” He answered and pulled me closer to him. 

“What?” She growled, this time looking at me. 

“You’re dating this git!” She shouted. 

“He’s not a git!” I said snapping out of my shock. 

“Have you gone mad?” She asked. 

“No, I’m perfectly sane! Just go on and tell the family about it already.�� I said and turned my back to her. 

“Unbelievable…” I heard her say under her breath as she walked off. 

“Are you alright, love?” Draco asked and placed his hand on my arm. 

“I’m fine… They were bound to find out anyway…” I said quietly, but I could feel tears pooling in my eyes. 

“Hey, I know you’re hurt.” He said, walking in front of me and lifted my chin up. 

“It’s alright, love, I’ll be here for you always.” He said and pulled me into his chest. 

“I love you Y/N.” He whispered and I clung to him. 

“I love you too Draco.” I said. 

Throughout the rest of the year Draco and I had become public with our relationship. My brothers and sister sent glares my way and refused to even speak one word to me. Draco was always trying to take my mind off it and keep the smile he gave me on my face. But when it was time to go back home Draco tried to convince me to come home with him. I told him I couldn’t and that I needed to face this. So when my parents picked us up it was dead silent. But as soon as we all entered the house my parents turned to me with the worst expression they’ve ever given me. 

“You are dating Draco Malfoy?” My Father asked. 

“Yes.” I answered. 

“Are you mad? His family is evil!” My Mother said. 

“But-” 

“This is unbelievable, our sister is dating the biggest git in the school!” George said. 

“Maybe he spelled her.” Fred said. 

“With the way I found them, she was most definitely not spelled.” Ginny said. 

“Honestly, after everything he’s said and done to us and you still picked to date him?” 

“Stop it!” I shouted and everyone looked at me. 

“Stop talking about him like that! Draco has been nothing but a gentleman to me! He’s been better to me in this short time than any of you have ever been to me! For the first time in my life I don’t feel like I’m not good enough, or like no one can see me! Draco is the first person to actually see me for me and not just another Weasley! He makes me feel special and like I’m not just in the background!” I shouted and all they did was stare at me. I didn’t wait for their response. I stormed out of the house and ran. Draco had gotten me a ticket for the tub in case I needed to come see him. That’s exactly what I did. I ran up to the large door of Malfoy Manor. I knocked on the door and a house-elf answered. 

“How can I help you Miss?” He asked. 

“Is Draco Malfoy here?” I asked as I fiddled with my hands. 

“Yes, let me go get the Master.” He said and let me inside. I stood in the foyer and awkwardly waited for Draco to appear. 

“Y/N?” Draco asked and I looked up at the top of the stairs. 

“Are you alright?” He asked, rushing down. 

“I’m fine, but I had a fight with my family…” I said. He pulled me to him and kissed my head. 

“I’m sorry, love.” He whispered. Tears started falling and I didn’t even know I was holding them back. 

“You can stay here, my Father can have people get your things.” He said. 

“Are you sure they’ll be alright with me staying here?” I asked and he smiled. 

“You’re a Pure-blood so I’m sure they’ll be happy with that.” He answered and I cracked a smile. 

“Come, let me introduce you.” He said and pulled me through his house. 

“Draco, who was at the door?” His Mother asked without looking up from her book. 

“My girlfriend.” He answered and both his parents moved their attention to us. 

“A Weasley?” His Father said. 

“This is Y/N Weasley, her and her family had a fight because she’s in Slytherin and dating me.” He said and they both raised their brows. 

“You were placed in Slytherin?” His Father asked. 

“Yes sir, my family was very unhappy with me.” I answered. 

“You poor dear.” His Mother said. 

“Can she stay with us this summer?” Draco asked. 

“A Weas-”

“Of course dear, but she stays in one of the guests rooms.” His Mother answered, cutting off her husband. 

“Thank you. Come on Y/N, I’ll show you to your room.” Draco said with a smile and pulled me along. Maybe this will also be the first good summer I have. 

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[klbwriting]

Unexpected Allies - Chapter 13

Fandom: Six of Crows

Pairing: Kaz/female!Reader

Summary: this is mostly fluff with some revenge and soul searching

Note: I just really wanted some fluff and then it turned into some deep soul digging for Kaz

Taglist: @mcntsee​ @amwitherspoon​

Kaz could not stand how long his hair had gotten in the last 8 months.  It was brushing his shoulders and he hardly looked threatening.  And for what he was planning to do to the Dime Lion who had taken Y/N he needed to look threatening.  She had been back for a month now and the bastard who had turned her in was still in prison, supposedly awaiting a trial, but Kaz was pretty sure Mal was trying to think of something terrible to do to him.  He should leave that kind of planning up to Kaz, he knew what he was doing in that area.   "Oretsev we had a deal, either leadership comes up with a punishment for Harv or I do," Kaz said after finding out that yet another meeting had gone by and they were somehow still letting that traitorous asshole breathe.  Mal threw Kaz a look as several leadership members walked by them on their way out.   "Look Brekker, we need to come to an agreement, all of the leaders or nothing happens, he remains in his cell," Mal said loud enough for the other leaders to hear.  Once they had walked further away, he leaned close and put an arm around Kaz.  Kaz shoved it off and glared.  "Tonight, let him out of the cell, tell him to run...we'll let him think he's safe, I already let slip about the hunters' hut outside of the gates, then you can have your fun alright?"  Kaz looked a little surprised. "I didn't picture you as a thug Oretsev," he said, looking a little proud.  Mal just shrugged. "People need to stop trying to kill my family," he said before turning to walk away.  Kaz watched him for a moment, thinking that maybe he would turn Mal into a thug yet.  Then he caught sight of his hair in a pot hanging on a drying wire and snarled.  This needed fixed.  He stalked around until he found scissors and a mirror and went back to his tent, getting ready to take of it himself.  In Ketterdam he had a Dreg do it, all the while making sure to close his eyes and picture himself anywhere but there.  Now he would just have to figure it out on his own.   The tent flap opened and Y/N wandered in but stopped when she saw him shirtless, holding up a mirror with one hand and scissors in the other.  Kaz froze and looked at her.  She smiled and shook her head, walking over and setting up the mirror on the small table in the room.   "Let me," she said, motioning for him to sit in the chair.  He sat down and handed her the scissors.  "Let me know..." "I will," Kaz said, finishing the sentence.  He sat there as she started cutting, not minding at all when she touched his shoulders or his back.  "I'm going to be busy tonight."  He didn't want to tell her what he was planning even though she knew he was capable of terrible things.  He somehow thought if she saw him in that way, committing the horrors he was so well practiced at, that it would change how she looked at him and he loved how she looked at him.  He was silent for a long time just watching her trim his hair, getting him back to the old Kaz, the Ketterdam Kaz Brekker.   "I wrote you a song when I was in prison," she said suddenly.  He started to turn his head but she stopped him and gently made him look forward again.   "You were in prison, cuffed to the ceiling, and you wrote me a song?" he asked, dumbfounded.  He was once again flattered but not sure how she had even thought about him.   "I had to do something to stop thinking about what was happening to me there," she said.  "You were the one thing that kept me going.  Do you want to hear it?" "Is  it finished?" he asked.  She nodded and cleared her throat.

"Can I tell you something just between you and me? When I hear your voice, I know I'm finally free Every single word is perfect as it can be And I need you here with me When you lift me up, I know that I'll never fall I can speak to you by saying nothing at all Every single time, I find it harder to breathe 'Cause I need you here with me"

Kaz just listened, watching her in the mirror.   Y/N from the start had been honest with him, opened herself up to him.  For most people that would have been their downfall, he could use their shame against them to get whatever he wanted, but not with her.  When she spoke her secrets they didn't seem to make her weak, they made her stronger, something he had never seen before.  He knew he had kept her at a distance like everyone else.  She didn't really know him, not really.  She knew the Kaz that he chose to show her and maybe it was time for her to know everything.  Why was he hiding anything from her anyway?  Once she finished her song he stared at her.   "My name isn't Kaz Brekker," he said softly.  She looked at him, not surprised, she had probably figured out that his name was fake, but expectant.  She had hoped this would happen, been waiting patiently for him to truly accept her the way she accepted him.  He took a deep breath.  "My name is Kaz Rietveld, when I was 9 my father died and my big brother Jordie went to Ketterdam..."  She went back to cutting his hair, listening as he told her everything, every single detail he could remember, about Jordie, about what Rollins did to them, about becoming one of the Dregs, everything.  She listened quietly, finished his hair at some point during his story.  After he was finished she set down the scissors and leaned in, wrapping her arms around his shoulders from behind and just holding him.  She seemed to realize what she'd done after a moment and started to pull back, but he put up his hands, holding her in place and leaning to her.  She turned to look at him, face just inches from his and Kaz Brekker for the first time willingly kissed a girl.  His lips took hers gently, only for a few seconds before he needed to pull away.  He wasn't sick but he couldn't do more than that.  

Y/N had instantly regretted just grabbing onto Kaz like she had. She had wanted to give him some comfort after her told her his story but hadn't meant to force herself on him.  She started to pull back, expecting him to get up and walk away, needing some space.  When he instead held her there she was so happy she nearly cried.  She faced him, leaning to his shoulder when he looked at her.  As surprised as she was when he let her hold him she was less surprised when he kissed her.  She had seen the look and knew what he was going to do and she had known the feeling of his lips would make her melt.  What she didn't know what what he would say after. "I love you Y/N," he said softly.  She could tell the words sounded foreign to him, it wasn't something he had in a long time, if ever, but she knew he  meant them.  She smiled at him and kissed his forehead for a moment. "I love you too Kaz," she said, standing now and playing with his hair a little.  "I remember this is what you looked like when you first came into that prison."  He nodded, running his own hand through it.  "So tonight, after you're done being busy are we meeting at the stream."  He looked at her surprised.  She knew at least a little of what he planned.  He had been grumbling about killing Harv since they returned and yet hadn't had the opportunity.  Then she saw him and Mal talking after the meeting and knew some kind of deal had been struck.   "Am I that transparent to you?" he asked.  She nodded. "Yes, we live together in the same tent, and I listen to every word you say," she answered.  She sat on her cot and he looked at the distance between them.   "Can you push those together while I'm gone?" he asked.  She smiled and nodded.  

At 11 bells Kaz unlocked the cell Harv was in.  He opened the door, moved to the shadows and threw in a rock that hit Harv in the face.  The man sat up, ready to fight but would see nothing but an open cell.  He must have thought it was his lucky day, if only he knew that a demon was waiting on the other side for him.  He left quickly and Kaz took his time following, one of his knives dancing in his hand.  Harv went into the hunters' hut, expecting to sleep there before moving on most likely.  All he would get inside there was being shown the same treatment as his boss Rollins.  Only this time no one would find his body.   After it was done Kaz once again vomited, just like with Rollins.  He was still amazed that earlier that day that he had kissed Y/N but now he couldn't stomach having touched Harv.  Of course, having to move a dead body had brought back horrific memories for him that he was having a hard time stamping down.  He tried to calm down as he headed towards the stream to meet Y/N.  She was waiting for him on the side and he stripped, climbing into the water.  She walked over, moving to help clean him but he shook his head, pushing her hands away. "What do you need me to do?" she asked him, seeing his hollowed eyes.   "Just, sit on the shore and be quiet," he snapped.  He regretted the way he talked to her but he was frayed, he had pushed himself too much.  He got cocky, thinking he was cured of his disease but it had just come rushing back, reminded him of how broken he was.   Y/N didn't say anything, just did as he asked, going and sitting down.  She waited quietly as he scrubbed his skin raw and dressed again, sitting several feet away from her. "How bad was it?" she asked finally, the quiet feeling too strained between them. "I thought you fixed me, turns out I'm never going to be fixed," he said, picking up some pebbles and throwing them in the stream.  "How can you even stand me?  I don't do anything for anyone but myself, I can never be what you want..." "Don't tell me what I want Kaz.  I can handle your mood swings, your issues with touch, your secrets, but what I will not tolerate is you sitting there and trying to tell me what I want!  I am so tired of men telling me what I should want and who I should be with," she said.  Kaz was struck by her tone.  She had never been this angry with him.  "I spent a month being tormented, the only reason I wasn't ruined entirely is the Darkling supposedly has a plan for me, he's decided my future now that he knows what my abilities are and I will not have you trying to plan my future too." "How do you know you won't get tired of this?  Of me and my issues?  My secrets?" he demanded.   "Because I know my heart Kaz, it is broken beyond belief, I have only known loss since I was a child and as much as you think that I am so well adjusted and full of happiness you have no idea how deep this emptiness inside me is, how much of a shattered person I am.  We are both broken Kaz but we do not need to be fixed," she said.  Kaz stood up slowly and for a moment he thought about walking away from her, but he knew he couldn't.  She was right, they were broken beyond repair, but together maybe they could piece themselves together into something new.  He walked over to her and offered her his hand.  She took it and stood, walking back to the encampment together.  That night they slept close, holding hands the entire night.

#six of crows #kaz brekker x reader #kaz x reader #kazbrekker #kaz brekker #kaz #unexpected allies series

[black-rose-writings]

Reading Siege and Storm because I hate myself

To begin, I’d like to state that this is my first read-through and I only have vague idea of the plot I’ve gathered from fanfics and tumblr posts.

Long post ahead

Chapter 1

So... at first I was like - huh, this isn’t as bad as I thought, but the moment Alina gets introspective, it all goes to hell.

Like, she’s being physically made sick by not using her powers, which is making her feel useless - like, she says, pretty much verbatim: “The only thing I was ever good at was being a Sun Summoner and I’m not that anymore.”

I’m gonna beat those paragraphs over the head of anyone, who says Alina got a good ending.

I’ve also noticed just how often the like “I pushed that thought away” is used and more often than not, it’s used on thoughts that should probably not be pushed away.

Ah, yes, here he comes, my boy Darkles, being the dramatic bitch he always is. We get it, you’re the hot villain, tempting the good and pure heroine away from being good and pure.

And I’m just now realizing how many times in this chapter has Alina lamented their lack of privacy. We have to ensure the reader doesn’t hink she’s *gasp* sleeping with Mal.

Chapter 2

What?

Alina is tripping balls while being put under by a Heartrender, got it.

Darkling is being the voice of reason, but I’m getting the distinct feeling it won’t last.

Ivan gets one point, because Alina is in fact a traitor, but he’s also being a cunt, so it doesn’t really count.

Alina at Sturmhond: Do you even care about Ravka?

Me at Alina: Do you?

Chapter 3

“Mermaids are not real”. I’m pretty sure they are in the Grishaverse.

My boy Darkles is still making sense, but Alina is dedicated to being against him just for the hell of it, it seems.

Did this bitch just throw a tantrum, because he told her, what we can assume is the truth? Okay. Like, I get that she’s at best 18, but still. Not exactly the type of protagonist whose head I like being in.

And in that moment, dozens of smut fics were born.

Chapter 4

Wow, that was quick.

Aaand. What had just happened?

Chapter 5

Sturmhond is a funny bitch, I’ll give him that.

And this entire conversation, it seems like Mal’s entire purpose is to stand behind Alina threateningly and repeat what she said, lol.

I’d like to remind Alina (and LB) that a king in an absolutist monarchy (which is what Ravka appears to be) is very much a tyrant. Don’t make it sound like Ravka didn’t have a tyrant before. And at the very least, my boy Darkles seems pretty competent.

A man calling himself a Storm Dog likes dogs. No shit.

Chapter 6

I hate Mal. Dude, this is your girlfriend, maybe like... listen to her? Don’t bludgeon her with the one other guy she was kinda-sorta with, when you are a well known manwhore?

I don’t know man, I don’t like him.

Everyone: You can’t have more than one amplifier, it’s dangerous.

Alina: Haha, sparkles go brrrr

Chapter 7

In other news, pirates are funny.

Holy shit, they have a plane.

That was... a lot. And we’re crossing the Fold again, yay.

Chapter 8

You feel bad for the Volcra but not for the people you’ve left for dead in the Fold last time? Okay.

Baby Volcra. Am I supposed to say “ew” or “aww”? If I tried doing both at the same time, it would probably sound like one.

Jesus fucking Christ this book is a ride.

Did Alina really just have an “oh no, he’s hot?” moment? *sighs*

Puppy boy has a title longer than Daenerys, jesus.

Alina, my dear, you could have waited for a bit before doing that. There’s like thirty soldier with guns around you and you’ve just punched a prince.

Then again, you’ve never been smart, have you?

Chapter 9

For once, I completely agree with him. I know you two have lost your one shared braincell on that first crossing of the Fold but still, that was very dumb of you, Alina.

I’m starting to get why people were calling Nikolai “Darkling light”. Definitelly seems appropriate.

Mal, calm the fuck down, that was the least romantic proposal I’ve ever heard and you know it.

You two didn’t even let Alina get a word in for the last page. What right do you have to her, Mal, huh? Nikolai is making sense and you’re being an idiot.

What’s your deal Mal? What the fuck do you want?

And why in the hell are you the endgame love interest?

That’s an awful lot of guilt-tripping you’re doing there, Mal. No need to be pissy about it.

Chapter 10

The bones thing is definitelly yikes.

Saints, Mal, are you on your period or something? Alina doesn’t belong to you. Alina can make her own choices. Get a grip.

“You think I’m like the Darkling?” Yes. The Darkling isn’t all bad. You’re at war. No need to get your panties in a twist over a few fingers.

Oh, look, Alina has a cult now, nice.

Chapter 11

Your “dad” is a rapist, Nikolai. Quite possibly a pedo. He got exactly what he deserved.

I’d go for the second option. Especially after that stunt. Jesus, you could have asked her beforehand.

At least Darkles had the decency to make out with her in private.

Also like... why is every single person in this series so far an asshole?

Chapter 12

We meet the King again, unfortunately.

Alina gets Darkles’s old job.

This should be a total disaster, but let’s see where it goes anyway.

Chapter 13

Alina’s nuts, yay.

(I know they have a Force-bond-thingy. I also know they did it before Reylo did.)

Chapter 14

Oh boy, Alina’s not doing as bad as I thought.

For the 100th time in this book, I wish I had Nikolai’s confidence. Though it is getting a bit too much.

Puppy boy is dropping some truth bombs. Nice.

But he doesn’t realize that my boy Darkles has very good reasons to not align with Fjerdans - a) they think he’s a demon and b) they want Grisha dead.

I’m not gonna say she was, but like... the monarchy is very much corrupt.

Oh, boy, Baghra. This one’s gonna go well.

Yep, Baghra’s as pleasant as ever.

So... Baghra’s plan in book 1 really had been to just have Alina run away and hope for the best? Jesus Christ, lady. I’m not saying she deserved to have her eyes taken away, but she is definitelly a trash person and I’m not surprised her son turned out the way he did.

Also, I’m fairly certain that Baghra is literally slowly killing herself - that the reason she looks so old and frail is because she’s started to supress her power and it’s literally killing her, because, you know, she’s bonkers old.

Chapter 15

Nerd Alina > Self-pitying Alina

Also, I’m just saying, Alina comments on Zoya being attractive a whole lot - I get that she’s meant to be insecure, but I’m interpreting it as her being gay, because I need some happiness in my life, okay?

Just kill the sleazy old Rasputin-wanna-be. There’s plenty of them to go around in this series.

Chapter 16

Vasily takes after his father in creep factor.

Why not the Darkling being courted by a horny prince? Be a bit creative.

Chapter 17

Nikolai has big ADHD energy and I love him for it. Fits right in with the heavily autism-coded Fabricators.

*sighs at heteronormativity again*

*sighs at improper gendering of titles*

Date night with Mal. This is gonna be a disaster, isn’t it?

Chapter 18

Fun night of cultural appropriation, yay.

I hate cultists.

LET. ALINA. GO. FERAL. Please.

You two are going to give me a headache, I swear.

Darkles cockblocking Alina. And Malice threw a tantrum. Nice.

Chapter 19

You’re way too harsh on Genya, Alina.

Horny Alina rights.

They have a laser, now. Cool. Or, well, enormously hot.

Mal is being a drunk a-hole. Great. When does he become likable? Does he ever?

Banter between Mal and Alina? Kinda weird, always somehow comes back to either of them being insecure.

Banter between Alina and Nikolai? I’m all for it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still a Darklina trash, but like... Nikolai is fun. I could see him and Alina having an arranged political marriage and ending up falling in love years into it, that’s all I’m saying.

Chapter 20

Just let this one go, Alina, please. You two are not working out. Please, end it with him. You’ll both probably be happier. (I’m saying this with the full knowledge that Malina is endgame).

Jesus Alina, get your shit together. You have every right to be mad, because you two didn’t actually break up, you didn’t kiss Nikolai and also, I don’t like Mal.

Sooo... when is Alina going to realize her manchild of a boyfriend is an amplifier?

Chapter 21

Alina has the horny sickness, lol.

Jesus Christ, girl, I don’t want to read your vaguely suicidal thoughts.

Mal, you fucking idiot.

Alina, stop defending Mal.

Chapter 22

Alina has a logical thought? Impossible.

Finally, some action.

Chapter 23

Oh, boi, this is going great.

Oh, boi, Alina’s having another martyr moment.

And, we’re done.

Finally.

That was a ride. Nothing really happens for like ten chapters and then everything happens in one and a half.

#shadow and bone #grishaverse #siege and storm #review #darklina #anti mal #I guess #reading binges like this yeet me right back into middle school

[vs-redemption]

This is the second piece out of seven written for the one year anniversary collaboration event for the @konoblog-simps discord. I encourage everyone to check out the masterlist for today's prompt and support the other creators. Some content is not suitable for minors so please pay attention to the warnings.

Prompt: Angst (Armin Arlert x GN!Reader)

Word count: 1.7K Warnings: None?

Armin hadn’t seemed like much when you first met him during cadet training, at least not to most people. He was smaller and scrawnier than all the other aspiring soldiers, falling dangerously behind during endurance tests and getting overpowered by everyone in the one on one sparring sessions. It was no secret that people questioned his decision to keep pushing himself through, but you saw the potential in him that others failed to.

It was the subtle things you noticed at first. When everyone else complained about the brutal conditions of the training, threatening half-heartedly about giving up, Armin never seemed to waver. Even when he seemed like he might pass out from exhaustion at any moment, sweat pouring down his face and breath coming in labored pants, his eyes remained sharp and determined. Even when he’d been knocked roughly to the ground a hundred times, there was never even a hint that he might be thinking of giving up or running away. It was a little scary actually, but also admirable. Somehow, watching him struggle and endure gave you the strength to carry on as well.

“I… think I have a crush on you.”

You wished for the ground to swallow you up as soon as the confession slipped past your lips. It was so embarrassing to admit it out loud, but after joining the scouting regiment you knew that time was no longer a luxury for you. Nobody was guaranteed a tomorrow once you accepted a position in the scouts, so keeping your feelings inside seemed like a waste. All humiliation from the situation was worth it anyway when you saw the blush creep into Armin’s cheeks.

“Uh…oh.” His response wasn’t exactly awe inspiring, but at least you’d gotten it off your chest. For a moment you wondered if he was even going to respond. Surely he respected you enough to give you an answer either way instead of ignoring the situation completely. He’d never run away from anything before. Thankfully, he didn’t disappoint, and after a pause asks you to sit with him at dinner that night.

The concept of dating in the survey corps didn’t really exist. It was hard enough to try and find a moment just to be by yourself let alone create any type of romantic situation that could be considered a date. It was nice to have that feeling of companionship though. Armin always made sure to spend time with you each day, laughing at your jokes and slowly opening up enough to tell you about the world he imagined was waiting out beyond the walls.

Perhaps there were beautiful landscapes like the ones Armin described to you during meals when he held your hand in his, blue eyes shining with wonder and excitement, but what you encountered during scouting expeditions was the complete opposite of the pictures he’d painted inside your mind. The higher ups had explained exactly what to expect before your first mission, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the actual size of the titans and the amount of death and carnage you’d been forced to witness. Each time you and Armin managed to come out alive seemed like a miracle.

“How much longer do you think we can outrun death before it finally catches one of us?” You ask him sadly. The thought of losing him was unbearable to you, but somehow he still held that spark of resolve.

“We aren’t just outrunning it,” He assures you, pulling you into his arms and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “We’re outsmarting it. The scouts are creating new advantages all the time. Commander Erwin is always coming up with new strategies, and I really think the new thunder spears will make a huge difference for us.”

“But there’s so much we still don’t know,” you remind him. The mysteries of the titans had continued to unfold during your time in the scouts, revealing that there were people who could actually control the monsters from the inside, and that some of them had been traitors the entire time. It was hard sometimes to hold onto the hope that things could get better.

“I can’t make any promises about the future,” Armin admits, his voice calm and soothing despite what he was saying. “But I do know that our chances of seeing the wonders of the world are higher if we keep fighting than if we give up.”

It was just like him to say something like that, and it brought you comfort knowing that he was still the same brave boy you knew from back in the cadet corps, before everything had gotten so horribly confusing. What you hadn’t realized though, was that those traits of his that you admired so much, should’ve been the ones you’d feared.

Your heart had gone cold inside your chest when you heard that he’d tried to sacrifice himself during what everyone was calling the Battle of Shiganshina. However, calling it a battle was laughable. It had been more like a slaughter. Almost the entire scouting regiment had been completely wiped out, including Commander Erwin. You had no idea how you’d even made it out alive, and the only reason you still had Armin was due to the merciful intervention of Captain Levi and the precious titan serum that had been entrusted to him.

Armin wasn’t the same for a while after everything that had happened, and you couldn’t blame him. People were not shy about criticizing him for getting a second chance at life when so many others had died, including the brilliant commander who’d secured so many victories for humanity in the past. He kept to himself a lot, looking miserable at best. As the scouts pushed forward and began to make plans for what would come next, you thought things would get better, but Armin remained distant. He avoided you at meal times and always had an excuse not to be in the same room as you. It hurt you to see him act this way, so you bided your time until you found the chance to confront him.

“I thought it was obvious that we can’t be together anymore,” his voice was dead as if pushing you away didn’t have an effect on him at all.

“What?” tears had already sprung into your eyes, “That makes no sense at all, Armin. Why would you think that?”

“I’ve inherited the colossal titan,” he explains after a sigh. “My life has an expiration date now. Thirteen years… and then I’ll die.” Of course that had been a hard tidbit of information to swallow at first, and your heart still panged with sadness when you thought about it.

“That means we should make the most of the time we still have together, doesn’t it?” You ask weakly. “I know having the colossal titan is a heavy burden to bear, but I’m more than willing to stay by your side and help lighten the load.”

Something in Armin suddenly snaps and he gets a wild look on his face as tears spring into his eyes. “You don’t understand!” His voice was louder now and you flinch away as he points both his hands at himself frantically. “It should be Commander Erwin standing here right now! Not me! It’s not just the burden of carrying the colossal titan. I also have to try and prove that my life was worth saving over his! Somehow, I have to live up to the standards and expectations he left behind!”

“Armin…” You weren’t sure what to say. You’d never seen him look so distressed and unhinged. “Don’t listen to what everyone else has been saying. They weren’t there. They don’t know…”

“What they’re saying is right!” Armin insists, dragging a hand over his face as his thoughts continued to spiral into turmoil. “We just found out that there’s humanity outside the walls… whole nations that want to destroy us! And the greatest commander we’ve ever known is dead…”

“You’re just as great as him,” you pause for a moment before looking down in embarrassment. “That’s why I fell in love with you.”

“And that’s why I have to let you go,” the comment comes out sounding strangled and you look back up at him wearily.

“I don’t understand,” you admit, his rejection hitting you hard and sending waves of sadness and embarrassment through you.

“I heard someone say that Erwin was only such a great leader because he was able to turn himself into a devil, able to make unbelievable sacrifices for the good of the people as a whole,” Armin explains, his voice back to the flat emotionless tone from before. “If I ever hope to be even a fraction of the man he was, I’ll have to give up my humanity too. I can’t make decisions based on who I care about or what my own personal dreams are for the future. I just… can’t be with you.”

You stare at him in disbelief for a moment, letting it all sink in. That spark you’d always seen in his eyes was still there, but darker somehow. Standing before you was the same brave and determined boy you’d met all those years ago, just a different version. He’d never run away from anything in his life, and it was clear that he wasn’t going to run away from the duties that had been placed upon him now. It was just painful knowing the things you loved most about Armin, were the exact traits that ended up breaking your heart.

“I see,” you swallow back your sadness and force a smile. “Well, I know that if victory is possible for us on this little island, it’ll be you who leads us there.”

“Thank you,” Armin nods his head solemnly. “I hope you’re right.”

As he turns and walks away, you try to console yourself as best you can. In truth, Armin’s selflessness only made you love and respect him all the more. And even if he talked about throwing away his humanity, you knew there was no way he’d ever truly harden his heart to the people he cared about. Perhaps if you both made it out of this alive, you’d be able to help him find himself again, and explore all the beautiful places he’d always dreamed of seeing.

#Armin Arlert x Reader #snk x reader #aot x reader #Armin Arlert #snk #aot #discord collab #Cindy's Writing

[imagines-babes]

'rise the moon'(c!Tommy)

This is a sibling au mix in with the dreamsmp storyline of Tommy losing his last cannon life in the prison. Pronouns  She/Her. The song is Rise of the moon by Liana Flores. This ep is really good I suggest you listen to it. okay bye

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Since the day of Eret betraying him. Deep down Tommy would have doubts about everyone. Then he and the rest of Lmanburg got freedom from the Dream smp. Wilbur held an electron. Then losing the election by a percent. After that he and Wilbur were banished by the country, He loved. Wilbur would tell Tommy that his best friend tubbo would betray him. Tommy didn’t believe him. So when Techno comes. Tommy finally felt like if someone were to betray him they would have to fight Techno. The Blade. Until the festival came. Techno killed Tubbo, losing his second life. Tommy thought no one would betray him again. But he was wrong like before. Dream went to their hideout to alert everyone. 'There was a traitor among you'. Tommy laughed as he looked at Dream. Tommy thought he was lying. Everyone thought he was bluffing. Sadly, That very day Lmanburg was destroyed with a press of a wooden button. Wilbur destroys the thing he made. Wilbur told Phil to kill him. Phil didn't want to but Wilbur begged him to. Phil looked at the hole that was created by the bombs. He saw everyone was watching them both. Grabbing the sword from Wilbur, he pushes it through his body. Dead Center. Wilbur lost his last life. The Gods and Goddesses, Watched from up above, while it all unfolds. The killing, The betrayal, The lying, and The blood. So much blood everywhere. DreamXd was pleased with everything watching it crumble. One of them looked at all the humans. Looking at the blonde boy. Seeing all the pain he's been through. They know this isn't gonna be the last of it either. They walked away from the others. Greeting the newcomers to the afterlife. Months passed since then Tommy burned a house, got exiled, teamed with techno once more, switched sides, Doomsday, captured Dream, and now going to the prison to see Dream one last time. Doing all the precautions he entered Pandora's Box lava falling behind him. Dream and Tommy kept talking. Once he said that this was his last visit bombs appeared on top making the whole prison go on lockdown. Hearing the alarms Tommy tried to call Sam but it was no use. Dream told Tommy that he is going to be there for a while. Coming up a week later, Dream was getting annoyed by hearing Tommy. His complaint. His voice. He told Dream if he had, The Revival book, to kill him and revive him. Then he will believe that he has the book, till then Tommy believes Dream is a liar. Dream wanted to make Tommy feel like a fool. So he granted Tommy's wish. He started punching Tommy. Tommy screams trying to get Sam's attention. Nothing was working. He took his last breath. The boy yelled one more time for anyone. Dream killed Tommy in the matter of 12 hits. The goddess watches the entire thing unfold. Seeing who set off the bomb. Tommy scream. Him begging for his life. Seeing Sam trying to rush to the cell. The punches Tommy was getting. Seeing Dream killing the little boy. Sam, only seeing Dream stand with blood on his knuckles. The Goddess walked away going to welcome the newcomer. Tommy woke up in the dark. He stood started walking. Wondering where he is. Hearing Wilbur calling for him in the distance. He went over to him. Wilbur was happy to see him seeing someone else for a change instead of the same 2 people. Tommy on the other hand wondered where he was. ‘Wilbur where am I?” “Well Tommy welcome to the afterlife,” Wilbur showed him around. Showed him Mexican Dream and Schlatt. Minutes pass as Tommy hears a door in the distance open. "Tommy, someone here for you," Wilbur replied as he looked at the doors. Appearing a silhouette, The little one turned to notice the same person. "Who's that Wilbur?" Tommy didn't want to admit it but he was scared of this person. " Don't worry about the person, they're very nice." "Too nice if you ask me," Schlatt replied. The silhouette was getting closer. "Aye Mamacita como estas?" Mexican Dream smiled, giving a wave to the lady. "Sueño mexicano estoy bien. ¿Cómo va tu juego?" "Mexican Dream I'm good. How is your game going?" Mexican Dream liked talking to her. It made him feel at home.

Mexican

Manburg with George and Sapnap. The girl brought out a drink and passed it to Schlatt. "Here a gift," They looked over at Schlatt "Make it last Schlatt." He nods as he opens the new bottle walking over to Tommy and Wilbur. "Hello y/n, what do I owe this pleasure for?" Wilbur asked as y/n looked over to Tommy. " So this is the big man You and Drista talked about?" Wilbur nods. "Hello, Tommy I'm y/n, goddess of the souls." Tommy only saw one goddess and that was Drista. So seeing another was more shocking than scarier. "I know you may have a lot of questions and I will answer them. For now, Follow me." With that y/n gave a kiss to Wilbur's cheek. Wilbur's face was turning red. While Mexican Dream whistles as y/n laugh. "Come now, Tommy, we don't have a lot of time." Tommy walked on the side. "How long have you become a goddess?" " I was young, losing my life. I helped everyone around but I couldn't help myself. I help my brother find a new life. The gods and goddesses notice. One day I passed. Seeing them all DreamXd, Kristen, Drista all the gods here. DreamXd asked for me to be one of the gods. So I accepted." Tommy was surprised, "I heard you know the goddess of Chaos, Drista," "Yeah me and she are friends. Always cause a problem when no one is around. Give some gifts to me or friends." "She hardly has any friends but every time she visits the SMP. She is happy. so I'm guessing it's because of the chaos you two have been doing?" Tommy would laugh about it all the time she was there. "Where are you taking me?" Y/n looked over to Tommy. "I will be showing you your limbo in the afterlife because soon you won't be here. Dream will revive you." "He wouldn't revive me" "He would and he will. What feels like seconds and minutes here would only be 2 days there." Tommy didn't know to trust them. What else has he got to lose? He trusted so many people but in the end, he would end up getting hurt. Tommy just walked into a room with y/n.

The color of the sky. Seeing the wall colors. It reminds him of the days of Lmanburg. He smiled. The colors of the flowers of what Nikki would pick out. The water in the lake with fish. The meadows for the bees. Wilbur tells them to be careful. The hotdog van is in the center of everything. everything. It was home for him. The people. The happiness. The freedom.

Then he noticed the changes that happened. Underneath the lake, TNT blew up. The van is getting burned to pieces. Tommy sees his friends get scars. Smoke filling the land. The grass from the meadow is burning, turning into ash. From the flower to the bees Y/n looked down to Tommy noticing his expression. His home was blown up and he couldn't do anything to stop it. Y/n placed her hand on his back.

Tommy never cried. Why would he cry? He put up a wall so he couldn't release his emotion. But once y/n places her hand on him. He turned to her and cried falling to the floor. Y/n went down to him. Tommy just hugged her. Y/n knew that this was his limbo dealing with his days in Lmanburg. All she did was hear his cry.

"Tommy pulled back as y/n wiped his tears. He never knew that the Goddess of soul would comfort him during this time. "I know it's gonna get harder for you once you leave Tommy. But even the warrior needs a break or a cry?" "But I'm Big Man Tommy. And I don't cry or take a break. He needs to be strong. Don't be weak." Y/n just nods, "You remind me of my little brother before I passed. Always had to be strong for his sister. Once he was all alone he just cried. I heard him cry but I knew he wanted to be strong." Y/n laugh as she remembered him.

The limbo started once more as he watched. "What's Wilbur limbo?" Y/n looked over to Tommy As the air went past their clothes. She normally never tells anyone their limbo but for Tommy. It is different. "His limbo is a train in a train station. The train never stops and people inside never leave the train. Wilbur would try and go in but it usually doesn't work out." Tommy looked to his friend Tubbo with them both practicing their skills. "Do you miss Wilbur?," Tommy turned to y/n, "In the Smp. " Tommy shrugs. Sure he misses Wilbur. But all he did was cause him more pain. "Do you miss your brother?" He asked her while she looked at the floor."All the time, I try to visit him once. I saw how happy he was with the place I left him at. But when war came. I saw all the pain from where the God and Goddess live. Saw the betrayal, saw the blood, saw him get taken to another place while his friend thought he was doing the right thing. I saw him almost losing his friend once more-"

Wilbur opens the door, looking at both Y/n and Tommy. Y/n knew why he was here. "He's here for you Tommy." Tommy knew who he was. Standing up as y/n walked beside him. Honestly, as much as Tommy wanted to see his friend, he would miss y/n. They started walking to a room y/n turned the light on. "Sleep there and He will revive you." Tommy nods, going to the bed. Looking over at y/n, "Will I see you again?" Y/n was near the window as she looked down, closing the curtain. "Only time will tell big man," y/n forced a smile. Y/n knew this was probably the only time they would see each other. Seeing this Tommy was worried. She walks to the door not wanting to cry. This will be the first time she will see someone being revived. She didn’t want it to be Tommy. Then again she wouldn't want him to stay here in his limbo. She can’t change what was already set like stone. "Your brother," Y/n stopped, "Do I know him?" She looked over to him. She just nods. Tommy was laying on the bed. "Good night Tommy." She closes the door hearing Tommy reply, "Goodnight y/n." He closed his life and appeared in the cell. "You didn't tell him?" Wilber question. She shook her head, "It wouldn't have mattered if I told him or not. I would want him to live his life there instead of here Wilbur ``He would've loved to know you as his sister. The goddess of life watching over of him"

#dreamsmp #fanfic #tommyinnit #tommyinit mcyt #imaginess #sleepy bois au #twitchstreamer #wilbur soot #dsmp au

[hnychn]

𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀 [𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍]

summary : armin stood on the beaches shore as the salty breeze cradled his face, and his mind could only wander to you.

warnings : character death, mentions of blood

word count : 2300+

a/n : i am so sorry to armin for writing this, but i love him sm

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"Let's see the sea together, Armin!"

Armin got off his horse and relished in the feeling of the salty ocean breeze cradling his face, and his mind could only wander to you. 

The two of you grew up together. Your mother had introduced you to a shy blonde boy when you were younger, he hid behind his grandfather’s leg with only half of his face showing, but it was enough for you to see his brilliant blue eyes. There was something about them that gave you hope, despite his timid and recluse nature, whenever you looked into his eyes you felt like you could take on the world. 

It was easy becoming his friend, especially after you found him reading one of your favorite books in an alley. The two of you bonded over your shared interest in books, admittedly Armin had a stronger interest than you and would often ramble for hours about the plot of books and the underlying meanings behind characters and their developments, but the shine in his eyes whenever he spoke filled you with a feeling your seven year old mind couldn’t put a word to; but if there was one thing clear to you, it was that you liked the feeling. And you’d do anything to feel it until your last dying breath. 

Eren and Mikasa were another easy addition to your duo. It was easy for you to bond with Mikasa over your shared protection over the two boys, and Eren was overall an easy person to get along with. Armin introduced the idea of seeing the sea to Eren one afternoon near the river during sunset.

Armin had brought the book he borrowed from his grandfather and told Eren all about the beauties of the outside world, the same excited blush and shiny blue eyes filled with hope and wonder on his face when he told you the exact same. 

Of course, Eren hadn’t believed the ocean was filled with salt, and neither had you. It seemed too far fetched for a body of water as large as Armin claimed to be filled with never ending salt. But the excitement and hope in his eyes stopped you from arguing with him, only nudging Eren with your elbow, a cheeky smile on your face. 

“C’mon now Eren, you’re telling me you don’t believe in that when there’s literal titans walking around our world?” 

Eren only scoffed and nudged you back a bit harder, “Well it’s better than believing dead people become butterflies.” 

Your ears burned in embarrassment as you crossed your arms, a pout on your lips as you sent Eren a half hearted glare out of the corner of your eyes, turning back to the sunset the two of you were watching, “I happen to like believing in it very much.” 

Eren shrugged, “what was the story again?” 

You smiled, “My mother told me our souls are all butterflies and when we die, they’re set free into the world. She said that when a loved one dies, their butterfly will come visit you to say goodbye before flying away and they visit you again when you need it the most.” 

Armin stared at you as you retold the story for the millionth time; but no matter how many times you told it, he always paid close attention. Your eyes would shine brightly and there would be a smile on your face he rarely ever saw, so every time you would smile, he committed it to his memory until the next time he saw it. He never told you, but he believed in the story too, sometimes he finds himself wishing he had told you.

The four of you joined the Training Corps together after Wall Maria had fallen and later the Survey Corps. There were many hardships and surprises as the four of you fought for the freedom of humanity and raised in the ranks of the military. 

You teased Eren relentlessly after everyone found out he was a titan, which only led to play fights and roughhousing in the middle of the Mess Hall. Mikasa never broke these fights apart and Armin stopped worrying about either of you getting hurt, they knew this was your own curious way of encouraging the other to fight their hardest. 

But it was during the retaking of Wall Maria that changed everything. 

Before everything had started, you and Armin snuck out in the middle of the night to stare at the stars and just talk. Peaceful moments like those were few and far between, the weight of jsjdf weighing heavy on both of you. 

“What color do you think the ocean is?” 

You never looked away from the stars above you, your head tilting to the side at Armin’s sudden question. You could feel the build up of hesitation in your chest as your mind went to war of how to answer. Would you allow yourself to speak with your heart and answer his question truthfully? 

You shrugged, “Maybe it’s clear like the rivers.”  

You could tell Amrin was a bit dissatisfied at your less than creative answer, you were disappointed in yourself. You should have been honest. Perhaps you’ll tell him what color you think the ocean is after you retake Wall Maria. 

It all went to hell. Most of Hange’s squad had died when Barthold had turned into the colossal titan and you had been heavily injured when you pushed Sasha out of the way of Reiner’s attack. Nobody had been able to get to you fast enough, and you felt your bones crack when you collided with the ground. 

You heard your friends call out to you, Mikasa’s voice louder than the rest, and your body ached for rest, but you got up. You refused to die by the hands of a traitor. 

You couldn’t die. Not here. Not now. Not after promising Armin to see the sea together. So you fought on. You fought against Reiner, the screeching of your nearly destroyed gear fed into the dizziness you felt from the impact; you fought against the ache in your bones and soul that pleaded for you to stop, to rest; you fought against the pull of your body into unconsciousness, you couldn’t pass out, not here; you fought against the searing pain you felt when you were once again slammed into a building, your body meeting the familiar crunch of the ground; you fought against the tug of your eyelids and the sleep that threatened to consume you whole and never give you back. 

You fought against it all - for Armin. 

The rest of the squad continued to fight, sparing you glances every now and then, but they fully expected you to get up again. They knew you were a fighter -  knew you had plans for after they retake Wall Maria - but after agonizingly long minutes of your body laying still on the blood stained floor, blood of your own beginning to pool around you, panic set in. 

Mikasa was at your side in an instant after a desperate call of your name. You hadn’t responded. When she got to you, she could hear your shallow, desperate attempts to fill your lungs with air, only to choke on the blood pooling in your throat. Hastily placing her hands against the gaping wound on your stomach, she tried to stop the bleeding, her eyes hazy with unshed tears and fear for your life. 

You could just about make out her figure above you through the combination of the bright sun blinding you and the haziness of sleep threatening to overtake you. 

“C’mon, y/n, stay awake.” Her voice was muffled, almost as if your head was underwater, “don’t die, don’t die, don’t die.” 

Weakly, your hand wrapped around her wrist, pulling slightly to remove her hands from your wound. She shook her head, her tears now falling in clumps down her face, landing on your blood stained cheek, “You can’t die.” 

You smiled up at her. She had always cared for you like a mother would, making sure you were fed, making sure you were safe, making sure you were loved. It brought you comfort, especially now that your gasps became louder and your heart pounded loudly in your ears from the lack of oxygen. You would have preferred not to be in this situation at all, every memory you had since birth flashing before your eyes as your body grew cold, but her presence made the process just a bit easier. 

Your eyelids bobbed as you tried to keep them open, but your energy was fading and so was your life, and the only thing you could think to say to the girl sobbing above you, pleading for you to just stay with her was, “thank you.” 

Mikasa could only sob harder as your grip on her wrist went limp and your eyes dulled. She sobbed for her lost friend, the friend she swore to protect the moment she laid eyes on you. She sobbed for Armin, and she couldn’t bear the image of his reaction to your death. 

It was only after the fight, after Armin had been turned into a titan to save him, did Mikasa feel a foreign clump in her pocket. Her hands were still stained with your blood, but she pulled it out nonetheless. It was a letter.

 A letter addressed to Armin. 

Armin pulled out the worn paper from this pocket of his trousers. The edges were frayed and the paper browned with age, but he still kept it. 

Dear Armin, 

If you’re reading this, it means I didn’t survive the battle. As I’m writing this, you’re asleep next to me, having fallen asleep on the roof during one of your star gazing nights. Nights like these are what keep me going. Everyday before an expedition, I always think back to these moments, and they fill me with determination to experience another with you. 

But tonight was different. You asked me what color I think the ocean is. I laughed and said I had no clue, they were probably clear like the rivers. I lied. I don’t think the ocean is clear like the rivers. It’s blue. 

I say that because whenever I think of the ocean, I think of you. I think about how you always get excited to tell someone about the outside world and what that book your grandfather had hidden said. I think about how blue your eyes look when you talk about it, and how they shine with such brilliance and hopefulness to see it for yourself. I think about how deep and emotion filled they are, how some parts of your eyes are a darker blue than others, how they change shades depending on your mood or the lighting. 

How they fill me with a feeling that terrifies me. 

I know I probably shouldn’t write this, especially if you do end up reading this because it might cause you more pain than my actual death, but I’m going to be selfish for once, and I hope you can forgive me. 

Armin, I love you. 

And I know that’s such a shitty thing to say in a letter you’ll receive after my death, but I do. I love you, and I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner. I’ve felt like this since the moment I met you when we were seven, but I couldn’t figure out why my tummy felt all weird around you. It was when we got into the Training Corps, we were doing hand to hand combat training and you gave me a big hug later that night, proud of yourself for finally being able to take down your opponent. It was then that I could figure out what I was feeling. And it terrified me. Because there we were, training to give our lives to humanity, training to fight against the very beings that took our families from us. 

 And, call me selfish, but i don’t think I could heal from losing you, but I know you can heal from losing me. So I didn’t tell you. I lived with this secret for years, and sometimes I felt like telling you and getting this weight off of my chest, but just the image of you not coming back from an expedition plagued my mind, and I never could tell you. 

Do you remember the story I told you? The one about the butterflies? I hope you do, because I’ll be visiting you and you better not squish me, or I’ll haunt you. 

I’m sorry I broke my promise. I’m sorry we couldn’t see the sea together. Maybe in another life, where we don’t have to worry about titans or being eaten or fighting for our lives and our freedom - maybe then, we can see the sea together. 

Forever yours, 

    Y/N L/N

A teardrop fell on the browning paper. Armin hadn’t even realised he was crying. After he woke up on top of the newly reclaimed Wall Maria, he first inquired about you, hoping to celebrate taking back your hometown with him. That’s when Eren told him everything. Armin was sure he had never cried as much as he did then, never felt pain as painful as losing you. 

They were able to recover your body, Mikasa made sure they did. Armin only sobbed harder when he held your hand, its usual comforting warmth replaced with a coldness that still haunts him, even three years later. 

Mikasa and Eren stood a few paces behind him, giving him some space to take everything in while they reminisced about their own memories of you. 

The salty breeze of the ocean cradled his face, and his salty tears tasted bitter against his tongue. He felt something soft flutter against his cheek, and gasped when he saw a blue butterfly land on the frayed end of your letter. Armin smiled for the first time in a while. 

“I guess you were right, y/n. . . the ocean is blue.” 

The salty breeze of the ocean cradled his face and the butterfly flapped its wings and flew off after a strong gust of wind. Armin was a bit sad to see it go, but he smiled nonetheless. 

Because he knew, you had seen the ocean, too.

a/n: sorry if it doesn't make sense in some parts this is my first time writing a full imagine work thing, and actually publishing it, so i'm a bit worried this hadn't come out the way i wanted it to. either way, i hope you all enjoyed this :)

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