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goldenkamuyhunting · 3 years

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Hello hello! I LOVE your summaries and chapter & character analyses! I just wanted to ask...what is the significance of the bottom panel with little Ogata and his mom plus that text? Maybe I'm reading his expression wrong, but little Ogata seems to be looking lovingly at his mom (looks like a slight smile on his face)? It's interesting that this was shown near the final battle...

Sorry, I placed these three asks together because they deal with a similar topic.

Now, as I mentioned more than once I'm in the group that believes that Ogata is indeed feeling emotions like any human being but he's used to suppress them so that not only he often doesn't show them but he manages to keep his conscious side not even aware of them.

I've a by now ancient meta dealing with how characters in the story cope with guilt trying to suppress it, as this is a recurring theme through GK.

Noda seems to remark on how Ogata is so good at ignoring his guilt yet he's feeling it by giving to said guilt a manifestation in form of Ogata hallucinating Yuusaku.

Basically, unless we assume Yuusaku is a real wandering ghost tormenting Ogata, the fact Ogata keeps on hallucinating Yuusaku tells us he feels guilty, that murdering Yuusaku wasn't like stepping on a leaf for him, an act he did without thinking about it and forgot short after.

The memory of Yuusaku torments Ogata each time his psychological defences are at their weakest point, we see it happening when he was lying in a hospital after having been injuried by Sugimoto but also when in Karafuto he get feverish and, in this case, Yuusaku's image superimpose with Asirpa, creating in his mind a subconscious connection.

Later, in fact Yuusaku's hallucination will 'stop' him each time he'll try to shoot Asirpa.

We see something similar happening to Asirpa as well, as, when she consider killing Ostrog, she can't because she's reminded of when her arrow hit Ogata.

In Asirpa the whole thing is more natural as, although she too is prone to suppress negative emotions, she's not really doing it as much as Ogata, who's a lot more psychologically damaged than Asirpa will ever be.

Ogata has likely felt affection for his mother.

He remembers her, he dreams her as she sung him a lullaby, he used to love the anglerfish nabe she made, when he realized she was going insane, he tried to 'heal' her by providing her other things to cook.

When he lies about Sugimoto's last words in his mind he basically imagines Sugimoto's last minutes were what he wanted his father's last minutes to be, him thinking at his mother, him wanting to provide to her, him wanting to eat her anglerfish nabe again.

He had genuine attachment for his mother.

I don't know how he came up with the idea that, if she were to die, his father would finally come for her.

I know back then insane people weren't entrusted to a mental asylum but left in the family's 'care' the family either keeping trapped in a room that would work as a cell or disposing of them as discreetly as possible (a common way was to bring them to a trip on the mountains and 'forget' them there).

This social background could have influenced him but I don't know if we'll ever know why he came up with such an idea.

But that act likely impacted deeply on his psyche because Hanazawa never came and he lost his mother.

Possibly it's from that act Ogata learnt to bury guilt. So as not to feel pain for his own actions, for his own loss, he learnt to bury it, to disconnect from it and grew up with the idea he felt none when instead he continued to repress it... which is encouraged because Ogata becomes a soldier when he's really young and soldiers are actively encouraged and brainwashed into not feeling guilt for killing people.

And so Ogata ends up on meeting Yuusaku who latches on him like a lost puppy, without any care for how Ogata, as politely as he could, told him to let him be.

As far as Ogata knows, Yuusaku is the reason due to why Hanazawa stopped visiting his mother.

Ogata doesn't want to play the role of the 'Ani-sama' (兄様 "older brother") to the guy who, according to what he knows, caused his mother's abandonment... and Tsurumi feeds this feeling by suggesting if Yuusaku were out of the picture Hanazawa would love Ogata.

All this eventually leads to Yuusaku's demise, which, again, gives Ogata nothing. Hanazawa doesn't care for Ogata all the same. When Ogata goes and talk with him there's the implication his mother was already starting to lose her mind and that's why Hanazawa rejected her.

My speculation is Tome was a bit like Usami, obsessed with Hanazawa, thinking he would eventually dump his wife and marry her.

She, as far as we know, differently from Usami didn't get to the point she murdered someone to get Hanazawa, but he probably saw her obsession as insanity, he likely never planned to leave his wife, which is from the upper class, and marry a geisha and this is possibly why he left her, because she wouldn't content herself with being just his lover but had the 'insane' fantasy she could become more.

Anyway, while Ogata probably managed to bury deep enough the guilt for his mother's death, he just can't work out in the same way the guilt for Yuusaku's death, which haunts him even though he tries to deny it even to this day.

It's meaningful how in chap 253, when he tries to aim at Asirpa, he senses Yuusaku in the same way as he has sensed it in chap 246, when he was trying to aim at her again but, despite Ogata being usually intelligent, he doesn't manage to make the connection between those two happenings.

Actually in chap 253 the fact he got distracted by Yuusaku's presence even saved his life, yet he interprets it as Yuusaku's ghost trying to get in his way.

He lives in denial, his father, with his dying breath, cursed him so of course Yuusaku would be there to get in his way.

Either there's really a ghost in this story or Ogata is just not ready to accept he feels guilty.

And in all this mess he stumbles into Asirpa who we can see presents parallels with both his mother (she feeds him but she also loves someone who loves another) and Yuusaku.

And so at this point we've to wonder where Noda is going to lead him.

Since there was all this big build up between him and Asirpa, we can wonder if he'll face her again and this will force him to face the emotions he repressed for such a long time.

Will this cause him to be more open with his emotions and not suprress them? Will this cause him to accept he feels guilty? Will it make him cry? Will it make him show affection for someone again?

It's hard to say.

Unless Noda radically changed his plans, as I've said many times, I don't think he plans to kill Ogata... but this doesn't necessarily mean he'll make a 180° turn from how he is.

We've seen how Tsukishima tried to face what he kept inside... only to go back on square 1 and return on being a loyal Tsurumi follower.

We've seen Koito trying to be different... but then he let doubt catch him and he didn't dare to confront Tsurumi when he understood the latter knew they were there.

Changing is difficult.

We saw Shiraishi... slowly growing attached to Sugimoto and Asirpa to the point he went into the brewery despite the fire to save Sugimoto (and we've heard Boutarou saying through his whole permanence into the group how Shiraishi changed from how he was even though Shiraishi himself denied it).

Changing is possible... but it requires time... and, often, it requires help, a reason to do so. Shiraishi changed because he formed an emotional bond with Sugimoto and Asirpa due to the GOOD time they spent together. They had bad times as well, but the good ones just won.

So, back to Ogata... even if he finally were to face what he keeps inside... how much this would change him?

Hard to say but this is not a shonen so I doubt we'll have a drastical change in a short amount of time.

The story is ending, my guess, according to what Noda did, is Ogata isn't going to die but, all the bets are open on how he's going to live.

Tears when he were to face his buried feelings would be a good release of bottled up emotions but again, it depends on how he faces them. If he does it the bare minimum to realize he actually can feel guilt, we might not get them.

There's no time for him to develop emotional attachment/affection. Either he already has it, and he is in denial for it, or this is something that will require time. So it's a bit like a videogame. Will Noda unlock this event or not?

As Noda showed a flashback with his mother of whome we hadn't seen the face yet, I expect we'll get more about her... and possibly about his grandparents.

So yeah, we could get to see a more emotional Ogata, but it can also be this won't be the case... or Noda will save the best scenes for the volume version because sometimes Noda is like that.

Long story short, I've no idea what will be of Ogata beyond that I think that Noda won't kill him and that he has been building him up to have him face 'the ghosts of his pasts' and it's possible he's meant to do it while facing Asirpa but I think we should prepare ourselves for an interesting ride because Noda so far still seems to have plans for him.

We'll see... thank you all for your asks and sorry if I put them together!

#Ogata Hyakunosuke #Asirpa #Ogata Tome #Hanazawa Koujirou #Hanazawa Yuusaku #Hanazawa Hiro #Usami Tokishige #Sugimoto Saichi #Tsukishima Hajime #Koito Otonoshin #Ask

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masterhandss · 4 years

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Hamefura Idol AU! (part 2)

Here’s a completely unrelated Katarina idol art by @Sangotofura on twitter!

This is a continuation of my first post, the one that is more of an overview of the original FL game and the original descriptions of the characters. I don’t know if I want to write a story for this, since again this is just an excuse to draw, but I’m really having fun with expanding the alternate version of the world of hamefura.

It’s a lot of fun to rewrite hamefura’s story to fit in an idol setting, so I hope you guys don’t mind if I write a bit more for my dumb au dhjgfjs

More tidbits about the ‘Game’:

The game’s name, Fortune Lover: Cinderella Idol! or “Fortune Lover”, is read as “for-tune lover” by the fans (get it? tune?? pls laugh). The ‘F’ of the name is written as a fortissimo.

In the setting for Fortune Lover, the entertainment industry is the biggest industry of all time, with music being the most popular form. It has been like this for decades, and as time progressed, people’s tastes and expectations of music evolved, leading to the creation and popularity of idols.

Idol-Producers are a new project that is testing the capabilities of a idol teen, observing how their involvement in their own success can impact how they manage their time and how they can bring the absolute best out of themselves, on their own. Maria is the first idol who will be testing this new style. She is still a producer to herself, the boys, and even Sophia and Mary if you choose to have them join you. Despite being an idol, they still call Maria their “producer” and treats her like one.

The characters in the game are in 3D CG, as the game includes the dance choreography or “MV Mode” if you perfect the score of the rhythm game.

While Katarina’s bullying isn’t really death threatening, it’s more in line with the petty kind like verbal threats, sabotaging Maria’s idol clothes and stage equipment, paying someone to mess up her tracks during performances, badmouthing her infront of tv show producers and hosts, and stuff like that.

Katarina’s bullying isn’t as bad as it is in the original otome game, but she gets shunned by the public because behavior like that is only supposed to be done behind the curtains. The public has such a pure and honest perception of idols that they never think of the idea that the girls who smile and sing on stage actually try to stab each other in the back when the stage lights are off. Some people think that Katarina’s character is just a persona, so knowing that she is actually an ignorant and arrogant rich girl idol-wannabe, her fans lose respect for her. Katarina’s harassment of Maria is one of the few cases that are brought to light by the end of the game, and because of how much the public loves Maria by that point, they are enraged by Katarina’s behavior, making her lose support on all sides

Katarina had been in love with Gerald ever since they were children, and while Gerald has always been a popular boy among both his peers, when she found out Gerald was going to be an idol, she disliked the idea of sharing her beloved Gerald to a huge audience of people, so she became an idol to stand alongside him and to make herself worth of him by charming him as as an idol and gaining a large following herself. Despite this, Katarina didn’t strive too hard to be a talented idol, as she was too confident on herself due to the pampering of her parents.

Even if the player doesn’t desire to romance any of the four boys, given how the game is written and how it is programmed, the boy with the highest relationship points with Maria will confess to her by the end of the game. It would be impossible to not interact and gain points with the boys, as you gain relationship points in most areas of the games (when you “practice” your characters, when you “play” their songs, when you “give” them new clothes, when you “converse” with them in story mode, etc.). In the event that there are two characters with the exact same amount of points, the game will choose a boy for you.

Sorcier Pro.’s current president is Geoffrey Stuart (for reasons that will make sense someday)

Katarina-Gerald and Mary-Alan aren’t engaged in this au, but are constantly in each other’s presence due to most powerful bussinessmen and celebrities being good friends with each other.

Each girl has a specialty in a certain area: Katarina with dancing, Sophia with singing, Mary with acting/drama, and Maria (according to the official description of her in the box) with fashion coordination. Maria can be seen as more of a jack of all trades though, as she does represent the player.

While any of the boys can trigger the condemnation event that will lead to Katarina’s social suicide, the event is specifically associated with Keith and Gerald due to the severity of her presence and bullying if you have high relationship points with the two. With Alan and Nicole, Katarina’s event only happens for a few lines, but for Keith and Gerald, it takes place in complete detail, with it’s own animated cutscene.

Gerald’s route is also the most popular among the fans, with community surveys reporting that 53% of the game’s player base had Gerald as their final chosen love interest ( 25% with Keith, 12% with Nicol and 10% with Alan)

Monkey Girl/Past-Life Katarina

Since Maria’s name can’t be change in the game, but you can give her a “nickname” that represents the username of the player, Past-life Katarina’s name in the game is “SaruP” (or “Monkey producer” lol)

Saruchan (Monkey Girl) dies before she could finish her playthrough of the game, and all of her knowledge is based on her idol-expert best friend Acchan. She’s a bit tomboyish, and she loves to climb trees and move freely without a hint of poise or shyness, and is friendly to all genders. Her love for climbing, running, gardening with her grandma, and never ending amounts of energy gave her a pretty strong, flexible, agile and energetic body.

In Saruchan’s world, idols do exist, but aren’t portrayed in the cutesy and exaggerated manner that fiction does. Though it’s no surprise to know that in her world, almost every girl had dreamed to become an idol at one point, even herself. Acchan doesn’t find the idea interesting though, as she only lives for the idealized version of idols that exist in fiction. Acchan explains that girls their age are being brainwashed by the idealized version of idols that are presented in the media that they consume, and that they should wake up and learn to enjoy the fictional idols as they are. Despite Acchan’s realistic disapproval of idol fantasies, she does love playing idol rhythm games and gacha games, and spends her allowance on getting DLC costumes for Maria in FL. Acchan even pre-ordered tickets for herself and Saruchan for an idol concert featuring the VA of the characters, that they were supposed to attend to on the day that Saruchan dies.

She dies the game way: on her way to school and being killed by a truck that runs her over.

The last thing Saruchan sees before she loses consciousness forever is the wallpaper of the game’s boxart from her phone screen as it flies out of her hands.

My Next Life as an ‘Idol’?? All Routes Lead to Doom!!!

As usual, Katarina ends up remembering her future as an 8 year old kid, and plans to prepare for her future “banishment” and humiliation. She learns to farm in order to provide for herself once she gets shunned and retreats to the countryside, and (unknowingly) meets all the characters in the game and gains their good favor before the events of the game begins.

Her head bump still happens with Gerald, but their encounter happened in a party rather than an engagement meeting, with her tripping over a rock as she decides to run to the young man in order to introduce herself. Such introductions never got past beyond their names and few exchanges of dialogue, as the bump occurred and Katarina was immediately brought to the hospital after he called for help.

Being a girl who wanted to be an idol at one point, Katarina wanted to use this chance to fulfill her dream of becoming one! But knowing the fate that will await her, (public humiliation, isolation, and banishment to some degree) she tries to figure out ways to avoid ruining her future.

While not as bad as death, Katarina is aware that the ending of the game implies that the blemished opinion that everyone will gain of her will lead to her leading a miserable life; one that will prevent her from gaining new allies and even studying in peace without being made fun of or called out for. It might even ruin her marriage prospects, for all she knows (it doesn’t but she’s too stupid to know that). The stakes of the bad ending aren’t life threatening, but it is personal, as Katarina always dreamed of becoming an idol as a teen and doesn’t like the idea of being able to enjoy it for a few months only to be dragged down to hell right afterwards.

The Claes is a wealthy family known for her father’s knowledge and skills when it comes to trades and business, and for her mother’s beautiful opera singing voice and celebrity presence. As usual, Katarina’s father adopts Keith for the purpose of gaining a direct heir for the business, in fear that Katarina’s future significant other might just to interested in her to gain it.

Katarina’s plan is to learn how to farm in order to be able to support herself after her banishment, give Keith lots of love so he doesn’t end up becoming a playboy like in the game, and to train herself in dancing and singing in order to not embarrass herself like the original Katarina did. After meeting Gerald again and realizes his weakness, she eventually prepares (or buys, since the setting is modern) toy snakes that she can use to surprise him whenever the condemnation event occurs, using his shocked and panicked reaction as a way to distract the media from the claims that will surely fall upon her (since no one would have expected the calm and collected Gerald Stuart to scream like a girl at the sight of a toy snake, right? That would stay in the headlines for weeks! maybe).

As a kid, she has private singing tutors, and takes more general singing classes when she gets older. She doesn’t have dance training as a kid, but she does like to exercise and move her body around, so it slowly turned into the stamina-filled flexible body that she is used to.

Katarina and Keith - Their meeting and impressions are mostly the same, which the difference being that Katarina used a display axe above a fireplace to break down the door, and Keith got her injured by accidentally pushing her off a pretty high cliff in the Claes grounds while they were both running and playing chase (rather than being isolated for dangerous Earth Magic, Keith as a child was a clutz who attracted danger to everyone around him, making his older brothers make fun of him for being “cursed”).

Katarina showers him with love, making him affectionate towards his step sister, in the same as he was in the original material.

When Keith finds out about Katarina’s desire to train to become an idol, he is very supportive of her, and decides to train with her in order to be able to stand by his sister on stage (as well as to generally gain the same interests as her in order to guarantee that they will stay close as they age). The contrast being that instead of becoming an idol to gain the adoration of millions of nameless faces, he now wants to become an idol to gain the love and attention of a single person, which is Katarina uwu.

Katarina and Gerald - Gerald eventually attempts to visit Katarina to apologize for the incident, expecting her to blame him for what happened, given the personality she showed him. He was shocked to find a scar on her forehead, farming while wearing a farmer’s attire despite coming from a wealthy and esteemed family, singing and dancing to a song as she waters her vegetables. He watches for only a minute, unable to look away from the girl who danced like deflating balloon and sang off key while almost drowning her small vegetable in water. She looked weird, but she was having the time of her life, and he could see and hear it from where he stood.

In a daze, thinking he might have entered the wrong house by accident or walked on the daughter of a maid doing chores. He walks out and leave the Claes estate without a word, and visits again after only a few days, as he couldn’t get his mind off of the oddity that he had witnessed.

He eventually realizes that it was Katarina on his second visit, as he finds the scar of the odd farmer girl on the same girl who boasted about her family’s wealth in the party. After giving formal introductions, Gerald offers to walk around the garden to get to know each other better, in order to continue the conversation that she had originally forced on him back in the party (it was done to be polite and respectful, rather than any interest to continue). In the garden, they pass by the area that Katarina had planned to turn into her farm, and Gerald was in awe at how unorganized and messy everything looked (there was dirt everywhere, the tools were left on the floor because she had to prepare to meet him, there was more bags of manure than what was even needed etc! Katarina internally cursed at her 8 year old delicate rich girl body for not having the same arm strength as her 17 year old self). It was then that it sunk in that the adorable singing and dancing farming girl that he accidentally saw really was Katarina Claes. She wasn’t the very definition of abnormal, but she was nothing like the daughters of his father’s friends that cried when not attended to or complained when not given the best dresses and shoes. There was no shred of worry about her family’s expectations in her eyes, nor expectations of him to act like his perfect and matured self whenever they met in parties, movie premiers or social events, which made him yearn for her company.

After finding out about Katarina’s desire to become an idol one day, Gerald secretly planned to do the same (and even have her recruited in his brother’s agency) in order to become closer to her through her love of entertainment and to have a chance to be constantly in her presence. When he found out about the charms that male idols have on their female fans, he also plans on using this as an opportunity to gain both her attention and romantic affection, by perfecting his (already maxed out) charms as male idol.

Katarina and Mary - The two met during a part hosted by Mary’s mother in the Hunt Estate, inviting all of her mother’s old opera acquaintances, sponsors and co-workers for a formal reunion. Katarina and Keith accompanied their parents to the party, leading them to be introduced to the Hunt Family’s daughters. As usual, Katarina had the urge to “release the chocolate shark” during the party and takes an elegant leave. She eventually gets lost in the estate and finds herself in the garden. Katarina was in awe of the garden’s beauty, and stood still as she watched what seemed like beautiful siren sing by herself near a majestic fountain, with a single rose in hand.

Mary was surprised to hear an aggressive applause after singing to herself. Katarina aggressively complimented Mary for her adorable yet elegant voice, and asked who she was seeing as a singing trainer. When Mary replied that she was not having any singing or vocal training, Katarina rains even more compliments down, claiming that “her voice was that of an angel!”. Mary denied it, so Katarina proceeded to sing the same song that she had sang, as a point of comparison to make her feel more confident in herself. Mary shyly and unexpectedly joins her, and they ended up having a small and quiet duet in the garden. Katarina’s voice sounded a bit rough and squeak-ish, but alongside Mary’s elegant and controlled singing, they didn’t sound bad at all.

When Katarina finds out that Mary is also the one who tends to the flower garden, she proceeds to shower Mary with even more compliments, and asks her to visit and help with her own farm garden. Being complimented for having a beautiful voice and a green thumb made her feel validated and appreciated, so she often visits the Claes household in order to be in constant presence of her first and dearest friend. The rest is the same.

When Mary found out about Katarina’s dream of becoming an idol, she started taking intense vocal training as well as various exercises in order to be able to join her in her endeavor. She slowly built a more brazen and tough personality in order to be able to join and protect her friend from the rumored cold and intense reality of the idol world, as well as due to the antics of her friends.

Katarina and Alan - From Mary, she eventually finds out that the event where Mary duets and falls in love with Alan occurred. Katarina realizes that duet must not have been that effective because she has done the same with Mary, but is confident that Mary is in love with him because Alan is a very talented and handsome individual. A few days later, the fourth Stuart son bursts into the doors of the Claes household, and demands to meet with Katarina. She learns that Alan had developed a small crush on Mary, and that he wants to challenge Katarina for her hand. Same shenanigans ensues, leading up to the piano duel where his talents in the piano was in full display to everyone in the manor.

Katarina knew how to play the piano (just the basics though), so she was in awe listening to someone who almost sounded like a pro! Alan runs off after Gerald compliments him, Katarina chases after him, and they got to talk behind a bush. Alan wouldn’t take her compliments, but Katarina aggressively insisted that his talents are nothing to scoff at.

When Alan says that he’s sure that his brother can play just as good, if not better than him, Katarina speculates that it wasn’t the case, because everyone had things that they are good and bad at. Not everyone is the same, no one learns at the same pace, and that she’s sure even if Gerald can play the piano better than him (and she doubts he can in the first place), no one can play the piano like Alan can. The scores in his heart are his alone, and that nothing is more beautiful than the melody that the heart enacts. Katarina knew that the score he played wasn’t an existing one, and knowing Alan’s character from the game, it’s probably either an impromptu score or one he had composed by himself. Her guess was correct, leading Alan to be caught off guard by her compliment, almost feeling emotional as no one had ever guessed and believed that the music he played was his own, until Katarina did.

She shows off the power of the toy snake to Alan, making him laugh and see his brother in a different light. He still constantly visited Katarina for their duels, but as time progressed, he lost the affection for Mary (as he saw her as a little sister now after interacting with her in the Claes Household) that made him want to challenge Katarina. They still followed up on those challenges, for fun rather than for sport.

When he finds out about Katarina’s dream to become an idol, he is determined to join her in order to be able to compose songs and melodies that she can sing, intending to bring out the absolute best of his muse’s voice with his own music. Someone his age might not be fit to compose songs for an idol, so he intends to become one as well in order to gain a reputation as a competent composer.

Katarina and Sophia - The two meets at an afternoon party hosted by the Stuarts, as a celebration for the birthday of the twins. Katarina had to “powder her noes” after a few trips to the buffet table, and leaves Keith and Mary. She’s chased down by a dog, climbs up a tree, and accidentally watches a group of kids and older bully a small girl who sounded like she was about to cry. The same events occur, up to their second encounter in the party. Katarina accidentally quotes a line from a novel that she was reading, and after realizing that Sophia understood her reference, she asked for them to meet again in order to discuss their similar interests.

Everything is pretty much the same, the difference being that somehow idols were brought as a topic of conversation, with Sophia revealing that she is actually a huge fan of idols. Katarina, feeling reminiscent of her idol-expert best friend Acchan, tells her that she actually wants to be an idol herself and insists that Sophia tell her about everything she loves about idols. Sophia, who is surprised to also find another idol fan who is as young as her, becomes even more excited and tells her all about her love for idols: how they are able to wear such adorable outfits onstage, how they sing songs that carry so much meaning, how they carry their fan’s dreams with them when they dance and sing, how amazing it is to be able to juggle so many occupations at once, and much more.

With both love of novels and idols, Sophia constantly finds herself in the Claes Household in order to talk to Katarina about books, idols, song recommendations etc.

When Sophia was first told that Katarina wanted to be an idol, she was very supportive of her and announced herself as Katarina’s number one fan. As time passed, she realized she wasn’t just satisfied with just watching Katarina from afar, she wanted to sing and dance alongside her! She wants to use her knowledge of romance novels and idols to help make herself and Katarina the best idols to ever exist! She wants to sing on stage about her feelings: about how much she loves Katarina, idols and their beloved novels!

Katarina and Nicol - When he found out that someone had invited his little sister to a small book club, he was very wary, thinking that she was one of the many other girls who tried to use Sophia in order to become closer with him. He was shocked to realize that that was not the case, and that Katarina had barely seen him at all, and had opened his timid little sister’s heart. When Sophia asked Katarina if she found her appearance creepy, Nicol proceeds to explain further, expecting to see a hint of guilt or displeasure from Katarina Claes, only for both of them to be met with unyielding determination to have Sophia as a close friend. Sophia went home that day in tears, thankful to have found a friend who truly wanted to stick by her side.

The Claes siblings often visits their home so the girls can have their book club, even bringing Mary Hunt with them occasionally. Katarina, while looking a bit flustered, is capable of having a conversation with him without averting her eyes, which was a breath of fresh air to the countless camera crew, staff, visitors and even strangers who couldn’t look him in the eyes because how of how much of a beautiful child model he was. It all leads up to the moment where Katarina compliments him with how blessed he is to have such a beautiful and wonderful family, which contrasted against the ignorant adults who pitied him for having parents who refused to abuse the potential of his beautiful face and for not being as beautiful as their son, as well as for having a freakish looking sister.

Nicol, just like his sister, desired to constantly be in Katarina’s positive presence, and visited her often, leading them to be acquainted and friends with the entire group that Katarina enraptured.

When he found about his sister’s and Katarina’s desire to become idols, Nicol thought of doing the same, in order to be able to continue to watch over and protect both Sophia and Katarina, as well to be able to continue being close with Katarina (as their lack of similar interests and age gap might lead her away from him, but tbh that is never gonna be a problem with Katarina). He also plans to use his influence as a child model to propel Sophia and Katarina’s careers, as a way of supporting his two favorite girls.

Notes

I’m not sure how I feel about Gerald’s backstory, I might rewrite that if anyone kindly wants to critique it.

Instead of Mary’s green thumb, it’s her voice that leads her to Katarina and Alan, but I still think Sophia would still have a better singing voice than her, so both her voice and green thumbs both play a part in her character. Mary’s high pitched voice gets a bit deeper as she ages, while Sophia’s voice stays very high.

I really like the idea that rather than the original ambitions and goals that leads the harem to become idols in Fortune Lover, now it’s the effect of Katarina’s constant insistence and declarations of becoming an idol that leads to everyone doing the same. In this timeline, the harem probably wouldn’t have thought of (or planned early) becoming an idol if Katarina never brought it up.

I’m writing this at midnight again, lol, but yeah I’m not planning on writing a fanfiction for this, I guess, but I do want to have an established plot so rather than chapters, I’m just writing a full overview for fun haha

When I mentioned that Sophia loved idols, I didn’t realize that I might have accidentally implied that she was just as an idol fan as Acchan was, but with actual idols this time, so I went with :DD

I’ll touch up on Idol Katarina, Anne, Maria, Sirius/Raphael and Fortune Lover 2 in the next one.

I’m really happy that there are people who actually read my previous post and said that they liked it! Feedback and suggestions are appreciated! I still need a final name for the units so help me pls hahaha.

I’ll rewrite this post when I feel like adding/changing stuff.

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(Note: I’m not repeating stories he’s told before and just putting them in parenthesis. I have a lot more videos to go until I’m caught up so that would save me a lot of time. If he gives details I never heard from him before, I will type those.)

“The New Onision Gossip (^_^)” September 26, 2020 - Speaks

- He says he assumes there’s a new rumor because he was spammed on Twitch with comments implying he struck someone he’s married to. He says he addresses every rumor because it interests him and because if he doesn’t people think they are facts. - He doesn’t know where the rumor came from. He finds it the same as the stuff he’s dealt with for some time. People not needing proof, just going off of feelings. The masses bombarded his stream and said it was reality. If you’re in your late 20′s or older, you get fed up with high school drama. - Says Kai was ahead a grade when he was in high school, so he was a senior when they met. He told Kai the other day that if Kai never jumped a grade, he never would have talked to him. He wouldn’t date a high schooler. He was 26 and Kai was 9 years younger than him. - Says he once screwed up and said he spoke to Kai’s dad and his dad told him to come back in 10 years when Kai is 25. He says it doesn’t make sense and it was idiocy on his part. He says there are at least 40 witnesses that know they never spoke until later. The first time he thinks Kai tweeted him was October 2011. He says they started talking around the time Shiloh cheated on him. - (Shiloh cheated story) He says after they broke up, Shiloh made an essay about how great of a boyfriend he was. [I think he’s talking about this?] He says she was trying to woo him back after he left her. He made a song, Her Lies, instead of taking her back. He tells his audience to stream it on Spotify. Says Shiloh would try to threaten suicide when he broke up with her. He admits he did the same over his alimony payments. (Alimony story, divorce story, Skye was lazy and depressed) - Says when he first met Skye she was a social outcast. She reminded him of Wednesday Addams. He first saw her in a gymnasium, they were in the same class. He found her different than everyone else and he thought that was interesting. He walked over to her and she acted like he was a d-bag for trying to talk to her. “Typical girl emo-ness.” He waited it out and she warmed up to him. One day she invited him over to her house over AOL instant messenger. Her sister opened the door and he thought “oh my god! She looks so happy! She looks so full of life!” He says he thought her sister was her. He saw Skye walk into the picture and she was emo as ever. Same mopey, depressed person. He says for some reason he wanted to be the guy that will hang out with her, make her happy, and make her save herself from herself. - They dated for a month and he broke up with her because he realized he’d never make her happy no matter how hard he tried. He went to basic training and while he was there he decided to ask her to marry her to get more military benefits. He says she was his closest friend and he wanted to travel with her. He says it was fun. He’s kind of glad he married her, but he’s not happy about how it ended because of the alimony. (more alimony story, they took his stuff from his house story) - All of his experiences helped him learn a lot about people. He realizes most people are selfish. They live in their heads and they don’t think about other people. He doesn’t play hero anymore to protect himself. - He says he left his ex-wife for a girl because he was excited she was a Canadian pop star. He says it was very shallow and superficial. He says he was in love with her because of how exciting and interesting she was. It was one of the most intense relationships he’s been in. He says there was a supernatural element, she was one of those women that would say they knew each other in a past life. He thinks that was something she said in that goodbye letter she wrote for him after she cheated. She said maybe they’ll be together in the next life. It made him want to puke because she just cheated. - He had to call the cops on her so many times and he convinced himself it was normal. People who stay in relationships like that stay because they are told no one else will want them. He actually says Shiloh’s name and says she told him no one would love him as much as she loved him. He says it’s not quite the same. He says people who hated him loved him more than Shiloh because she got pregnant with another man’s baby. - (Shiloh body slamming the door story) He says when he pushed her with one arm through the door she dramatically fell to the floor and called him abusive. Since she called him abusive, he called the cops to ask them what they think. He says he thinks they saw the hysteria in her and the calm in him. He just broke up with her and wanted space and to sleep in his own room. He asks what you would think if Shiloh was the one holding the door and he was the one trying to body slam his way in. She would be the one pushing him with one arm away from the door so she could lock it. He says you would think of “here’s Johnny” from The Shinning. Insane mental imbalance. When you switch the genders, the guy is always wrong. He says the cops took his side. They took Shiloh aside and he could still hear them. They told her to stay away from him and leave him alone. They told her to give him space and to let him sleep in his room and she did. He says he thinks he let her sleep in the same room after because he felt bad for calling the cops. - He says there is a really weird thing she did to get him to have affection for her. He says he went to Lover’s Package with her because she was complaining that she had physical needs. He said he’s not willing to sleep with her or date her because it’s too toxic, but he’ll buy her something. He says while he was there he saw a mannequin and he thought to himself, “do women really get that skinny?” because he was with 170lb, 5 foot Shiloh for so long. He says it was normal to him that she was the same weight as him, but 11 inches shorter. He says that’s medically obese. He says he appreciated her physical form. She asked if she should lose weight he would tell her it’s not an issue. Says one time she asked him if she was obese and he said she was and she freaked out. He started crying because she said she was going to end her life because of that. He says it was rude to say even though it was science. - She told him she could get as skinny as the mannequin if he wanted her to. He says he didn’t know what to say because it wasn’t an awful idea for him to be with someone that shape. He says he got her a d-i-l-d-o, he thinks it was a vibrator. She tried to use it in the tub. She calls him in and she tells him it’s not the same when she does it on her own and she asks for help. He says they were broken up but, but they were both adults so he tried to help. He doesn’t remember how it went, but they wound up dating again. He thinks it was her strategy. - He has the Remember Love tattoos because she would guilt trip him. [hentai break up story] He didn’t want to get her name because he didn’t think the relationship would last forever. He says he got the tattoos on his wrists to remind him not to watch hentai because he uses his hands to jerk off. - He says one time he was playing Mortal Kombat and she put her mouth on him. She noticed he got more aroused when Sheeva came out. He says he’s not even attracted to Sheeva, but he was so deprived from not being able to watch internet porn. - [Shiloh & his ex-sister-in-law’s adult photos story] - He says he had chemistry with his ex-sister-in-law, but they never had anything. Their age gap was not appropriate in his mind. He was 18 when she was 15. He says it might have been legal, but he didn’t feel it was appropriate. [ex-mother-in-law scammed a website story] - His ex-grandma in law said she would shoot the president. His ex-mother-in-law said she’d supply the gun. His ex-sister-in-law said she’d supply the bullet. He says these were white people talking about a black person. - He says this is heavy content, but he has no reason not to talk about it. He thinks his ex-sil was brainwashed politically by her mom. He says he was hateful toward George Bush because he was in-part responsible for over 1 million innocent Iraqi deaths. He says he killed more people than the current president. - Says one time his ex-mil let his ex-sil and her friend drink. She told them not to drink the whole bottle. They were not old enough to drink, but he didn’t stop them because it would destroy his relationship with everyone in that household. His ex-wife would make sure they were ok and didn’t hurt themselves. They would take turns distracting his ex-wife so the other one would be alone with him and hug him. He says he was not married to his ex-wife yet. He thought the hugs were fine. Says when he was alone in the bathroom with his ex-sil she tried to kiss him. He turned his head because of their age gap. That night they all laid in the front room on the carpet except for his ex-wife. She asked why they were laying on the ground and he told her not to worry about it. He says he was holding hands with his ex-sil. He says this gives you an idea of his moral compass. Hugging and holding hands are ok. Kissing is not not ok. He says when he was at Osan Air Base, the Korean marines were holding hands while skip marching. That’s when he realized he liked the Korean military more because there was love in that group. They cared about each other. - He fell asleep holding her hand under the blankets. When he woke up, she said “what the F?” He guesses when she was drink she thought she wanted to hold hands with him. - He says you can jump to judgments about him, but he tells you so deeply who he is, a guy who refused to kiss someone that was intoxicated with a three year age gap. He says holding hands is platonic. If it was sexual, mothers wouldn’t hold hands with their kids. Hugs are fine. - He says there was a gay guy who came over their house. He hugged and held hands with Kai. Platonic people do that all the time. - He’s not sure if he dated his ex yet when that drinking story happened. - He says he and his ex-sil played video games together and hung out a lot, but after that incident, he wrote her an email. He wrote there’s a chemistry between them, but it’s not something he can’t pursue. He wants her to know she’s a special person to him, but it can’t be a thing. She hated him from that point on. He felt like she was an awesome person. - They made videos together later on and she was so funny. She was so cool, talented, edgy. He says she could be praised by the masses. She’s like the female LeafyIsHere in a lot of ways. He offered to pay her to be in his videos long after he divorced her sister. It was exciting working with her. - He says he never beat Shiloh. He called her for domestic issues and they always sided with him. He says it’s rare when the cops take the man’s side. Women cry and men yell, but it was the opposite. Shiloh wrapped her arms around him because she was trying to stop him from calling the cops. The phone fell out of his hand. He did successfully called the cops. They told him to move so he wouldn't be there when she got back from her mental evaluation after she threatened to frame him for murder. - He says in the past there’s a reason why the mass majority always took his side. It’s because he’d make videos like this to tell people how it was. - Says the Twitch chat was saying, “you beat your wife.” He told them, “what wife? I’m married to a dude.” He says it was a weird stream and he wore a mustache and sunglasses while rocking out to Rammstein.

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wlw-imagines-blog · 5 years

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Abandonment, Enthroned. {Part 3} (Fem!reader x Wanda Maximoff)

Part 1, Part 2

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader

Warnings: None for this part

Tags: apocalypse au, enemies to friends to lovers, no powers au,

Word count: 2.6K

Summary: “All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey. I’ve been on a walk, on a winter’s day” - John Philips

After checking on Goat, you surveyed the apple orchard. You gathered two whole baskets of red and green apples, picking more off the garden floor than from the branches. Maybe if you went into town next week, you could find enough spices and sugar to make a pie. You smiled. That'd brighten both your and Wanda's mood. You pulled the little hand wagon full of apples and freshly picked blackberries behind you, just around the edge of the estate.

The dirt path separated the cornfield from the wild berry bushes that prowled closer, and closer to the house.

The sight made you smile. There was something so beautiful about how mature always found a way to grow and adapt despite humanity’s meddling.

You remembered what your mother would say when you helped her prune the apple trees as a young girl. The forest can grow without humans, but humans can’t grow without the forest.

It was not hard to imagine what the farm would look like without any care from you. You could already see the invasive sap suckers moving in to demolish the orchard. Tough weeds and ivy crawling and choking out the cornfield and destroying the greenhouse. The blackberry bushes would eventually dominate the house, alongside ivy and ferns.

This wasn’t just a daydream. You knew that in a few years, maybe decades, that that would be the future of your safe haven.

You looked up as you strolled. Every inch of the sky was covered with grey, but the clouds had yet to open and release.

As you turned the corner, a figure emerged from the tall stalks of corn, dark and staggering.

You stopped, blood turning to ice. The gun you kept in your waistband was in your hand within a second, safety off.

The man, tall and fit, was facing away, only turning when he heard the clank of the wagon handle hitting the ground.

He was light skinned, with long, dark hair. His bright eyes were clouded with a heavy glare. The jacket he wore was black, just like his boots and pants. The insignia was scratched off.

Much like the one Wanda wore, the day you met her.

His face was weather beaten, hair matted, hands bound in weathered bandages. The look in his eye made your heart twist; he seemed so lost, face pinched and confused.

He stood between you and the house.

Between you and Wanda.

"I'm not accepting visitors today," you called out, voice even. It took everything to choke down the fear.

There would have been the option to invite him inside, maybe even help him, if Wanda wasn't upstairs. If she wasn't resting inside, injured, barely able to walk. She was in no state to defend herself.

You called out again. "Come back in two weeks, I might be able to help you. But not now."

The man did nothing. He watched you, sharp blue eyes glancing over the wagon, to the gunning your hand.

"Get out of here, before I get twitchy," you stepped closer.

He pursed his lips, eyes narrowing.

“Two weeks,” he repeated after what felt like an eternity, before turning away.

Your throat constricted, tight until he walked past the house. You followed him for a few paces, making sure he stayed far away from Wanda.

The man disappeared down the cracked asphalt road, and you watched before fetching the wagon. You hadn't even realized the sweat that had formed on your brow, despite the cold.

As you approached the house, you saw Wanda standing in window of the second floor bedroom. Her eyes were darting from you, to where the man had last been. As she stepped away, you pulled the wagon into the house.

"Who was that?" Wanda asked as you stepped through the front door. She stood with her arms crossed while you carried the baskets to the kitchen. "What did he want? Where was he from?"

You gave her a once over, taking in her pale face and fidgeting hands. There was an unfamiliar tension in Wanda’s shoulders, one that trickled into her voice.

She was nervous. Terrified, even.

Her eyes kept shifting from you to the front door, as though she was waiting for the strange man to bust through. You couldn’t but feel the same jitters Wanda was emitting.

“I don’t know,” You placed the basket of apples down. “He didn’t say, I chased him away before he spoke a word. Why?”

“Nothing, never mind,” she said quickly, turning back to the living room.

It was your turn to cross your arms. “Don’t think I didn’t recognize that jacket he was wearing, Wanda.”

She froze, back stiff. “What about it?”

“You were wearing the same one when you showed up here, right?” You asked, walking to the basket of laundry. The jacket sat on top of the heap. “With the symbols all scratched out?”

Wanda audibly swallowed, forcing calm.

Pulling it out, you continued. “Is your last name Maximoff?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Is that a no?” You stepped closer to her. “ Then who are you? What militia were you a part of?”

“I’m not a part of any militia! Not anymore.”

“Are you AWOL?”

“I- no, I’m not!” Wanda snapped.

“Then are you? A one woman army?” You threw the jacket onto the ground. “Who was that man outside, Wanda? You knew him, didn’t you?”

She said nothing, just shook her head.

“Wanda,” you pressed your hands together, remembering to breathe. “I cannot let you stay if you’re AWOL. I-I don’t want to get mixed up in the Militia, and the fucking stupid war on the East Coast. If your presence attracts headhunters, or mercenaries from the New Alliance, you need to leave. Now.”

Wanda turned, eyes wild with panic. “They aren’t looking for me, because they think I’m dead. They think my brother killed me three weeks ago.”

Your mouth turned dry. “What?”

She winced, hand hovering over the bandage on her hip. Sitting down heavily on the couch, Wanda only continued when you sat next to her.

“My brother and I, we joined the New Alliance Militia before the war even started. The New Alliance promised to end the nuclear wars, or at least find a way to stop the fighting within America. We were foolish enough to believe it. And at one point, w-we thought we were doing the right thing.” She lowered her eyes. “I didn’t know they were being paid by the government. Or that they were ravaging every city they came upon. I thought we lived in a new utopia that the New Alliance created. I thought it was perfect. I only figured out the truth a month ago, when I caught a broadcast by the Protectors over the transmitters.”

You listened, heart hammering. She had a brother? The boy from the photo?

“I knew I needed to get out. I planned to disappear and go north, as far as I could until the Militia couldn’t find me. But,” Wanda choked on her words. “My brother found out what i was planning, and he turned me in. I was going to be court martialed for abandonment and punished”

“Punished?”

“Privately executed.”

“Jesus Christ,” You whispered, hand over your mouth.“How did you escape?”

You saw the muscle in her jaw flex. “My brother saved me. When it came to the execution, he turned a blind eye; he helped me.”

“Why? Wasn’t he the one that turned you in?”

“I’m the only family he has left. He couldn’t go through with it. I got out of there and began to head east-”

“-And met me,” you finished, grimacing at your first impressions of each other.

She nodded.

“So, who was that outside?” you broached the topic carefully. ‘Why was he here?”

Wanda stood heavily, walking to the window. “I don’t know his real name. In fact, I’m pretty certain he doesn’t have one. The other soldiers in the Militia would call him the Winter Soldier.”

“Oh God,” You had heard the name mentioned several times over transmissions and radio channels. The Winter Soldier was the face of the New Alliance Militia. He was formidable, and credited for eradicating whole factions of Protectors.

The New Alliance’s favorite attack dog had been standing a few feet in front of you, just moments ago.

“There were rumors in the camp that every night, the Militia leader, Colonel Rumlow, and the other doctors brainwash him to be a killer,” she continued. “Sometimes when I was on evening parole, I could hear machines and screaming from his compound.”

“He... he could’ve...” your hands were clammy. “He could have killed us. Why didn’t he?”

Wanda paced, each step labored. “I don’t know. At first I thought the Militia had found out I escaped, and that maybe he was here for me, but he saw me in the window and left without a fight.”

“He was alone, and pretty beaten up. The insignia on his jacket was ripped off, like your’s was,” You scratched your cheek. “Is there any chance he could be AWOL?”

“No,” she answered almost immediately. “I mean, he was the Militia’s most loyal soldier. I don’t know what could have make him turn.”

You nodded slowly. “Anything’s possible.”

“That’s true,” Wanda replied.

“He’ll probably come back.”

“Maybe.”

“We’ll be ready.”

She let out a dissonant laugh. “Yeah, and he’ll kill us before we blink.”

“He’s going to come back,” you remembered the encounter. “He said so himself.”

Wanda hummed, fingers brushing against the dog tags. “Then we’re definitely screwed.”

***

“North? North? You there?” The radio crackled to life. “It’s Queens, you awake?”

You seated yourself at your desk, on the desk light. “I’m here, is the channel secure?”

“Yup,” Queens sounded tired. You could imagine the young man, sitting in the pickup truck in the middle of nowhere, under the stars. Anxiety gripped your heart. “I’m gonna need some directions, North.”

“Where are you now?” You pulled out the various road maps that you had stored away. The study was next to your bedroom, and the second room that you frequented the most. Through the wall, you could hear Wanda tossing in bed.

You waited, listening to him yawn. “I’m in Illinois, just outside Chicago.”

“When was the last time you slept?” The clock on your desk read 2:36 am. “You need to be alert when you drive, Queens.”

“I’ve been driving non-stop,” He replied, letting out another yawn. “The truck’s tank is almost empty.”

You shook your head. “What are you going to do?”

There was a pause. “I...I don’t know.”

Despair was so thick in his voice, it made your eyebrows furrow. You cleared your throat, looking down at the map. “You’re almost here. It might take you a few more days, but you should be able to arrive without any problems.”

“Really?” Queens seemed to perk up. “Tell me how far I am.”

You were hesitant to give him a list of highways and slip routes to take. What if the channel wasn’t secure? What if someone was listening right now? prayed to god that Queens remembered most of them, there was a quiet knock at the door.

“Come in,” you called to the door. Wanda poked her head in, showing no traces of ever sleeping.

She wore her pajamas and one of your sweaters, arms crossed against the chill of the house. You nodded when she mouthed can I come in?

“Okay, North,” Queens said. “I’m going to settle in for the night. My eyes can’t stay open.”

“Sounds good, kiddo. Make sure you lock the doors and stay out of sight,” you responded.

“Aye aye captain,”

You grinned. “Goodnight. See you in a few days.”

“Goodnight, see you soon.”

You laughed softly and turned off the radio.

“Who was that?” She asked, sitting on the leather couch next to the desk. Her legs were crossed, hands folded. Your eyes landed on the strands of hair that had fallen out of her pony tail. The gas lantern on your desk illuminated her eyes, letting a warm light fall over her skin.

“Queens,” you responded, unable to swallow. “He’s a kid I found over the radio a year ago.”

She frowned. “Queens?”

“His code name,” you explained. “We can never be certain if the channel is secure, so we try to avoid using real names. I’ve already taken a risk in telling him how to get here.”

“And you’re ‘North’?”

“Uh huh. Like North Dakota.”

“Why are you helping him?” She asked carefully.

You smiled, a little strained. “Queens just got into high school when war broke out. There are so many people, especially kids, that are suffering because of this war. I want to help him get out in one piece.”

“He’s just some random kid?”

“He’s just some random kid.” You sat back in your chair. “He’s actually quite brilliant. I think he hasn’t gotten this far on pure luck; the kid’s a genius with machines.”

Wanda offered you a rare smile. “That’s really kind of you to help him.”

“It helps me sleep at night,” you shrugged, forcing nonchalance. The complement caught you off guard.

Wanda shook her head, face pinched. It was as though she could not muster the energy to be frustrated with you. “You’re a good person, Y/N.”

You laughed bitterly. “Wanda, I wasn’t always the bleeding heart humanitarian you see before you.” Leaning towards her, elbows on your knees, you spoke in a whisper. “It takes more than what you’re willing to give to live in the blast zone. You can’t tell me that I’m a good person, not after what I’ve done to get here.”

Wanda watched you intently as you rambled.

“It’s never been easy out here. Not once have I woken up and been glad to be alive; not since the war started. You have to be ruthless to survive, and I’m so damn tired of surviving. I want to live, and feel alive.” You choked out the last word, head dropping to your hands. “Wanda, it took so much of me to find a home in this wreckage. I’m so... so different now.”

If you knew everything, you’d call me a monster.

There was silence as you took in ragged breaths, as though you had never learnt to breathe. Those were words you had not ever spoken aloud. Instead of felling like a weight being lifted, the confession felt like a brick falling through glass, and now you were picking up the pieces. The moment the words were out, you felt hot embarrassment work its way through your system. God, did Wanda really want to hear about your sob story now?

You felt a cool hand on your wrist, pulling your hands away from your face.

Instead of the usual vindictive look she held in her eyes, Wanda was looking at you with nothing but sympathy. The corners of her lips were pulled into a soft smile that chipped away at the husk around your heart.

“It’s never too late to change, Y/N,” she murmured, eyes glancing down to where her hand encircled your wrist. “I know that better than anyone.”

Before you could think, your finger brushed over her knuckles, a gesture so intimate and unfamiliar. You closed your eyes.

“Thank you, Wanda.”

As fast as it happened, the hand was gone. When you looked up, Wanda was standing, appearing equally stunned as apologetic. In the dim light, you could see the faintest blush on her cheeks, but ignored it for now.

“Wanda, wait, plea-”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” she said quickly, unable to meet your gaze. “See you tomorrow.”

The door closed hastily, leaving you alone in your study, unable to comprehend what just happened.

As you extinguished the lantern, you felt the phantom sensations of Wanda’s hand around your wrist, gentle and comforting.

As you crawled into the guest room’s bed, you forced yourself to stop over analyzing everything about Wanda.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagines #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch imagines #apocalypse au #enemies to friends to lovers #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fic #Marvel AU

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rayofsunas · 5 years

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the price of loving you— heo hyunjoon

A/N: I’ve been obsessed with the boyz for around one month or two now, and honestly? I’m glad I decided to stan these twelve adorable dorks. Also can we just take a second to admire my baby?

Pairings: Heo Hyunjoon (Hwall) x Fem! Reader

Summary: in which a couple is no longer allowed to be together. their relationship is illegal and threatened.

Warnings: swearing, demons, angst, angels, demon au!, angel au!, controlling government, implied smut, forced angel and demon breeding (impregnation + its only briefly brought up btw)

Words: 1,367

It was unfair that demons had to be kept apart from each other, while angels could mingle with other angels. It was unfair, discrimination in a way, and was starting to affect society harshly.

This all started millions of years ago. When angels and demons — who were also once angels — roamed the earth together in peaceful harmony. Angels and Demons used to get along. But now? The angels were putting rules and laws into play, saying any demon who fell in love with another demon would be sentenced to life behind bars or even worse, a painful death.

Why? Because once society got a grip of the whole demon and angel situation, they realized that demon couples were up to no good. But that wasn't the case for some demons out there. Some of them just wanted to live peacefully with their soulmate, their counterpart. Sure most demons had ulterior motives, but others were working to make a change in the way society saw them.

That's where you and Hyunjoon came in to play. Two young demons, eighteen and nineteen, who got caught up in the crossfire between angels and demons.

All your lives, you both had heard stories of how demons were meant to be only with demons, and angels only with angels. But now, relationships with other demons were illegal. While angels got to be with other angels. Stepping out of the safety of your homes proved that and was a constant reminder of how dangerous life was these days. Because of the stupid, ignorant laws.

"I heard they're putting up a wall." The girl tucked into the boys side whispered lowly, her smooth fingers dancing with her lovers slender rough ones. "Then they're going to drag families out of their homes and mix angels and demons together." The whole situation was unsettling, and many people would be separated. "They start tomorrow afternoon."

The dark haired teenager beside the girl sighed deeply, his head leaning back to rest against the headboard behind him.

"I heard it too, during the broadcast." Hyunjoon stated.

The girl hummed in agreement having heard the same message four mornings ago over breakfast with her friend, Nora.

Just by thinking about Nora briefly, dark thoughts bubbled in the younger of the twos head, "Did you hear about what happened to Nora?"

"Yeah.. it's disgusting." The pair both cringed, their spines tingling with a icy chill. "They had no right to do that to her." You further stated. Your lover agreed immensely.

"She kept it a secret for so long." You were in disbelief by what you had only learned a few days ago, and even if it happened days ago and you couldn't change what had been done and what was occurring, you couldn't stop thinking about it. No matter how hard you tried. You were disgusted, and felt guilty. You couldn't even begin to imagine what Nora was going through, not at all. Not unless it happened to you. Which you prayed didn't; and demons— most demons didn't pray. That's the one thing you'd pray for not to happen though. "Can they do that, Joon?"

The boy could feel his girls eyes on him, and instantly his eyes snapped open to stare down at her.

With a weighted shrug he said, "Technically they can. They make the rules. Sure it's unfair, but they don't see demons as equals; so they don't care."

Fear and discomfort washed over your eyes in waves, and that then caused a ripple affect on your facial features. Reassuringly, Hyunjoon tightened his arm around your shoulder, trying to bring you even closer into his naked side.

The demon already knew what you were thinking, and wasn't going to allow your mind to go there.

"Don't worry. I won't let that happen to you, I promise." The girl couldn't help but snort at what her boyfriend had said. "I love you, but we both know you can't keep promises." She teased.

"Well.. That's a promise I promise to keep." He winked at her, her face heating up for the millionth time since she's been with him today.

The pair both turned serious again, no longer staring at each other; one staring blankly at the wall a few feet in front of her, while the other seemed lost in his own mind.

"Can't breeding angels and demons kill the mother?" Not once as the girl spoke did they share glances or fleeting looks. Hyunjoon tilted his head and shrugged.

"They talked about it briefly in school. Nora is living proof that it can't harm her now. But who's to say that after the baby comes she won't be harmed."

"Satan. That's fucked up." The raven haired boy nodded. "It is. We live in a fucked up society,"

It all seemed to settle in. And for once, Y/n was actually, truly, deeply terrified. More terrified than she ever saw herself being. She didn't have anyone other than Nora and Hyunjoon, and Nora was already as good as gone with a demon-angel offspring that could potentially kill her in the end. So really, her boyfriend was all she had at the end of the day. If she didn't have him by her side and give versa, what was the point of living if there was no one for you to live for? Sure you'd still be living technically... but without someone to share life with, you'd be dead inside. And that wasn't living in your opinion, no matter how many situations and scenarios you pictured in your head.

"What're we going to do when they come to get us tomorrow?"

Hyunjoon scoffed before saying, "Run away." Your head shook at his response.

"Hyunjoon," You just sighed.

"Teleport away." He corrected himself with a slender pointer finger pointed high in the air for confirmation of what he'd just said.

"Where are we going to go then?" You curiously asked, really wanting to know about afterwards you managed to run away.

"We can go to China. You always said you wanted to go to Shanghai. The city of all cities." He explained with a sigh at the end, most likely against all odds, picturing a happy life there without a controlling government and distorted brainwashed society.

"I did say that," you nodded properly sitting up, leaning over the side of the bed to grab your black t-shirt on the floor, slipping it on with ease while your back was to your boyfriend. "But that's when things were different. Before they put tracking devices in our necks."

"We take them out." He shrugged as if it was the obvious, as if it was pointed out beforehand.

"I'm not against it. But it's attached to our demon grace. They did that purposely so if we ever tried to remove the trackers, we could be at risk of taking our grace out. Once that's out of our body, we're not getting it back."

Hyunjoon's dark eyes rolled in annoyance at what you'd said, because he knew you were right. But he was a little too stubborn to admit it. "So what—"

"So," you said with emphasis, "We'd be as good as dead, and you know it." You pointed out.

"We couldn't live a day here in this hell whole controlled by angels if we were human."

"Yeah, but then we could at least run away, or have a better chance of actually making it." The older of the two grumbled.

A long sigh escaped your lips, and now you were left to think. Should you leave or should you stay? You would risk it all to leave, except Hyunjoon. You wouldn't put Hyunjoon's life at risk if you knew he could be harmed or even killed if you escaped. You just needed to be certain he wouldn't be harmed or worse.

But at the end of the day... If you were with your lover, how bad could things really go?

Another sigh escaped your lips, and the more you pondered with your thoughts, the stronger Hyunjoon's stare seemed to intensity.

"I'm down, only if you are."

Hyunjoon grinned, hand clasping with your own.

"Of course. I'd never let you do it alone."

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readyfreddieforyourbullshit-blog · 5 years

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Deep in the Meadow, Chapter 1.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Attempted suicide, torture, brainwashing, kidnapping, attempted murder, traumatic flashbacks, twelve year old writing, drinking, swearing, betrayal, and probably more stuff. (Yeah this isn't light hearted. At all.)

Plot: The boy she loves is basically gone, her sister is dead, with her best friend to blame, she's responsible for the death of hundreds. But somehow, she and Peeta learn to heal. But just as their nightmares start to cease, they come to life in the worst way possible.

A/N: Like I said, this was written by my twelve year old self, so is the writing the best? No. But I am kind of proud of this! Don't be too harsh, please. This was my first attempt at fanfiction. Please let me know what you think! I'm going to upload one chapter a week. Anyways, please enjoy!

We arrive in District twelve at night. The sun no longer there. The fire burned out.

I go straight to my home, Haymitch following me. When I get there, I lock the door behind me, and go straight to the kitchen. There has to be a knife in there. I hear another door open, but I know it's only Haymitch. Locking the door. drinking all of his remaining liqur. If there is any. I highly doubt it, but knowing Haymitch, he probably hid some incase a disaster was to happen, and he wouldn't have to be sober for once in his sorry lifetime. For instance, me and Peeta winning the Hunger games.

Peeta.

I haven't thought about Peeta in a long time. I wonder how he is, if the hijacking took over his mind after what I did. Probably so, and just as he was coming back too. The old Peeta, whose smile brightend the whole room, his hands, that could create such beautiful paintings, his words, used to heal. Not hurt.

I am attacked by racks of sobs. I cry and wail. I just can't help it. I killed him. I killed Finnick. Prim. Madge, who had no reason to die other then being my friend. And now I've lost Gale. My friend. My hunting partner. The only one besides Peeta that I would allow to see the weak and defenceless side of me.

I know that the world would be better without me. Without a mad, murdoress girl. I make my way somehow to the kitchen, and find a butter knife. Not as sharp as I was hoping for, but enough that it would work. I start to put it up to my throat, when someone comes bursting in thru the door.

"Katniss?" Peeta. So, he's not gone over the bend yet. Good. I didn't kill him after all.

I start to drag the knife across my throat, when a terrible thought hits me. If he finds me in here, then he surely would go mad. no doubt about it. He would try to find me, and when he did, go completely insane. I will have to get him out of here, and try again when he leaves. But before I can even move, he's right there in the doorway, almost as if he expected me to be there.

"Katniss, what are you doing?!" He grabs the knife from me and throws it at the wall, causing it to pierce right into it. He kneels down onto the floor in front of me, and grabs my shoulders and starts shaking me. "Why did you do that?! Don't ever do that again! Do you hear me?! Ever! I can't lose you too!" His face is now red and puffy from crying. He holds me in his arms. rocking me back and forth. His sobbing dies down a little, but not much. "Do you know how many times I wake up from a nightmare telling myself 'not real'? Only to find you about to slit your throat?!" He grabs my face, and pulls me closer. "Don't ever let that be real. Please Katniss. I can't lose you too." His tears fall silently down his face. His blue eyes locking into my gray ones.

"Peeta, I can't-"

"Yes you can, Katniss. If you won't do it for me, do it for Prim." This strikes a chord in me. I bow my head in shame. Peeta puts his hand under my chin and tilts my head up. "Look at me."

I force myself to meet his gaze.

" I love you too much Katniss. Please make me this promise." I can't. I can't even lie to him. Not while he is in this state of weakness. "Do you remember in the Quarter Quell, how I told you nobody needed me, and you said you did? Katniss, no matter how much you think nobody needs you, you're wrong. Think about it. Your mother, Gale, me." I feel the tears welling in my eyes. "Katniss, if you die I will have nobody. I would rather die than lose you. Do you understand?" I nod my head. Peeta gives a slight smile. I fall into him, his arms wrapping around me. Even with Peetas warmth, I start shivering. "God, Katniss. What did they do to you?" I realize that this must be the thinnest he's ever seen me. Even when me and Prim were slowly starving to death, we weren't as thin as I am now. I scratch my throat and discover a small cut that the butter knife must have made. "Oh Katniss." He cradles me like an infant.

I must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up, I was in bed with Peeta laying next to me. His arms still wrapped around me. I look at him. He looks like he's at peace when he's asleep. Before I know what I'm doing I gently press my lips into his. I pull back when I feel him doing the same. His eyes open and he smiles. "Hey." I say as though I didn't just kiss him in his sleep.

"Hey. You're up early." Confused, I turn my head to my window facing opposite of me. And it turns out Peeta was right. It didn't look close to dawn, either. "Did you have a nightmare?" Peeta asks.

"Huh- oh! No! I...I think this is the first time that I didn't wake up from a nightmare."

"Mine too." Replies Peeta. He doesn't seem to want to know why I kissed him. "You kissed me, real or not real?" Never mind.

"Real." I admit. He wraps his arms around me. I gladly go into his warm embrace.

When I wake up again, I smell something. Cheese buns. Peeta knows they are my favorite. I walk downstairs into the kitchen and my suspicions were correct. Peeta from what I can tell is nowhere to be found, so I eat alone.

I think of last night. How did he get here in time to stop me? Did he hear me crying? If he did, then does that mean Haymitch did too? And if he did, why didn't he come here with Peeta? Was he so drunk he passed out, or did he just not care after almost two years? About a million questions run through my head, and even after almost an hour and a half, I still don't have a slightest clue. Like as to why Peeta was in District twelve, and what did he mean by 'I need you'? Could he have meant it in a non-lovers way like I did? Or was he just saying it in a moment of desperation? By noon I still don't know.

Greasy Sae comes at one to make me lunch with her granddaughter. She picked up one of my mothers blue yarn balls she used to knit with.

"Claire, put that down!" Greasy Sae yelled at the little red-headed girl, who seemed to like to live in her own little world. If my world wasn't so dark and terrifying, I might just join in on the idea.

"It's alright. She can have it." I tell greasy Sae. I eat my breakfast while greasy Sae watches me. Making sure I eat every last bite. No doubt told to by Haymitch or Plutarch. When they leave, I become aware of the fact that I smell terrible, so I take a shower. After about an hour of combing out my thin hair, I go to the kitchen to see what to do about the knife in the wall. I pull it out and look at the hole. It's not to big, so I could probably just put a table in front of it, and nobody would notice.

I go to the meadow later that day, and try and answer my question. Like how is it that I can survive over sixteen years of starvation, two Hunger games, a rebellion and yet not know anything about love, other than it's impossible! I groan in frustration.

Then I see it. The evening primrose. I look at it, afraid to touch it, like if I did I would set it on fire.

"Prim." I whisper softly. It's still a little cold in district twelve, so I notice that there's is some frost on it, left behind by the cold. I feel tears wealing up in my eyes as I touch the soft petal, watching the frost melt at my touch. I feel the tears starting to fall down my cheeks. "Prim." I say a little louder this time. I hear something 'meaw' behind me, and snap my head around to see what it was. Buttercup. Of course it's Prims stupid cat. "Go away." He hiss' at me. "Go. You won't find her here, so just GO!" I scream at him. I grab a thin stick that won't make a dent in him, but all I want is for him to just go away. "Prim is dead! Do you hear me, you stupid cat!?" I wave the stick around like a manic. But he doesn't run away. He just sat there, taking it. Along the way of me screaming Prims death he must of realized something terrible has happened, and starts giving his own animal crying. I fall to my knees and hands and try to catch my breath. Buttercup comes to me and rubs against me. But instead of pushing him away, I hold him as we cry. At dusk me and Buttercup make our way to my house, where when we get there we find a frantic Peeta. "Peeta?" I'm very confused as to why he's here.

"Katniss!" He holds me in his arms tightly while Buttercup goes off to find a place to sleep, and I don't blame him. He looks like he also has had a couple of sleepless weeks. "I thought you were dead! I didn't know where you were! Oh my god are you okay?!" He asks hysterical. I must still look like I've been crying and made him think something terrible has happened to me.

"I'm fine Peeta. I just went out to the meadow and...I found a primrose..and-" A look of understanding appears on his face, and he holds me in his arms and rock me gently. Murmuring that it's okay and he's still there for me. I pull away and look at him. "Thank you." I say softly. We both start leaning in and our lips have barley touched when the door opens with Haymitch stumbling in.

"Well sweetheart, looks like you're alive." He says as he takes a swing from a flask. So I was right about the alcohol.

"Yeah. I see you're as drunk as usual." I'm a little mad he came stumbling in on an important moment.

"I got it Haymitch." Peeta says after seeing the look in my eyes. Haymitch grunts and turns to walk out saying

"Fine. I didn't wanna see you makin' babies anyway." and slams the door behind him. I look at Peeta and see what must be a mirror of my face. He has wide eyes and his face was an interesting shade of red, with his mouth partly open. We lock eyes for a moment and bust out laughing at how ridiculous we look. After our laughing fit we go to the kitchen.

"Peeta, why were you here? I mean, I thought greasy Sae was making me dinner." I ask him in confusion.

"Sae came to my door to tell me that she lost her granddaughter while shopping so she wanted to ask me if I could fill in, and I said 'yes'." He replied. I nodded and watched him for a while. After we ate, I asked Peeta a question that had been on my mind.

"Peeta, why did you come last night?" He sighs and thinks for a moment.

"I was sent here last week after you killed Coin for my safety. Or at least that's what they told me. I didn't care really, I just wanted to go home. They told me you and Haymitch were coming home that day and I wanted to see you. It was almost eleven by the time you got home, so I decided to wait until tomorrow. Then I heard screaming, and...I...I almost had an attack." I look at him. He looks like he's lost to the world, staring at the fire in the fire place.

"Peeta?" He looks at me, but not in the same caring way he did only a few moments ago. I try and move away, but his hands are around my throat before I can move. "P-Peeta." I can't breath. "P-Please. Peeta."

"Mutt!" He throws me away. I feel my head snap backwards and forward. I put a hand to my throat and cough while I try to get up, but I stumble and fall.

"Peeta..." I whisper as I drift into unconsciousness. Waiting for death to come from the boy with the bread.

A/N: Like I said, not the best writing in the world, but I'm still proud. Please reblog! Thank you for reading!

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dat-town · 6 years

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love black, lips red

Characters: Hades!Yoongi & Persephone!You

Setting: greek mythology au

Genre: angsty

Warnings: implied sexual content (+ one line about animal sacrifices)

Summary: “I wanted darkness… I wanted him.” sequel to bed warm, hearts cold

Words: 2k

I couldn’t resist because I live for the angst. Also I’m blown away by the love bwhc got. I hope the sequel doesn’t disappoint. Happy birthday to our lovely genius, Min Yoongi! ♥

To this very day, you still remember the pain when you were ripped out of Yoongi’s loving arms. You remember your father’s rage, you remember it all too well. You still ache, heart bleeding black love as you stare out of the marble window. The Sun, shining blindingly bright and delightful, hurts your half-lidded eyes so you look away because there are no blinds or curtains that can shield you now, no salvation from this torture, a prison you know too well. You miss the vast darkness of calamity dearly, the calmness and the silence. You miss the way the stone floor felt cold under your bare feet, the silk of the sheets and you miss, oh you long for the heart made of anger and solitude that only beats for you.

"Shush, my child, it's for your own good," Demeter tells you in a light voice, fake smile blemishing his motherly features. She comes every morning to see you in a suite of a diamond palace you can't escape. Brushing your hair, she tells you stories of misguided innocent souls. Then she braids your soft locks and tucks flowers behind your ear. She doesn't care that it hurts, that your heart is breaking into smaller and smaller pieces with every inhale you take outside of the kingdom of death.

It is supposed to hurt. They claim it happens like this, that it’s a sign that you are healing, transforming back into the obedient daughter you were meant to be in the first place. They keep telling you the distance is the cure to get rid of your false thoughts. They believe that the God of Underneath brainwashed and manipulated you but they are wrong, so wrong. They knew nothing about you. Yet they call you Kore fondly like you were a child and you loathe its implications, the pet name of a maiden. So every night, before sleep claims you and sprinkles bittersweet dreams over your eyelids, you close your eyes and remember.

You remember the softness of his touches on your delicate skin that treated you like glass and porcelain. The hands that gripped you firmly like you were his, the sharp white teeth that marked you, the kisses that left bloodstains behind and you never loved anything more than being under his control and knowing that you had the same disarming effect on him. The glint in his eyes was pride as you sat on your throne beside him. It was made of dried roses, tendrils curling around the metal and it smelled like nothing on Earth. Just like Yoongi who was made of blood and bones and something dark that you loved deeply, madly. No matter how many sunsets passed he was engraved in your skin and that immortal, still-beating heart you had.

No matter how much your parents tried, how much they threatened or begged, they couldn’t erase the other god’s touch off you. Never, you swore because it was the mercy in eternity: you had all the time in the world and for Yoongi you would have waited centuries.

“Please forgive her. She didn’t know what she was doing…” Demeter murmurs, shedding the blood of innocent animals on an altar built for the God of Thunder. You scoff.

She of the Grain, the loving, worrying mother you once knew is now your prison’s guard, always keeping an eye on you and praying for your impure soul. Like you were somebody who should be saved from doom.

However, you wanted nothing more than those black cells, the burn of iron on your touch and the screams echoing in your ears. The power you found and had there, in that damned place itself, might have intoxicated you but you wanted it back. You wanted the life you chose over the one that was assigned to you.

“I don’t need your prayers,” you snapped at your mother grabbing at your dark clothes you refused to change to the colour of rebirth. Yoongi had gotten these gilded robes only for you and called you Queen, called you love when the night black dress matching your souls fit perfectly on your curves. His touch burnt through the layers but you enjoyed its warmth, bathed in the flames itching closer as his cool lips touched your throat.

“Zeus won’t forgive this disobedience if you don’t beg for it,” your mother warns you harshly, teeth gritting and you launch yourself onto the small altar of the room shoving its decorations away.

“I don’t care,” you cried frustrated, fingers crashing a rose in your fist until nothing but damaged petals paint your skin red. Lighting strikes outside, flashing angry white over your skin, shaking the walls, signalling that Zeus was indeed listening. “What’s the worst he could do? Kill me? Death sounds a lot better than this prison. Or will he exile me? Then why did he bring me back in the first place? Don’t you see, ma? I don’t belong here.”

Ever since you were a little child, growing up among gods and goddesses of harvest and prosperity, you knew you were different. You were the error in the perfect system, the mistake of an unwavering structure, the flap of the butterfly’s wing that could cause a hurricane on the other hemisphere of Earth. Oh, Chaos, the father of everything, would have been so proud of you. You craved finality of things instead of this boring infinity. You fancied destroying more than creating and that, that made you feel sick. Because what was wrong with you?

“Nothing,” Yoongi would have whispered into the seam of your lips. Loving and kind, sweet like death is for the tortured souls. “There's nothing wrong with you.”

And beside him, you really didn’t have to pretend nothing at all. You could be yourself, you could be angry, you could be at your worst and Yoongi loved then too. He loved your flaws, your mundane needs and naive wishes.

But Goddess of Harvest is relentless. Despite your resistance, she still thinks you aren’t a lost cause but you are, at least for her and the purposes she wants, you are beyond help. It isn’t until the cherry trees bloom that she has to realize that every action had a consequence. Just because she is a goddess and Zeus is the head of gods, they are not allowed to do anything without atonement. Nobody can go against the sacred rules of the world. One cannot just claim something that belongs to the Underworld because the darkness will reclaim it back. And Yoongi wanted you back.

It starts with blackouts, disgust of food and then you can’t make the flowers bloom anymore. Greenery dies under your footsteps and Demeter, she is horrified. She keeps you hidden in your room fearing the havoc your downfall might bring but this act angers the people even more. The farmers think their corns lose their value because you aren’t there to relive them. They have no idea of your new powers of destruction, the way you suck life out of any living thing you touch. It should terrify you yet you only laugh because the humans whom your mother tried so hard to please now despise her and do not make more ritual offerings for her altar. She blames you and pleads to Zeus to do something, anything but they are both helpless. Ancient laws like this can't be played out.

It takes a while for them to understand that you aren’t from around here anymore, that they can’t keep you here, can't make you bring spring for them. Your heart and soul, they draw you back to the Underworld, to your king.

"The leaves are falling and the nature is dying," Demeter watches the colourful leaves swirling around in the wind and the grief in her voice is familiar. It's regret and surrender, the recognition that she lost.

"Don't worry, mother. I will come back when it's time. But I will come on my two feet and I will be welcomed like a queen and not a kidnapped daughter," you tell her standing up and this time, the doorknob doesn't resist. The door's wings part in front of you and you follow the darkest ray of sunshine to the edge of mortal world.

You greet the Styx like you greet a lover, lips touching the surface of the deadly water and murmuring confessions. However, before you could cross the river, hands from your dreams grab on your waist pulling you back. You fit perfectly onto the wide chest you lean against and gasp at the sensation of chapped lips pressed to the underside of your jaw. It takes your breath away, suffocating you in the best way possible.

“Little bird… you came back,” a raw sigh escapes Yoongi, its exhale fanning over your neck dressing you in goosebumps as you relish in the feeling of his arms caressing your middle keeping you close like he never wanted to let you go. Not ever again.

“I will always come back to you,” the promise slips your mouth like the light always finds its way in the darkest tunnels and the waves crash onto the rocky shore. It almost hurts how true these words are, how unalterable they are. It may have been the seeds of pomegranate, the taste of Underworld that overpowered the will of higher deities and brought you back. It might have been for the unwritten rules nobody could break yet you would have crawl your way back here anyway.

“Have you been searching for me?” you turn around in Yoongi's embrace to face him and the yearning so clear in his onyx eyes catches you off guard.

“I looked everywhere. I turned the world upside down. I wanted to break down the walls of Olympus to get to you but they didn’t let me. They kept you locked away from me,” he admits and your heart shares his misery.

“I'm here now,” you whisper like a secret and standing on your tiptoes you kiss the God of Dead on the mouth. It feels like the first gulp of water after thirst or the first inhale of fresh oxygen after drowning, it tastes sweet like spring and bitter like the blood that rushes in your veins. It’s everything you’ve missed and more so you let yourself get lost in him.

You may spend half the year up on the surface, watching as the first snowdrops peep out of the frozen ground and heat scorches through the fields on hot summer days. But you are back in the realm of darkness during wine harvest and when the temperature drops below zero. You take spring with you and give it to Yoongi as you make love. You breathe life in him and plant love into the scratches on his back that your nails leave. You bring new hopes and kiss him like it's a first, eager and hungry. With swollen and split lips you swear you can taste his devotion on your tongue.

“I missed you,” he groans into the juncture of your throat every single time and draws colourful flowers all over your body with his mouth, tongue lapping over the bruises and marks you wear proudly as accessories adorning the canvas of your figure. And you will remember it, his whispered words, how it felt murmured into your skin, the pleasure and pain, all of it when eventually you will have to leave again. So that you will never forget.

And after six lunar months spent missing him, when you come back and he traces a finger on your naked waist as you lie naked on his bed, your bed, in his arms, you finally, finally feel at home.

#bangtan bookclub #angstykpopnet #sfwbangtan #bts writing squad #btswriters #hades!yoongi #hades and persephone #mythology au #stories #okay so inspiration stroke me 2 days ago #i was like let's post this on yoongi's bday #i wanted it to be fluffy but well this au was like LOL nope you thought #so yeah #sorry? but i hope you like it #bts angst #yoongi angst #yoongi x reader #bts scenarios #yoongi scenarios

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Long And Lost

TITLE: Long And Lost CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 5 AUTHOR: FadingCoast PROMT/ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being Loki’s old friend/Lover in Asgard, but you left for Earth a long time ago. For all he knows, you might be dead, but you’re still alive and you’ve been working with SHIELD and/or the Avengers. When you two meet again, he’s ecstatic to see you, but you new relationship with the midgardians is a sore spot for him, specially when he thinks you’re in more than friendly terms with one of them.

PAIRING: Loki/OFC RATING: Mature. NOTES/WARNINGS: Sexual innuendos (no explicit sex) / mentions of torture and brainwashing. The prologue is set right before Avengers. The first chapters are set after Civil War. Chapter 4 an on are all during Ragnarok.

Also on Ao3

Ch.5: Can the city forgive?

“Behold… Thor… Odin’s son…” Skurge said out of breath.

“No, you had one job. Just the one!” Loki said, pointy finger and all. For years he had successfully impersonated Odin as king of Asgard, just to have Thor ruin everything, as usual.

Skurge continued, before Loki could turn him into a toad. “…and also this woman who I’ve never seen before.” He stepped aside and Loki found himself looking at a ghost.

“It’s not– you cannot– ” He stammered. All color dropped from his face, and he was having trouble breathing. A surge of memories came to him, memories he had worked too hard to bury. They pressed on his chest painfully.

Victoria felt her heart thumping in her throat. “It is me.”

“That’s not possible.” Loki choked. “You’re dead…” He stepped back, this had to be a trick, an illusion. It just wasn’t possible.

Victoria shook her head and extended her hand. “Loki, it is me.”

All he had to do was touch her. Touch her and she would be real again. Touch her and he would know everything. Or touch her and watch her fade away like she had in a million dreams. He felt a bit faint, darting his eyes between her hand and her face, trying to overcome the fear of losing her again.

Loki held her hand. “Sigyn.”

Victoria felt the weight of the whole universe had been lifted from her heart at hearing Loki say her real name again.

“Sigyn.” Loki repeated, pulling her close.

“No one has called me that in a few centuries, but yes.”

Despite Thor’s objections, Loki grabbed Sigyn’s waist, teleported them to the palace and ran through the corridors to his chambers. It wasn’t until they had to dodge a hammer to the head that they stopped.

“Thor, for Bor’s sake, can I just have 5 minutes with my wife who I haven’t seen in three hundred fucking years?!” Loki snapped.

Thor hesitated for a second. “Where’s father? Did you kill him?”

“Odin is on Midgard.” Sigyn spoke softly. Both brothers looked at her. “I saw him on Earth, that’s why I came back.”

Thor stared at Loki, arms crossed on his chest waiting for an explanation.

“Yes, I left him on Midgard.”

“Great, let’s go find him.” Thor attempted to grab Loki, but Sigyn stepped in between.

“Five minutes, Thor. Odin ain’t gonna leave Earth.” She placed her hand on Thor’s wrist. “Please.” Thor’s expression soothed, his whole body seemed to relax for a bit. Loki made a great effort not to laugh, cause he knew Sigyn had used a bit of magic on his brother.

“Fine.” Thor said begrudgingly. “Five minutes.”

Loki didn’t wait for him to even finish, he just pulled Sigyn inside his chambers and closed the door behind them. Whatever explanation she wanted to give, was quickly cut off by Loki’s lips on hers, kissing her furiously against the wall.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” Loki breathed out between kisses. “I can’t believe it’s you!” His hands were all over her body. “How is this possible?”

Sigyn smiled, as she laced her fingers with his, staring directly into his eyes. “We are still bound, Loki.”

Loki focused his power in her. A fast forward movie of events: Frigga getting Sigyn down to the lower levels of the sanctum. “It is his punishment, not yours! So we’re going to trick them both.” Frigga blocking most of her powers. Banishment to Midgard. That would explain the clothes. A place called Iceland. England. Scotland. Norway. Germany.

New york. The invasion, being tortured by Thanos. You were there? I thought it was a dream!

Svartalfheim. I knew you weren’t dead.

Loki’s powers slowly receded from Sigyn’s mind, he took a deep breath. “How?”

“Frigga allowed me to keep some of my magic to block you out, but at the same time weak enough so Odin wouldn’t realize and you wouldn’t try to find me.” Sigyn stroked his face with her thumb. “At first it was really hard. You were so desperately trying to hold on, a couple of times, I sort of let it slip.”

“The dreams I had after you–”

Sigyn nodded. “After a while, you stopped. It became easier to block you, then it was routine. Until–”

“Thanos.” Loki muttered, fear sliding through his body like an ice shard. “When he was– I knew I could feel something. I thought, like before, I was just dreaming of you. Saving me. Again.”

“I was. Saving you. Again.” She said with a little smile, cupping his face with her hands. “I love you, you idiot. As I have loved you for nearly a thousand years.”

Loki’s answer was to lift her off the ground, her legs around his waist, as he started kissing her again. It had been a while since he had felt this happy, of felt anything really. Ever since he lost her, he had been on a daze, his feelings frozen and cut short. The very sight of her had awoken so many things he thought were lost to him. Now, she was in his arms, again, alive!

Alive.

Loki didn’t want that moment to end. Sigyn detangled herself from her husband mere seconds before Thor came in booming. Loki smiled knowingly: even small things like that he had missed.

“Time’s up, sorry.” Thor said, looking everywhere except at the couple.

“We still have clothes on, Thor, no need to be embarrassed.” Sigyn said, patting Thor on the back.

On their way to the bifrost, small talk was an awkward thing. Sigyn didn’t wanna explain anything to Thor, and apparently he thought it was awkward too, specially when he was walking a few steps ahead of a seemingly happy couple. Loki was gripping Sigyn’s hand, prodding and testing the bond, reading whatever she allowed him to read. Which was a lot easier than asking.

Who the Hel is Bucky?

She suddenly heard in her head.

Seriously, Loki?

Yes, seriously.

He’s my science project. I’m helping him.

Huh, you’re working for the Avengers.

Sort of.

Were you working with them in New York too?

Where are you going with that?

Were you in New York when–?

No, I wasn’t, I was hiding cause they were asking too many questions! As usual, I was trying to protect you and myself!

So why are you helping them? Why didn’t you come back?

Odin would’ve finished what he started. And I would’ve endangered your mother.

A moment of silence.

You like that kid.

Don’t be absurd.

I’m not being absurd! You like that kid, that’s why you wanna go back.

You know what? I’m not listening to you anymore.

You are listening to me. Why didn’t you tell me you were alive? Why were you hiding from me? Why didn’t you show yourself in New York? Or after Frigga died and you got your powers back. We could’ve done so much together! But no, you were working with the Avengers. And that kid, that Bucky… so eager to go back to him now, have you slept with him yet?

Thor stopped cold at the sharp sound of a slap, and he turned around to see Loki holding his face and Sigyn glaring at him. How had they gone from being all happy to see each other to this?

“I’m sorry.” Loki muttered. “I don’t- I shouldn’t–”

“What did I miss?” Thor said tentatively, but they ignored him.

“After everything we went through, you dare asking me that?” Sigyn clenched her teeth together and forcefully put her hand on Loki’s chest.

He felt it like a lightning, it made him dizzy for a few seconds as he couldn’t see a thing. But the feelings were there: pain, cold, numbness. He felt disoriented, scared, like running naked in a dark forest, not knowing where the danger was, but feeling it all around. He felt the frustration, anger, despair. Powerless. Hungry and powerless. Cold and powerless. Alone and powerless. The only thing that he could work in his favor was taken away from him. No, not him, her, he felt what it was like for her. He was drowning, the air dense and hot all around him.

Loki fought for breath when Sigyn let him go of the spell.

“If I survived, it was for this moment right now. Nothing else.” She said, staring at him. “Because I dared to hope that I would see you again.”

Loki just choked on everything he’d like to say.

“We need to go.” Sigyn said. Thor looked utterly confused, but silently trudged behind her.

“Soooo…” Thor said. “What about Odin?”

“I know exactly where he is.” Loki deadpanned.

“I don’t think he is where you left him, but in any case, you’ll get help. Someone will find you.” Sigyn explained.

“How come?” Thor questioned.

“Loki’s magic is too powerful and I don’t think he’ll make any effort to hide it.” She explained, getting an annoyed look from Loki. “He will find you.”

“You’re not coming with us.” Loki realized.

“No. I need to stay out of the radar of that person.” The trio finally reached the bifrost and was ready to be launched on Midgard. “Besides, this particular family encounter will be awkward enough without me in the middle of it.”

Both brothers nodded. Thor took a deep breath, and out of the blue, hugged Sigyn tightly.

“I should be used to people faking their deaths.” Thor said, side-eyeing Loki. “But this time, I’m actually happy to see you back.”

Sigyn smiled. “Thanks.”

I’m sorry. Sigyn heard in her head, Loki was looking at her sheepishly. He gave her hand a light squeeze before the multicolored light sucked them back to Midgard.

Yes, my girl is back!! <3

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the-lunar-mistress · 6 years

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The Dark Side Of The Moon

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The Forgotten Knight, Ishgard

The air was thick with silence save for the gentle crackle of a nearby fire. Aleqa sat at a table, face buried in her delicate hands, across from a recently freed Thavnairian slave, and her dear friend K'aej, in an Inn at the Forgotten Knight. A crude sketch of a highlander she once knew stared back at her tauntingly, triggering pleasant and distasteful memories. Many called him Scowl, but his name was Garmund Cantrell, a human trafficker who captures and sells slaves to pleasure houses all over the realm.

Aleqa was 18 summers when he found her wandering off the shores of Thavnair after she had left her tribe. Young and naive, she followed him on what he would call adventures. This is when she learned of her talents. Where she was taught many languages and skills. Taking on different personas, being able to hear and feel her surroundings without sight, but most importantly, being a lover. She could easily disguise herself and befriend men and women to be eventually lured and taken into their inevitable doom without any remorse. Albeit she never actually knew where they would go, she assumed most of them were involved with trading.

Garmund gave her everything; dresses, weapons, affection, and freedom to be herself. He protected her, never allowing any other man or woman of the crew to touch his protégé, for she was who made his business flourish and grow. He gave her many names; Desert Flower, The Lunar Mistress, and more notably, Lulubell Vixen. This name has stayed with her even through today. It gave her purpose and made keeping secrets easier. She was no longer an outcast anymore. She was needed.

Years had passed before Garmund told her the truth of his business, and what part she had to play in it. He confessed there would be a time when he wouldn't be alive and wanted a successor to his empire. This realization slowly took a toll on Aleqa's mental stability. All she had known was a lie. All she was told. Lies. All those innocent people were at the mercy of perversion. But maybe, deep down she knew there was a part of her that was aware of the chaos and turmoil she caused. That thought in itself made her incredibly nauseous.

More time had passed before she decided to make her move and escape. She used her training and knowledge about his business and schedules against him to eventually slip out of his grasp and hide away in Ishgard. She figured he wouldn’t wait long for her because he knew she could always find him. She always did. Imagine Aleqa’s surprise when searching for her beloved would land her right back into his arms.

The distraught Auri woman slid her hands from her face, an exhausted sigh exits her parted lips as she glances up at the ceiling. Finding some kind of resolve with all the information she had finally processed; she lowered her gaze to the silent maiden sitting across from her. “Knowing all that you do about me, after having come from the same man I worked under, why would you choose to help?”

The maiden bit her lip, her expression telling a tale of distress, “I’ve known about you since the very first day Scowl brought you in. I was lucky enough to be a servant of the crew. All of us watched from the shadows as you grew in power alongside him. We were scared when we heard of all you were capable of. The things you did for him made it seem like you were a brainwashed doll.” She took a breath, carefully calculating her next words. “But when you left for good, and rumor spread of the reason why; I grew hopeful. If anyone could possibly save us from a life of servitude, it would be you.��

Aleqa shook her head in dismay. “Easier said than done.”

The maiden nodded, having a full understanding of the risks involved with her request. “I know. Call it wishful thinking.” She rubbed her hands together as if to shake the chill in the room. “I should get going, I have elsewhere to be. I hope this information will be of use to you, Mistress.”

Aleqa flinches at the familiar title, silently nodding as the maiden bows and takes her leave. She turns her attention to K’aej who is starring at his hands with confusion. “What’s on your mind.” It wasn’t really a question. She expected him to tell her.

The Miqo’te looked at her momentarily through the slit in his mask before visibly opening and shutting his mouth, trying to figure out how to formulate his words. “How do you know she’s telling the truth?”

“I don’t. Most of the ones that escape are either found, tortured, or killed. And on special occasions; all of the above.” She said matter of factly. “But I do know where and how to find him.” She pushes herself from out from underneath the table, stands and glides across the hollow wooden floor over to the bed; her steps eerily echoing throughout the room. She opens up her bag and takes out a dagger, gazing at her reflection in the blade while caressing the jewel-encrusted handle. “I will not fault you for not coming along with me. Should you choose to join, make preparations for Falcon’s Nest. I’d advise bringing a coat.” A slow vengeful grin spreading across the reflection’s face.

The howl of Coerthan winds whispered faint memories into her ears, whipping several strands of her natural white hair around her face as she sat waiting for Garmund to walk out and show his face. No doubt getting ready to head out to the abandoned house to briefly discuss trades. With her plan in the works, she still couldn’t shake the chill off her bones. She couldn’t quite place why something felt wrong, but when she caught a glimpse of his face in the merciless blizzard she disappeared into white, mounted a falcon and took flight.

By the time she got to the small secluded hold, she was damn near freezing. “I suppose I should take my own advice..” she thought to herself.

The place was just as creepy as she remembered, though she half expected there to be guards watching over slumbering slaves. But it was empty. Nevertheless, she walked ahead towards the basement. Passing the empty, candlelit tables where many traders would gather and converse. She stopped at the altar, taking note of the rusting scales on the twisting dragon before kneeling in front of it, placing her daggers neatly in her lap.

She sat patiently for some time, humming a lullaby her mother would sing her. One of the very few memories she had of her. Soon the door from the floor above opened and closed. All was silent save for the flickering of candle flames and the footsteps from heavy leather boots. She knew it was him from the way she straightened her back from the chill that ran up her spine.

Every step Garmund took was in tune with her heartbeat and this filled her with a sudden sadness. His footsteps stopped at the entrance and he said nothing for some time, letting the silence sink into her being.

Finally, he spoke and she could feel every ounce of hatred and pain laced in his deceitful greeting. “So the little fox has come out to play.”

Aleqa stopped humming and slowly opened her eyes. “Hello, Scowl.”

“So formal. Are the intimate moments we shared not enough for you to call me by my name?”

Her face twisted in disgust.“I’m sorry. Where are my manners? Would you prefer dog?”

Joyous laughter fills the room. “Are you not happy to see me? And look, you’ve even worn white! I don’t suppose it’s our wedding day is it?” He took a few steps forward, gauging her reaction. She didn’t move. “Come now! Will you not bless me with your angelic voice?!” He roared as he wildly flung his arms in the air.

Aleqa stood up, anger flooding her being. “Are you not satisfied with the pain you’ve already caused me?!” She spat, gripping the handles of her daggers and pivoting herself to take aim at his now vulnerable chest.

A devious chuckle filled her ears as he took hold of her wrist. For a split second, she was filled with fear as he walked her back into the altar, taking a firm grasp on both her wrists while pressing himself against her body. “As much as I enjoy these games we play, I fear I’m not quite in the mood.”

“Games?!” She faltered.

Garmund ignored her question, instead choosing to brush his face against her hair and breathe in her scent. “Mm, you always did love lavender.” She struggled against him, a violent urge to rid herself of this closeness, causing him to sigh in frustration. “Let me guess. This is about that wench who’s buried out in the snow bereft of life?” He purred.

There was a time she felt complete and utter joy in his sadism, but not now. “You slaughtered the woman I loved.” She seethed.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Yes. Yes, I did. Would you like to know the details? I don’t mind sharing.” She didn’t have to look at him to know that his lips were curved into a devilish smile, a stark contrast to his cool hazel eyes. “I warned everyone of the consequences that would befall them if the woman I love were ever to be taken from me. Did you think you were the exception to this rule?”

She turned her head towards him, laying her watering eyes on a face she hadn’t seen in years. Gentle waves of ear length ebony hair framed his face, just barely touching the line of his strong jaw. He gazed at her, expecting an answer, his face lit up in awe, the lines creasing with the fresh signs of aging. He stood heads over her, clad in a black suit, obviously not intending a fight. Not that he needed to be. “Aleqa. Why must you cry?” His eyes soften. “You were supposed to be an Empress.”

“Why would I want to be with someone who lies, having no respect for my wishes to change.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

He shook his head, rubbing a calloused hand over his stubbled chin, his expression painted with disappointment. “If I told you then, would you have stayed? Though I doubt anyone I sold you to would be willing to put up with such a quarrelsome woman. And at any rate, your entire life is a lie. Tell me, did your late wife know about me? Where you came from? What you’ve done?” She stayed silent, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

“I thought so.” He cooed while wiping the salted droplet from her face with his thumb. “There are too many opportunities out there for a woman with your potential. I’d hate to see it wasted on the simple way of living. You were specifically bred for this purpose. How stubborn of you to run from it.”

“Because it’s not what I want!”

He took her face in both of his large hands, his feet spread shoulder-width apart as his eyes stared back into hers with an alarming intensity. “I don’t believe that. It’s who you are. You found me to take my life did you not? Was this to avenge your beloved or bathe in my blood. Quite frankly I’d enjoy the latter.”

“I will not be consumed by whatever darkness that has consumed your heart.”

“No dearest. You see I’ve learned something. You have yet to be awakened. I can’t use you while you’re broken. I am the only man you have ever been comfortable enough to let your true nature flow. You’ll never be freed from this desperate yearning to belong if you have yet to give in to your true desires. Did you not smile in maniac satisfaction when I twisted the neck of the young man whose disrespectful hands soiled your supple skin?”

Aleqa shook her head violently, only managing a choked “No.”

“Did you not cut a woman down for talking down to me of your own free will? And please believe me when I say that I enjoyed every second of it, but I requested no such thing.”

“NO!” Something snapped in her. For a moment she thought she’d lost track of the entire conversation, but that wasn’t so. She was hearing him clearly.

“When did you start hating yourself so much? Who filled your mind with the idea that you were inadequate...are you angry with me now?” His eyes soften, his guard dropping, the veil slipping from his face to reveal his true emotions as he leaned in to kiss her.

He stopped just shy of her lips, the sharp intake of his breath cool against her face. She looked him dead in the eyes, her lips curling into a wicked smile as his hand met her fist wrapped securely around the handle of her blade that was lodged in between his ribs.

At first, Garmund was shocked, but then he smiled. A genuinely thankful grin lit up his face while his blood pooled into her hands. He seemed at peace even as his mouth dripped with crimson. There was an almost blissful gargling as he tried his best to make sounds, his body feeling increasingly heavy. “You know...If there was anyone who could possibly hurt me, it would probably be you.” He paused, trying to catch the last of his breath. “It’s vengeance you crave. But I fear I can’t give you that, little fox. You’ll be rid of my flesh but my legacy will seek it’s Empress.”

Tired eyes looked down at her, but she remained quiet, tears streaming down her face while he hugged her and brushed a bloodied kiss across her cheek before exhaling and slumping to the ground with a loud thud.

Aleqa Dalamiq rids herself of this place, her dress and cheek stained in red and leaving nothing behind but a small waxing crescent carved into the skin of Garmund’s neck.

“What now little fox?”

“What do you want?”

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charmedtheselfproclaimedking · 4 years

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Charmed Again: Season 2 (Charmed Fanfic)

Episode 5 - A Charmed Songbook

Warnings: I don’t own the rights to any of the characters from the hit TV show “Charmed” or the storylines related to the show those rights belong to original creator Constance M Burge.

15+ Moderate/Graphic Displays of Violence, Sexual Innuendos, Witchcraft and Potentially Triggering Scenes.

“To all of you who’ve wronged me I am I am a zombie.” Zombie – The Pretty Reckless

Cindy was busy serving drinks behind the bar at Devilish Delights while Drake stood still on the stage fully clothed for once while looking completely broken as he looked into the audience to see Paul, Pan and Quinn standing amongst the crowd equally as broken as him.

To understand this introduction we must first go back to the events which lead to the devastation felt between the charmed ones and their white lighter, the events which lead to Drake Black discovering the truth behind what Paul, Pan, Quinn and Cindy had done to his memories, the memories of his mother.

24 HOURS EARLIER

“When the sun goes down and the bands won’t play, I’ll always remember us this way.” Always Remember Us This Way – Lady Gaga

Drake and Quinn woke up in bed together for the seventh consecutive morning in a row both awakening with big smiles on their faces delighted to see each other’s face like every other day that week before they kissed each other passionately before smiling and looking at each other with pure adoration before Drake pulled himself out of his bed wearing just a pair of boxers.

Quinn who was also wearing just a pair of boxers wasted no time in getting out of bed, following Drake and hugging from behind as he began kissing him on the neck causing Drake to turned around and passionately kiss Quinn once more before throwing him down back onto the bed and jumping on top of his white lighter lover.

“All your darkness has been rewritten into a work of fiction as you pull on every ribbon, I hope you never find all the secrets it keeps.” I’ll Keep You Safe – Sleeping at Last

Paul sat on a chair at the dining table within the dining room of his family home as he held on to a picture of a younger version of him holding Drake as a baby, his hands shaking and tears forming in his eyes as he both regretted his decision about manipulating Drake’s memories and was relieved by his decision at the same time.

“I’m going to keep you safe Drake.” Paul said to himself while looking at the picture of his son as a new-born baby. “No matter what I’ll keep you safe!”

“We are turning into dust playing house in the ruins of us.” Broken Strings – James Morrison and Nelly Furtado.

Pan lay tucked up in his bed with tears in her eyes as she cried into a tissue which her bed was covered in as she held her phone and began deleting picture after picture of both herself and Lacey and herself and Eve knowing both relationships had come to an end.

Lacey had not only broken up with her, but she betrayed her trust and Pan blamed her for Eve’s death.

Anything Pan had with Eve had died long before Eve did, but she couldn’t help but mourn her death because after all Eve was the first love of her life.

“They’re going to try you, but they can’t deny you.” Work Bitch – Britney Spears.

“No, no! That’s just bloody terrible!” Cindy shouted as she walked on to the stage of Devilish Delights complaining at her three male strippers “You’ll be lucky if people want to slip so much as a single dollar into your underused and overpaid g strings.”

“We’re trying our best here boss.” One of the strippers said to her.

“Well it’s not good enough!” Cindy snapped before storming off stage.

Cindy’s employees were used to her many mood swings throughout each workday but lately she had been growing increasingly worse due her guilt over erasing her friend Drake’s memories and guilt was something she rarely felt and didn’t know how to handle.

“I’m the villain in my own story my actions have gone too far. I told myself that I was his Jasmine, but I realize I’m Jafar.” I’m the villain in my own story – Rachel Bloom.

“What do you want squirrel boy?” Cindy asked after storming into her office to find Quinn stood there waiting for him.

“I needed somebody to vent to everything’s just so perfect right now perhaps too perfect and it feels off.” Quinn admitted to her.

“Of course, things are off Drake’s happy and trouble free the exact opposite of who he has always been.” Cindy replied honestly. “He’s basically been brainwashed to a standard you and his fellow charmed ones approve of he’s not Drake anymore but that’s exactly what use wanted.”

“That’s not true we were just trying to protect him from his own grief and if you hated the idea so much why did you go along with it?” Quinn argued with the demon.

“Because I understood where you were all coming from and that understanding made me go along with the plan besides, I’ve learned to stay on side with the charmed ones, so I don’t wind up getting vanquished.” Cindy explained to the white lighter. “I know your not to blame fully for this decision just like I’m not those two have a way of making you do things you don’t want to do.”

“Drake won’t see it like that if he learns what we all did he’ll never forgive any of us.” Quinn told Cindy. “I don’t want to lose him again.”

“Quinn, you’ve already lost him you know as much as I do this version of Drake isn’t really him but we can bring the real him back you just have to decide whether you love all of him or the parts which are only beneficial to you.” Cindy offered up the only solution she thought viable to their circumstances.

“There’s a whole lot of things that I will forgive but I just can’t take a liar. I was by your side till the very end until you pushed me in the fire.” Stuttering – Fefe Dobson.

“Absolutely not!” Paul disagreed after learning Quinn’s plans to restore Drake’s memories as he, Quinn and Pan stood in the attic of the Halliwell Manor unknowing that Drake was on the stairs to the attic just outside. “It’s far too soon to be giving him his memories back he won’t be able to handle the truth.”

“I agree,” Pan said as she stood up for her brother as usual. “When he’s ready to have those memories back he’ll have moved on from his grief of losing Eve.

“He’s not moving on he’s living a life.” Quinn argued with them both. “He’s not the Drake we now it’s like we’ve edited him to our liking. It isn’t human to avoid grief it’s a part of the natural process of being a human.”

“Annoyingly I think you have a point.” Pan reluctantly found herself agreeing with her white lighter. “Maybe he should be allowed to decide whether he wants to mourn his mother or not.”

“No absolutely not,” Paul shouted at both his sister and his white lighter. “We took his memories away in the first place to protect him from the truth.”

“Or did we steal his memories to protect ourselves from the truth?” Quinn asked him.

Drake had heard enough of yet another betrayal by the hands of his loved ones and within a second he blinked away from his family home only to reappear in Cindy’s office who instantly knows why he’s there.

“I figured this would be sooner rather than later.” Cindy told him.

“We all need somebody who we can always run to and I will be the one for you.” I’ll Be There – Emma Bunton

“We did what we did at the time because we thought that it was the right thing to do but we were wrong Paul and I know it’s not easy for either of us to admit but Quinn’s right.” Pan told her brother as she walked into his room to find Paul sitting on the edge of his bed looking lost in thought.

“He’s already felt so much pain in his life I just wanted to spare him from anymore I’m his father it’s my job to protect him and I keep failing.” Paul admitted as Pan walked over and sat down next to him. “I don’t want to lose him again.”

“He’s going to understand eventually that all we’ve ever done is try to protect him.” Pan tried to convince her brother as she gave him a hug. “I hope he’ll understand.”

Meanwhile Quinn was upstairs in the attic pacing himself up and down the room before Cindy eventually shimmered herself into the attic making it clear he had been waiting for her to arrive.

“Why am I so god damn popular today?” Cindy moaned. “It’s becoming impossible for a girl to get anything done.”

“You’re right we should give Drake his memories back.” Quinn told her.

“I’ve already given him his memories back Quinn.” Cindy revealed, much to Quinn’s horror. “He figured things out for himself like I knew he would and ordered me to return his memories.”

“Oh god,” Quinn replied in total shock. “He’s going to hate us all.”

“He stormed out after getting his memories back and I’ve got not idea where he went.” Cindy admitted to the white lighter. “You should probably inform Pan and Paul.”

“I’ve fallen hard like a million times on number seven of my nine lives. The pain in my heart is all the people that depart.” Love Made Me Do It – Cheryl.

“I really hope for your own sake that this isn’t some scheme of yours to take me out because I can promise you if it is then you will fail and I will kill you like I did your mother.” Titus, the new source of all evil declared as Drake walked into the throne room of the Underworld while Titus sat comfortable on the throne of skulls.

“I’m done being lied to, I’m done being played and I’m done following anyone’s rules which includes yours!” Drake snapped at his evil grandfather while continuing to walk towards him. “I contacted you because I want the Underworld for my own after all it is my destiny.”

“Perhaps it was but I’m the source of all evil now.” Titus told his grandson as he stood up from his throne.

“Your position is only temporarily because you can’t be a member of the triad and the source of all evil forever which means you have to give up one position and I know you prefer the perks of being the triad otherwise you wouldn’t have allowed your daughter to rule hell for so long.” Drake replied to the source of all evil. “Sooner or later you’re going to give up that throne and who better to be your successor than your grandson.”

“Since when do you suddenly want to be the source of all evil?” Titus asked him with a sinister smile on his face.

“Since the charmed ones have proven to be nothing more than backstabbing bitches who have a tendency to lie and betray me, so I do their bidding.” Drake revealed. “It’s about time people started doing my bidding plus if you make me king then I’m no longer a charmed one eliminating any threat for you.”

“It would also be me allowing you a great amount of power when I could just as easily kill you where you stand and therefore delete the threat.” Titus pointed out.

“True but that has never been part of your master-plan you’ve clearly wanted me to fulfill my destiny going to great lengths to darken my heart in the process even killing your own daughter just for me to be ready to take the throne.” Drake made it clear he knew Titus wanted him to be king.

“Well you’re clearly smarter than your mother ever was you clearly have more of me than she ever did.” The source admitted rather coldly.

“I guess so,” Drake responded with a sinister smirk. “Shall we begin preparing for my coronation now or are you going to waste more of my time?”

“There’s no going back to your former life once you become the source of all evil it will be you versus them and only one can win.” Titus warned his grandson.

“I don’t intend on coming back!” Drake made himself clear.

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Thalia and Zoë - Classic Tropes: Rivals to Lovers

Word count - 3,366

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When Thalia first met Zoë, she hated her...

It was sometime in the late 1990′s, maybe even in the early 2000′s.

Luke and her were on the run again, this time with a 7 year old knife wielding blonde girl who claimed to be Athena’s daughter.

A silver arrow sliced through the air as Thalia jumped over a log. A hellhound was after them this week, a baby one by the looks of it. Courageous little dog, to try to attack a child of one of the big three, but then again Thalia hadn’t quite got a grip on her powers.

Silver clad girls emerged from the woods, shooting at the unfortunate monster. At a girl’s command, one that looked 14 with a bright silver tiara on her coppery forehead, the girls let fire row after row of arrows. The hellhound yelped, but puffed up in yellow smoke within seconds.

Luke collapsed next to Thalia, Annabeth trying to help him up. Her fierce grey eyes darted from Thalia to the girls in silver.

Thalia turned around, avoiding the strangely dark and stormy gaze, to focus on ancient berry blue ones.

“Who are you,” Thalia demanded, holding Luke’s recently stolen golf club.

The girl with the tiara stepped forward. Her hair was a glossy charcoal colour, braided into a mohawk french and tied off with various silver ribbons.

“I was about to ask thou the same thing.”

Thalia frowned. Who uses thou nowadays?

Thalia looked at her tiara more closely. It was inbedded with pearls and made with silver. A piece of white stone had been shaped into a crescent shape and placed at the very center. Her eyebrows knitted together, it was a strange fashion statement. It looked nothing like the Barbie tiaras she use to wear when her mom decided to take her in public when she was 2. And it was definitely more valuable.

“I asked you first.” Thalia said slowly. The girl pierced her lips and slung her bow onto her back.

“Zoë Nightshade.” She stated proudly. “Lieutenant of Artemis, goddess of the hunt and patron to mothers and maidens.”

Thalia almost didn’t process this information. Her throat dried up, it never occurred to her that Artemis would still have followers like in the ancient times. Then again, she never thought Hera would still hold grudges but that still happened.

“Thalia, daughter of Zeus.” She muttered. Zoë’s eyebrow went up a little, and her high expression dropped a little. A couple of the girls muttered something about her father, then Zoë raised her hand and they silenced.

“And the other one?”

Thalia turned back. “That’s Luke Ca-”

“I meant the girl.” Zoë put her hands on her hip. Thalia paused her sentence. Annabeth looked up.

“I’m Ann’beth, but you can call me Annabeth. Don’t call me Annie, I hate it.” She stated, half annoyed about having to introduce herself.

Zoë nodded slowly, glancing back at Thalia. “Her parent?”

“Athena.” Thalia said. “She said it was Athena.”

Annabeth glared up at the sky before going back to applying a splint to Luke’s arm. Thalia hadn’t noticed it was broken, but she was pretty sure they were out of any godly foods or drinks.

Zoë noticed this too. “Phoebe, take care of the male. We’ll judge what to do with him later.”

A girl paced forward, an unhappy look on her face. Annabeth looked up at the silver girl in front of her, inspecting the grey cargo and silk blouse, before agreeing to help carry Luke off.

Thalia watched them walk off, before slowly the girls left until it was only her and Zoë.

She didn’t know what to think of the lieutenant just yet. It appears that Zoë didn’t either.

“I haven’t heard of a big three child in a while.” She started. “How was thee claimed?”

Thalia scowled. “What do you mean by ‘claimed’, and why do you talk like you just were in Romeo and Juliet?”

Zoë scowled back. “Romeo and Juliet was a terrible... play.” She stated. “And what I mean by ‘claim’, how did you know Zeus was thy father?”

Thalia rubbed Aegis nervously. It hadn’t been around her very long, but she had developed an annoying habit of needing to touch it, to make sure it was real.

“I always knew.” She stated. “He use to visit my mom.”

Zoë tapped her fingers against her waist, contemplating this information. “It’s a wonder thou has last as long as thy did.” She hummed. “That is, with a male companion.”

This time Thalia noticed the disgust.

“What? Luke? What’s so wrong with him?” She snapped at the girl. Zoë looked at her with an unreadable expression.

“You can’t possibly defend his kind.” She stated, a cold grip on her voice.

“His kind?” Thalia exaggerated. “What? He’s a demigod, not a mortal.”

“That’s not what I-”

“I know what you meant. You’re one of Artemis followers, eternal prudes.”

Zoë’s eyes flashed at this term. “Prude? How dare you! Men are selfish and care nothing of the females, all of them are evil. All of them, even this Luke.”

Thalia’s gut boiled with rage. How dare she! How dare this prude tell her that Luke was evil, there was no way on earth he was selfish and careless.

Thalia bit her tongue, her arm hair standing on end.

“Luke is not evil.” She stated through clenched jaws and gritted teeth. “And your little group are wrong. Men aren’t all like whatever you’re brainwashed into believing.”

“You are blind, Thalia.” Zoë insisted. “One day thee will realize that men are all but one thing - loyal. Luke will break your heart, and when he does I’ll be there to give thy a Hunter’s title.”

With that, the lieutenant turned and stalked off towards the new pillar of smoke in the distance. Thalia had no choice but to follow, because that was where Luke was.

The Luke that wouldn’t turn against her

She thought that was going to be the last time she saw the Hunters. Especially as she was dying on that hill. Grover had to physically tear Luke away from Thalia to get him to safety, and in her dying breaths she sent out a silent last laugh to Zoë.

She closed her eyes and expected a river.

She waited for the River.

Waited.

And Waited.

But when she opened her eyes again, a bunch of kids were staring down at her in pure astonishment. A boy with green eyes, terrifyingly sweet green eyes much like the waters of the ocean, watched her as someone helped her up.

“Who are you?” He demanded, holding a sword. His armour was sideways, she noted, and he was older than her.

“Thalia.” She muttered. “I’m Thalia, daughter of Zeus.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd and eyes turned to the green eyed boy. He stared at her with a mix of surprise and sadness.

“Where am I?” Thalia muttered.

“Camp... half-blood.” The green eyed boy said. Thalia blinked.

“I... Shouldn’t I be in the underworld? I died, right?”

Someone cleared their throat and stepped forward. The person... looked strangely familiar. She was 13, maybe 14, with half combed frizzy curls and medium skin. Grey eyes, almost like storms, watched her intensely.

“Thalia? Do you... remember anything?” The girl whispered.

Thalia tried to remember. Her head felt like it was filled with sap and cotton. But she noticed a small dark scar on her collar bone.

“... Ann’beth?” Thalia whispered. “No... that can’t be, you’re 7?”

Ann’beth shook her head. “Thalia, I just turned 14.”

“But that’s not...” She looked at her hands. She didn’t feel like an adult, and she was certain she didn’t look like one.

“Where is Luke?” She asked, looking back up at the crowd. The green eyed boy frowned.

“He’s not here.”

“Why!” She demanded. “Why not!”

“Thalia...” Annabeth took another step forward. “Luke... turned against a Olympus. After you were turned into a tree-” That was a shocker. She had been a tree? “-Luke turned colder. Just last year, he stole your dad’s masterbolt and attempted to frame Percy... Then he poisoned you.”

Thalia turned around to look at the tree behind her. A giant Christmas tree, one some snobby egotistical rich person would have gotten, stood tall above her. A gold object fluttered on the bottom branch, a dragon curled around it’s trunk. She could barely make out a scar in the bark, just slightly darker than the tree. She looked at her inner forearm and noticed a matching scar.

“No... he wouldn’t-”

“He did.” The green eyed one stated. “Luke turned against Olympus for...”

The air got colder and she got a chill down her spine. Zoë had been right, not like she would have admitted that. But... so had Hal. That future telling man told her this would happen, and she had been so arrogant and believed he would love her.

That quest with Zoë started out with a lot of tension. But Thalia noticed a slight change in behaviour. Zoë had given Percy that pelt, even though he insisted she have it instead. Maybe it was her imagination, but it seemed Zoë either had a crush on Percy or hated him so much that she was killing with kindness.

The former didn’t seem as... Zoë-like, so she went with the latter.

The days zoomed by. Bianca made for good side company, a neutral ground point, until she sacrificed herself for the others. Zoë had to physically drag Percy away as he went semi-catatonic. Thalia had seen Percy selfishly through himself into battle, but she started to question if it were really selfishness. He looked pained when he watched Bianca dash out there. He held a statue in his fist, staring off into the distance.

Thalia left the boys in the back of the truck they found and sat next to Zoë.

There was a soft silence for the first mile.

“You can say it.” Thalia whispered. “You were right about Luke. About boys being selfish.”

Zoë glanced at her, surprised at the change of attitude. Thalia was surprised too.

“I... I suppose I could have been wrong too.”

Thalia blinked. “What do you mean?”

Zoë’s berry blue eyes turned back to the dusty road.

“Percy... isn’t like that I thought he would have been.” The sentence sounded foreign to her.

“What do you mean?”

“I... went we first met, I told thee... you... that all men were evil. But Percy... even with the weapon he bears-”

“Riptide?” Thalia stated. “What does that have to deal with him?”

Zoë bit her lip. “I can’t talk about it.” She stated. “But... He’s not selfish.”

“He defied my orders and went for your flag.” Thalia stated.

“But he’s not selfish.” Zoë tapped a rhythm on the steering wheel. “In fact, he is quite opposite. Dare I even say that his fatal flaw is to blame.”

“His... you’re saying his fatal flaw is selflessness?”

“Not exactly.” Zoë admitted. “But... I’ve seen very few with this, especially children of the sea, but I believe it is personal loyalty. He would give anything to save a friend, even his own reputation or life.”

Thalia thought for a moment. She had done that but... she couldn’t have the same thing... right?

“What about you?” She asked. “What’s your fatal flaw.”

Zoë glanced at Thalia. Then sighed.

“I trusted too easy. I believed everything I was told, with hopes that they were good people. It was that flaw that brought me to the hunt, millennia ago.”

Thalia watched her features. She hadn’t noticed before, but Zoë had an ancient beauty to her. Like a goddess.

“I might join.” She blurted.

Zoë jumped in shock.

“I... I mean, the great prophecy.” Thalia stated. “If I don’t turn 16, Percy becomes the child of the prophecy. Right?”

“Unless the Fates decreed otherwise.” Zoë said. “But are you-”

“No, I’m not sure. But... If I need to, I will.”

They all stood in the throne room. Zoë was next to her lady, battered up and barely hanging on to conscious. Some of Apollo’s handmaidens, if they even were maidens, were attending to her.

Zoë whispered something to Artemis, and the child goddess nodded.

“Thalia, please step forward.” Zeus announced. Thalia stepped forward, all eyes on her. Percy’s arm was around Annabeth, holding her up. Grover was nervously nibbling on his shirt collar, his eyes wide and watery.

Zeus began to drone on about stuff she decided wasn’t important, then Artemis stood up.

“Due to recent events, I will offer you a place as lieutenant of my hunt.” The goddess announced.

Thalia blinked, shocked. “But Zoë’s lieutenant.”

“I have been lieutenant for millennia. It is time I step down to a lower position. I nominated you as my successor.”

Thalia’s heart fluttered a little. To think that the two didn’t get along a week ago would have confused anyone, but now...

“I accept.” Thalia stood up straighter. Zeus glanced uncomfortably at Hera, then at Thalia.

“Are you sure you want to-”

“I am not the child of the prophecy,” Thalia stated. “Percy is. Tomorrow I will not turn 16, I will be leading the hunt onto our next adventure.”

She got down on one knee and bowed her head.

“I, Thalia daughter of Zeus, pledge myself to Artemis. I shall turn my back on the presence of men and romance, serving until my needs are fulfilled.”

Artemis clear her throat. “I accept your pledge.”

Thalia glowed silver, and she stood a different person. Zoë limped over and placed the tiara on Thalia’s head.

Thalia noticed a change in her thinking while Percy was AWOL.

Before her stood a boy roughly her age, overgrown blond hair that reminded her of a hedgehog, and blue eyes that painfully reminded her of her mom’s.

“Who are thee!” Zoë demanded, her arrow changed on the boy’s chest. Beside the boy were two people - a girl with possible hypothermia and a elf with brown curly hair.

The blue eyed boy’s gaze went from Zoë to Thalia, and they widened. He fished for something in his pocket and pulled it out, glancing at it.

“... Thalia?”

Thalia noticed her girls tensing up. It’s never good if a boy knew a hunter’s name, even more so when the hunters didn’t know him.

“Answer the question.” Thalia demanded.

“I’m... your baby brother.” He whispered.

Thalia dropped her hunting knife.

“Jason?” She gasped. “You- Oh my gods. The scar...”

She took a small step forward, remembering that day. “You tried to eat a stapler, oh my gods it’s really you. I... I thought-”

She paused, then turned to her group. “Attend to them, treat them as if they were one of our own. The girl has hypothermia, Phoebe tend to her. Hunter, Sophii, set up camp and alert the others.”

The girls nodded and went to work immedantly. Thalia’s electric eyes met berry ones.

“Zoë, you will come with me.” The coppery girl shouldered her bow and nodded. Jason mumbled something to the elf and the two followed Thalia to her tent.

The entire time they talked, Zoë stood in the corner with a concerned gaze.

Thalia ushered the boys out and walked over to Zoë.

“You know what this is, don’t you?”

The ex-lieutenant nodded slowly. “It has been a while, but I recognize a praetor from anywhere.”

“Praetor? Like a leader?”

Zoë nodded. “Your brother has served for a long time, I’m surprised he isn’t colder.”

Thalia bit her lip. “I thought he was dead. Any Jason is better than No Jason.”

Zoë grabbed Thalia’s hand. Her fingers were warm and sent tingles down Thalia’s spine.

“Jason isn’t cold,” Zoë reassured. “I have a feeling about him, the same kind I had with Percy. I do not always agree with the queen of the gods, she cost me my first home, but I can say one thing.”

Thalia’s heart was pounding with anticipation.

“Jason is not like Luke. He is a true ally to the hunt.”

Thalia ran across the lawn that August night and tackled her brother in a hug. Jason let out a startled grumble and collapsed, half conscious. Percy watched the two, frowning.

“What?”

“Reyna was right. Jason really does look like the All American boy, and you look like the person who’ll rob him at gunpoint.”

Thalia let out a laugh. “I do not!”

“Do too.” Annabeth grumbled, half smiling.

The hunters made themselves at home, chatting up with roman girls, offering places in the hunt.

“You look tired.” Percy noted when Jason and Annabeth walked off. Thalia pierced her lips.

“No I do not.”

Percy scanned her features. His eyes were colder, much colder. But they had a small spark in them.

“You’re right, you look like you might be in love.”

Thalia choked. “What gives you that idea?!”

Percy nodded in Zoë’s direction. “You have that puppy look Annabeth told me I had.”

“Hunters don’t fall in love, Percy.”

“Sure they do.” He stated. “It’s just a matter of taking that risk for a second chance.”

Thalia looked at Aegis, the silver bracelet on her wrist.

“I swore off love, so did Zoë. What if she doesn’t like me back?”

Percy watched the hunter with a blank face.

“Ask Drew.” He stated. “She’ll be able to tell you. I can’t though, I’m not that skilled.

Thalia bit her lip. Then she walked over to a group of Aphrodite children, leaving Percy alone by cabin 1.

They noticed her, falling silent as she approached.

“I need to talk to Drew. Alone.”

The girls half glared at her, but left until there was only a girl with pink lined eyes and sleek black hair.

“What do you want, hunter?”

Thalia cleared her throat uncomfortably. “I... need to know who Zoë is in love with?”

Drew’s eyebrows knitted together. “Why?”

Thalia bit her lip. This seemed so much harder, but Percy was right. She did like Zoë, more than a hunter should.

“Oh my gods, you have a crush?” Drew whispered, suddenly excited. Thalia shushed her, eyes wide. “Okay geez, sorry. I need to get closer to her.”

Thalia sighed, then beckoned the love child to follow her. Zoë noticed Thalia approaching her and decided to meet her halfway.

“Thalia,” Zoë started, “I need to-”

“Oh my gods, so cute!” Drew squealed. The entire camp went silent. “Um... oops... I’ll just leave-”

“Wait, what is going on?” Zoë demanded. Drew held up her hands and backed away, doe brown eyes wide and innocent.

“Zoë, I have come to realize that I like you more than a friend...” Thalia’s voice was hoarse. Everyone’s eyes were on her now, spotlighted and critical.

Zoë’s mouth dropped a little when she noticed what Thalia meant.

“You... love me?” She whispered.

Thalia nodded. “I know hunters can’t do-”

Zoë engulfed her in a hug. “Oh gods of Olympus, I love you too!”

Thalia stumbled back a little, then smiled brightly. When the two parted from the hug, she noticed the child goddess standing in front of cabin 8.

“M’lady.” Thalia held up here hands. “I can explain.”

“You do not need to.” Artemis walked towards the two. “Neither of you do.”

Zoë bowed her head a little. Campers gathered around, curious.

“You can not stay within my hunt, romance is something that is notorious for being incompatible with partial immortality. I do not wish to see my two favourite hunters suffer from heartbreak due to dying in combat. Upon your wish, I shall release you both.”

Thalia thought for a moment. She told herself for years that she will never turn 16. But now she was given that chance, and to grow old with a girl she loved.

“I accept.” Zoë stated. Thalia’s heart fluttered, and she made up her mind.

“I accept as well.”

In a flash of gold light, she felt the immortality slip away from her. Zoë grabbed her hand and planted a kiss on her cheek.

“Of all the people, I never thought my rival from ages ago would have been the reason I left the hunt.” Zoë smiled. “But I would not have it any other way.”

#thalia #thalia grace #zoë nightshade #zozo #femslashweek #pjofemslashweek #pjosapphicweeks #sapphic #aesthetic/story #3366 #thalia and zozo #femslash #lesbians #pjo #hoo #fanfiction #aesthetic

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so, I finally finished the new Phasma book.

to put it bluntly, this is hands down the most infuriating book I've ever read (and not in a good way), and the worst one I've ever payed to read.

TL;DR: the entire thing is colored by biases, both the author’s and the other characters’, and it’s plagued by an unreliable narrator who admits to embellishing the stories, but nowhere does it tell the reader what’s been altered and what hasn’t, making the entire thing almost pointless to read.

it only serves to drill home that Phasma is inherently evil, worse than everyone else, presented in the worst possible way. there is no dynamic or growth to anyone besides Cardinal (who only minorly grows) and there’s no real story arch, only a list of Phasma’s worst moments from an unreliable narrator.

don’t waste your money. if you must, rent it or borrow it, but don’t pay money for this crap.

Phasma is a secondary character in her own story, and has no agency

her story is told through an unreliable narrator intent more on controlling the emotions of her captor rather than telling the audience an accurate account of events, meaning we can’t know what’s real and what’s not, what’s accurate and what’s embellished.

it is also colored by the person who told the unreliable narrator, and half the story is lost because she couldn’t tell what Phasma was feeling while under her various masks. we have scenes of Phasma crying, but not only do we not know if that actually happened, but also why she was crying, minus one moment where the narrator can only guess that she might be due to the fact that she was once again wearing a helmet.

Phasma also has her privacy violated in a way that is completely unacceptable. the story is told from a resistance spy to Phasma’s coworker (he trains the children, she trains his graduates) so every single thing we’re told, he’s told.

including that Phasma’s a virgin. in no situation was that relevant to share, particularly to her own coworker, besides instilling with the surrounding context that something’s “wrong” with her (she doesn’t like physical touch or affection like everyone else, reinforcing the ‘asexuals are cold, unloving, and inhuman compared to proper, loving, human heterosexuals’ trope, and with her also shipping kylux, there’s the uncomfortable implication that anyone who isn’t heterosexual is inherently bad, as everyone good or innocent is specifically pointed out as being heterosexual)

but on top of that, at the same time she’s treated as a sexual object, as when her coworker and her are in a physical fight to the death, the feeling of being on top of her and her on top of him in this physical brawl gives him a boner that the author took extra care to describe.

Phasma’s lack of agency is appalling, and offensive, as is her lack of character.

the ENTIRE book, all 400 pages, pretty much exist only to repeat “Phasma’s bad, m’kay?”. I have never seen anyone beat a dead horse as much as this book.

the reason it sounds like I’m just generalizing when I say Phasma’s character is just evil and there’s all there is, is because that’s all we’re told. any time we’re shown something that seems like a personality outside “I will do anything to survive”, we’re told “well actually, it seems good/heroic/ext and is good and heroic when done by anyone else, but when done by her it’s actually evil and here’s why”.

there’s also the horribly misogynistic treatment of her character over others. we’ve already seen that she’s treated like a sex object, but she’s also held to a different standard.

the brainwashed child soldier that is her coworker is referred to as a “white night fighting for justice” who is redeemed by the end of the book. he’s shown as an inherently good person who wants to do good, but was simply “misled”, while Phasma, a child desperately trying to survive on a planet that rains acid onto her only home, rocks that are too poisonous to touch and jutting haphazardly far above an ocean full of giant creatures just waiting to eat you, is just inherently evil, and that’s that.

anything she does is bad, with an ulterior motive, but when the ~white night~ does it, it’s totally for good reasons. (example: he memorizes the numbers of all the troopers he trains because he’s proud of them and their accomplishments. she memorizes all the troopers numbers because she’s keeping an eye on them lest she needs to make one of them disappear or die in an accident, like her own niece, whom it’s simply assumed that it was a cover up of a murder simply because ~she’s evil~ even though not a few pages before, we’re told she protected the child from witnessing Brendol Hux destroying their planet. but then again, what’s real? did that really happen? did any of it happen? we just don’t know, because our narrator is an admitted liar)

but beyond all the specifics that are so horrible, there’s no story arch. there’s no real climax. this wasn’t a book I just couldn’t put down. in fact, I had to put it down many times and force myself to finish it. and whenever someone died (which was pretty much all the characters) it felt empty. there was so little to them that their deaths weren’t emotional in any way.

her brother is kind and smart and charismatic, but we’re only told those things rather than shown. the only thing we are shown is that he brought everyone into an area full of radiation poisoning, including a 6 year old child, on a suicide mission, but this is only referred to something that was “wrong”, as in, a single bad decision, but not something that made him inherently bad, and his death is seen as just more proof of Phasma’s nature.

there’s one man who’s name I can’t even remember who was supposedly the funny one of the bunch, but again, we’re only told and don’t get to see it at all as he dies very early on.

there’s a child (13ish) who’s just childish. that’s really all she is. she’s sneaky in battle, bubbly and childish, idolizes Phasma, but we never really get to see her do anything because the person whom we get these stories from is constantly protecting her and only watches her being a playful and curious child. her death likewise feels more like an unnecessary annoyance, an attempt for extra Phasma-is-evil-ness before getting back to the plot progression, than an emotional death of a character who’s been a part of the bulk of the story.

there’s the (potential, but implied) father of the child of the person telling the story. he’s a gentile giant. period. that’s literally all there is to him. he’s a gentile giant who’s good at fighting, and his death too is only ‘sad’ because the eye witness of the story is sad, but it doesn’t actually FEEL emotional. just like the child’s, it just feels unnecessary and taking time away from the story progression.

this woman had an entire book to make us fall in love with these characters. to learn about them, to love them, to feel their struggle and pain, and we don’t get that. NOTHING in this story is dynamic, at all.

hell, every time there’s a moment attempting to give Phasma more of a character (besides obvious lying on the part of our unreliable narrator), such as when her coworker attempts to explain away an action as avenging the death of her brother, our narrator shoots him down and reminds him that she’s inherently evil, and her only motive for anything is for her own gain, because she is unable to feel things like love and affection and even justice, and therefor it makes ~infinitely~ more sense for her to be getting rid of witnesses of her crime rather than avenging anyone.

the only saving grace is the very last chapter, which is FINALLY a moment that we get to see from Phasma’s point of view, but it is far too short, and only serves to tell us how her armor came to be.

had the entire story been like that chapter, had we gotten to see her pov and her motives from her own mind, had she been allowed to be a human being like everyone else and tell her own story, it could have been great.

but as it is, it’s absolute dogshit and Delilah doesn’t deserve a single penny of your money.

#personal #Phasma #Captain Phasma #I cannot stand what this woman did to my baby #she deserved the same tragic backstory as the others got #not this shit #women can be evil and not be literally satan #if men can be evil because of a tragic past and get sympathy for it #so can women #not to this piece of crap apparently #but that's simply another one of her biases #it was pretty good until the mines #everything went downhill from there #and it just continued to get worse and worse and worse #I have never wanted to burn a book in my life until I started reading this one #and for the first physical book I've picked up in almost a year #that's saying something

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