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ladybirdswritings · 7 months

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BEAUTY AND THE HYBRID - Klaus Mikaelson Fanfiction

summary: the slip of burlap rope brings an unsuspecting girl into the arms of a vicious, bloodthirsty creature.

warnings: mentions of ab*se, stockholm syndrome, captivity, dea*h, and violence.

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"Oh fuck yeah!"

"Birdie!"

My face tints a rose-like pink, burning at my cheeks as I scold my sister with wide eyes. She is happy today, and that's rare for us. Regardless, happy or not, her sailor's mouth never fails to mortify me. The patrons of this syrup scented diner stare for a moment, but return to their meal soon enough.

Birdie is fourteen today, and her eyes are eager and swimming with starvation as she inhales the powdered sugar air. I can't really afford this, not right now at least. Probably not tomorrow either, but today is her birthday. She'll only be fourteen once and- mom would have done the same thing. In fact, mom did do the same thing. Many times for me. When I turned twelve, we snuck into a cake shop and ate each sugared treat cased in glass displays. That was my favorite birthday.

I am not brave enough or- stupid enough to steal from anyone else. I have done enough of that this week.

"Dude, they have french toast coated in chocolate syrup."

Birdie is drooling now, I smile at her.

"Whatever you want, Birdie."

It's sad, how this is like Christmas for her. A warm meal at a shitty Mystic Falls Diner for the big one four. I will do more, soon. This however, it will be dealt with if I just take over Riley's night shift at the Grille- she won't mind the time off anyways.

The waitress is a strawberry blonde, her legs seem to go for miles. Her eyes are a pretty blue and her smile is tinted pink. Birdie wastes no time.

"Chocolate syrup french toast please! Heavy emphasis on the chocolate syrup... Ooh! And a stack of four pumpkin pancakes with whipped cream and lots of bacon and eggs on the side. Some orange juice too."

The waitress stifles her grin as she jots Birdie's order down on yellow pad paper.

"And for you?"

Birdie looks at me hopefully. I gaze into her eyes for a moment and pretend that my next words will be a request of pumpkin pancakes too.

"Oh that's everything, I'm not hungry."

Guilt floods them,

"I can hold off on the pump-"

"No Birdie, really I am not hungry."

I'm starving. My stomach growls in protest, luckily quiet enough for only me to hear. Birdie believes me, at least I hope she does as she sinks back into the booth.

The waitress smiles sympathetically, nodding once before scurrying off.

Birdie is impatient, drumming her fingers on the cherry wood as we wait. It isn't just the food she's impatient for. She groans.

"Ahhh- apple! C'mon- can't we just take a two second peek at what's in the big dumb thing?"

My brows twitch in discomfort and urgency, and I lift my finger to hush her. Maybe what that man said was all just to scare me, maybe he thought it was funny. It is the month of halloween after all, I have learned in my years here how serious all of Mystic Falls takes it. Still, I don't wan't to take any chances.

I shake my head at her,

"No. Not happening. That dude told us to keep this locked tight under all circumstances."

Birdie only rolls her eyes at that,

"Pfft. That guy was probably just trying to scare us. Ooh! I bet its drugs, or illegal weapons! Or illegal drug weapons!"

I shush her again.

"It doesn't matter what it is, it's not ours. I'm not opening it. I need it safe till midnight, till I get the payout and we get the hell out of Mystic Falls."

Birdie frowns, eyes gazing at the lonely jack-o-lantern glowing golden on the concrete outside.

"You think all that money is gonna buy us real fancy meds for dad? Like ones that'll get him better quickly?"

I wince at the question, I want to say yes but I truthfully don't know. He's worsened this month, I only hope these days. So does Birdie. It's her birthday, I can't make her sad.

"I'm sure we'll figure it out, we always do. Dad's gonna be fine. We're gonna have lots of money, money for medicine and money for unlimited pumpkin pancakes until you're at least forty three."

Birdie nods in agreement with that statement, "fuck yeah." she whispers. She tries to keep it discreet but, I hear it anyways. I ignore it.

The strawberry blonde waitress returns, juggling Birdie's food on a golden arm. She places four plates down in front of my lanky sister, her eyes light up like a million fireworks have ignited within them.

"Brought you a coffee pot sugar, its on the house."

The waitress, Karen, she smiles softly and it's warm like the coffee pot. She throws pink packets of sugar and small cups of cream in front of me. It'll keep me awake, I'm grateful. I thank her as I pour the bitter drink into the mug and breathe in the aroma.

Birdie is devouring her food as if it will up and leave her.

"My my, all this food. Today a special occasion?" Karen inquires, I nod with a warm grin.

"It's her birthday."

Karen gasps, "A birthday!? Well how old are you sweetheart? Old enough to pay the bill?" She jests.

Birdie shakes her head, teeth crushing a mixture of chocolate whipped pumpkin toast topped with bacon and egg. Whatever she could fit in her mouth. "Nope. Fourteen." She speaks muffled with a mouth full of food- her words are hardly audible, masked by her chewing. I repeat it to the waitress.

"Well then, a birthday calls for a special treat don't it? I'll go get one."

I nod gratefully, "Thanks. Hey um- do you guys have a bathroom?"

She points to the right and I slide out of the booth-gripping the white oak case in my hands. I'll bring it with me. I would be a fool to lose it, let alone leave it with my very occupied sister. I almost don't believe it's anything of importance, probably just some cruel prank. My intuition reminds me just how too good to be true it sounds. Yet, I am hopeful this month. So I'm playing along anyways.

My eyes are glued to the case as I walk right, so much so that I don't see the polished boots in front of me. I gasp, accepting the fate of the floor before it even greets me. We never meet. I clutch on to the fabric smelling of maple and bourbon. It tethers me, lifting me to my feet.

It is silent, I meet ice blue eyes.

Christ...

They bore past my very being, into something I don't even see myself. My soul, maybe. He is tall, tall enough that it makes me feel quite small. He has golden brown hair that curls at the tips, and golden brown stubble that surrounds pink lips. His eyes, they're all I see.

I stumble, he steadies me again with two strong hands.

"Holy shit!" Birdie calls, maybe amused- maybe relieved. She saw that, everyone saw that. My cheeks are pink again, as are the tips of my ears. The man's eyes wander around us, and it seems like that is enough for everyone. They all mind their business and return to their meals. As if he just cast a spell to detour their gazes.

His hands still grasp me as his eyes devour my composure.

"Are you all right?" His voice is like honey, stuck in a glass pot but glazing sweetness dripping from the very lid. It is deep, accented. He isn't from here.

I can't speak, I feel like I am crushed under his boot, the same one I tripped over. I only nod.

He releases me, slowly.

His eyes remain on mine, until they don't. He peers at the white oak case with an expression I cannot begin to describe. I watch him for a moment, analyzing. Fear strums at my core... its familiarity- I think. Or maybe I am just paranoid. I gulp, bending down to collect the case in my hands in an instant before he gets the chance to. I gaze at it, praying my fall didn't disrupt whatever lay inside.

He gazes at it too.

I have to speak now, otherwise I will be stuck frozen here.

"I apologize I um- I should have been paying more attention."

He doesn't tear his gaze away from the case. Not at first, for a moment that seems far too long for me to stomach. He breaks, eventually and a part of me is relieved but it seems a bigger part of me wishes he would just return his stare toward the case again. His eyes feel like they're burning through me. Like as if I try and speak again, my voice will falter to nothingness.

"You're alright, sweetheart. On you go."

Sweetheart. It calms the nerves. I nod gratefully, but his eyes returning to what is grasped in my hands just reminds me of why exactly I should be stepping rather than shaking. A gulp, then I am on my way, feet clashing against the noir tiles. Birdie is accompanied by the waitress, I catch glimpse in a napkin holder and sigh in relief as I push through the faded blue door.

I am eager to release the case from my burning hands, I was gripping it tight enough to callous my reddened palms. I throw it on the ceramic sink as the faucet squeaks, my trembling hands splash my pink face with warm water. I heat even more.

The mirror greets my pallid features, sunken in with exhaustion and hunger. It also meets my eyes, swimming with a melting pot of emotions. My breaths are shallow and labored, and my heart is pounding on its cages.

I splash my face again and yet? I cannot shake the feeling that this won't be the last time I see that man again...

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klutzyroses · 2 years

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Hello there uhmm i love all your HC!! Can i request on ikemen vampire boys taking care of MC who got amnesia and forgots only his boyfriend ( but the others she remember it well) and how the boys handles it... uhm can i request for theo, napoleon, faust, vlad, arthur.. if its ok thank u alot i will keep supporting u ❤ sweet ending pls hehehe thank u again

Aww, thank you anon, that means a lot, I hope you enjoy!❤

IkeVamp HCs: Amnesiac S/O

How do they handle their s/o losing her memory of them?

Suitors: Napoleon, Arthur, Theo, Vlad, Faust

Warnings: Slight spoilers from Napoleon, Theo and Arthur's routes

Napoleon

He was stricken when he first realized you didn't remember him. It takes a few moments for it to sink in as he feels something akin to a stone in the base of his throat as his chest tightened painfully.

"Nunuche..."

The longing whisper echoed to nobody apart from his own ears, resounding in his heart as his jade eyes peered into your shimmering ones, that once looked back with adoration and warmth.

He would stop at nothing to get you back. He wasn't giving you up that easily. You meant too much to him, were too precious to him. No matter how much it hurt, he would get you back.

That was a promise.

He wouldn't go too overboard on spending time with you but he would treat you exactly the same before you were a couple, in order to rebuild some semblance of a friendship with you.

He doesn't want to force you so he will be patient, ignoring the ache in his heart as he longed to see those luminous orbs of yours glowing with the warmth they always had for him.

It isn't until one beautiful evening, when he brings you to the attic, illuminated only by the star-laden sky visible through the window. It's there that he suddenly kneels in front of you and takes your hand in his and presses a kiss to it, as a devoted knight to his princess.

Whilst you blush at his sudden show of affectionate chivalry, he unabashedly renews that same vow he has always made to you and promises his love and protection to you, no matter how long it would take for you to return his affection.

He doesn't care if you've forgotten everything. He didn't care if you never remembered. He is prepared to start over with you if that's what it took. So long as it's with you.

He is absolutely prepared for that. Which is why he is taken aback when he sees your eyes swim with emotions, so strongly, so violently like a tempestuous ocean as they widen...then fill with tears of love...

"Napo...leon..."

Your soft, shaky voice sounded in the silent room in response to his loving words. It's just one word. Just his name.

But it's all he needs to just know. He could see it in your eyes.

The soldier got to his feet and buried you in his arms, your whimpers and tearful apologies swallowed by his embrace, like you were wrapped in a warm blanket during a cold winter night. That very same embrace that would always protect you from harm no matter what came your way.

"Nunuche. Don't cry, I'm right here, ma puce. There's nothing to cry about because I'll always be right here to keep you safe. Always.

Arthur

You might as well have plunged a knife in his heart. He felt as though someone had thrown cold water in his face when you turned to him and asked him who he was.

"I...Y/N...you don't..."

He couldn't form any coherent sentence due to the sudden loop you had thrown him for. You, his beloved Y/N, had forgotten all about him. You could've knocked him over with a feather.

He swallows down the rock in the base of his throat and just about maintains his composure in front of you, meeting your gaze with a flirtatious smile.

He acts like his normal self around you and very early on lets you know that he is your boyfriend, a statement that is confirmed by the other residents, to his relief.

However, he makes it clear that he will not pressure you or expect anything from you and rather, you can be friends in the meantime.

He will make any excuse to spend time with you. His writing is on hold, he can't focus on it anyway. Not when you had been suddenly ripped out of his grasp. He honestly hadn't felt this lost since he almost lost you to Adam Worth when you had to drink the supposed "poison"

He will take you out on little investigations, have you play with Vic and just about everything you used to do together.

It really didn't take long for you to start falling for Arthur all over again, despite not remembering him. It made you incredibly shy around him which he gleefully noticed. While it would upset him if you never remembered your former memories, it made him feel a lot better to know that your heart would still belong to him.

That was a dickens of a consolation prize.

But soon, he found that he would get even more than that when during a misunderstanding in which you thought Arthur was getting a little too chummy with another woman and stormed off, subconsciously taking the same route by the Seine that you did so many times with him.

With Arthur on your heels catching up to you, in your hurt, you accused him of potentially pretending to be lovers so he could have easy access to you. Ouch.

He picks up speed and stops in front of you, gripping your arms but what really stops you walking is the heartbreak in the sapphire blue of his eyes, a look that goes beyond that of a kicked puppy.

"Do you really think I'd do that to you? You think I'd deceive you, the most precious woman in my life? No, I didn't lie about that, I could never lie about loving you!"

He pulls you into his arms, softly whispering in shaky tones for you to try and remember, you just have to remember, as he presses gentle kisses on your neck.

"Arth-Mmm!"

Your inquiry is interrupted by the now desperate author kissing you with a passion you don't remember ever being given. It almost makes your knees give out.

When he comes away, he is graced with a flustered and dazed look on your pretty face as you blinked and murmured his name, but he felt it was...different.

"A...Arthur? W...what, w...where am I...what's going on..."

You sound so perplexed as to how you got there, but even more confused by the progression of confusion, shock, then joy and relief flooding your lover's face.

"Y/N...Oh my darling-!"

He peppers you with kisses, further deepening your confusion and baffling you completely. He would explain later but right now you would have to sit through his kisses and words of love...

"Blast it, if I knew that would work, I'd have done it sooner...Love...my love...thank you for remembering me...Thank you for coming back to me, my wonderful assistant. "

Theo

He honestly didn't even know how to react. How was he supposed to react?

"....Huh?"

He honestly thought you were joking at first, especially when you turned to Vincent and asked him who the grumpy man with him was. But soon the mystified expression you gave him very much let him know that you were being serious.

He feels a little numb actually. He wasn't sure why but it stung and then he felt numb. Maybe because he wasn't ready to face that reality just yet. The reality he may have just lost his hondje.

He somewhat throws himself into his work to distract himself for a bit. He knows full when it won't help to avoid the problem, he just needs to step away from it to think my clearly.

But once he is able to, you won't be spending much time away from Theo. He will have you with him for his work and his meetings and let you enjoy the paintings, more or less the same way you spent time together prior to being a couple.

It will take a bit of time but it seemed you were having brief moments of recollection of your shared time together, which relieved Theo to no end, though you weren't quite there yet.

It wasn't until a certain day while you were seated with him outside, the energetic King running among the grass, as you spoke in amicable pleasantries that Theo's efforts paid off.

You suddenly comment that King was so cute and huggable and that Theo has a great taste in dogs. He says nothing at first, he just stares into your eyes until you blush.

"Yeah, but I used to have to. But one of them got away from me and I'm still waiting on her to get back to her master."

Somehow, something about his low, seductive tone has you looking back up with slightly puzzled eyes, your breath hitching at the intense cerulean pinning you to the spot.

You didn't understand, yet at the same time, you understood perfectly. That's why your answer is purely instinctive.

"I am not a dog, Theodorus! Why are you always calling me that!"

The angry pout on your face was cuter than it was scary but it quickly vanishes as it's replaced by a look of surprise at your own words, very much mirroring Theo's.

You both blink at one another before his eyes soften as he reaches to you, a little hope in his visage.

"...Hondje...?"

He feels almost ready to melt when you don't shy away from his hand, but instead lean your head closer to it until it encompassed your soft cheek, allowing him to caress it. His name is a tender, timid whisper on your lips, telling him all he needed to know in that moment.

You were back. You came back.

You don't have time to try and apologize before he presses his forehead to yours and holds you close to him, right where you belong.

"You've got some nerve hondje...seriously...You realize now I'm taking you with me everywhere to make up for lost time, right."

He punctuates that with a soft kiss to your lips, his fingers caressing your waist.

Vlad

The immediate feeling of loneliness washed over him, his heart aching painfully.

"...You poor thing..."

It was like the blood in his veins turned to ice water. That's how it felt when he looked into that gorgeous face of yours...and saw nothing.

You looked at him as though a stranger, like you had never met before and while outwardly, he is calm, he can't deny the empty sinking feeling inside him.

You were his beautiful flower, his entire world, he could never survive without you.

He isolates himself for days, by all appearances he was brooding and wallowing but that's not it at all.

The man was merely considering how to help you come back to him. He could, would do it, but he doesn't want to harm you in the process.

When he finally works out the details in his mind, Vlad puts his plan into motion by bumping into you while you were in town running errands. You were attracted to his flower cart and he struck up a conversation, making the tremendous effort to act as though you were strangers.

He charmed you into following him to somewhere more private, preferably somewhere with flowers, before suddenly turning to you with his eyes of crimson engulfing you, pulling you in as your world disappears around you and changes to one of beautiful stars in the night as red petals flutter in the air around you, tickling your skin and caressing you in intimate ways. Through the pleasurable sensation, you feel the most gentle hand take your own as the ethereal pureblood leans his forehead against yours.

"Surrender to me...let yourself fall into my arms as my love consumes you fully."

Your mind is filled with his silvery words and sultry tone, your heart filling to the brim with his love.

When your eyes clear, you are back in reality, held lovingly in his arms like a bride as his newly worn cloak blows slightly in the evening breeze.

Shaking slightly and eyes glassy with warmth and sorrow as your head laid against his chest as he watched and handled you with absolute care.

"V...Vlad...I...I..."

You could barely finish your apology before you felt his lips brush your forehead.

"There's no need for that. Just rest for now, my rose. Rest."

At his whisper, your luminous eyes flutter shut as you fell into a pleasant slumber, surrounded by his warmth as he took his beloved queen back to the castle with him.

Faust

He will outwardly act as though it was more of an annoyance than something that genuinely bothered him. He acts like the blank stare you give him doesn't sting, like the curious tilt of your head as you pondered who he was.

"Hn. How irritating."

He may seem unaffected, but even Charles noticed he was even quieter than normal, more sharp-tongued, and spent more time locked away in his room, supposedly working on something.

He will never admit it, but he was hurting. Why must everything be taken from him by Fate? What divine punishment was this?

He doesn't leave his room often, and when he does, Vlad and Charles just barely see him before he is gone again. What nobody knows is that he has been tirelessly working to reverse your condition. No matter what it took, he would reverse it.

And reverse it he did, when, in just a week, he manages to convince you to take a concoction of his creation. How? He fed it to you by injecting it in your favourite treat.

Your eyes grow somewhat bleak and dazed as soon as you ingest it.

You question what he gave you as you sleepily rubbed your gorgeous eyes and peered at him through your lashes and pause when you actually get a look at him.

"...Faust?"

Your voice is small, questioning and confused. He can sense the familiarity, the worry and of course, recognition.

Beautiful, blessed recognition. You remembered him.

He still maintains his composure but the flood of relief he feels as he peers into those shining eyes that see him once again threatens to crush his facade. He gives you a sharp glare, though it feels a little weak as he grasps your shoulder with a secure and gentle hand.

"You have subjected me to a great deal of stress. Unforgivable."

Your saddened and teary-eyed murmurs for forgiveness make the corner of his lips tug upwards.

"You will have to make it up to me."

He tugs you into his chest where he holds you securely with no intention of letting you after finally getting his much loved guinea pig back.

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#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp theo #ikevamp vlad #ikevamp faust #ikevamp headcanons #ikemen vampire headcanons #ikemen vampire scenarios

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bookwyrminspiration · 9 months

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Hello! What do you think would be the fallout if Sophie went as far as to kill another person, either in self defense or with murderous intent? (I.e. a neverseen member.)

How do you think this would go onto affect dear Sophie, particularly in the camp of guilt and all that. Do you think she would crumble or would is serve as a start to a much darker path, one of corruption and loosening morals?

I think Sophie's storehouse fire gives us a solid guide to anticipate how she'd handle killing someone; we see her make a split second decision, act, justify her actions and resolve, then realize her friends disagree and start panicking a little while reminding herself why she did what she did, and then ultimately just trying to move on because she doesn't have time to dwell. What's done is done.

My guess is that's about what would happen if she killed, say, Gisela. On the battlefield she's like "there's only one way to truly end this" and then she one track mind stabs her throat out before she has time to panic. And Sandor's trained her well so she doesn't flinch from the spray of blood. And then her friends don't ever look at her quite the same, and they're quiet when the battle is over and they all go home. Because they understand her reasoning, but she still just took someone's life.

But this time, I don't think her friends would really try to argue with her about it, and they'd try to be really gentle in their conversations. Because they are risking her sanity if they make her feel guilty. And Sophie can't be fixed if she breaks. No one can be fixed if Sophie breaks. So they'd let her justify it to herself and convince herself it was the right thing to do.

That would only last so long, I think, before her doubts and horror catch up with her. Because even though she may have been entirely justified, killing someone fucks you up; she's only 15. And she never chose this. Her friends chose to fight (Marella/Wylie less so), but Sophie was created in the middle of all this. She can't leave it behind like they can. And she'd also be aware her sanity is on the line and that there's no one to fix her, so she'd keep trying to push it out of her mind an reaffirm her actions, but this isn't the kind of thing you can repress forever; it will come back.

I think out of the kotlcrew, she's most equipped to kill given her upbringing, her increased exposure to violence and human horrors. I don't think she'd become corrupted, but perhaps would turn in on herself? Because no one treats her quite the same, they're all always watching, she's always anxious and hollow and shaking, and so its just easier to be alone. keeping herself busy so she can't think about what she did.

I think she'd do that for a while, but it would get to be too much trying to ignore it; it comes back. she has to face it and it's sink or swim. either she faces it and comes out the other side better for it, or she's lost to it and fully crumbles. I believe she could work through it, she's resilient and best equipped, but it is a significant trauma her species is specifically not made to process

She'd feel guilty, but would reflect and conclude there was literally no other way to stop everything, and I think that feeling of lack of choice would really help. Forced by circumstance and lessen how much it feels like it was her choice. Like yeah, she did have another choice technically, but realistically? Someone had to. And she'd be really glad it was her and not one of her friends dealing with it, which would make her feel a little better.

Overall, i think she could do it. I think she could kill someone (in this I'm imagining Gisela) and work through it to be okay in the end--but it would be hell in the process and irreversibly change her and all her friendships. And would take a lot of time, which she may or may not have.

#kotlc #sophie foster #quil's queries #nonsie #shannon seems to be hinting that sophie will kill gisela #so. I suppose we'll see if I'm right or not #sometimes I understand the characters! sometimes shannon pulls a 180 and i'm like wtf was that #but I think murderous intent sophie would have to be a very specific set of circumstances and would be a different series #i can imagine a way it would happen. but it would so radically alter the story it wouldn't be what it is now #would still be a good story! just not the same one

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awholelottayeehaw · 1 year

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Mando Finale Thots (Spoilers Below Cut)

I was honestly disappointed with the Season Finale. Was it fun? Sure. Did it have everything I ever wanted for Din and the gang? Almost. But this is why I can't be happy with what we got:

What happened to Paz?? If he died this heroic death why was he never brought up again? I'm glad his son got his baptism finally but like... what about his dad's funeral?? You're telling me that Din wouldn't be mourning the loss of his childhood rival?? Either Paz isn't dead and will make a return next season in a villainous role or the writing was weaker than white people's tolerance to spice

What was the point of the Dr. Pershing episode?? It took precedence over the premiere AND the finale yet nothing came of it?? That whole episode could've been a fucking email if it wasn't that important to the season's overall plot

What happened to the armor the Armorer gave to Grogu?? It was never brought up again and you can't tell me Season 2 and BOBF Din WOULDN'T have been sobbing under his bucket upon seeing it. Also, who bathes Grogu?? Din is a parent is he allowing his son to be a stinky stank and that's how he never saw the armor?? Whack.

How could the darksaber, an ancient indestructible weapon that is capable of slicing through beskar... be defeated in a Ghetto Stomp. Either that wasn't the real darksaber or they got lazy and tossed a major SW artifact out the window because it no longer serves them and they wanted the easy way out hoping no one would notice

Why was everyone suddenly okay with Bo-Katan?? She's a racist terrorist who not once had gone in depth or atoned for her war crimes and I'm genuinely disturbed that people chose to forget that. It's like cheering on Hitler because you liked him as a person outside of his political beliefs. I wanted Bo's redemption to be fulfilling while holding her accountable cause like what the actual fuck how is anyone okay with Bo's leadership after so many failed attempts and lies

The build up was to show that Gideon is so full of himself he had to clone himself?? I doubt that was the big reveal, what they saw in the lab on Navarro wasn't Gideon. I refuse to believe they needed Grogu just to make a more OPed version of Gideon. Gideon isn't stupid why would he clone himself with powers he doesn't have when he knows he'd just overthrow himself? That was bait and I'm not buying that or that he's dead that was a clone

Whomst the fuck wasn't watching Grogu and how did he manage to save Din without being detected????

The Mythosaur deserved better. I'm glad it's getting it's centuries long nap in, but I still refuse to believe the darksaber or Din being a himbo was the reason for her seeing it and then barely remembering to mention it again in the end like if it doesn't come back I'm suing Disney

Why was Din made out to be such a damsel until it was convenient? You're telling me this man easily passed out sinking to the bottom of a historic well despite knowing how to swim and his armor being canonically light, but was able to take down half an army by himself?? Din in the finale was the Din I knew who would never have perished from just being a dumb ass not watching his step. Even Grogu conveniently using the force after refusing to all season felt cheap and you can't change my mind

It's great Din adopted Grogu and all but he still hasn't called him his son?? Just his apprentice?? We spent three seasons with everyone else calling Grogu his son and Din his father but the titular character can't?? Where was that cuddly fatherhood from season 2 and episode 1 of this season? He's been treating Grogu like a nephew at most and I just... give me my space dad back

And why did they name drop Dooku but not Satine? What were the stakes? Why is there a season 4 when there's nothing that really needs to be said or done? Going back to the space western season 1 and 2 promised is fantastic but like... at what cost? Are they going to pretend season 3 never happened? Will it all be a dream? Will the peace be destroyed and Din and Grogu need to save Mandalore themselves and the galaxy with the friends they made along the way???

#The Mandalorian Season 3 #The Mandalorian #Season 3 Finale #The Mandalorian Finale #Din Djarin #Bo-Katan #The Armorer #Paz Vizsla #Spoilers #Thoughts #Billie Vents #Grogu #Everyone deserved better

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stacywaters · 10 months

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Written in the Pages (RM) CH7

�� Namjoon POV 𝄇

"So she must like you back! What else would she mean by 'feelings'?"

"You don't get it," I grumble, "she isn't interested in me anymore. She doesn't want to hear from me."

"How oblivious can you be?" Yoongi jokes, "they must have said something that made her think we don't want her around. She's clearly just insecure, so why don't you show her how much she means to you?"

I ponder that for a moment, "how would I do that?"

"We should write a song for her!" Jimin pipes up.

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It's been a week since I've heard from Namjoon. It may sound ridiculous, but part of me had hoped he would continue to try and talk to me. I guess he gave up, just like that.

I walk home slowly, feet trudging against the cobblestones I once skipped on. Along the way, I see the two girls from earlier chattering. they walk in the opposite direction, snickering at a glance of me.

I pull my hood over my head and try to walk faster. eventually, I arrive back home. The silence pulls me in, no one to laugh at me now. I don't understand, things were so much less complicated before Namjoon. Yet somehow, I still feel the thrills. Him talking to me gives me enough energy to do anything.

Then I remember the words from earlier. "They must be doing it as a joke, they would never sit with someone like her on purpose." And my heart sinks again. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of trying to figure out if he likes me as more than a friend just to be hit with the rejection of a punchline. I'm tired. I'm tired of trying to prove myself to people who don't care.

I need to love myself. Not the version others see. I need to focus on myself, and I can't do that if I'm trying to swim in pools too deep for me. Trying to date someone I can never have.

Trying to find myself in people who aren't me.

a knock on the door pulls me from my monologue. I open it without checking the peekhole.

"Y/N, thank god you answered. I need to talk to you. I know you don't want to listen to me, but please just hear me out. please" Namjoon begs from the doorway.

"How do you know where I live?"

"I.. I followed you home, I'm sorry, can I please come in?"

"You followed me home?" I demanded.

"Yes I,.. look I know this sounds bad but please just give me a chance. I can explain everything."

Sighing in defeat, I pull the door open wider and let him in. Leading him to the couch, he speaks before I can even ask.

"Okay. So, when you left that day at lunch, Jungkook had followed you to make sure you were okay. He filled me in on what they said and everything and I just want you to know that I truly do care about you. We all do. And I wouldn't pretend to be friends with someone as a joke, the only person who would do that is someone like those two girls who I rejected. I need you to know all this before I continue."

"Okay, well, thank you for saying that Namjoon." I force a smile, "but continue with what?"

"What I've been hiding from you for the past week," He replies. He takes his phone from his pocket, pulling up an app and pressing play. Suddenly, a song begins to play.

He softly starts to sing, "Just one day, if I can be with you

Just one day, if I can hold your hands

Just one day, if I can be with you

Just one day

If only we can be together"

The music fades out. He brushes his hand next to mine on the couch, slowly intertwining his fingers with mine. I let him.

"Y/N, I have been pining after you for so long. If you don't feel the same, I understand... but I wanted you to know. Since last spring, I've been admiring you. Your hair, your smile, the way you talk and the words you choose, how you treat people with kindness, your quiet demeanor, everything. I'm obsessed with everything about you. And..."

He pauses and I can feel his hands sweat from nerves as he fidgets.

"I'm in love with you."

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five times reunited: ( five times the sender and receiver reunited after being apart for a considerable length of time. ) - cc & alice !

5 times ... meme ( no longer accepting ) + @chmerical // cc

It's late, isn't it? When she comes back, Alice hanging from the window sill, her fingers carded through her hair just to keep it from falling within her eyes, from making it harder for her to creep through this night. This time, she's been gone for FIVE DAYS - it's kind of a personal best, and she'd be proud if she wasn't sure that come the morning, no matter how cool her re-entrance into breakfast with the rest of everybody, that she's due to get her ass beaten black and blue. Well. At least she made sure to make it count, dropping soundless to the floor, shifting the bag that she's got with her over a shoulder to squirrel away into a safe place. But there's something in the dark, isn't there? Someone, who whispers her name like a teasing pull at the edges of it, and relief spikes where paranoia could have made a home, and she's already bounding into their bed, her face pressed loving against their own. "Oh my sweetest Charlie~" her voice a soft-calling thing. "How I've missed you! I've been on the most fabulous adventure. And even brought back a few treats. We'll split them, you and I, come the morning. But quickly! Tell me. What have I missed?"

Alice and CC. CC and Alice. Always and forever, aren't they? The lock, the key! And always together, the two of them wound about each other like roses and thorns and she can't stop herself despite the way that most of the time, there's a sense of raging jealousy that whips within her veins whenever they feud and break up. Together! And broken. But doesn't she ALWAYS COME HOME? How it's like that, even when she's crawling back from someone else's bed, and she knows they're doing the same - their tastes always so different. They chase after guests, their ephemeral almost nature. She dares to muddy the town, like punishment for the way they always lust and let her flounder. But this morning she comes back from her own apartment, miserable and biting her lip, the first to lay down on top of them within the lofty familiarity of their bed. "Come back, my heart..." her heart wrenching plea. "I miss you, I miss you so much..."

Alice gets her own place as a sort of ode to freedom. She knows that there's a place for her at CC's own space. But it wouldn't be the same, would it? Plus. What about their UPS AND DOWNS, their highs and lows? They need places to cool off and find themselves, but it's also been, like, forever and a half since she's slept apart from them, and it leaves her restless. It doesn't help that she's been too busy to come by, shopping for things, setting it up! And poor CC, they've been at the soldier in command for Gerald's own army, even if they were, for better or for worse, the commander of her own. Her knave of hearts, her king and queen and all in between. It's been a week, and it leaves her so sad for it. Already on the phone, her voice like a calling - "Won't you come by?" feeling their excitement already, it bristles and burns, and it's only 15 minutes later when there they are, and oh, ohhh, Alice loves this part. Her arms wound about their neck, her mouth kissing every square inch of skin, "Baby~" darling, sweetheart, love! "You have to see the place!"

Alice REMEMBERS EVERYTHING. Which is very much a problem, considering the state they find her in, the delirium that swims and sings and sinks her whole! Her heart is a mess, her mind is a maze! And worse still ; paranoia bangs a drum that makes her think she's still in the grasp of that terrible thing, that demon, the devil! Nobody believes her, even when she cries and weeps for it, when she begs them to understand that there is something terrible waiting and coming, it's definitely coming! And she's a woozy, lost thing, sunk beneath the waves of consciousness with a shot to the arm, deployed in a hurry. Still though. It will be okay... it will be, it has to be, and when she wakes, she sees her CC waiting there with everyone. But it's CC she cries for, who she clings to after... wait. How much time has passed again? She hardly knows. It's been forever! The uncertainty of it swirls, consumes, and leaves her stripped bare.

It's a trip, she says. To see family. Which is sort of a stunning thing for her to say so lightly, her smile fixed and bright as always. "I'm going overseas. But I'll be back!" it's a cheery little wave and bop goodbye, no explanation given, no timeline for her return. But it's months, and maybe that's the most UNEXPECTED turn of it all. She'd think they'd all have given up on her, save CC. CC knows she always comes home, they know what it means to have a person as the concept, and that they were it. But it's clear she had things to do, and something to settle - and it's like any other day when the other returns to their cabin, Alice waiting there upon the bed, her grin a tell-tale thing, her legs crossed, apple-sauce, upon the bed. "Your hair's gotten so long!" she'll tease, the look on their face so beautiful. "Come here, my love. I'm home. And so are you. And I've missed you so."

#chmerical #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ lost girlhood verse ┆ i'm afraid i can't explain myself !#❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ meme reply ┆ though she very seldem followed it !

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