#it wasn't just that i failed it was also that my parents tried to force me to get my license early
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Yu Jimin - Forced marriage
Pairing: Yu Jimin x Female Reader (CEO AU)
Fandom: Aespa
Requested by: Anonymous
Request: yn's father is in a debt so he gave his daughter to his boss's daughter for money like for marriage bc he is filthy rich so she hates her father. jimin and yn don't want each other, later jimin learns about this, she didn't know that her father did this and start to be kind to her. you can make yn play hard to get or not, whatever you want.
Summary: To pay off his debts, your father decides to make you marry one of the richest CEO's daughter and the fact that none of you wanted that marriage made you both hate each other.
A/N: KARINAAAAAAAA @1luvkarina something's for you😂 Thanks for requesting anon❤
3rd's POV
You hated Yu Jimin.
It wasn't anything personal with the woman, you hated her because of yours and hers parents who decided to control your life without any care about your own feelings.
You always loved your father, he never failed to make you feel loved and he supported you through everything you went through as a teenager but that was until you were 16. Your father borrowed some money from shady people and soon after he borrowed even more not realizing how badly it will end for him. The debt quickly became much too big for your family to pay off. Your parents were devastated, they tried to not talk about anything debt related around you and you thought it was because they didn't wanted to worry you but on your 18th birthday you found out the truth about why they whispered around the house whenever they talked about their debt.
The truth was your father found a solution to their problems. He contacted a very well-known CEO of a famous company in Seoul, Mr. Yu who was also your father's boss and after talking about different options they agreed on having you marry his daughter Jimin who was soon to inherit the company. When your father told you about it you were furious, you couldn't believe your own father could just sell you like this just to solve his own problems and your mother agreeing to that made you even more devastated. Their assurances of their love for you didn't do much for you, you could see that you didn't mean much to them since they were willing to just force you into something like that without any problems.
Your wedding was your nightmare. Jimin was nice and all but ever since you officially met you could feel how much she also hated the fact she had to marry someone she didn't wanted to marry. You both pretended to be happy and in love during your wedding but the moment you guys entered your shared house, you both completely ignored each other. There was no reason for you to argue when you could just pretend that nothing happened and live not getting into each other ways. That's how you spend the next few months as a married couple, you ignored each other most of the time and going on dates with other people, only acting as a couple in front of her parents whenever they visited.
One night Jimin came back from a tiring day at work to see you at your usual spot on the window. You made yourself a very comfortable space there with pillows and blankets so you often used it to rest or sleep if you didn't wanted to sleep with Jimin. Your wife observed you for a while as you read your book before moving to the kitchen to make herself something to eat "I made you dinner. It's in the fridge" Your voice cut through the silence but not for long as silence soon took over again. Jimin silently opened the fridge to see her favorite food prepared. As she warmed it up she continued staring at you "Do you need anything?" You asked looking at her having enough of her stares. Jimin hesitated, thinking if she should touch on the subject.
"Why did you marry me?" You looked up at her confused. You wondered what made her ask that since she never cared about it until now. You were silent trying to think of what to say until Jimin said something that made you furious "Did you pay my father to marry me? That's why he was so adamant in making me marry you?" You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Was she really accusing you of paying her father so you could marry her?
"Excuse me?" You stood up and went over to her "You heard me" You were shocked and angry, you hated how this whole situation made you feel so many things at once, especially the pain you felt when on your 18th birthday "You think I wanted that? Marrying you was the last thing I wanted actually but well I didn't had a choice since my father clearly already signed the agreement with your father before even telling me. Just for your knowledge not everybody is obsessed with you" Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked down, Jimin on the other hand was stunned. She wasn't sure what to say, guilt eat her up as she realized that you just like her were basically sold by your father.
She tried to reach for you but you quickly stormed off to your bedroom leaving Jimin standing alone in the kitchen with all her swirling thoughts.
2 hours passed since then and you were still laying in bed looking at the ceiling. Jimin's words hurt, they reminded you of how betrayed you felt and how much you hated your current life. Jimin still didn't came back to the bedroom and at some point you thought that she decided to sleep on the couch but that thought soon left your mind as you heard the door opening. You turned around to face somewhere else and listened to her quiet footsteps getting closer and soon a hand shook your arm. You stayed still not wanting to even look at her at that moment.
Jimin sighed before talking "Y/N... I know you don't want to talk and I understand that. Just know that I really regret saying everything I said back there, I didn't know about your father. I'm gonna sleep on the couch tonight" She finished and you heard her leaving some bags next to the bed and leaving. You moved around and took the bags to see what was inside and the sight shocked you. It was your favorite meal you ordered a lot during evenings. The fact that Jimin payed attention to that was completely surprising to you but the fact that she went and bought some for you despite the late hour was even more shocking.
Inside was a note.
I wasn't sure which sauce you preferred so I bought every kind they had. I hope you enjoy the food and maybe we can talk tomorrow?
From Jimin <3
Maybe she wasn't so bad after all.
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These Destined Ends
Part 3
Summary: Jessica fulfilled the wishes of the Bene Gesserits to produce a daughter. You’re now burdened with the task of not only marrying the na-Baron, but also bearing his child — the Kwisatz Haderach. Will you take your fate into your own hands? Or will it always belong to those who control you?
Pairings: Feyd-Rautha x F!Reader
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: mentions of killing/death, naked concubines (man and woman), threats via penis manhandling
A/N: I have a vague idea of where I’d like the story to go because I love the fun in discovering different things when writing on a loose plan. This chapter ended up longer than I thought it would be but Feyd is just so damn fun to write😂
You tried not to linger on the implications of your shared quarters.
Angrily you strode after Feyd-Rautha. “What is going to become of my parents?”
“I don’t care.”
You wanted to grab his arm and spin him around, force him to face you. But you were afraid of touching him again, afraid that any little contact would result in an even trade — and you did not want to confront the flicker of attraction you felt when the Harkonnen dragged his lips across your skin. A second reaction would be indicative of something more, and you were determined not to let another scenario arise to find out.
The best you could do was stomp after him. “Well, I do.”
“Nothing will happen.”
“How can you be sure?”
“I just am.”
You mull over this response. Would he tell you differently? You sensed that Feyd-Rautha tended to be brutally honest. Probably because he never had to deal with any consequences in his life. How could he, as na-Baron?
You fail to think of anything else to say and lapse into silence, trusting that he is telling the truth and your parents will be fine. Besides, you comfort yourself, the Emperor would be furious if the Harkonnens just slaughtered one of the other Noble Houses like that. There were laws in place to discourage such atrocities.
Feyd-Rautha continues his unofficial tour, winding through a complicated series of interweaving corridors without speaking. You see several servants along the way, all who keep a cautious distance from you both. You couldn't ignore their curious looks. How strange you felt among them - pale and unblemished like stones smoothed over by a river's constant force. It didn't aid in your comfort.
"Do you not know any of them?" You ask. Feyd-Rautha is anything but a pleasant conversational partner, but at least if you're talking you don't have to listen to your rampant thoughts.
"Who?"
"The servants," you reply, brow furrowing.
He grunts in a noncommittal fashion. "Why would I?"
"Because they work for you." You were on friendly terms with the staff back on Caladan and trying to befriend the Fremen employed to you on Arrakis. The natives were untrusting of you, rightfully so. But you couldn't imagine just ignoring them.
"They're disposable," Feyd-Rautha comments with a wave of his hand. A pair of servants scurry by.
You watch them turn the corner and vanish. "They're afraid of you."
"Hm."
"Am I?"
"Are you what?"
"Disposable."
He casts you a sideways look. "Everyone is disposable once their use has expired. Thus is the way of the Harkonnen."
You contemplate this, frowning. "Even you?"
A dry, brittle laugh erupts from him.
"Are you planning on killing me already, wife? Perhaps you'll adapt just fine here."
That wasn't the compliment he thought it was.
You pointedly ignore him. "Are you telling me that there's not a moment that would make you disposable like the rest of us?"
"There is," he says, seemingly unbothered by the threat of his mortality, unlike you. "My uncle has promised the Baronship to me. If I am an unfit ruler then I would be challenged. Thus is the —"
"— way of the Harkonnen," you finish.
Feyd-Rautha flashes you a smile as sharp as the blade of a dagger. "You are quicker than you look."
"But what of the Noble Houses? The Emperor?"
Feyd-Rautha lifts a shoulder. "House Harkonnen has proved powerful for many, many generations. No one dares challenge us. Nor will they," he adds thoughtfully. He pauses. "Do you fret for our children?"
You inhale sharply, swallowing, and it sticks in your throat. You cough out an unconvincing, "I'm fine!" then set to composing yourself, confident that your sanity would be doubted by anyone who happened by. What a way to be viewed by your subjects. Feyd-Rautha just stares at you in poorly veiled amusement.
"I try not to think of our children," you say after you're sure you're done coughing. Something akin to embarrassment burns you skin.
"Pity," Feyd-Rautha says. "These are our quarters."
Feyd-Rautha's quarters are much more grand than your room on Arrakis. He leads you into an antechamber with a skylight, pouring the strange light from the black sun into the space. There's a sunken level in the floor furnished with dark colored furniture — two love seats and a sofa. A handful of glowglobes float aimlessly by.
Feyd-Rautha crosses the room, forgoing the sunken level, to the other side of the antechamber. You have no choice but to follow.
You don't know what you expected from his — your — room. Perhaps a chamber of torture. But it's not the sleek, elegant display before you, a full sized bed with plush bedding and tasteful curtains covering a bank of floor-length windows. It's impeccably neat.
And, to your abject horror, features three naked figures sprawled out on various surfaces. Two women and one man.
Feyd-Rautha ignores them, even as they slink from their positions to greet him, bodies slender and completely hairless, free of any visible blemishes. You feign an interest in the ceiling. It's not that you're naive to nudity or sexuality, but the sudden exposure to it roots you in your place.
"Do you need an invitation?" Feyd-Rautha asks.
When you force your gaze from the ceiling, you find him settled casually in a chair with a low-slung back, the two women kneeling on either side of him and the man behind. You follow their hands as they wander his body.
"No. No."
Where are you supposed to go? If he believes you will worship him like the others than he's sorely mistaken. You walk to the bed, ghosting your fingers over the bedding and confirming its softness. You hate the way that you can feel him watching you, clearly amused by your discomfort; you rally your courage to meet his stare, refusing to acknowledge the naked bodies draped across him.
"Are you quite alright, wife?"
"Fine," you grit out. "I didn't realize we would have company."
"Would you like me to tell them to leave?"
A loaded question, one that you were aware would set the tone for the rest of your life with Feyd-Rautha. A challenge. You control the slight quiver in your voice, "Leave. I wish to be alone with my...husband."
The concubines hesitate, obviously waiting to hear from Feyd-Rautha. He continues to hold your gaze. "Leave."
Uncurling themselves from around him, the women and the man are all white limbs and smooth skin, a multi-limbed creature. Whether or not they are disappointed by this development, they don't reveal, simply sauntering out of the room to wherever they go when they aren't waiting naked for Feyd-Rautha. A feeling of annoyance stirs.
"There's no need to be jealous," Feyd-Rautha says as the door closes.
You bristle. "I'm not."
“Then come here, wife.” Feyd-Rautha spreads his legs, indicating his lap and his powerful thighs. You resent yourself for noticing. “If you dismiss my concubines, then you must come to me now and offer me your warmth instead.”
Another challenge. You wonder briefly if he is playing with you, testing your boundaries, but just as you refused to show weakness in the throne room, you refuse now, crossing the carpeted floor. A surge of bravery — or maybe stupidity — prompts you to wedge your knees on either side of his waist, straddling him, the skirt of your dress hitched up to ensure mobility.
The look on his face is worth the cost of the heat reigniting in the pit of your stomach. You chase it away in pursuit of the heady high you receive from asserting your dominance. He might’ve had the upper hand but you were in control now.
“Warm enough?” You ask him innocently.
“Not quite,” he replies. He’s tipped his head back to examine you, leaving a blazing trail where his gaze goes.
Brazen beyond you imagination, you work the buckle to his pants just enough to slip your hand inside and grab his cock.
That bastard. He was already hard. Not fully erect, you observed with conflicting feelings, but clearly you had your effects on him. Feyd-Rautha showed no shame or guilt about this, however. Like it was expected — normal for women he’s just met to reach into his pants.
And it probably was.
Injured hand screaming in defiance of your actions, you grab the head of his cock and twist, slightly backwards and to the side. You apply pressure, hopefully enough to hurt him, he wouldn’t dare reveal it to you anyway.
“Do not,” you hiss, “embarrass me like that ever again. I will not tolerate looking like a fool.”
Feyd-Rautha’s throat bobs. Except instead of agony he looks totally enthralled. “Or what?” He mocks. “You’ll wrap your pretty hand around my cock?”
“You won’t have a cock for anyone to wrap their hand around.”
“Is that a promise?”
You release him and climb off his lap, figuring it would be more impactful to leave him wanting then lustful. His utter indifference, his arousal, gives you pause to just who you’ve been arranged to marry.
“You disgust me,” you spit out.
Feyd-Rautha’s mouth twitches slightly. Did he really have to find everything funny?
He says, “We’ll see.”
A month passes at Giedi Prime in a disconcerting blur. To your surprise, besides the first afternoon, you hardly ever see Feyd-Rautha. Always busy with important meetings or sparring sessions. Or whatever he did in his spare time. You didn’t ask.
Ever since that day when you’d straddled his lap, you’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop. He had said clearly that you were even after the slap but then you’d unexpectedly turned the tables — did he intend on returning the favor?
You informed him that you would sleep on the couch in the antechamber until your wedding, to which he never remarked upon. That first night you lay awake, afraid and absolutely convinced that he would try something. But he never came.
The days passed without event and your anxiety dwindled. Besides, while Feyd-Rautha was busy with na-Baron affairs, you were forced to schlep through a mountain of preparations for the wedding ceremony. You didn’t care, frankly. You chose the first sample of whatever you were offered — tablecloths, menu items, decorations — until one of the servants accompanying you threw down the sample booklet and scowled.
“This will be the most horrendous wedding in the history of the galaxy,” the servant said in exasperation. “And all of them are too afraid of your husband to say anything.”
You had raised a brow, secretly thrilled by this confrontation. At least it broke the monotony of your life here thus far.
“Do you question my taste?”
The servant glared at you. “What taste?”
A moment passed. The other servants stared in horror, undoubtedly convinced that their demise was imminent. Perhaps that was one benefit to being betrothed to the na-Baron. He wielded a certain type of power.
You busted out laughing. In fact, you laughed so hard that tears stream down your face.
“You’re right,” you said, laughter weakening into an uncontrollable giggle. “It will be a horrendous wedding, but that has nothing to do with the decorations. Will you help me?”
The servant’s name is Asha, and in her you found a companion. She chased away the other servants that day and set to work rectifying your wedding decisions, weighing in on current trends on the planet and admonishing you for your Caladan tastes. “Absolutely not,” she deadpanned when you inquired about floral bouquets.
Out of everyone on Giedi Prime — well, really just the Harkonnen fortress, as you weren’t permitted to leave — Asha became your friend. No one else bothered or cared to talk to you, and now that you had bonded over wedding preparations, you spent infinite amounts of time together strolling the halls arm-in-arm and whispering about servant gossip since you had nothing to contribute.
Asha made your miserable new life interesting.
“Are you scared?” She asks you one day, plucking at your eyebrows.
You outright refused to shave them off in order to conform to the hairless style of the Harkonnens, but regrettably agreed to a touch-up. You kept one eye on a nearby mirror just in case she got any ideas.
“Of what?”
Asha yanks at an eyebrow hair, and you cry out in surprise. “Oh, stop, you’re fine — I mean are you scared of Feyd-Rautha?”
“No. Why would I be?” You avert your eyes from her probing stare. Asha, unfortunately, is able to read your expressions better than a trained Bene Gesserit. You learned that this stemmed from the combat trainings that all young children received on this planet.
“Because,” Asha stresses. You frown when she fails to elaborate, and your friend issues a long-suffering sigh. “I’ve heard things about him, you know, in bed.”
“Oh.” You twist your hands in your lap. “What kinds of things?”
Asha grins triumphantly. “I knew you were scared!”
You laugh and shove away her hands as she playfully jabs at your sides. “I’m not scared,” you say, fending her off. “I’m just curious. Aren’t all brides?”
“Just you. We aren’t all Noble daughters with arranged marriages. We fuck —”
“I get it,” you interrupt. “Consider yourself lucky.”
You’re about to prompt her again about the things she’s heard when there’s a light rap of knuckles on the door. Asha shoots to her feet. You suppress the urge to roll your eyes — of course she’s respectful to Feyd-Rautha but not you. But you supposed it was the basis of your only friendship, so you couldn’t exactly complain.
“You’re back,” you say, standing up slowly.
Feyd-Rautha rests, hip and elbow, against the doorframe into the antechamber. He hungrily drinks you in.
“Indeed,” Feyd-Rautha replies. Last you’d heard of him he had left for an offworld obligation without saying goodbye. Something stirs in you at the sight of him after so long.
“I hope your trip was well.”
Feyd-Rautha scans the room before his gaze returns to you. “I would prefer to be here. The Baron seems determined to keep me occupied until the ceremony.”
Did you detect a trace of resentment in his words? And why would the Baron keep him from you? The heir wouldn’t exactly conceive itself; though he would have no way of knowing that you had been sleeping on the couch all this time.
“Retrieve the present I’ve brought back for my wife,” Feyd-Rautha suddenly instructs Asha. She secretly meets your eyes before dashing away.
You fold your arms over your chest. “A present? And I thought you’d forgotten I existed.”
If he picks up on your anger, he doesn’t show it. Feyd-Rautha crosses the room to you, replaces Asha in the chair across from you.
“It’s for tonight. The Baron has requested our attendance for dinner.”
You bristle slightly. “The Baron? Tonight?”
You had been exceedingly lucky to avoid the monstrous head of House since your arrival. But perhaps it was because you ran the other direction at the mention of his name, or the fact that you hadn’t strayed from your quarters.
“Yes. You needed something…acceptable to wear.”
“My clothes aren’t acceptable?”
“Yes,” he answers. “I have no doubt that my uncle has planned something magnificent for tonight. You will need to look the part.”
Your careful, fragile existence on Giedi Prime was crashing at your feet. From wiling away the hours to suddenly being thrust into the explosive political landscape that was House Harkonnen.
But no matter. Jessica had raised you for this very purpose.
“Fine,” you agreed coolly.
Both of you turn as Asha returns from her errand, a garment bag folded over her arm. She goes to deliver it to your closet but Feyd-Rautha halts her in her tracks. “I want her to open it here.”
Part 4
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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕋𝕖𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 ₊˚ˑ༄
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: hihi! platonic blade, welt, jing yuan and dan heng with a lynette (genshin) teen!reader?
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hii!! Sure, here it is! I don't think I know Lynette the best but I tried my best so hopefully it's kinda alright!
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic
✧ Dan Heng is most than happy to have someone calm around, he already has to deal with 2 energetic kids so having 1 calm is a nice change
✧ he definitely took notice if how sly you can be, with sneaking sweets here and there for example
"You're observant... alright, run away and hide as soon as you can as well. We're being chased, so if they see you, they'll chase you too."
✧ but when he sees it in much more impressive action, he's happy to see you know how to get out of sticky situation and won't say no to you helping him if he happens to be in one himself
✧ he doesn't mind tea so of course he doesn't mind little tea parties with you either!
✧ but he'll act like a parent when he sees you getting your 5th sweet
✧ he for one cares about your health but if you tell him simple "later", he'll just sigh and leave it to someone else to get sweets away from you today
✧ and even when your cat features come in, he doesn't really mind! If anything, he thinks it's useful that you can most likely hear better
✧ he'll make it clear for others to not treat you like an animal but a living being if anything like that will take place
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@miya-akane @toyaswif3y - come get your quiet but scary trabilazer!
✧ Welt is honestly glad to see you're so calm, because that only means less problematic kids for him, or so he thought...
✧ you are indeed calm and quite smart, but apparently very sly too... March spilled out one time that you were distracting Welt just so she could spend more time on a planet and... he couldn't even be mad, he was just impressed how he didn't realized that
✧ he now definitely is more caucious around you and keeps the thing that needs to be done this day in mind, to not accidentally forget it
✧ but as if it wasn't enough... he also needs to watch over sweets with you...
✧ don't get him wrong, he doesn't mind if you resch for little treat from time to time but 5 A DAY?! Even if you brush your teeth and exercise often enough to catch up for it, he's still worried about your health...
"Which chocolate bar is it for you today? That's it then. You can eat more tomorrow, for now let's put it away and maybe go on a walk?"
✧ but something he doesn't mind is your love for tea! Himeko often makes coffee so water stays for you to make tea instead~ and he finds it better than if you were to drink energy drinks or so...
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@vodka-glrl - come get your father of the express!
✧ Jing Yuan definitely took a like of you rather quickly
✧ you were certainly a nice teenager to had around and who knows? Maybe even Yanqing could use some company of someone younger but wise?
✧ tea parties are a MUST with you, he's definitely tea enjoyer as well!!
✧ during these he usually catches up with any rumors going around that he failed to hear and you in exchange get a little sneak peaks on his side~
✧ he thinks you're wise so he won't mind telling you about a bit more serious stuff as long as you won't spread it around, but there are still some stuff he doesn't tell you obvs
✧ he finds your ability to always get our of sticky situation and know what's going on despite just arriving impressive and sometimes also amusing
"Oh? Exit? How nice... I was just thinking of looking for one. Thank you, young one."
✧ and if you happen to have any sticky connections smth aka Fatui he'll most likely know even before you met but chose to give you a chance and he wasn't disappointed so he now had more trust, but still hides some stuff in case you'll be forced to say everything you know
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@miya-akane - come get your soft general~
✧ Blade is happy from someone calm and wise finally but your slyness is sometimes still a bit unbearable for him
✧ don't get him wrong, if you want to flee, feel free, he's never gonna take your advice buuut at least you're not persistive with it!
✧ he's quite observant so if you all of the sudden start showing around you because of a mission for someone (Fatui alike) he'll notice, even if you're being stealthy as much as you can
✧ but if that doesn't happen and you stay on neutral ground, which believe is a lot for someone like him, you should be able to avoid his death stares
✧ he doesn't really like tea as much as you but he did tried it once and now he'll SOMETIMES agree to have a cup with you
✧ and cat features? He couldn care less. It's just part of you... he has ears on sides of his head, you have on top, if anything he thinks you should be proud from having better senses
✧ despite him so "not liking you", if someone gives you a hard time, he won't mind giving them a quick glance to shut them up and never approach you again
"Who said that? .... Go get ice cream with Kafka, I'll go clear the area."
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MY STORY OF SUCCESSFULY CONQUERING THE VOID STATE
Trigger warning: Sexual abuse, trauma etc.
I was raised in a loving and nurturing household. My childhood was hunky-dory and I remember myself as a bright and happy child, frolicking around in a carefree environment. I was pampered by a set of very loving and supportive parents. Alas, my protected bubble shattered, when at the age of 11, I went through sexual abuse and my life changed. The incident led to repressed anxiety, depression, and lingering PTSD for almost a decade.
I was sexually abused at the age of 11
Considering I was just 11-years-old when the heinous incident took place, I was too young to register the gravity or impact of such a crime. Revisiting the incident is still very painful. It happened about nine years ago, at an outstation wedding. I was sleeping alone in a hotel room, when the abuser entered my room and forced himself upon me. I remember distinctly how dark the room was. I was in a deep slumber and didn't realize that someone other than me was in the room as well. I wasn't able to respond or react, as I couldn't escape or stop the person. I was left in pain.
While I did inform my parents immediately, for some reason, the abuse and its record got shushed. My parents didn't want it to be made public or for it to harm my image in the society. Their response towards my trauma festered as a scar in the coming years.Living with depression, anxiety and PTSD As much as I tried to move on from that horrendous night, it kept coming back to me.
Unfortunately, I was too young to repair the damage. I began to feel lethargic and fatigued all the time. Something as small as brushing my teeth became a laborious task. I withdrew from merrymaking, public engagements, and activities that I had found joy in earlier. I failed to find any joy in life anymore.
I made many attempts. I think they started as a result of feeling unhappy with myself. All the failed attempts were a call for help and desperation. I felt helpless and alone and I couldn't dare to face the demon. I began to get triggered by even the mere mention of weddings. I think, my parents untimely and apathetic response to my suffering was the nail in the coffin-I lost trust in anybody whom I considered close. The replaying of the incident, over and over again, left my conscious and spirit bruised and broken. I became quiet and reclusive. This was when my life slowly started to change, as I found out about law of assumption and then the void state. After knowing that I can change my life completely through the void I tried every single night till yesterday to enter the void state at any cost. I was so desperate to get in. I slapped myself every night to enter otherwise my life would never change and I'll also be miserable. I did everything that can be done but still I saw no progress. I slowly started to get super jealous of other people's success stories. Everytime I saw a new void success story here on Tumblr, I would cry so hard and isolate myself. Yeah :) I was so Harsh on myself.
But, Then I found out about you and your subliminals and then about your paid custom subliminal and how magically they work, and yeah I was a bit hesitant to pay you for the subliminal as I got scammed by people so many times but all those success people got from using your subliminal boosted my motivation and trust in you! and see, my money was worth it!!
I listened to that sub on loop for 3 hours for 4 days continuously and the night of the 4th day I ended up in the void. It was instant and so effortless, it all happened so effortlessly. I never thought I would enter like this after beating, slapping, and isolating myself to enter.
Thankyou for helping me, thankyou for the hardwork you put in your subliminals, thankyou for your sweet and motivating words ♡
Bye to Tumblr, all my fav bloggers, anons and Aura.
Signing off...
Wow! You did a great job my girl, Your success story is truly a GEM.
Sorry for everything you went through, I LOVE YOU <3
And Thankyou so much for taking your time and writing this beautiful success story to all of us 🤍
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Jason was tortured by Joker for so long, and I guarantee that Batman's identity wasn't the only thing Joker was able to get him to talk about. Imagine him after months of this: crying, muttering his family's names, begging someone to find him: "Dick", "Barbara", "Alfred", "Bruce". Joker has his guesses as to just who Boy Wonder is talking about, but that would spoil the fun! Besides, once his Arkham Knight gets to run around and take revenge on Batman, he can see if little Jason tries to look for his loved ones. He learned from Jason's ramblings and murmurs/sobs that his parents were both dead, but one name seems...different from the others.
And it's because when Jason first says it, it's almost two months after his torture. All the other names, he started begging for help from after a few weeks. Joker picks up immediately that this is a special thread to pluck.
"____? Ooh, that's a name you haven't wailed yet! Is it an imaginary friend, coming to save you since your Dark Knight Daddy's decided to abandon you? Or is it someone you wish you could see again? Maybe Uncle J can bring them to visit you, as a treat..."
And Jason immediately tries to lie. ____ is...dead, like his parents. But Joker muses that so are Jason's mom and dad, and he never said THEIR names while begging for help. No, this was someone special. "Why, Jason, have you got a sweetheart? Let's have a man-to-man talk about romance. Have you popped the question yet? Do they have a fetish for boys running around at night in flamboyant outfits? If so, maybe I could shoot my shot--after all, they're single now."
As the months dragged on, Joker would prod at Jason from time to time about Darling: pictures of them from afar where they're at work, on their way home, chatting with friends. Ah, young love's a fleeting thing, isn't it? Hey, now that Batman's replaced Jason, maybe ____ will get set up with the new Robin!
But Joker intentionally shows Jason something else later, too: a few old photos from ____'s bedroom, of them with Jason and a few handwritten notes they shared with each other. Guess they haven't moved on after all.
It serves a few purposes to show Jason these: it makes him believe that unlike Batman, ____ still cares about him. It lets Jason know that not only does Joker know where they live, but that he's been inside their bedroom. Maybe Joker even snaps a photo of them sleeping so Jason can have something to attempt to snuggle up to while tied up and forced to sleep suspended from a hook. And Joker knows that once Jason is let loose, he'll obsess over ____ and wind up corrupting whatever loving relationship they once had.
And sadly, it works perfectly. Once Jason escapes Arkham with Deathstroke, he sets up his hideout like a fortress and makes preparations to take Darling to keep them from being hurt or killed by Joker. Unlike Bruce, Jason WILL protect his loved one and he won't fail.
After kidnapping and reuniting with them, Jason can't stop himself from crying and throwing his arms around them that first night. He's only had those photos and scraps of paper for so long, and now they're right here in front of him. And while it still triggers him to be touched, he doesn't care and lets everything out. Over time he adjusts to being touched again by someone not torturing him, and he's so affectionate in private that it's suffocating at times. He almost never lets them leave his quarters but when he does, his men notice that he always has a hand on them--he also will talk less aggressively to them compared to everyone else, and a few men have even spied the Arkham Knight cup their cheek or take their hand gently while talking to them quietly. The instant he notices that he's being watched though, he snaps at them and tells them to quit gawking and get back to work.
He tries to be patient with them, he really does, but he can't let them leave. He knows that they're in danger, and he can't let them get hurt or killed because of him. Even when Joker dies, he refuses to let them go or contact anyone outside; Harley likely knows who they are since she assisted Joker in brainwashing/torturing Jason, Deathstroke helped set up their hideout and Jason knows that money is the only factor keeping Slade an ally. And he knows Slade is the type to use ____ as a bargaining chip if he had to. The other rogues Jason is working with would ALSO go after Darling to get leverage over him, like Scarecrow.
But when Darling keeps insisting that they can't stay like this forever, that their friends and family have no idea if they're even alive or dead, that this isn't the right way to prove your love for someone, he snaps. He KNOWS that! But he can't do anything the right way anymore. He's too broken, too damaged. And Darling is the ONE good thing in his life, and he couldn't bear them dying or worse because of him. He needs to keep them safe. He needs to KEEP them. They can't leave, ever. Once Bruce is dead, then maybe he can set up a secure way they can contact their family. But for now, they need to stay hidden away.
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Chapter 4 - Black Eyes
Warnings: Mentions of child neglect, mentions of death of parents, emotional abuse, forced to grow up fast, Batgirl is raised as an outcast
(Anything that is bold and italic are parts of her past.)
After the failed mission, Y/N was in the batcave, sitting around the corner.
She was trying to think about Bruce's words, and it felt uneasy to her. His tone, his body language, and his facial expressions. Everything seemed... wrong about him. It was like he was a whole different person.
As she was in thought, she spots something on one of the swords on the wall. It was a long blade, black handle katana. It looked familiar to her for some reason.
She walks over to it and tries to take it, but she can't due to her height. So, she pushed a chair from the other side of the cave and climbed on top of it and got on her tippy toes. Finally, she got the hold of it until she stumbled on her balance and fell back from her chair.
When she fell, the blade of the katana landed between her legs as it barely stabbed her. She lets out a small, quiet yelp but relaxes when it doesn't get in contact with her.
Y/N was going to pick it up until she saw the initials on the handle of the katana.
黒い魂
She read the words in her head as it seemed familiar to her. She brushes the handle with her small fingers as she can feel some strange memories coming back.
"Are you trying to steal that or something?"
An unfamiliar voice calls out that made Y/N quickly look over her shoulder.
She sees a young woman in a wheelchair as she wheels over to her with a gentle smile on her face, indicating that she's no threat or danger, which makes the young girl feel relaxed.
"I- I wasn't trying to steal anything... Just looking."
Y/N said in a quiet tone as she placed the katana on the ground.
The young woman slightly bends over to see what she has and gently chuckles.
"So, you're also into swords, too? Not that it's a problem or anything."
She said as she crossed her arms.
"You must be the newest Batgirl. I heard so much about you."
She said with a smile as she looks down at Y/N
"Yeah... Um, how did you know who I am?"
She asks as the young woman wheels over to the computers area.
"Bruce told me. I was actually suprised how he managed to find someone like you."
She responds as she types in some stuff on the computer.
Y/N could only watch her type away the stuff to transfer the data to the computer she has back at the Gotham Clock tower.
Then, she turns her attention back to the katana on the ground and picks it up. She walks over to the young woman and stands next to her.
"Where did he get this?"
The question made her look down at Y/N and hold the katana in her small hands. Then, she takes it from her and examines it
"I'm not so sure... This doesn't look too old and it's very clean."
She said as she brushed the blade with her fingertips as she examined the clear blade.
"Why? Is there something you want to tell me about this?"
She asks as she stares down at Y/N.
The young girl seems hesitant, but she just shook her head slowly.
"N-No..."
She said before she turns and walks away.
"Goodnight, um...-"
"Barbara."
"What?"
Y/N asks when she turns to the young woman who said that her name is Barbara.
"Barbara Gordon. That's my name."
She said with a smile.
The young girl just nods slowly before she walks out of the batcave.
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Y/N is now in her bedroom as she is lying down on her bed. She was shifting in her covers as the image of the katana she discovered earlier was stuck in her head. She tried to get it out, but couldn't.
She could hear familiar voices in her head and surroundings as she tried to block them away.
"That disgusting child."
"No wonder why her mother was thrown away."
"I can't believe she has the eyes of a monster!"
Then, she opened her eyes.
~~~~~
The minute she opened her eyes, she checked her surroundings to see herself in.
It was cold, but the atmosphere felt... peaceful.
Her own footsteps could be heard as she walked down whatever path she was on.
The further she walked, the further she would see the aura changing from light to dark.
As she continued to walk, she stopped in her tracks to see a figure from afar.
The mysterious figure had their back turned as their long black hair and straw hat were covering their face.
Y/N squinted her eyes a bit before she let out a small gasp.
"Daddy...?"
With her words heard, the figure slowly turns as the void starts to vanish.
In a panic, Y/N quickly tries to run to him, but it's making her move back.
"Wait! I need to know! Please!"
She calls out before it all disappears.
However, she took a glimpse of the figure and caught their black eyes.
~~~~~
A sharp gasp filled the air as Y/N woke up from whatever dream or nightmare that was.
Her forehead was covered with beads of sweat as she was breathing heavily. She placed her hand on her chest as she felt her beating heartbeat.
She checks her surroundings once again to find herself inside her own bedroom. She was her huge, pink princess bed. She looked down to see the stack of books she used to get on the bed and the giant pink carpet with flower and heart patterns on it. She looks over to see the shelves that are filled with different kinds of stuffed animals. And then she looks to the other side of the bedroom to see her vanity mirror desk and a drawer right next to it.
With a small breath of relief after knowing that all of this was just a dream, she slowly got out of bed and made sure that her small feet landed on top of the book stash.
Once she got down, she opened the pink curtains that made the sunlight hit her face. She covers her eyes as she looks up at the shiny sun.
"It's bright today."
She mutters out before she leaves her bedroom.
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Outside of the mansion, the sounds of the blade cutting the wind could be heard as Y/N was swinging the katana she found last night and using it for practice.
She takes a step back before she swings it once again except this time, the sword fell out of her small hands. This made her quickly pick it up and check if the blade was still clean.
"So, this is where you were."
A voice calls out, making Y/N turn around to see Alfred from the doorway.
"Master Bruce had been looking all over for you. It seemed like you woke up before he could."
He said with a light chuckle.
However, Y/N only stared up at him as she held onto the katana handle. So, Alfred took note of it as he stared at the young girl.
"What were you doing with that sword?"
He asks her.
"To master my sword skills. And obtain the same techniques that my father had used."
She tells him as she stares down at the katana in her hand.
It was silent before the butler asked her one question.
"Why do you want to have the skills of a great swordsman?"
This made Y/N stand where she was as she was in thought. She lets out a sigh.
"Alfred. There is something that I've kept for a very long time. Something that made me unchange myself. Whatever kind of ways that could help wouldn't break my shell..."
She said as she looked up at him before she began to tell him a story.
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"Before I was born, my father was known as the silent warrior who would walk around the world to seek whatever path he came across. Whatever path that his eyes would land on like a silent crane."
"One day, he came across the leader to the greatest group of assassins. The leader challenged him to a duel that he ultimately lost with one blade. Because of this, he was targeted among the assassins."
"However, when my mother took the job of killing him off, she and my father had the same kind of duel. But, this resulted in them falling in love. Because of how much love they had for each other, they knew what kind of consequences they would have."
"That was until I was born."
"That was also when the assassins including the leader found out about their secret affair and me."
"This lead to them getting separated from each other as I was left only with those assassins who I seen them as family. But, because of my father's history with them, I was shut out by them and was forced to raise to be one of them."
"No matter what I try to please everyone around them, they did nothing but view me... as a monster."
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When the word 'monster' left her mouth, Y/N couldn't help but look away from Alfred as if she was ashamed of herself.
"Those were the only things that I remembered back in the days. I'm nothing but a monster. A creature of shame."
She said as she shut her eyes tightly before she slowly opened them.
"I may not know who are responsible for the deaths of my parents, but I will be responsible for their fate. After I kill the person who took away the people who created me, I vowed to myself that I would never kill again."
She said with a stern look before she looked down at the blade of the katana that showed off her own reflection. This made her look at her own black eyes.
After the words that spilled out of Y/N's mouth, Alfred spoke up.
"I see... You must have a lot of emotions built up inside you. I understand as I was in the same position as you were."
He said that made the young girl look up at him.
"I had a lot of memories where I regret a lot of things. There are times when I wanted to hurt someone who decided to cause damage to the people who I deeply care about, such as you, Master Bruce, and many others. However, I know that this would make me feel worse about myself because not only I would hurt the offender, but the people around me."
The butler explains in a calm tone before he bends down to her height and places his hand on Y/N's shoulder.
"You are a brave girl, Miss Y/N. We all do, including myself. But, I don't want you to regret the decisions that could risk your own life."
He tells her before he stands up to his full height.
"Your breakfast will be on the kitchen table. Come in and enjoy it whenever you want."
He tells her with a gentle smile before he walks back into the home.
Y/N only watches him leave as she thinks about his words and choices before she looks up at the sky. She could feel the leaves fall out of the tree and land on her head and onto the ground.
She couldn't help but feel relaxed and calm as she watched whatever fell from the trees around the manor.
(Please do NOT steal my art!)
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"黒い魂" - "Black Soul"
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hii, can u do a Shuri x reader where the reader is in college and is getting verbally and physically abused by her parents due to her bad academics performance but she won’t tell Shuri because she has a country to worry about until Shuri eventually finds out because the reader won’t answer calls or texts? <33
Her Girl
Pairings: Shuri Udaku x Fem!Reader
Summary: The request!
Word Count: 4,606
Warnings: Physical & Verbal Abuse
Second Person POV:
"Hi, my love. How was it?" Shuri asked as you approached her. She was leaning against her car, waiting to pick you up from your college class.
You had walked to campus this morning since it was close to where you lived with your father, and you planned to just walk back home after class.
But Shuri texted you asking if she could pick you up once you finished taking the midterm so she could take you out for lunch, and then maybe spend some more time with you.
It took some convincing before you agreed, because you knew your dad probably wanted you home after testing.
However, Shuri kept saying that you deserved a reward. Saying that the way you overworked yourself wasn't good for you. So you decided to go with her to make her happy.
"It was okay. Just nervous for the results." you responded, letting her peck your lips before she smiled down at you.
"Between all the time you spent studying on your own, and the hours you put into those flash cards you made me read to you, I know you did just fine. You knew everything like the back of your hand." she tried to comfort the nerves you had.
You've never actually done bad on a test, or failed one per se. With the amount of pressure put on you by your father, there's no way you'd allow yourself to fail. But in his book, if you didn't get an A, then you failed.
Nothing more, nothing less.
So you're hard on yourself when it comes to your academics to avoid his "consequences" of failing.
"Yeah, I guess so." you forced out a light chuckle to not only convince her, but also yourself. "I also got my grade back for our last project a few days ago. The one I was doing when you stayed on the phone with me all night while I was working."
"Anddd how'd you do?" she asked.
You sighed, "I got a B. An eighty-five percent."
"Why do you look so glum? That's awesome, baby! I'm so proud of you!" she said with a big grin pulling you in for a hug.
"I don't know. I thought I would get higher than that." you said.
That wasn't a total lie. You did expect to get higher considering all of the work you put into it. But you mostly had that look on your face because you were worried about what your father would say when you finally told him. You wouldn't tell Shuri that, though.
"Well you still did really good." she looked at you with a small smile after you pulled away from the hug.
"Is there anything you're craving to eat, or do you just want to head over to your favorite spot?" she questioned, taking your bag from you and putting it in the backseat.
"That's fine. You know if you let me choose something else then you'll be waiting hours for my decision." you said and she laughed.
"Okay, princess, let's go then." she smiled, walking over to open the passenger side door for you.
~~~
When you got there, you ordered your food and it just arrived. You both thanked the waitress and started to eat, talking about whatever came to mind.
"So besides studying, what have you been up to at home? I feel like recently I've only gotten to talk to you when I help you study over at the palace, or when we're on the phone late at night. I haven't gotten to actually see you." she spoke, taking a bite of her food.
"I guess nothing much really. I really need to do good on these, so I was reviewing my notes a lot. I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you feel neglected or anything like that." you apologized to her.
That is true, but it's not the whole truth. Of course you wouldn't tell her about everything that's been going on at home.
You couldn't.
"No baby, that's okay I understand. I was just a little worried about you because I know how you get around testing week. You forget to eat, and then you hardly sleep. I just wanna make sure you're okay." she gently reassured you.
You gave her the small smile that she adored so much, "I'm okay." you answered and she nodded her head. "I wanna talk about you now." you said and she chuckled.
"How's that project with Riri going?" you asked.
"It's coming along slowly but surely. I think we're gonna put it on hold for a while so she can focus on her classes a little bit more." she replied.
You nodded understandingly, continuing to talk about her work and her projects over the meal you were sharing. You missed having moments like these with her.
You forgot how much she made you laugh and smile whenever you were with her because when important test came around, you tend to forget about everything but studying.
She was always so understanding and patient with you because she knew she could be the same way when it came to her science stuff. However, she couldn't help but feel curious as to why you were so hard on yourself.
You both knew how smart you were so there was no need for you to stress, yet you still did for some reason.
That's why she wanted to take you out today. Yes, she wanted to spend time with you, but she also wanted to reward you for all the hard work you've been doing over the past few weeks.
A little while later, the waitress came back to put the bill on the table. You grabbed it and went to look at it until Shuri spoke up.
"Darling, no. What're you doing?" she questioned with a frown, reaching over the table to try and take the bill from you, but you pulled your hand back.
"It's my turn to pay." You answered and started to get your wallet, but Shuri refused.
"No it's not. I brought you here, so I'm paying." she took her wallet out of her pocket and tried to grab the piece of paper from you, but you just held it further out of her reach.
"Stop," she whined, watching you look through your wallet. "Baby, I'm serious. You're not paying."
"Please? I want to.” you said with a pout on your face.
"Baby, no. I'm actually gonna be upset if you pay, seriously stop." she spoke in a stern, but gentle voice.
"Fine." you finally let her take the paper out of your hand. She pulled her card out and handed it to the waitress along with the bill when she came back.
When she looked over at you, you were sulking which made her smile, “I love you, princess."
You playfully rolled your eyes, "I love you too."
After the waitress returned with her card, you both left the restaurant and got in her car.
"I was thinking we could go back to the palace and maybe watch a movie or something. It doesn't really matter to me, I just want to spend more time with you." she suggested, starting the car.
You sighed, "Shuri, my dad is still probably waiting for me. I told him I'd be home right after I was done testing."
"Y/N, you're an adult. You can make your own choices, and I'm sure he won't mind. We can just lay around for a few hours, and then I'll bring you home. Please?" she pleaded.
You looked hesitant to answer, so she continued to try and convince you.
"My mother has been asking about you nonstop too, so she'll finally leave me alone." she chuckled, looking at you with hopeful eyes.
You wanted nothing more than to go with her, but you knew your dad would be upset at you for getting home later than he wanted, and you'd be in even more trouble considering the grade you got on your project.
You couldn't avoid him for forever, so you thought it'd be better to just get it over with now rather than later.
You looked away from her gaze, "I can't." you said, and you could see the way her face visibly saddened.
"I'll make it up to you, but I'm just really tired." you added, trying to make up an excuse so that you didn't hurt her feelings.
She nodded her head, starting to drive off, "That's alright, I understand. We all need a little extra rest sometimes, right?" she spoke, wanting you to know that it was okay even though she was a little disappointed.
You hummed a small agreement, "I'm sorry."
"There's no need to apologize, darling. It's okay." she responded, reaching over to rest her hand on your thigh in a reassuring manner.
When you got to your house, she pulled up in front of it and put the car in park, "Can we call later?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'll call you after I take a short nap." you answered, opening the door to get out.
"Okay, I love you." she said with a small smile.
"I love you too." you repeated, closing the car door. She made sure you got inside the house before driving off.
You walked through the door and your eyes had to adjust to the darkness. The only light being whatever sunlight peaked out from behind the curtains, and the glow illuminating from the television in the living room.
You assumed that's where your dad was, but you didn't get the chance to check because when he heard the front door open and close, he popped up from the couch.
When he saw you standing there, he quickly walked to you, slapping you across the cheek hard when you were within arms reach. The force of the slap turned your head to the side. It all happened so fast, it caught you off guard.
He grabbed a paper off of the counter and held it up, "What the hell is this." he questioned harshly.
When you didn't look up, he just became more aggressive, "Answer me dammit!" he raised his voice.
You flinched and lifted your head, trying to get a good look at the paper. Your eyes flashed with anxiety when you realized it was the grade you had gotten for your last project. The one you got an eight-five percent on. The one you got a B on, and not an A.
"I-It was my grade f-for my last project." you quickly stuttered out.
He lightly chuckled, turning away from you. You knew he wasn't laughing because he thought this was funny, it was something he did that told you he was furious.
"What in your right mind made you think that it was acceptable to bring that home." he spoke, facing you once again
"I-I don't know, I'm sorry. I tried, I really did." you stammered, squeezing your eyes shut when he back you into the wall.
"That's all you have to say? You tried? What, is that gonna be your excuse for now on?! There are no excuses in this household, there is only discipline because you clearly aren’t understanding!" he continued to shout in your face.
Tears were streaming down your cheeks, and you brought your hands up to cover your face, a measly attempt to hide from him.
But he harshly gripped your wrists, prying your hands away from your face despite your resistance,"Look at me when I'm speaking you!"
"Stop it, you're hurting me!" you cried out over the cruel words that continued to spill from his mouth.
"Losing is a habit, and habits must me fixed." he said before slapping you once again, "Do you think I spent all of this money on you your whole life to see grades like these?!"
When he was finally done yelling at you after what felt like hours, he let go of your wrists and threw the paper at your face, "Where the hell have you been? Why are you just now getting home?" he asked in a strict voice.
"I-I was out w-with Shuri. We went to get lunch because we haven't spent much time together these last few weeks." you quickly answered.
Shuri met your father the first time she drove you home at the beginning of your relationship. You caught him on a good day, so she got to meet the kind, father-like side of him.
But he's gotten worse since then, and there are no good days for him anymore. So that was the first, and last time you'd ever let them meet. You don't want her to have to worry about you.
"Shuri? Well if you think you can just go out and do whatever you want now all of a sudden, then that midterm score better be absolutely flawless. Do you understand?" he pointed his finger at you to emphasize his words.
You nodded your head, but it obviously wasn't good enough for him because he marched over to you and backhanded the same side of your face he had hit multiple times earlier, "I said do you understand?" he spoke quietly, but sternly into your ear.
"Yes, sir." you mumbled, keeping your head down.
He walked away from you, muttering stuff under his breath. You stood there for a few seconds trying to process everything that just happened before picking the paper up off the floor, and making your way to your bedroom.
You set your stuff down, and moved to stand in front of the mirror hung on the closet door. You turned your head to the side, brushing your fingers across the bruise that was starting to form on your cheek.
You sighed, knowing that you were going to have to cover that up the next time you went out. You kicked your shoes off before climbing into bed, silently crying yourself to sleep.
~~~
Shuri's POV:
I arrived back at the palace, parking the car and making my way inside, "Hey, mom." I said when I ran into my mother on the way to my lab.
"Hello, Shuri. Where's Y/N? I thought you said you were gonna bring her back with you." she questioned, noticing that my girlfriend wasn't by my side.
"She was tired, so I just took her home. She said she'll call me later so I'll let you talk then if you want." I answered.
"No, that's alright I don't want to take away from your time with her. I know you haven't gotten to see her much lately, so i'm okay with waiting until she visits again." she responded.
"Thanks." I spoke with a forced smile.
She must've noticed because she tilted her head to the side, "What's the matter?" she asked with a slight frown on her face.
I shook my head, "Nothing. I was just gonna go work on that project for a while." I replied, continuing my walk to the lab.
Whenever I need alone time to just think, I'll work in the lab. Most of the time, I'm thinking about things I need to do and responsibilities I have to take care of, but this time I'm thinking about Y/N.
She's so hard on herself, but she's way too smart to have to worry about her grades this much. Not to mention how she was basically avoiding spending time with me, her girlfriend. She might've actually been tired, but she's already been very distant lately since she was stressed about her classes.
I didn't really know what to think. I love her so, so much, but I just wished she would talk to me about stuff more often. I want to be able to help her whether it's getting her out of the house, or just being with her.
I was brought out of my thoughts by a voice, "Hellooo? Earth to Shuri." I recognized it as Riri's voice.
Turning my head, I saw her standing in the doorway, "Oh, hey. Sorry, I was just concentrating." I apologized for not noticing her presence sooner.
"Concentrating on what?" she questioned, approaching me to look at what I was doing.
"Just that one part of the project I didn't finish earlier." I answered and she nodded her head.
She stood there silent for a few seconds, reading my facial expressions before speaking, "You look like you have something else on your mind besides your work. Has something happened?"
I raised an eyebrow, but still kept my focus on what I was doing, "Did my mother send you?"
She sighed, nodding her head as she moved to lean on the table, "Yeah, she did. And now I can see why. Looks like whatever happened with Y/N was...bad?" she said, trying to gain knowledge of the situation.
I huffed, "No, it wasn't bad. I just feel like she's been distant. I understand how she was busy with studying during test week, but that's over now, and we still can't spend time together. First, she said her father wanted her home, and then she said she was tired." I took a deep breath, and Riri just listened.
"I don't know. Maybe she's getting tired of me?" I voiced, setting down the tool I was working with.
"Woah, okay now, let's not jump to conclusions like that quite yet. Have you talked to her about it?" she questioned.
"Not really. Whenever I try to talk about what's going on in her life and things like that, she changes the subject." I walked around the room, clicking on different screens as I spoke.
"Okay, well maybe start with that. There must be a reason for her doing that, so talk to her. That might be what she needs too. Someone to talk to." Riri suggested.
I stopped working for the first time during this whole conversation, "You're right."
She chuckled, "I always am, aren't I?"
"That's debatable." I playfully rolled my eyes, "We're supposed to call later, so I guess I'll ask her about it then."
"Tell me how it goes? I know you guys will be fine, though." she reassured me.
I gave her a small smile, "I will, thanks." I said before she walked out of the lab, leaving me to continue my work.
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I've been waiting for Y/N to call me for hours now. It was almost 9:00pm, and I listened to my phone ring one last time before it went to her voicemail for the fifth time. I was worried, but tried to think of some of the possibilities, like she's just taking a really long nap, or maybe her phone died.
But as it got later and later without hearing from her, I decided to just go check on her to make sure she was okay. Even when she's busy, she was always good with answering her phone, so that's why I was concerned.
I got in my car and drove over to her house. When I parked, I noticed that there wasn't a single light on which wasn't I guess wasn't unusual considering how late at night it was. But I still wanted to make sure Y/N was okay before I could settle down for the night.
I walked up the front steps and knocked on the door, waiting for someone to answer. When almost a minute passed with no answer, I knocked again. A few seconds later, the door opened, revealing Y/N.
When she saw me, a look of panic flashed over her face, "Shuri? It's almost ten o'clock, what're you doing here?" she spoke in a hushed voice.
"I was coming by to check on you because you never called." I explained, putting my hands in the pockets of my jacket.
"Um yeah, about- about that. My- my phone died earlier, and my charger wasn't working..." she stammered out in the same quiet volume.
"Oh, that's fine. I was just worried about you because you never answered any of my calls or texts. Why are you whispering? Are you okay?" I asked with furrowed eyebrows, faintly noticing something on the side of her face.
But it was already difficult enough to see anything considering how dark it was outside, so I just brushed it off.
"Yeah I'm- I'm fine. My dad is already asleep, and I was about to just do some extra credit work because I couldn't sleep. Probably wasn't the best idea to take that nap earlier." she answered with a light chuckle.
I nodded my head in understanding, "Well if you can't sleep, do you wanna go back to the palace with me? You can spend the night, of course."
She turned to look behind her as if she was checking for something, and then looked back at me, "I don't know, Shuri. It's pretty late." she said, hesitation very present in her voice.
"Come on, baby. Please? I miss having you in my arms." I begged and she sighed, "This can be your way of making it up to me for earlier." I added.
She stood there for a moment responding, "Okay, just wait here for a second. I'm gonna go grab some things real quick." she said and I smiled brightly, nodding my head before she disappeared back inside.
Second Person POV:
You quietly made your way back to your room so that you didn't wake up your father, and packed a small bag of things you'd need for tomorrow.
When you went back outside where Shuri was still waiting, you got in the car with her and she started the drive back to the palace. But what you didn't realize was that you forgot to cover the visible bruise on your face.
Being so mentally tired, it had slipped your mind. You had gotten lucky earlier because the darkness outside affected her ability to see. But that luck obviously wouldn't last for much longer.
After arriving at the palace, Shuri led the way to her room and turned on the light. You set down your bag and started taking off your shoes when she began to speak.
"Do you wanna stay up and watch a movie or are you starting to feel tired-" she cut herself off in shock when you lifted your head to look at her.
Now that she finally got a good look at you, she saw the bruise on your cheek, "Oh my god, baby, what happened?!" she hurried over to you.
"Hm? What do you mean?" you asked, confused. But you realized what she was talking about when her hands gently cupped your cheek, looking at the side of your face.
"Shit." You thought.
You weren't planning on going anywhere tonight, so you had forgotten about the mark. However, it was too late now.
"Did someone do this to you?" she questioned, shifting her gaze to look you in the eyes.
You quickly responded, "No- no one did this to me. I- I just...fell." you mentally face palmed at the poor excuse you came up with.
She knew you were lying from the nervous look in your eyes, and the way you were stuttering.
"Princess, don't lie to me. Please, just tell me the truth so I can help you." she spoke softly, stroking her thumb under the injury.
Help you. You didn't want her to have to help you. She has more important things to worry about than a girl with daddy issues because of her academic performance.
But she thought the exact opposite.
There was not a single concern running through her mind at the moment that wasn't you, because you were the most important thing to her. You were her girl.
During the time you spent thinking about your next words with her eyes staring into yours, tears started slowly rolling down your face.
You shook your head, "You can't help me." you whispered.
"Why not?" she asked desperately. "Talk to me, my love."
You moved your gaze to look at anything but her, "It's just the way he is. As long as I'm in school, and probably even after I graduate, he'll always be like this."
"Who? Who is he?" her eyebrows furrowed.
You looked back into her eyes, and the look that was held in them said everything that she needed to know, "Your dad?" she said shock, and you nodded.
"Your dad did this to you?" she repeated.
You nodded once again, "He's made it seem like he's only proud of kids who bring home A's on every test. The second I bring home anything less, he flips out." you quietly confessed.
Her jaw clenched at your words, "I don't care who he is, no one puts their hands on you. Your own father especially. I swear I'm gonna-" she began, starting to pull away from you but you stopped her.
"No," you said, and she turned to look down at you, "Please don't go." you whimpered out and her gaze softened while her heart broke seeing you this vulnerable.
"Okay. Okay, I won't go. I'm here, darling." she said, gently pulling you into a tight embrace.
She held you for a few minutes before remembering the injury you had, "We should get some ice for that bruise on your face." she suggested, but you shook your head against her chest.
"Tomorrow. I just want you to hold me right now." you said and she complied.
"Let's lay down then, yeah? That's probably gonna be more comfortable than standing." she voiced, and you let her guide you to her bed.
She laid down and allowed you to curl up to her however you wished. Her arm immediately wrapped securely around you while your head rested on her chest.
You sat in comfortable silent for a few minutes until she spoke up, "Why didn't you tell me before?"
You were so quiet that anyone would've thought you had fallen asleep if you didn't respond a few seconds later, "I didn't want you to worry. You have an entire country to take care of, so I tried to just deal with it myself." you explained.
"Love, you can always come to me no matter what. I don't care if I have a million priorities to keep up, you'll always be my number one. I don't want you to ever think that you have to go through anything alone." she responded, rubbing her hand up and down your back in a comforting manner.
You sighed, "I guess I was just scared. Scared of bothering you, and of what he might do if he found out that I told someone."
"Well you don't ever have to go back there. I can stop by and pick up your stuff whenever he's not home, and you can stay here with me." she spoke and you looked up at her.
"Really?" you said.
She nodded her head, "Of course, princess. And I bet my mother will be thrilled to hear that you're staying. I think she loves you more than she loves me." she chuckled, and you giggled.
Her heart fluttered at the sound of your laugh. It never failed to make her heart soar.
"I love you, Shuri." you said with a content sigh, letting your eyes fall shut.
"I love you too, beautiful." She looked down at you with adoring eyes. "Griot, turn the lights off." she told the A.I, and he did as asked.
She lightly scratched you back, watching you relax in her arms and drift off before falling asleep herself.
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The Munson Twins – Steve Harrington
Steve's POV
The Munsons were always a strange pair of twins. For one thing, they were polar opposites of each other. Eddie was into weird role-playing games. Y/N was into volleyball. Eddie is in danger of repeating his senior year. Y/N graduated early. Eddie is into rock and roll. Y/N plays the classical violin and the piano. Eddie loves black leather jackets. Y/N likes flowery sun dresses. Eddie is kind of a loner. Y/N is more popular than me.
Since Y/N graduated early, we spent our senior year in some of the same classes. That being said, we barely spoke to each other. The most we ever talked was congratulating each other after one of us won a game. All through high school, Y/N and I ran in the same social circles because of our sports so we often went to the same parties. Just because we went to the same parties doesn't mean we were friends.
Not to say I didn't wish we were friends. I've gone to most of Y/N's games and she's gone to most of mine. Whenever I looked in the stands and saw her, I became more self-conscious of my playing. I even went to her orchestra concerts. I usually sat in the back and left before anyone noticed I was there.
Throughout high school, I couldn't get Y/N Munson out of my head. It seemed like everywhere I looked, she was there. Even when I was dating Nancy, my mind often wondered to Y/N when I was alone.
When Vecna started killing teens and Eddie was blamed, my thoughts focused even more on Y/N. I wanted to talk to her about all of this, to make sure she knew her brother wasn't what the town thought, but I also didn't want her involved in any of this shit.
I had to force Y/N to the back of my mind as we tried to help Eddie. When we got stuck in the UpsideDown, I allowed my mind to go back to her, hoping she was safe back in Hawkins. We were walking to Nancy's house and I kept glancing at Eddie. If he knew that my thoughts were constantly on his twin sister, he'd kill me.
"Eddie," I said, clearing my throat as I caught up to him. "Hey, man. Um, listen I just umm. . . I just want to say thanks. For saving my ass back there."
"Shit," he laughed. "You saved your own ass, man. I mean that was a real Ozzy move back there."
"Ozzy?"
"When you took a bite out of that bat," he tried to clarify. "Ozzy Osbourne. Black Sabbath. He bit a bat's head off on stage. You really don't know who that is?"
"No," I chuckled. "Sorry."
"Well, anyway, it was very metal, what you did, is all I'm saying."
"Thanks," I sighed.
"Henderson told me you were a badass," he continued. "Insisted on the matter, in fact."
"Wait, Henderson said that?"
"Oh yeah. Shit. That kid worships you, dude. Like, you have no idea. It's kind of annoying, to be honest. I don't even know why I care what that little shrimp thinks, but I guess I got a little jealous." Eddie sighed before continuing, "I guess I couldn't handle the fact that Steve Harrington was actually a good dude. Rich parents. Popular. Chicks love him. And not a douche? No way. It goes against all the laws of the universe and my own personal Munson Doctrine. Then again, that's worth shit because even my sister talks highly of you."
"Y/N talks highly of me?" I tried, and failed, not to stutter.
I looked over to see Eddie smirking at me. He leaned in a little too close and whispered, "Very highly of you."
"Okay," I said awkwardly as I used my elbow to push him away from me. I cleared my throat and rolled my shoulders back.
"All jokes aside," Eddie said, "my sister does think highly of you, dude. Whenever people would start to talk shit about you, she'd instantly stand up for you. I never understood it, but she's always talked about how people should give you a chance. She believes that there is more to you than meets the eye."
"She really thinks that?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Hell yeah," he laughed.
"I guess I always thought. . . I mean, everyone else saw me as a dick. I figured she did too."
"Nope," he teased. "She always sees the good in people. It's extremely annoying."
Eddie walked away, but my mind was going a hundred miles an hour. I thought over the few, very few, interactions I've ever had with Y/N. We walked a few more miles, the others talking amongst each other while I walked behind the group.
"Alright," Eddie sighed as he joined me. "Enough of this. You've been in your head since I mentioned Y/N. What's the. . ."
He didn't finish his thought. Instead, he turned toward me with a smirk on his face.
"Ohhhhh," he elongated. "I get it now."
He playfully pushed me before continuing to walk through the woods.
"Wait," I called out as I chased after him. "You get what?"
"Come on, Harrington," Eddie sighed. "Please tell me I don't have to be the one to point this out to you."
"Point what out?"
"You have a thing for my sister."
"What?" I scoffed. "I don't. . . Why would you. . . That's so. . . No."
"No?" Eddie teased. "You sure about that?"
"I mean. . . That would be. . . Crazy."
"No, it wouldn't," he said simply. He saw the look on my face and sighed. "Look, Harrington, as much as I may not understand it, Y/N's right. You're a good guy. You'd be an even better guy if you'd grow a pair and tell my sister how you felt about her."
"What if she doesn't feel the same?" I asked before I could realize how weird it was to have this conversation with Y/N's twin brother.
"She does."
My heart jumped into my throat at those two words. Eddie didn't say anything else. He didn't need to. He sent me a wink before jogging and catching up with the others.
"She does," I repeated under my breath. "Holy shit. She feels the same."
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Three months later, Hawkins was barely rebuilding. After Eddie's death, there were two people I was worried about; Dustin and Y/N. Dustin was doing what he normally does - pretending to be okay so no one would worry about him. I checked in on him almost every day. He was getting better, especially since Max was improving.
Y/N, on the other hand, barely leaves her uncle's trailer. Every single one of us has tried to visit her, but her uncle keeps telling us she doesn't want any visitors. Y/N won't even talk to the kids.
"Hi, Steve," Eddie and Y/N's uncle sighed when he opened the door.
"Hi, Mr. Munson," I greeted. "Is Y/N here?"
He sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Look," he sighed, "I really appreciate all you kids have been trying to do for Y/N, but I think it might be best if you give her some space."
"But. . ."
"I'm sorry, Steve," he continued. "I'll let her know you stopped by."
My heart sank as he closed the door. I couldn't get myself to move as I heard Y/N's uncle saying something to her. I couldn't quite hear what he was saying but I forced myself to leave. I turned around and slowly started walking back to my car. As I drove home, I racked my brain trying to figure out what I could do for Y/N.
Just when I had lost all hope, I noticed someone pulled over to the side of the road. As I got closer, I recognized the driver as Y/N. She was looking at her engine.
I didn't hesitate to pull over. I got out of my car and started walking toward her.
"Need a hand?" I called out. I instantly cringed when she jumped. "It's just me, Y/N."
"Sorry," she stuttered.
"It's okay," I tried to say lightly. "So, you need any help?"
"This stupid thing won't start," she grumbled. "And I have no idea why. Eddie usually. . ."
My heart sank when she stopped talking. One look at her and I could see the tears building.
"He usually handled the car," she forced herself to continue as she cleared her throat.
"I could take a look," I shrugged. She looked up at me, her eyes softening.
"Really?"
"Of course."
I walked over to the front of her car and examined the engine. The longer I stared at it, the more Y/N giggled. She was laughing at me, but I didn't care. At least she was laughing.
"You don't know anything about cars, do you, Steve?"
"That obvious?" I chuckled as I turned toward her.
"Little bit," she said, showing me how much with her fingers. She cleared her throat and wrapped her arms around herself.
"I could still help," I said quickly.
"How?" Y/N asked, her voice softening.
"I could give you a ride," I offered.
"Steve. . ."
"I don't mind," I said quickly. "I can take you home or wherever you were on your way to."
"You don't have to," she said quickly.
"I don't mind," I tried again.
"I can call my uncle."
"Come on, Y/N. Let me help you."
She looked up at me and held my gaze. "Are you sure?" She asked, her voice soft.
"Of course," I shrugged. I held my hand out, not entirely expecting her to take it. When she did, my heart jumped into my throat. Ignoring the circus in my stomach, I led her over to my car. She smiled as I opened the door and held it for her.
"Thanks," she said as she got in. I took a shaky breath as I walked around and got in the driver's seat. I started driving to the trailer park, my nerves jumping all over the place.
"So," I cleared my throat, "how have you been doing?"
"Fine," she shrugged, looking out the window.
"Are you. . ."
"Please don't, Steve," she cut me off. She looked over at me and I could see the tears building.
I nodded before turning my attention back to the road. We went through the rest of the drive in silence. I wanted to talk to her but I wasn't sure how to start a conversation with her. Before I would've liked, we pulled in front of her uncle's trailer.
"Thanks for driving me, Steve," she said softly.
"Y/N, wait," I said as I grabbed her hand before she could get out of my car. When she looked at me, I forgot what I was going to say.
"Steve," she said softly when I didn't continue.
"I just wanted to say," I said slowly, "if you ever need anything, the group and I are here for you."
"Thanks," she said, clearing her throat. She started to get out but realized that I was still holding her hand.
"There's something else," I forced myself to say. I looked into her eyes and gathered all the courage I could before saying, "I'm sorry about Eddie."
She turned away from me but right before she did, I could see the tears building. With the hand I wasn't holding, she covered her mouth. My heart sank when I realized she was hiding her tears.
"Y/N," I whispered. I pulled on her hand and she let me bring her into my chest. As I wrapped my arms around her, she sobbed into my chest.
"I wish we could've done something," I whispered. I pulled out of our embrace and held her shoulders as I looked deeply into her eyes. "I wasn't able to keep your brother safe, but that doesn't mean I can't keep you safe."
"Steve," she said under her breath.
"I promise, Y/N, I will always be here for you," I said. "If you ever need anything, and I mean anything, all you have to do is call me. Day or night."
"Day or night?" She teased. "That's a little creepy, Steve."
"I didn't mean it like that," I stuttered. "I just meant that if you needed me, I'd. . ."
Y/N cut me off by leaning over and pressing her lips to mine. I didn't hesitate to deepen the kiss. I gently grabbed her face as our lips moved against each other. When we were both out of breath, we broke the kiss and leaned our foreheads against each other.
"You know," she whispered, "there is something you could do for me."
"Anything," I said instantly.
"I'm starving," she started. I smiled when she didn't continue.
"Y/N," I said softly. "Can I take you to dinner?"
I smirked as I leaned in and kissed her again. I felt her smile as our lips moved in sync. I broke the kiss and pressed my nose to hers.
"If it's not too much trouble," she whispered.
"Not at all."
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I wish if the ml writers really want the whole princess and knight thing they'd do it like Ariel from little mermaid especially since they both similar enough. 1) they're isolated 2) curious about the outside world 3) parents don't want them out. The whole meeting their love interest should just be a bonus, not become the whole personality like the writers did for Adrien in s4 and 5. :(
I have mixed feelings about the knight and princess thing. I'm big on messing with gender roles, so I like it in theory. I actually saw the art before I saw the episode that it's in and loved it because I thought that it was fan art. Then I realized that it was official art and I liked it a lot less because it didn't fit the story. Adrien wasn't a helpless princess. He was a knight, too.
Little did I know that the princess and knight art was apparently foreshadowing just how badly the writers were going to botch the ending.
Damsels in distress of any gender aren't a bad thing in and of themselves. It's perfectly normal to see a character get trapped and need outside help or to have a character start in a position where they have no power. The reason why Damsels in distress are so looked down on is a mix of the gender stereotyping involved and the way that they're traditionally written as having no agency. Adrien is, sadly, a perfect example of the second issue. He's the pretty arm candy who couldn't possibly help himself. He just needs to wait around and, one day, a big strong knight will save him!
This would make some sense if Adrien didn't have a miraculous, but he literally wields one of the two most powerful miraculous in existence. He has the ability to escape his prison when he's trapped in London. He just doesn't because he's a poor helpless maiden who needs someone else to save him, making us all wonder why the writers gave him a miraculous in the first place.
Let's compare Adrien to Disney's Cinderella (the 60's version, not the 2010's update which was somehow less progressive than the original). The original Cinderella does what she's told because she has no way out. She's a victim of prolonged child abuse with no wealth or personal belongings, very similar to Adrien at the start of Miraculous. But when Cinderella is given a way to magically get out? She immediately takes it, just like Adrien does. And when she's locked away with no way to escape? She still tries to get out! She bangs on the door! She calls for help! And when help comes? She grabs it, leading herself to freedom.
That's how you write a good Damsel in distress. You give them as little power as possible while also making them an active part of the story. They're someone who wants to change their reality, who might even try to change their reality, but who truly can't due to circumstances beyond their control. It's a very relatable situation for many people and why Cinderella is my favorite fairy tale.
For Adrien to fit this role, season five needed to take away his power and they honestly could have done that. When he learned that he was being shipped off to London, he could (and arguably should) have told Ladybug that he was being forced to leave Paris. This could have led to him giving up the ring for the safety of the city. A selfless, noble act that no one could fault him for. After all, it's not like Ladybug has other heroes that she could call on! If Chat Noir isn't around, then she could easily be screwed.
Then, when the final comes and Ladybug has to fight alone, it's not because Adrien is too weak and frail to fight off the nightmare dust that literally every other teenage character in the show manges to fight off. Instead, dust or no dust, he literally cannot escape his prison. He has to rely on Ladybug because he has no other choice. We could even see him trying to fight his way out, thinking of her all the while.
Instead, we get Adrien once again failing to use his love to win the day. Between Chat Blanc, Ephemeral, and this mess, I'm not sure what the show is trying to tell us, but it's nothing good. It amazes me that some people think things are going to get better for our poor kitty.
I mean, they might! This show has never been anything close to consistent about anything, so he could surprise us all next season. But it would still be a massive, unexpected shift and you're better off expecting more of the same.
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Title: The Viking
Pairing: Male OC x reader
TW: Violence, murder, generally bad things, implied non/con, no explicit smut but heavy Non/con groping!!, discussion of sexual slavery, mention of cannibalism, Christian elements but it is because I am and I am less afraid of stuffing up Christian stuff than other religions. If you are uncomfortable with any of that move on This man is not nice. Pet names: little mutt, little one and little lamb. Let me know if I missed anything let me know
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Also, I tried to do Gn but as I am a woman, I automatically write with a female reader in mind. But!!!!! I have tried my very best to not mention gender. If something doesn't work please tell me. Reader discretion is advised! Also, I hope I don't need to say this but I will just in case, I do not condone these sorts of actions!!! Or any actions in any of my work. This is pure fiction. Also, all my OCs and the reader are over the age of 18+. and I'm not gonna add google translate because that takes forever and you guys won't even be able to read it so he conveniently speaks the same language as the reader.
Notes: Aaaaa! I have 21 followers! You guys are absolutely amazing! I never thought anyone would want to read my stuff let alone like and reblog. This doesn't take place in any place in particular, if anything I heavily rely on the climate of my home. I was though heavily influenced by Vikings and their nordic culture of that time, however, I had originally planned to make the oc a barbarian of sorts and not a Viking. But my inspiration dive into Pinterest left me with Vikings so here we are. I might write a nomadic barbarian fic later on cause I do see them as quite different in my mind but it depends where this goes, I usually write the notes and triggers before I start writing as a way of planning my thoughts so it might change halfway through.
Also the climatic event in the beginning, in my mind, is the cause of a volcanic eruption somewhere on earth, there was a year of just constant winter due to a massive eruption a few centuries ago and I wanted to include that and showcase how superstitious the people of this time were, seeing the winter as a foreshadowing of terror. And hell they were right.
Lots of love Mae xx
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It was far too early in the season for the cold winds to be here. Your father pretended to not be frightened but you could see it in his eyes. There was a fear lingering. You could hear your parents whispering in worry when they thought you were asleep. You could hear your mother sob as they discussed what it could mean. Your homeland was one of sun and thunder, but never frost, never snow. Yet, a chill had descended onto your lands. A frost had spread across the summer grass. Your bare feet crunched upon what should have been dried pasture, instead, they were chilled by a wicked frost. The sun that you would curse for its harsh warmth was now hidden behind constant grey clouds and you begged for it to return. The floods and storms you ragged against never came. No seasonal thunderstorms after the humidity of the day. There was just darkness. Travellers and merchants from far-off lands, journeying to the capital came through your village, speaking of the darkness that had spread. It seemed like no kingdom or empire was safe. The frost and darkness had come for all.
The first omen of their arrival was the frost itself. It seeped into everything and made the ground as solid as rock, the summer pastures shrivelled up and left nothing but dirt behind.
The second omen was the famine. The harvest failed and the livestock starved. Your father was forced to sell the heifers and cows and slaughter all calves and steers to provide for your family. Still, it wasn't enough. You heard gruesome tales of far-off villages butchering each other for scraps of meat from their bones. Your village was lucky, the sea still provided as much as it could.
The third omen was the dragons. Firey images in the night sky, leaving streaks of light hanging in the air. As soon as they appeared men cried out and women fell to their knees. It was a sign of a terror to come.
The final omen was a raven.
The skies had begun to clear and the winter rains had soothed the harsh scars left behind. Crops had been sown and the frost retreated in the face of the reappeared sun. You had all thought that the struggles of the last few months were over. Your father had been able to buy a cow with calf last week with money you made weaving baskets. She was a skinny thing even with the calf in her belly, but with the winter rain healing the land, you could see her regaining strength.
You had thought it was a crow when you first saw it. It did seem to be a bit bigger than the crows that waited patiently for your fish scraps by the pier. But you had never seen a raven before, so why think anything of it. It had flown in from the sea, flew over the village before fixing its gaze on your mother's garden. Your mother prized her garden, especially her roses, and had cried bitter tears when the frost killed the flowers, leaving thorny masses behind, but they had begun to regrow, leaving your families house surrounded by a beautiful arrangement of daisies and violas, butterfly pea flowers and lilacs. You had your favourites of course. In fact, you were picking them right now, happy to make a bouquet for your ancestors' burial place. As you were sitting and deciding which flowers to choose, the raven landed beside you, you watch in amazement as it plucked a flower from your hand and rose into the air and back towards the sea. Standing up with a giggle you chased after it in play until you reached your property's fence. You watched until it was nothing but a black dot in a sky of blue. If you had known what it had foreshadowed you would have wrung its neck.
They themselves came in the night.
They landed on the beaches and in silence drifted into town. Axes drawn and blood-hungry. The first death was the blacksmith. He was stumbling from the inn, stomach filled with ale. He saw them first, and let out a cry of warning, but it did not save him from a dagger sliding across his throat. The killer let out a howl. His comrades followed. The screams began.
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You had lost sight of your mother in the smoke of the burning village. Fire ragged towards the heavens. The smell of charcoal and blood ravaged your senses. The yelling and screaming were just a constant now. Like how a bird song drifts into the background. You stood immobile calling for your mother, begging her to reveal herself. Out of habit, you called for your father, but you were harshly reminded that dead men can't answer. You watched as the savages ripped men to the ground and let blood flow. They hadn't noticed you yet it seemed. A lone wraith shaking in the centre of town. In the centre of all the murder and mayhem. For a moment you thought you were dead. That the arrow your father had taken for you had indeed struck you and now you were wandering the mortal realm alone and afraid until St Peter called for you.
Your eyes reached towards the heavens and you began to beg for the angels to pluck you from this horror. Your arms wrapped around yourself as tears flowed down your soot-covered cheeks. You were broken from your prayers when you heard your name being called, your mother perhaps? Your eyes rushed to find her. No, you can't see her. But it was enough to have you moving towards the darkness and away from the light of the fire. With your arms still holding you tight, you began to stumble towards the outskirts of town. Once in the fields outside town, you could hide. Wait till they grew bored of your village and left in their ships to torment another village. You were reminded of a time when you were fearful of the dark. But now it was your salvation. Tripping over your feet you struggled to remain standing, leaning on the walls of yet-to-be-destroyed houses and holding onto the rungs of fences. You kept rushing forward, eyes onto the safety of darkness. You were close, only a few more steps.
A beast emerged from the darkness. His face burned with the light of the fire, and his axe shined with delight. His furs were matted with blood and encompassed his shoulder. His arms were bare save for strips of leather circling them. There was blood on his arms and hands as well, dripping onto the handle of his axe and onto the dirt below. You stood still, hoping perhaps you were dead. That he would just pass by and you could remain nothing more but a spirit. If death was without pain you would prefer it to the horrors the beast in front of you was capable of. His face was marked with blood, lines travelling over his forehead and down through his eyes. His eyes flickered with hunger and his mouth was turned up into a grin. He stood feet wide as if he was ready to battle, but his hand was loose on the axe, allowing it to dangle from his palm. He saw no threat in you.
A strange mix of sounds came from his mouth, while his voice was rough and stern, his words were lyrical and filled with rounded sounds and quick sharp notes. It left you confused and almost enchanted, like a deer in the gaze of a hunter.
His voice stopped and his eyes drifted down and then up. He gave a deep laugh at the site of your cowering.
"Come little mutt, stand tall" he chuckled with amusement. You whimpered at the sight of him, a beast of a man denying your freedom. He began to march towards you his axe swinging in his hold. You try to take steps back but he is quicker. You yelp as he pushes you towards a wall, his thick forearm resting against your neck as he peers down at you. You could see the scars littering his face and could smell the stench of blood dominating his body. You could feel the warmth of the blood from his arm smearing all over your neck and chest. You hated to think whose blood it once was.
"Little mutt has no teeth huh? What about claws? hm?" he questioned, joy in your torment in his eyes.
"If I was to fuck you now would you fight me? Would you claw at me or bite at my fingers?" he laughed at your obvious fear. He brought his head down to your neck and sniffed loudly. You cringed as his nose met your skin.
"You smell sweet little mutt. I wonder if you taste just as good"
you struggled as his tongue run up your neck, tears tumbling down your cheeks.
"As sweet as honey!" he cheered. His forearm dug into your neck further as you struggled to escape. He began to shush you, giving out soothing sounds like you would a crying baby as his body stepped forward to meet yours.
" Please don't kill me" you choked, eyes red with fear.
"Never little one!" he bellowed, his face of mock hurt. "Why would I kill you? hm?" he comforted, releasing his arm if only by a fraction. "You will fetch me a high price at the slave markets, little lamb. Men will go mad trying to buy you for their beds" he grinned, showing off his sharp canine teeth. You struggled once more, this time clawing at his arm and chest.
"So the little mutt has claws! Maybe I will keep you for myself. Use you to warm my cock. Would you like that little one?" he teased, he moved his face closer, his tongue darting out to catch the tears on your cheek.
" Get off me" you grunted, desperately trying to remove his arm. he teased you by feigning pity.
"Poor little lamb, you must be so scared. Trapped by a beast like me" he cooed, pushing his arm further into your skin. You watched as his eyes drifted to your chest below his arm. He dropped the axe in his other hand to the ground, it falling flat with a light thud. He looked you in the eyes once more. You could see mischief in them.
"I am torn between keeping you for my bed slave and making a small fortune on another man's desires. Let me see your wares and then I shall decide" he sang, his grin reaching higher and higher with each word. You could only watch in horror as his hands reached for the front of your night smock and ripped it. You tried to grab his wrists but he was too strong. In a mere moment, your smock lay tattered on the ground and you stood bare in the night air. His eyes drank you in, and his hands drifted over your body. He gripped tightly in some places and softly in others. Blood from his hands was left smeared all over you, like rivers on a map. His eyes found yours once more and glee was evident on his face.
"I have decided little mutt. You shall warm my bed and most importantly me" he proclaimed, laughing at the end. "I am to be your master and you the little mutt at my heels. But first, let me dull those claws, hm?"
You stood arms covering yourself confused at his words. You had no claws to dull.
You gave a shriek as he began to drag you into the darkness. His hand was tight against your wrists. You tried to use your body weight to stop him, but it only ended with you falling to the ground and him dragging you through the dirt. You screamed and kicked, shouted and cried. He just laughed.
The dirt turned to soft grass as released you from his grip. You shot up to your bare feet, only to be thrown to the ground and a foot thrown on your stomach.
"I admire your fight little mutt, but as your master, I cannot in good conscious allow you to disrespect me. it would not be natural." he cooed at you, his hair falling into his eyes. You choked out a sob at the thought of what he planned to do. You were both far enough from the town your screams would not be heard and you were both hidden by lush pasture. You began to pray, your words drowning in sobs.
"Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kin-"
"Enough!" shouted, falling onto his knees above you, a dagger glinting in his hand.
"Keep your God, fine, but do not expect kindness from me when you beg for his mercy" he sneered. You watched in terror as the dagger raced towards your head, only for it to land safely in the soil next to you.
"Now little lamb moan sweetly for me, will you?" he smiled, his grin one of filth. You lay there looking up at him in fear. "I said moan" he barked, his hand reaching for your throat. You gave him what he wanted, although it was tarnished by your terror.
"Like the music of the gods" he praised. He removed his hand from your throat and brought both to your knees, lifting them up and slotting himself in between them.
"Look at you little mutt, shaking and cowering in fear and yet I haven't even fucked you yet. You Christians are strange folk. If you knew of pleasure you would be moaning on my cock by now. You yourself would have begged for it. Begged for me to fuck your tight little hole on the ashes of your ho-" you slapped him with a furry. A rage releases from you, with you reaching for the dagger beside your head. His hand reached for yours first and punished it with his strength. He gave off a terrifying laugh as you were forced to drop the knife and he quickly threw it behind him.
"Maybe you aren't a little mutt but a little wolf instead. That fire in you will warm my cock and balls for years to come. But first, let me break you in"
You really did wish that arrow had found its mark in you.
#vikings#oc#gn!reader#viking oc#i noticed i write in past tense. I guess thats just my writing#i was going to tag yandere but it isnt#its just dark#viking x reader#oc viking x reader#dark fic#dark drabble#tw noncon
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Top Four Romances I'm Furious Didn't Get a Happy Ending
4. Jack and Rose
Blame the door. Blame Rose. Blame James Cameron. Blame science. I don't care. I, and everyone else, HATED that Jack died. After all that.......... he dies? Seemingly in a dumb way.
James Cameron has obviously expanded on his decision making skills regarding deciding to kill Jack. Obviously while it was about Jack's science and the pure significance of the sum of loss the true meaning was......Rose. Rose went from her mother, to Cal, to Jack. She was always dependent on someone for survival, status, guidance or permission to live. If she had gone with Jack she'd be living Jack's life. Jack dying is what forced Rose to finally take control of her own life. I get that. It's noble. I also wanted Jack to live. The audience did as well and it did look like if she just moved over.... he would have.
Don't even get me started on "My Heart Will Go On" cause imma cry.
3. Buffy and Angel
Probably the greatest more tragic romance ever. A couple that defined the 90s with electric chemistry that saved this couple from being creepy instead made it sweet and chaste. Angel fell in love with Buffy the moment he saw her. It was her that motivated him to become A Champion. He gave her the iconic Claddagh ring. That night, they slept together for the first time, which resulted in Angel experiencing the "moment of true happiness" required to end his curse. He was alleviated of his soul, and reverted to the guiltless, sadistic Angelus........ breaking viewers hearts. Especially this viewer. While Spuffy grew on me and Bangle grew apart..... it became clear even in the worst of times they were connected by the heart.
A romance destined to end in disaster all the same. This one was for the history books.
2. Augustus “Gus” Waters and Hazel Grace Lancaster
Working through their illnesses together, the two manage a relationship that is mature beyond their years. Part of what makes the end of this romance so difficult to watch is the fact that though Hazel is much sicker than Gus, his cancer ends up making an aggressive and unexpected return. We should have known it wasn't going to end well, but we were hopefully, THEY were hopefully. The scene when Hazel gets the phone call that Gus passed away, pain just pain. Shailene deserved at least the very a nominiation.
Reylo
We could have had it all. Ben and Rey could have had the best of both worlds, powerful light and powerful darkness, a balance. Their love story could have brought balanced to the force.
Ben had felt alone and abandoned for a really long time, and had tried to channel those feelings to gain more power, but was clearly failing and having doubts. Then along comes a girl with whom he shares a fate-like connection, with a similar past of parent abandonment/betrayal issues, who opens up to him & seems convinced that he is meant to be someone better.... will become someone better.
But the internet is why we can't have nice things. Reylo benefited from it's fandom, it also was severely wounded from people determined to paint Reylo as something that it wasn't due to their own issues.
#reylo#star wars#ben solo#rey star wars#ben solo deserved better#rey skywalker#daisy ridley#adam driver#titanic#jack and rose#the fault in our stars#buffy the vampire slayer#buffy and angel
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Elijah Mikaelson is my comfort character
Elijah Mikaelson is my comfort character and it's not because he is perfect. He is a deeply flawed character who lived most of his life as a villain and a lot of his character development is done off-camera. But there is something so interesting about how he is viewed in the show and by a lot of the fandom.
I love his character because of how I relate to his trauma and how he handles that trauma (which I acknowledge is problematic). He spends the majority of his life trying to make amends for every wrong he has ever done yet he is unable to learn his lesson and repeatedly makes these mistakes. He is paralyzed by the fear of failing his brother once again that he will do anything for him, even at the cost of his other siblings.
We see from a young age that Elijah was 'parentified' by his parents and his siblings and carried that into adulthood. He doesn't have a normal sibling relationship with any of his siblings because of this. Everyone holds him to a higher standard and blames him for their problems as if he was the one that failed them. Yet at the end of the day, he was just like them, struggling to grow up under the trauma of their parents and the era they lived in. Because of this, his siblings were able to heal, but he wasn't.
After they turn, after Elijah has just experienced so much trauma that his mother erased his memories because she felt he couldn't handle it, he is looked to as the leader, even by his older brother. He is seen attempting to control his sibling's bloodlust, even as he struggles to manage his own. He has always had to put aside his own trauma/struggles in order to maintain his siblings. This is so evident throughout the show but especially after his mother tortures him and when he awakens, Klaus immediately goes to him and tells him he killed his father without even checking on Elijah first.
It is also important to acknowledge the biases of a lot of the stories we are told throughout the show. We see such a limited amount of their lives, and much of it is centered around Klaus and his 'suffering.' When people attack Elijah, it is either because he didn't do enough for Klaus or because he did too much for Klaus at the cost of his siblings. While I think he could have done more to protect his siblings, it was not his job. I think it is interesting that he is the only sibling held to that standard. We see him in numerous flashbacks attempting to protect them and we do not know about 99% of their life.
I will never tell anyone they have to love Elijah because there are legitimate reasons to hate him and I will not defend him for those. But I will defend him when he is held to a higher standard than the rest of his family simply because he was forced to raise his siblings.
I don't love him because of the terrible things he has done and I will not defend them (you can love a problematic character but that doesn't mean you can defend the terrible actions or blame the victims), but I love him because of how he has been forced to handle so much and given such little credit for everything. Yes, he has made many mistakes throughout his life, some of them unforgivable, but at the end of it, he always tried to put his family first.
#elijah mikealson#the mikaelsons#the originals#klaus mikaelson#the vampire diaries#tvd#tvdu#rebekah mikaelson#finn mikaelson#kol mikaelson#the mikaelson siblings#mikaelson family
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Lots of people doing HOO AUs and that sounds fun so I'm hopping on the band wagon. Starting with TLH! (Note, this would mostly be from Jason's pov, with a few chapters from Leo's and Piper's perspectives. )
Edit: I'm calling this The EagleOwl Swap, after the birds closely associated with Zeus and Athena (Also I have seen a fanart with the seven and birds associated with their godly parents, and I was inspired)
Jason wakes up confused, surrounded by his bestfriend Leo and girlfriend Piper, who he doesn't remember. Everything proceeds normally until their teacher turns into a goat and goes zoo-wee-mama, Leo falls to his death till Jason saves him and Piper acts a bit suspicious. Hmmmm.....
The chariot arrives and in it... is not Annabeth. Not Percy either. Nope. It's... Katie Gardener.
Percy and Annabeth had disappeared a few months ago, and getting a bunch of feral demigods to listen is hard if you're not popular. So all the head cabin members are tired, and Jason was apparently the lead they needed to find them, according to their local oracle. Too bad Jason has zero memories
Camp sequence ensues. Leo fits in like a fish to water, while Jason's mopping around being lonely as there's no one else in his cabin. Till he finds Piper moping a bit Piper's Life Hacks 101: If you don't fit in a grp, just pretend you do; maybe then you would find happiness in this cruel world. Jason finds the life hack to be bs, but Piper's too occupied with other things (foreshadowing) to care about being comfortable
They do the quest to save Hera and coach, and the mission is a mess. Leo is pretty much Elsa but with fire powers, Jason has found out throwing water at enemies then electrocuting them is both effective and fun, so now they have to waste time stealing water bottles from stores or else Jason would pout the entire mission, and Piper discovers Charmspeak for the first time, which makes her scary.
We have Leo trauma-dumping with a smile as he talks about the whole 'mom died in a fire thanks to this weird grass-lady' ending that convo with 'everything's fine, I'm fine' when clearly it's not, your friends can see the pain in your eyes, leo stop holding in the pain-
Piper also trauma dumps about how lonely a child of a celebrity's life is, being piled with expectations, forced to not rock the boat at all, people only sucking up to her cuz everyone knows and wants to be friends with THE Tristan Mclean's daughter, pretending to be something she's not
Which is why she and Leo are best friends, cuz boi has no clue what Hollywood is in the first place, (look he had been running for half his life, cut him some slack) and she finds his jokes funny. (the first)
Jason, is an excellent detective no matter what, and gets suspicious of Piper. "Wait, if you're a people pleaser how did you get sent to the Wilderness School. Minors who repeatedly commit offenses goes to prision, and yet you haven't done anything". "Uhhhhh" , a monster attacks them, saving Piper from almost blowing her cover.
Piper questions her sexuality when she meets the hunters, Leo tries to be supportive, but fails. "Hey, I'm an aromantic, and even I can feel the romance between you and Piper" "...Leo. Never flirt. Ever" ( Fun fact, I said the exact same stuff to someone on behalf of my friend; suffice to say it wasn't my proudest moment)
They're both clueless to the angst stuff happening in the cave. Thalia is struggling to keep it together cuz her baby brother is all grown up and she can't celebrate that becuz he doesn't even know her and that's another person she has to add in the list of "loved one she eventually has to see die becuz she's immortal"
Surprise, as they near the place Hera's trapped, Piper gets revealed that's she been working with the giants to get Jason captured when he was least expecting it cause he's a threat. And Piper would sacrifice Jason, a guy she met like a week ago, for her dad whom which they kidnapped like a few months ago and then blackmailed her to be their spy.
Sike, the giants decides to kill Tristan and the trio instead of just Jason, which was not part of the deal, but Gaea hates Aphrodite and all her kids cuz they are Uranus spawns, and Gaea hates her ex-husband a lot. It's also convenient that two thirds of the trio are part of the prophecy of the Seven, so gotta kill them all. (Pokemon theme plays in the background) (Cuz only Hazel, Frank, Jason and Leo were confirmed to be a part of the Seven, and the other three were added later on )
They free Tristan, but Piper gets captured instead. Jason doesn't want to save her, considering she was willing to kill him off a few minutes ago, but Leo knows how Piper feels, considering Gaea screwed him over as well, who he now is 95% sure was that grass lady that killed his mom, and urges Jason to save them. Even if he's miffed by the fact that Piper got to keep her memories thanks to Gaea's interference intact while Jason and Leo's didn't.
"Wait hold up, so Hera and Gaea messed up my memories? So my friendships are all a lie!" "But that doesn't mean I'm not your friend anymore" Leo starts bawling at that, much to Jason surprise, because he has a friend after so long of being alone (poor boy)
Piper meanwhile regrets everything she has ever done, and not for the first time, considers suicide. But after getting riled up by someone from the shadows telling her she's useless, as a daughter of Aphrodite, she gets reminded of her will to live so that she can one day prove that stuck up manager of her father's that she's more than just a pretty face, and she will prove that manager and the rando in the shadows that she's better than them, basically living through sheer spite baby (Poor Piper, the little smolo blorbo)
They arrive at the place where both Piper and Hera are held. Gaea speaks through that mortal from the shadows (we making her more in this au cuz why not), whch is wayyyyyy more creepy then just talking through their dreams and starts egging Leo on being like "Heyyyyy, ya I did murder your mom" before forcing said mortal she was speaking through to kill themselves. We realise that Gaea has just been picking out random mortals and controllling them as she doesn't have a body herself.
Hera gets freed, Leo overcomes his fire trauma,Piper reedeems herself in Jason's books by reviving him back from the dead. Apparently having a pep talk from Leo and the grief from losing Jason, who is legit her best friend now, can get Piper to unlock her full power of charmspeaking. Leo's just happy he has a home again, with two best friends and a fairy godmother through Hera.
Honestly it's funny when you imagine Jason and Piper learning about Hera putting Leo in fire when he was a baby and being horrified, and he's like it wasn't traumatic, it was a learning experience. Also Hera, in the disguise of a babysitter, gave him ice cream for breakfast when he was five, so she's apparently one of his favourite gods.
Jason was apparently taken from the roman camp in an effort to combine the two camps together after centuries of bloodshed and fighting cuz they need to beat Gaea. So yay, Jason finds out atleast one thing about himself. Hera does promise that he will regain his memories when he finds the roman camp, which she doesn't disclose the location of.
Also piper was never intended to be part of the seven in the first place, but becuz she tagged along and put herself within Hera's radar and has a pretty nice power that would be very helpful, she gets put in the prophecy as well, so yay, she finally feels included for the first time in a very looooong time
Also at the begging of Leo, who is Hera's favoruite, decides to be a bit more helpful and give one more info: Annabeth's at the roman camp, and she also reveals that she intially took Percy first to represent the greeks, but he went missing after two days for some reason, so she took annabeth.
Oh in this au Piper and Leo do not become cabin heads, cause they are too busy saving the world to try to lead a cabin, also Piper finally fits in camp cuz she goes against her hollywood teachings and talks back at Drew, showing her true self after a long time. Hephastus cabin does not have that curse of not taking things able to work, but they do find the secret cabin. And they start preparing to go to the roman camp.
Next Part -> Son of Neptune Au
#the lost hero#heroes of olympus#hoo#tlh trio#percy jackson#piper mclean#jason grace#leo valdez#clarisse la rue#rachel elizabeth dare#thalia grace#katie gardener#pjo#hoo au#drew tanaka#The EagleOwl Swap
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secret notes part 6: aking hiling
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Summary: Loki's out on a date with The Lonely Avenger…only thing is, you're in the Tower, in the common room, with the rest of the team. So who'd he go out with?
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: language; reader threatening violence; other than that, nothing, this is mostly fluff [let me know if i missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: idiots in love, mutual pining, Loki in denial, reader oblivious AF; translations will be included at the Author's Notes
It would have otherwise been a typical Thursday in the tower had it not been for the gathering of Avengers in the common area like anxious parents waiting for their child to come home at 9:30 in the evening. You spotted Wanda and Natasha among them, clearly amused smirks on their faces.
"Okay either you're staging an intervention or someone's out on a date and you wanna grill them the second they walk through the doors," you said from the stairs as you made your way down.
"Door number Two, jellybean," Tony answered you. "Rock of Ages for the who."
The strength you needed to keep your expression neutral as you felt your heart turn to lead and drop to the ground…to say it was herculean would have been an understatement. Hell, to say your heart hardened and sank was an understatement. It felt like a sinkhole had appeared in the middle of your whole world and relentlessly sucked in everything in its path.
"Finally," you said with a forced chuckle. "Who's the willing victim?"
"The Lonely Avenger," Rhodes spoke up from his place on the couch. "Stark started asking around after her first live show when we all realized that she was using tech that wasn't even in production yet. Turns out someone from Operations let one of their friends from Accounting borrow it that night and said lady from Accounting fessed up to being her."
"Ah, so we finally have a name and face to the voice." You tried to keep your tone unchanged, despite the fire burning inside of you at the thought of someone lying and pretending to be you just to go on a date with Loki. "So who is the mystery lady?"
"I believe her name was Lady Nicole," Thor spoke from his seat. "Shame it wasn't who my brother wished it would be, but he seems content at least knowing who his lark is. Finally."
His words felt like he'd might as well have thrown one of his brother's daggers straight at your heart. His lark. He saw you as his, and he hadn't the slightest idea that it was you. No. Instead he was out in the world believing he was with his lark now. Instead he thought that his lark was fucking Nicole from Accounting.
But then you realized…
"Wait. Nicole? Nikki? Nikki Patrick?" Everyone nodded, the smirks on your friends faces becoming more prominent as you began to chuckle.
"Why the starting notes of a villain laugh, jellybean?"
You took a breath, trying to compose yourself. "Let's start with Nikki can't hold a note to save her life. FRIDAY? Can you pull up Nikki's open mic performance from the New Year's Eve party and play it through the speakers?"
The most ear-grating tone-deaf rendition of What Are You Doing New Year's Eve began to play through the speakers, making the entire room cover their ears and groan in unison. "Christ on a crutch, that is not Bambi's bird," Tony nearly yelled.
"It's lark, Antony. And no. She most definitely is not." You looked at the area by the elevator to find Loki standing there, visibly seething in a sinful-looking well-tailored suit. "I was taken for a fool."
There was a sadistic feeling of satisfaction flowed through you knowing that she'd failed in doing even a remotely decent job at impersonating you; however, that feeling was quickly extinguished with the disappointment you found on Loki's face once you'd looked past the seething and the frustration. He was offended, that was inherently obvious, but he was also simply disappointed. Dismayed.
"How'd you suss it out?" You took a step in his direction as he angrily shrugged off his coat. You knew that he had a tendency to haphazardly toss things around when he was frustrated or disappointed, and right now he was both, and he was two steps away from beginning to resemble his younger self from his time in Asgard. From the corner of your eye, you saw that Thor was also poised at the ready in case the incoming temper tantrum was something you couldn't talk his brother down from.
Loki tossed the coat in the air, and you moved quickly to catch it before it landed on the floor, before he started answering. "Other than the lack of a melodic voice, one of the defining traits of my lark is that she's bilingual. At the very least in song, which could suggest that she could understand at least some basic phrases."
That was one of your earlier mistakes. You'd sung in Tagalog occasionally throughout your first few weeks, and since it would arouse more suspicion if you suddenly stopped, you made it a semi-regular thing on your channel. "Yeah…she sings in Tagalog, right?" He nodded at you, and you had to stop yourself from chortling when you began to have an idea of how he figured out that Nikki was most definitely a fake. "Mischief, what'd you do?"
"Kinausap ko lang siya."
"'Tas hindi ka naintindihan?" you shot back with a smile.
"God help us all they're doing it again," Tony groaned from his seat. "Point Break, I know you have Allspeak. Translate, please?" Thor did exactly that.
"She absolutely did not understand me, darling. I saw her eyes go blank and then start grasping for words--"
Your collective attention was disrupted by the ding of the elevator, and you watched as Loki's jaw visibly tensed as Nikki walked in to the common area towards the coat closet. "Ah, Nikki. Just the girl we were gossiping about…" you teased sardonically. "Mischief was just telling us about your date."
"Listen I'm really sorry, Y/N, I just I really wanted a fair shot and I thought that maybe--"
"You thought that maybe if you pretended to be someone that he was highly curious about that maybe he would be interested in you?" you finished for her. Had she not clearly tried to take advantage of his curiosities and fool him the way she did, you might have felt the teeniest bit guilty for the way that your attitude was making her fidgety and teary-eyed.
"It's pathetic, and desperate, I know--"
"You know Nikki, I'll give you a piece of advice the next time you try to pretend to be someone. If your assumed persona's bilingual? Aralin mo muna yung lengwahe. Bobo." You vaguely heard Thor's low chuckle as he translated for everyone else in the room.
"Lady Nicole, you fooled my brother," the blonde Asgardian said in a terrifyingly ominous tone. "I do not take kindly to those who take my family for fools."
"You have thirty seconds to get your coat and get out of this floor before I come after you with everything I've got," you addressed the woman who was surprisingly still standing tall and looking you all in the eye, before she eyed you with incredulity as you slipped your fingers through your brass knuckles.
"And what're you gonna do, Y/N? Hack me to death?" she sneered. "Everyone knows you're the runt of the pack."
You nodded, as if you were pondering her words. "That may be so. I mean I am only human after all," you chuckled darkly. "But that doesn't mean that I can't do some nasty work on your face once I get to you. See, Nikki, you offended my friend."
"She offended you, too, darling."
"Oh I know." You broke your death stare towards Nikki to briefly address Loki. "Could we table that for a second? I'm kinda having a moment here." He simply nodded and gave you a gesture as if to say 'continue', and you turned your gaze back to the accountant. "Once I get to zero, you will be off this floor. Now whether it be through your own volition or it be through me dragging you down the stairs myself, by your hair, will entirely be up to you."
"Why are you coming after me?" Her voice was now shaky, as if she was beginning to take you seriously.
You flexed your fist in your brass knuckles. "Mischief here's too much of a gentleman to hit a woman." You straightened your stance and squared your shoulders as you stared her down. "I have no such hesitations. Thirty."
As you counted down the seconds she scrambled to get her coat off the hanger and rushed to the elevator, frantically pushing the button once you got to sixteen. "I need more than fifteen seconds for the elevator to get here, Y/N, please."
"Then you better take the stairs, Nicole. TWELVE!" You heard the staggered sound of her heels as she ran to the fire exit and off the floor by the time you got to seven. When you heard the door close, you threaded your fingers out of the brass knuckles, not noticing the raven-haired god walking towards you.
"Would you have truly used these on her, dear Y/N?" he said as he took the weapon from you to set it down the nearest table. "Seems a wasteful expenditure of your strength."
You laughed at his words. "No, I wouldn't have. I probably would have bitch slapped the fuck out of her though." You waved your open palm for emphasis, which he took in his own, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. It felt like he was trying to ground himself; you could see the frustration almost fading away on his face. "Are you okay, Mischief?"
He smiled at you, but not in the way he usually did. It was superficial, a facade. It didn't even reach his eyes. Instead he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear then proceeded to cup your face and stroke your cheek with his thumb, beginning to appear visibly calmer than he was a few mere minutes ago.
"Why do I feel like I'm invading some intimate times over here?" you heard Wilson quip from the side. "Did these two idiots just forget there's other people in the room. Hey Horns! Y'all aren't alone in here!"
Sam's words broke you out of the reverie you found yourself in, a hint of frustration once again appearing on Loki's face, making you sigh. "Don't change out of your clothes yet and give me ten minutes."
"What for?"
"You're not gonna end your night with that look on your face. We're going out." You slipped your hand out from his hold and started your way up the stairs.
Halfway up you heard him chuckle. "I don't recall agreeing, darling."
"I don't recall asking, Mischief," you shot back with a playful smile.
"Lady Y/N, if he ends up inebriated you will need my assistance to--"
"We're not drinking, Thor!" you hollered from the top of the stairs. When you reached your apartment and you had a moment of silence, you started to doubt your decision, questioning your sanity as you spoke into the emptiness, "Did I just sign myself up for a date with Loki?"
No, you told yourself. You're going out with a friend because he feels like shit right now and refuses to admit to it, and you're going to either talk about it. Or not. You're just going to be there for your friend. This isn't a date.
Despite the infuriating and disappointing start of the evening, this was a rather pleasant turn of events from where Loki was standing. Who knew that being taken for a fool and returning to the tower from a dinner date cut short due to feeling as if someone had ripped out the very ground from beneath his feet at the revelation that the woman who claimed to be his lark was a charlatan would have led to walking towards a cafe not too far from the Tower, hand in hand with you?
You knocked on the door with the 'Closed' sign in a specific pattern and a middle-aged looking woman opened the door for you with a warm smile. "Y/N! What a pleasant surprise, dear, come in! You're just in time, my latest batch of cakes I'm trying out just finished cooling." It was only when you two stepped foot into the establishment that she turned her gaze to the god. "Oh hello there!" She eyed your joint hands. "You must be the boyfriend?"
A peculiar sensation spread through his body at the thought of being seen as yours. Norns, how he wanted that to be the case. His hand squeezed yours ever so slightly, as if he had a feeling that you would have let go at the elder woman's assumption, and he was silently pleading for you not to.
"Uhh no…I'm not uhh--I don't have a boyfriend, Abbie. Anyways, I want you to meet Loki. He works with me, well more like I work with him and the rest of the Avengers but I'm gonna stop before I start rambling." You turned to look at him once more. "Mischief, this is Abbie. She owns the cafe and every now and then I stop by and test some of her new recipes after hours."
Loki offered his free hand to shake, still refusing to let yours go, and thankfully you hadn't made any motions to relinquish your hold either. "It's good to meet you, dear. Please, sit." She motioned towards a table situated near a corner of the cafe. Quiet. Dare he say, even…intimate.
As if he would be on a date with you. The notion brought a smile to his face.
"I'm game for pretty much anything, Abbie, but if you have anything with lemon in it?" You pointed towards him with your free hand, clicking your tongue and then giving her a thumbs up. He only let go of you once you were sat across from one another at the table, and you proceeded to tell him a brief summary of how you came across this place a year and a half ago.
You'd needed an escape from something you vaguely referred to as "emotional fuckery" and found yourself sitting at this very table, ordering one sweet drink or treat after another until it was time to close. "And that was when I told Abbie my entire emotional fuckery dilemma the way jilted lovers talk to bartenders," you explained. Since then you would periodically pay her establishment a visit whenever you needed an escape or simply had a craving for something sweet.
"So how come you needed an escape tonight, darling?"
He couldn't have possibly been more unprepared for your response. "Oh I didn't need an escape tonight, Mischief. But you did." It was all he could do to not go over to your side of the table, lift you into his arms and kiss you until you were both breathless. "You seem really bothered by what happened tonight."
As you both started taking bites out of the slices of cake set in front of you, he felt this warmth, this comfort that always found its way to him once he spent enough time alone with you. As if he could tell you just about anything without fear of being judged or condemned. It was a heady, dangerous sensation, granted that he could tell you almost anything without that fear creeping in.
He just had to make sure that what he told you didn't consist of the worlds "I'm maddeningly in love with you, Y/N, and I want you to be mine."
He jolted himself out of his thoughts, answering you with, "I am. Truly. I feel as if she had taken advantage of how greatly I wanted to know the identity of my lark. I feel a fool for not seeing it sooner, for wanting to know the answer to her identity so desperately that I failed to acknowledge the signs that her stories had…holes."
"Why do you want to know who The Lonely Avenger is so badly, Mischief?"
"Mostly I wish to thank her," he responded honestly. "There's an emotion behind her words, her songs, that when I hear them I hear…love. I cannot fathom anyone having that kind of emotion for me."
"You are loved." Your voice audibly cracked as you said the words, and when Loki looked into your eyes, he could see the beginnings of tears welling up in them, as if you were fighting them back with all your strength. "You are, Mischief. Trust me. By more than you think."
Just not by you, he thought to himself bitterly. No one else would matter if I was loved by you.
He knew in his heart that he would cease his search for his lark in a heartbeat if his love for you was requited, but instead there would only ever be a dull ache in his heart at the knowledge that you'd only been offended on his behalf earlier tonight because your friend was lied to. That you'd brought him here now as a way to comfort your friend.
It was why he wanted to meet his lark so desperately. He wanted to meet her so that perhaps he could begin to move forward from his unreturned feelings for you and finally be truly content with just your friendship. Although part of him was already resigned to knowing that even if he knew the identity of his lark, it could never truly dispel his affections for you.
As for the rest of him? That part still held on to hope that perhaps you finally did put the voice that haunted his dreams every night to song and that you were behind the melodic faceless and nameless voice that was proclaiming your affections online. Perhaps his lark was someone he knew, someone he already loved.
And she was already sitting across from him at this very table.
And perhaps you would tell him when you were ready.
Or perhaps you're simply desperate to hold on to the notion that she could love you so ardently that she would put that love into song. Perhaps you'd mocked Thor for so long that this is simply Holde making sure you knew the variation of Thor's situation in which you were nothing except desperate and pathetic for this Midgardian. Why would someone as pure as she ever return the affections of a heathen such as yourself?
"I will believe that when I see it, darling," he said, cracking a forced smile your way if only to help in fighting back the tears he still saw lurking in your eyes.
A/N: If one of these two could confess already that'd be great. It's a good thing there's only 2 parts of this series left and it's left in the hands of the outtake-obsessed author ohh wait. Shit. That's me. 😳🙃
Translations:
Kinausap ko lang siya. – I simply spoke with her.
Tas hindi ka naintindihan? – And she didn't understand you?
Aralin mo muna yung lengwahe. Bobo. – Study the language first. Idiot.
Song lyrics translation (taken straight from Google Translate lol):
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Tw Complicated Parent Child Relationships (perhaps neglect) and TW Sexual Assault mention. Please don't read if these trigger you!
In some versions of mythology, Maia (Hermes' mom) was a handmaiden for Artemis along with her six sisters. Zeus being Zeus fancied the oldest nymph daughter of Atlas and had his way with her when she tried to escape him in a cave. She was forced to leave Artemis' palace and employment because she had Hermes.
Something she despised because she wanted to stay with her sisters and Artemis. She loved that lifestyle. It was what she wanted. Except Zeus ruined that for her.
Maia was also fearful because of Hera's wrath towards her husband's mistresses and their families. Then Orion came knocking and started being inappropriate with her sisters and to some extent her. She didn't want to deal with another man like that.
Then some of Hermes' appearance and personality kept reminding her of Zeus and she didn't want to be a parent. She cared for the boy but she didn't love him. So, since she was no longer provided for by Artemis, she kept encouraging her eager child to keep working so that he could help support them and make her proud. Plus he didn't want to face the wrath of grumpy gods if he failed to deliver!
He was devoted to her and did just that. Giving Maia a much needed break from having to parent a rambunctious child. Then one night, the boy came back and said something that shook her to her core.
"I was in the mortal market today. I was picking up some biscuits for Lady Hestia and everyone else back at Olympus. And I saw Lady Artemis and Lord Apollo with their mom Leto. I was going to say hi to Lady Artemis for you but I never got the chance. Then their mom said that both of them, her children, were truly the most wonderous and magical things that could've ever happened to her. That their moon light and sunlight made her heart shine. That all mothers love their kids so much. Since I deliver stuff and you're my mom, would that mean that I'm your greatest gift? Or maybe someday I could be once I'm a powerful Olympian with domains and stuff?"
Maia was speechless and didn't know what to say. Her greatest 'gifts' had been her sisters and their sisterhood and the eternal youth, freedom, and respect she was afforded as a personal maiden of Artemis. While she didn't blame the boy for what happened, she didn't love him. He was the kid she babysat and cared a bit for. She didn't have titan of motherhood level feelings for him. So, she ultimately said someday once he was established as an Olympian, worthy, and accomplished of course. Her son still very much naïve when it came to relationships; agreed with her.
Years went by, Maia became a constellation in the sky with her sisters curtesy of Zeus and Artemis to escape Orion. Her son never knowing the wiser. Of course Zeus knew when she made her request but no one else did. She made sure of that. He was a good boy, but he wasn't what she wanted for herself. Now as a star she could be close to her sisters and Artemis. Free at last. It was better this way.
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In some versions of mythology, Maia (Hermes' mom) was a handmaiden for Artemis along with her six sisters. Zeus being Zeus fancied the oldest nymph daughter of Atlas and had his way with her when she tried to escape him in a cave. She was forced to leave Artemis' palace and employment because she had Hermes.
Way to go Zeus :clap clap:
Something she despised because she wanted to stay with her sisters and Artemis. She loved that lifestyle. It was what she wanted. Except Zeus ruined that for her.
Maia was also fearful because of Hera's wrath towards her husband's mistresses and their families. Then Orion came knocking and started being inappropriate with her sisters and to some extent her. She didn't want to deal with another man like that.
Maia was a loyal handmaiden </3 but her dreams were ripped away </3
Then some of Hermes' appearance and personality kept reminding her of Zeus and she didn't want to be a parent. She cared for the boy but she didn't love him. So, since she was no longer provided for by Artemis, she kept encouraging her eager child to keep working so that he could help support them and make her proud. Plus he didn't want to face the wrath of grumpy gods if he failed to deliver!
Maia inputting Hermes's work work work for affection mindset </3
He was devoted to her and did just that. Giving Maia a much needed break from having to parent a rambunctious child. Then one night, the boy came back and said something that shook her to her core.
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"I was in the mortal market today. I was picking up some biscuits for Lady Hestia and everyone else back at Olympus. And I saw Lady Artemis and Lord Apollo with their mom Leto. I was going to say hi to Lady Artemis for you but I never got the chance. Then their mom said that both of them, her children, were truly the most wonderous and magical things that could've ever happened to her. That their moon light and sunlight made her heart shine. That all mothers love their kids so much. Since I deliver stuff and you're my mom, would that mean that I'm your greatest gift? Or maybe someday I could be once I'm a powerful Olympian with domains and stuff?"
sob sob
Hermes asking if that will make his mom love him
Maia was speechless and didn't know what to say. Her greatest 'gifts' had been her sisters and their sisterhood and the eternal youth, freedom, and respect she was afforded as a personal maiden of Artemis. While she didn't blame the boy for what happened, she didn't love him. He was the kid she babysat and cared a bit for. She didn't have titan of motherhood level feelings for him. So, she ultimately said someday once he was established as an Olympian, worthy, and accomplished of course. Her son still very much naïve when it came to relationships; agreed with her.
sobs in fandom
Years went by, Maia became a constellation in the sky with her sisters curtesy of Zeus and Artemis to escape Orion. Her son never knowing the wiser. Of course Zeus knew when she made her request but no one else did. She made sure of that. He was a good boy, but he wasn't what she wanted for herself. Now as a star she could be close to her sisters and Artemis. Free at last. It was better this way.
uncontrollable sobbing
you feel bad for Maia but at the same time your like poor Hermes
he just wants to be loved
and Maia just wanted to be free
tragedy✊😔
#the oracle speaks#anon ask#ask and replies#asked and answered#hermes#maia#pjo hermes#pjo maia#the trials of apollo#trials of apollo#toa#pjo#hoo#pjo hoo toa#percy jackon and the olympians#apollo#artemis#leto#pjo apollo#pjo artemis#pjo leto#orion#pjo orion#zeus#pjo zeus
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When I was younger... I think saying that Ratatatouille was a hyperfixation of mine is too strong, but I will say that it's a movie that came out at just the right time for me personally.
I was going through one of the toughest times in my life in that period, and I was just getting to the age where I could understand that the things happening to me were not right. I was coming to question the worldview that I'd been raised with, and I was starting to understand that many things in my life would be better qualified as abuse. That paired with some other things led to me feeling extremely jaded.
And... I think it would've been really easy for me to become irreparably cynical at that age. I was feeling so disillusioned with so much of my life that it was hard to believe in anything anymore. But then Ratatouille came out and I really resonated with the basic message that sometimes love requires courage, and that the simple act of creation (and finding joy from that creation) could be incredibly meaningful. That cynicism is both easy and enjoyable, but that finding joy, finding meaning, can only happen if you make the conscious decision to reject it.
idk. I think I just really, really needed to hear that at that age.
Since I was very young, I'd actually wanted to be a chef when I grew up. I think... by that age, I was realizing that it wasn't going to happen. I was just so, so sick, and I only got my first diagnosis less than a year after the movie came out. So at the time, I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I knew that I was simply too sick to cook -- and that cooking school, for the most part, was not very accessible if you have mobility disabilities.
But... I wanted to cook this one thing. Just this one thing. I remember it took me hours. Like literally hours -- just for the prep work. We were pretty poor back then and I wasn't going to ask my parents to get a specialty product for the kitchen just so I could cook one dish, so I ended up creating it without a mandoline. I cut all the vegetables by hand.
I was exhausted by the time I was done (and did have a moment of "you idiot, you hate both eggplant and bell peppers, why are you making this?") but there was a real sense of accomplishment there. And I did like it a lot more than traditional ratatouille.
(My issues with eggplant are textural, so cutting it thinly and stacking it with zucchini, one of my favorite foods, helped alleviate that for me. lmao)
I never made it again, though, and these days I cook very little. I'm still sick. I always will be. So... there's still a very specific pain that I feel when I watch that film and they say, "Anyone can cook."
But it's also something that I tell myself the few times that I do cook. When I jerry-rig an accessible cook station in my living room. When I discover ways to make things doable, if not easy. Anyone can cook. Maybe not always, maybe not anything, maybe not the way everyone else does it. Certainly not in a professional kitchen.
But... anyone can cook.
And... truthfully speaking, I had a real breakdown a couple years after this movie came out. I learned in the most brutal fashion possible that my body would not be like everyone else's, no matter how hard I pushed it, and during the forced medical leave that followed, I finally came to some very tough realizations about my life and the adults around me who had failed me. Even, y'know, the ones I loved.
I do think having that kernel of hope, though, and that stubborn refusal to entirely give into cynicism, did help me survive the period. I really tried to throw myself into anything that could give me the barest amount of joy back then rather than being entirely pulled under by the uh. Incredible amount of depression I was dealing with.
I'm not gonna say that Ratatouille saved my life; I think that would be a bit too much. But it certainly didn't hurt. I went through this period in my life where I really kept imprinting on unrepentantly hopeful, optimistic characters that truly believed in the best in people, even when it hurt them. And... I think there were some mirrors there in my own life. I so desperately wanted to believe that things could be good. That the people in my life would be good. And it very much did hurt me.
But... I think I needed all that, too. I don't believe that the world is all Disney optimism or anything, but I think that... y'know, what's the point of anything if you give into despair? Living and continuing to live and eking out joy wherever you find it is a very conscious decision, and one that you have to constantly make. You learn to mine through the shit to find just one thing that makes you remember that life can be very beautiful.
Some days that's a fandom. Some days that's a person. Some days that's confit byaldi. idk, man. Sometimes you have to cut through the calluses that life has given you and just experience something with childlike wonder and hope. That's the real message there, I think. That you have to have the courage to allow yourself to feel joy, even in the smallest ways, when things suck.
Love isn't always rewarded, but... you gotta keep letting yourself feel it, right? It really is all there is.
#personal post#ratatouille#tbh I feel like what heals me most when I'm feeling awful has been nature#I think the trips I've been taking with my father to see national parks have been really healing#and I'm glad that I have the chance to go out to northern california and be with the redwoods at least once a year#those trees make me feel so human lmao#I remember when dad and I were in monument valley -- not actually a national park#we drove out to this relatively secluded area#and there was no one there#and there was just this... perfect silence#like such a perfect stillness that I cried#ofc then dad was like 'wow do you hear how quiet it is...' rip but
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