#like yes he escalated the situation to kidnapping

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 | Eleventh Doctor x F! Reader

❝𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯.❞

Summary: After a stressful day, you overhear Amy arguing with the Doctor. When he realized you heard everything, he tries to set things right.

Warnings: Angst, mentioned kidnapping, misunderstanding, pinning, comfort, the Doctor sucking at feelings

Words: 3.8K

A/N: I'm finally getting through the requests sitting in my inbox. This one was one of my favorites I've done in a while :) @shuichiakainx i hope you enjoy!!

You messed up. Badly.

The Doctor had explicitly stated for you to stay by his side. No wandering about, no talking to strangers, don't do anything foolish. The city you were visiting had a different culture, one steeped in brutal violence. Any slight can be perceived as an invitation for war. 

You should've minded your own business. Maybe you wouldn't have gotten kidnapped. Even though your friends freed you hours ago, you can still feel the imprint of metal cuffs around your wrists. Your hands busy themselves with rubbing the area, bandages wrapped around your pulse where the metal snagged your skin.

You tried to defend an elderly man from getting hurt by a group of teenagers. You foolishly tried to shield the man from the onslaught of abuse, hoping to simply talk to the teenagers so that things wouldn’t escalate. Oh how wrong you were. 

You knew you messed up. You had already regretted your choices the moment rough hands gripped your arms and hauled you into a foreign ship. 

The Ashmadas were almost a whole head taller than you. Thick yellow hides that became scaly along their joints, blunt canines that were meant for crushing bones and skin, and the fluorescent eyes that glowed even in pitch black darkness. A species that evolved from war and brutality. Even the most intimidating human would look like field mice in comparison. 

What you hadn't anticipated was the cold demeanor of your Doctor. You imagined him being cross, yes, but never downright angry. The moment he and the Ponds made it to the threshold where you were held, you noticed how calloused he had been. Snarling words, tension rippling beneath the skin. Furious didn't begin to explain his behavior. He threatened to set off a bomb that will incinerate everyone in the ship and release a plague to their already dwindling community. When you finally got out of your shackles, the Doctor barely even acknowledged you, hellbent on making the Ashmadas a new endangered species. It was only when you grabbed his face, forced him to see the tears as you begged him to leave, did he finally back off. 

As the four of you retreated to the console room of the TARDIS, the Doctor makes a flimsy excuse about needing to check the ship’s engine. The day’s events have been heavy for all of you, so you knew it was more about him needing space. When you tried to talk to him, he brushed off your touch and gave you a cold reply. 

You walked back to your room not long after. Rory patched you up as best he could, using a concoction of human and alien medicine. He didn't speak much and you were grateful for the silence. The only words he slipped out were sincere apologies for not getting there sooner. There was something else he wanted to say, moments where he opened his mouth but nothing came out. You were, frankly, too tired to press further. 

Once Rory left, you tried your hardest to get some sort of sleep. Your body was spent, bruised, and tattered. No matter how many times you turned or how much your body ached, your mind couldn’t stop racing. You’ve probably spent a good hour or so trying to get comfortable, but to no avail. 

You were still on edge, thinking about the cramped cell you were placed in. How alone you felt. You’ve been in precarious situations before, but this was different. Three whole days of captivity in total isolation. No light peeking through so you had nothing to distract you. Just your own memories passing through your mind. It made you realize just how much your friends mean to you. How much their presence comforted you, how relieved you were when Amy’s voice cut through your dark Hell. You remember sinking into the Doctor’s embrace, crying into his jacket and muttering how sorry you were. 

There was so much you wanted to tell him. Those three days spent curled into a ball were filled with memories of him. His laugh echoing in your ear while carrying you throughout the universe. Petty arguments filled with teasing and embarrassed faces. The way he finds himself beside you, always lingering like a string was attached between the two of you.

The most treasured memory of all was one where it was just the two of you. Talking about nothing and everything. Favorite color, worst kitchen appliance, obscure historical figures. You talked for hours, laying your whole life for him to dissect. When it was his turn to speak, you took the opportunity to study him. Cataloging the slope of his nose, the lines around his mouth, and his mannerisms. The way he points going in tandem with the pitch of his voice, how his whole body moves when he talks. 

You wanted to scream in his face the moment you saw him. Tell him the three words you repeat in your head when he’s around. Instead, all that came out was unintelligible sobs into scratchy fabric. 

Tell him, tell him everything. 

The bed creaked when you moved to sit up. Your heart ached at seeing the Doctor’s fury and how silent he was when you came back. You caused him worry, not just to him, but to the Ponds as well. The last thing you want is to end the day on a sour note. He’s your friend after all, even if you wanted something more. 

It didn’t take long to reach the console room. You took your time with each step, wanting to get your thoughts in order. You pick up voices coming ahead of you, muffled words that you cannot make heads or tails of. As you approach the end of the hallway, you hear the muffled words turn into the familiar voice of Amy in a rather accusatory tone. You peek around the corner, observing the view of your two friends from above. 

Amy stands a few feet away from the Doctor, who is hunched over the console. Amy’s face is a mix of concern and disappointment, as if she’s scolding a child. You notice the dirt smeared shirt she still wears, meaning she hasn’t gotten back to her room just yet. Was she here the whole time?

Crossing her arms, Amy shook her head at the tired man in front of her. “You’re never going to admit it are you?”

“What are you talking about? There’s nothing to admit.” The Doctor’s answer is just as cold and detached as it was hours before. “If you’re just going to go back and forth with me all day then I suggest you go spend your time with your husband. I told you before I’m not in the mood for your scolding.”

Amy’s laugh is devoid of any humor. She takes a step towards the Doctor. You see the pent up anger in her; a fuse ready to blow. “You think you’re so good at hiding it. You think we’re too stupid to notice—that I’m too stupid to not bring it up?”

“What exactly are you talking about?” 

You shouldn’t eavesdrop like this. If the Doctor found out that you were listening in on a private conversation, he would no doubt be more angry than before. 

Amy ignored the question, wanting to force the Doctor into a corner to say what she wanted to hear. “I’m honestly impressed how long you’ve lasted. Were you going to bury your emotions and hope they would simply disappear? You think pushing her away is going to make it hurt any less? I see the way you look at her.”

The Doctor snaps back, angry and seething. “Spit it out already Amelia!”

“(Y/N)!” came her equally furious reply, one that echoed sharply in the large room. 

Your heart skidded to a stop in your chest. Why was she goading him like this? You didn’t recall telling Amy about your feelings for the Doctor. Was it that obvious? If she noticed, does that mean…?

The Doctor was quick to invade Amy’s space. He towered above her, his teeth bared with provoked anger. “And what exactly do you want me to admit? That she's careless and doesn’t listen to a word I say? How do I have to clean up her mess after she did the one thing I told her not to?”

Hearing the pained emotion in his voice made every word sting harder. He was not wrong to say it, but it hurt nonetheless. You wished that he would’ve said it to your face rather than having to overhear it in the shadows.

He didn’t stop there. It seemed Amy had opened a dam of pent up thoughts and emotions. Words kept spilling from his lips, each one hurting more than the last. “You know what I see when I look at her? A fragile human being. Someone who is only going to occupy a fraction of my existence.”

“You love her,” Amy spits back, wholly convicted. Tears prick her eyes as she barrels on. “Admit you stupid old man. You. Love. Her.”

Her words seemed to shock the Doctor out of his wrath. He immediately steps back, as if her presence burns. 

The two of them look at one another, chests heaving. Amy doesn’t back down, keeping her chin held high, meeting his burning gaze. The Doctor’s face is unreadable, partially due to the fact that you don’t have a good vantage point. The anger doesn’t leave him, but you could tell that he’s considering her words. 

You hold your breath, not wanting to miss his response. 

It comes out soft, barely within normal talking level, but in the dead silence of the console room you hear it as clear as day: “How can I love her? I won’t—I can’t let that happen.”

You felt your heart drop out of your chest. All of the hurt spirling inside your chest, clawing a cavernous hole to fill with despair. 

He doesn’t love you. 

You were paralyzed, replaying that awful sentence over and over again. You bring a hand to cover your mouth, feeling the droplets of tears already flowing. 

He doesn’t love you and he’s making sure it doesn’t happen. 

Are you that awful to be around? That the mere thought of being romantic with you makes him angry? 

Your hand presses at the space where your heart lies. Your shirt twists, your body curling deeper into the shadows of the room. You’ve experienced heartbreak before, back on Earth throughout the years. Never like this. It was more than a simple rejection, but a swift blow to your entire worldview. 

You thought, foolishly, that maybe there was something between you two. He wouldn’t have let you stay as long as you had if he didn’t like you. All those late night conversations…the small brushes of skin when no one is looking…all of the glances you caught more than once…

They were nothing. 

Stumbling back into the hallway, you ran as fast as you could to your room. The TARDIS bestowed mercy on you, materializing your room just a few feet away. You didn’t think twice to fly open the door and slam it shut behind you. You knew the sound would travel to the console room and alert Amy and the Doctor, but you didn’t care. 

The force of your cries shook your body, your sobs filling your room despite your hands trying to muffle them. Over and over you replay the entire conversation. You wished the TARDIS would swallow you whole and spit you far, far away from the Time Lord. 

You hear the sound of thundering steps approach your room before the sound of frantic knocking against your door. 

Before the person could utter a single word, you let out a strangled demand: “Go away!”

“(Y/N), I can—” the Doctor cut himself short. He let out a frustrated huff before starting again. “Please, it’s not what you think.”

Those words snapped you out of your whirlwind of sadness. Anger bubbled in its place. 

“Not what I think?!” You didn’t think twice before forcefully opening the door. The Doctor jumps from his spot in front of your room, a show of surprise on his face. “I heard everything.”

The Doctor places his hand up in surrender. The cold, neutral face he had on before is completely wiped away, leaving a startlingly emotional one instead. “Please, if you give me a moment—”

“What more could you say to me?” It comes out shaky, with tears still dripping down your face in rivers. You no doubt look like a complete wreck, but you’re too upset to care. You’re tired of bottling your emotions up. You want him to know how much this meant to you, how much his words physically hurt you. “I know you’re already upset at me that I didn’t listen to you, I know that. You don’t get to stand there and act like this is a whole misunderstanding. I mean come on—fragile human?”

“I know and I’m—”

“I was so relieved to see you again. Three days, Doctor. Three whole days, spent in that cell waiting for you. I felt so guilty for not listening and I hoped that we could reconcile, but no. I was fine with giving you space, but then I had to overhear you talk about me like I’m some burden.” You force yourself to take a deep breath, choosing your next words carefully. “Is that how you really feel about me?”

The Doctor doesn’t respond, which makes you even more angry. 

“Did you know?” you spit out. It took everything in you to not shut the door in his face and never come outside again. But you needed to know. “Did you know?”

The silence that came thereafter was deafening. The Doctor let his hands drop to his sides. You didn’t dare blink, watching his every move, waiting for a response. His head dips to the side, his lower lip caught in his teeth as he stares at a spot on the floor. You knew he knew what you were referring to. 

When he lifts his head, you were surprised to see such bare remorse. Still, it does nothing to quell you; if anything you’re happy he’s feeling the guilt. 

“Yes…I knew for a while,” he mumbled, forcing the words to come out. “Rory’s mum told me, said that you liked me. I told her that of course you liked me, I’m the Doctor. But she gave me a serious look and told me you fancied me.” His lips twisted up at the memory, but seeing your withering glare he quickly dropped it. 

You gripped the doorframe, recalling the visit clearly. The Ponds had called you, wanting to go on another adventure after nearly three months of normalcy on Earth. In their absence, it was just you and the Doctor against the universe. Three months of staring longingly at the madman in a box, wanting to spill your guts but feeling too scared to. When the Ponds came back, you remembered Rory’s mum taking the Doctor to the side, whispering in his ear. You had asked what she said, but the Doctor gave a flustered reply. His ears were pink, and his words were hastily spat out. 

“That was over a year ago. You knew all that time?” You wanted to scream every curse you knew, both English and alien. It took everything in you to not tear him a new one right then and there. “And I had to hear you say it to Amy of all people? Someone who also fancied you, and if I recalled kissed you?”

It was unfair to throw that back in his face knowing that they moved on from that incident. Amy had since made it explicitly clear that she loved him platonically and was wholly committed to Rory. 

The Doctor took a tentative step towards you, unsure if you were going to disappear back into your room. He took another, and another. You couldn’t look him in the eyes, opting to stare at his scuffed shoes. 

You could feel him get closer. It unnerved how much you still wanted to be near him, despite everything. 

The Doctor’s hands found the curve of your cheek, gently tilting your face up to meet his gaze. Warm palms cupped the sides of your face and his thumbs wiping away the tears that still fell. The sheer intensity of his gaze pinned you in place, burning into you. You watch as his green irises start getting glassy; the planes of his cheeks become a flushed pink. He stood there for a few moments, simply holding your face, looking at you as if it’s the last time he ever will. 

You let yourself bask in his touch. He took another step towards you, still holding your face. You closed your eyes as you felt the cool touch of his forehead against yours. 

“Doctor—”

“You have every right to be upset.” He gave a chuckle, but you heard the pain in his voice. “You have no idea how much I wanted to tell you. I looked forward to the nights where you pester me with odd questions. Every morning I pray that you stay another day with me, hoping that you don’t wish to go back to Earth.”

The confession scares him, you feel it in the way he tries to keep his voice even. When he pulls his forehead from yours, he still hovers over your face, staring with the heat of all the feelings he tried so desperately to hide. 

His eyes move over every inch of your face before settling back to your swollen eyes. You watch his eyes soften, as if he’s seeing the most beautiful star nestled in the depths of your pupils. So focused on the heat of his hands and the movement of his eyes, that you almost miss the twin stream of tears running down his own face. 

The Doctor took one shuddering breath, letting his thoughts flow out. “I couldn’t let myself acknowledge my feelings—I couldn’t. Everyone I ever loved…everyone I got close to is gone because of me. I couldn’t let that happen, especially not to you. But then you had to get yourself kidnapped.” His voice trailed off, cracking at the memory. 

You dared not to move, fearful that he would snap out of the spell he found himself in. You can’t recall a time where he was this open to you, about his feelings no less. All the pent up emotion you felt before settled to a dull throb in your heart. 

“I would’ve brought the entire fleet down on its knees, have them beg for mercy.” You felt the rage in his voice, knowing full well that he meant every word. “When I couldn’t find you, I was terrified. You were gone before…”

His hands trembled, his breath became more ragged. You’ve never seen true terror on his face. 

You whisper, just barely audible to his ears. “Before what Doctor?”

He shakes his head, almost wishing he didn’t open his mouth. When you silently pressed him to answer, he couldn't help but cave. 

“I lied back there, with Amy,” the Doctor rushed, trying to get all his disorganized thoughts out. “I lied—I didn’t mean what I said. I didn’t mean it.”

“What? Didn’t mean wha—”

“It already happened,” he cried, his body caving towards you. “I told myself I couldn’t let myself love you. I…I lied.”

You felt your heart stop for the second time today. Your mouth slightly agape, unsure of how to respond. The Doctor takes a half step, effectively caging your body against his. You own shaking hands rested atop of his, hoping to calm him. 

“Every moment I spent with you, I spent yearning,” he says with such emphasis that leaves no room for doubt. You cry harder at the admission. “I took my frustration on you, made you think that I could never love you. I do—Stars, I do. You have no idea how much I do.”

You couldn’t hold back the loud sob that overtakes your whole body. A cry that leaves the Doctor’s two hearts aching knowing that he caused your pain. He continues to rub his thumbs over your cheeks, not to wipe away the tears, but to soothe you. 

“Say it,” you plead, words scraping against your throat. “Say it and I’m yours. I’ll be yours forever.”

Your words trigger something in him, that same fear that made him distant towards you. He doesn’t move from his spot, paralyzed by the decision. 

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” came his equally desperate reply. “I can’t lose you too.”

“We’ll find a way. You always do.”

The Doctor sags against you, resting his forehead against yours once more. Cries of his own shake him, his tears joining yours on the TARDIS floor. You take it upon yourself to mirror his actions; your hands gently holding his face. His once bright, crystal green eyes were now blurred with tears, encased by swollen, flushed eyelids. 

“I love you.”

A barely audible whisper, one meant for you. Said with such raw intensity that it echoes in your ear, seared in your mind forever. 

The Doctor clears his throat, furrowing his brows in concentration. “I love you. Stars above, I love you.” He speaks louder, not wanting you to miss a word. “I’ve loved you for years and I was too much of a coward to tell you. I’ll make it up to you, show you how much I’ve wanted you, if you let me.”

A smile stretched across your face. Pure euphoria filled your body, buzzing with a high that made you lightheaded. You feeled the charged energy between you two. The Doctor stills, anxiously awaiting for your response. 

“I’m yours,” you say in the shared space between you. A declaration, waiting for the final seal. “I love you, Doctor.”

The Doctor slants against you, finally removing the last inch of space between you. His kiss falls over you like the whispered confession he had given you. His lips mold against yours, slow and lingering. One kiss, then another. You grasp onto him, your hand threading into his hair, another along his jacket. His hands no longer tremble. You feel his palms leave your face and travel down to the curve of your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to his body. 

When you pull away to breath, he wastes no time burying his face against your neck, peppering the heated skin with kiss after kiss. He finds the spot where your pulse meets your jaw, sucking on the skin harshly, making you shudder. The Doctor overwhelms your senses; his touch, his scent, the taste of his mouth—

The Doctor gives one final kiss against your lips, before releasing you. He watches you catch your breath, seeing your relieved smile stretching across your face. He feels his face mirroring that same delirious smile. 

I’m yours, his two hearts sing. I’m yours forever.

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The Bats & the Bees - A Jinx & Silco Piece

Silco gives twelve-year-old Jinx The Talk

tw: disturbing Undercity environments

tw: messed-up parent-child dynamics

tw: implications of sexual assault and kidnapping

tw: gore

tw: black humor

"If it's a choice between a hard man and a rock, always pick the rock."

"Sometimes, child, life is hard - and so are men. The two often go hand in hand. So, let me impart to you one of my favorite philosophies: if it's a choice between a hard man and a rock, always pick the rock."

"What?"

"There's a combination code, Jinx. One for dealing with a hard man. If you can't find a rock, these are the next best things: your fists, your knees, and your teeth. If you have all three, then you can handle most of life's problems."

"You mean like a fight? You've already taught me how to fight. I thought this was about fu-"

"Do not use that word. It's crass and undignified."

"But that's what this talk's about, right? The bats and the bees? S-e-x? Why're we talking about rocks?"

"We're not talking about sex. We're talking about power."

"Isn't it the same thing?"

"Not exactly. Let's consider a scenario. A man comes to the Last Drop for a bit of fun. Maybe he's just there to relax, have a drink, and watch the girls dance. That's no issue. As a paying customer, he is entitled. But what if he's looking for more?"

"What if he wants to fuck?"

"Language. What if he's looking for trouble?"

"Well, I guess he should go next door to Babette's."

"Perhaps. But some men don't care what the venue is. They want what they want. And that's where three rules come in."

"O-kaaaay?"

"First, always know where the exits are, and which ones are closest."

"And second?"

"Never sit with your back to the door."

"I always sit like that when I'm watching the dancers."

"I've noticed."

"Is that bad?"

"It's unwise. Most of the time, you should be in a position to see someone entering before they even spot you."

"What about the third?"

"Third, never give anyone the chance to put a hand on you. It's a slippery slope. The first time, they'll put an arm around your shoulders. The second time, they'll rub a thigh. By the third time, they'll be venturing to bolder places. By then, you're halfway down the road to regret."

"That seems like a lot of work, Silco. Can't I just tell 'em I'm not interested?"

"Men like that rarely listen. You have to show them."

"Show 'em how?"

"There are a few ways. First, and most obvious, tell them to get lost. You can use as much or as little language as you need. But be loud. Make sure your voice carries. Make a scene, if need be. Men are natural opportunists, but most are cowards. They will walk away. A handful won't. And that's when the combination code comes in handy."

"Fists, knees, and teeth."

"Exactly. You can do a lot of damage with a well-placed blow. But if you're smart, you can escape the situation before it escalates to that point. Just remember: once a fight has started, it is never over until your opponent is on the ground. Don't stop hitting until he stays down. Understand?"

"Yes, Silco."

"Good. Now one last rule."

"Ughhhhh. What?"

"Suppose there's a man sitting at the bar, nursing his drink and watching the girls dance. He's smiling and friendly, and doesn't seem like trouble. He offers to buy you a drink, but you tell him you're only twelve. He says there's no harm in one glass. He's polite about it. He just wants to talk, he says. Especially with younger girls. They're so bright and full of life. You nod and smile. He buys you a drink. You chitchat. And that's the end of it. Right?"

"Guess so."

"Wrong. If someone uses that line on you, smash the bottle over his head."

"Um…"

"Men who chat up younger girls don't stay on the surface. With every word, they're sinking their hooks and reeling you in. The longer you stay in their company, the farther down the depths you'll be."

"Pffft. They can't make me do anything."

"On the contrary. They'll start with smiles and compliments. You're pretty, or clever, or interesting. Then they'll make up stories about themselves. How rich they are. How clever. How important. Soon, they'll be asking questions. Where do you live? When's your father getting home? They'll keep talking until you're drowning in their words. Then, they'll ask if you'd like to go someplace special. That's the moment to run. Because the 'someplace special' is usually where they've taken dozens of other girls. None of whom ever came back."

"What - like a serial killer?!"

"Not quite that extreme. More like a trafficker. Maybe a pimp. Either way, it's not a nice place. Never let them lure you there."

"But what if I can't run? If I'm already trapped and I can't get away?"

"That's the trickiest situation. There is a last resort. Not fists, knees, and teeth. It's riskier. You must do it correctly or it won't work."

"Tell me, please!"

"It's a kiss."

"Huh?"

"The last resort is a kiss."

"I thought I wasn't having sex with these guys."

"You're not. This is a fake kiss. A trap."

"Like, I pretend to kiss them? Then I punch them?"

"No. The trick is that you kiss them. Really kiss them. Except it's not a kiss."

"I'm confused, Silco."

"Imagine the man you're with. He's been telling you about all the wonderful things he can give you. He's smiling and laughing, and his hand has found your shoulder. Maybe even your neck. He's leaning close. You're frightened and confused. The best time to strike is when he thinks he's won."

"When his guard is down."

"Exactly. Now, let's say he has his lips just inches from yours. His breath is on your skin. You're uncomfortable, but prepared to strike back. So you kiss him. Only it's not a kiss. You're opening your mouth. Not to take his tongue - but take it off."

"Wait, what?"

"Once you have the man's tongue between your teeth, bite down. Lock your jaw. Whip your head up, then snap it down. You're not kissing. You're yanking. Eight out of ten times, you'll rip his tongue out of his mouth."

"Ewwwwww!"

"It's messy. But effective. It will hurt him terribly. But the real magic is what happens next."

"What? Does his head explode?"

"No, child. That only happens in comic books. In reality, when you've ripped a man's tongue out, the blood bubbles up instantly. Depending on how big a chunk is gone, he begins choking. As he spits blood and tries to breathe, you have the perfect opportunity to break his nose and blind him with a thumb jab to the eye. Then you run."

"To you?"

"Yes, child. If you need help, find me. I will always be there. I promise. But first, run. As fast as you can. Find some place crowded and stay there until the crew arrive. I'll find you and we'll finish the job together."

"So this is the plan?"

"It's one of them. It's not pretty, and it's not safe. But it is the best option I can give you."

"Um…thanks, I guess?"

"One more thing, Jinx. Remember this, always. You are under no obligation to give yourself to anyone. Not ever. Do not trade your body for love or approval. It is not worth the price."

"Silco..."

"Yes?"

"What's this have to do with sex?"

"You'll understand when you're older."

"I hate it when you say that."

"I'm sorry, child. That's just the way things are. Come here. I have a present for you."

"Woo-hoo!"

"You're going to like this."

"Is it a monkey? It's a monkey, isn't it?!"

"It's better. Here, look. This is military-grade mace. It was used by riot police on the Day of Ash. It's got a little spray can that shoots a mist of chemicals. It will cause temporary blindness."

"Oooh! Cool! Where do I aim it?"

"Eyes and mouth."

"Can I paint a picture of a skull on it?"

"Go ahead. I hope you never need to use it."

"Oh, I won't. I'd shoot 'em first."

"There's my girl. Happy birthday, Jinx."

♥☠︎︎♥

#silco #arcane silco #arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane jinx #jinx #silco and jinx #forward but never forget/xoxo #forward (never forget)/xoxo

[5eraphim]

HGHHBK I love your work! Everything is so well written and just amazing.

Can I request yandere Scout eating out captive reader as a form of punishment because they tried to escape the night before?

This wound up being a bit longer than i thought it would, but i feel like that happens every time ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ , I liked your premise a lot anon, I hope this works for ya! I wanted to write this to make up for how much I've bullied him, like in (this post lol) and actually this one too, yes this is a dark!scout story, but canon scout is a sweet boy who is kinda pig-headed, but genuinely means well and i like to think of him as a frat boy wrapped around a boyscout's heart, and if he's your fave, i support you <3.

Character: The Scout 🐇 (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: X (MINORS DNI, YOU KNOW THIS ISN'T FOR YOU)

Content Warnings: afab reader, dubcon, forced intimacy, oral (female receiving, scout is kinda weird about feet for a moment i guess?, biting, kidnapping, yandere, toxic relationship

Word Count: 3.4k

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TIP JAR

(Song Inspo- Time is Running out, Muse)

"Wrath is the desire to repay what you have suffered." — Kaveh Akbar, from “Pilgrim Bell.”

Cornered, the walls were closing in, and you were stuck with nowhere left to go. Yet another escape attempt ending in failure, as you were practically dragged back to Scout's bedroom, the door slammed shut behind the two of you as you were pushed onto the shared bed, knowing well enough to stay put when he walked back to lock the door. You heard him speak in an uncharacteristically low voice. "Ya oughta know you'd need to be quicker than that to ditch me."

He was pissed, "No one is faster than me- Why did you even try!?" He glared at you, his bright blue eyes narrowed, teeth bared in aggression, his neck tense and left knuckles white where he gripped his bat. It wasn't uncommon for you to try and escape, but every time you tried, you swore you were caught and brought back faster than the last time. Not for lack of trying, but you were too weary to honestly try and fight back anymore; you learned quickly Scout was not afraid to do whatever it took to keep you in line, as well as often being blinded by his own rage and hurt you more than he intended in moments of high intensity. The situation was hopeless, but your resilience wasn't gone yet.

"Shut up already! I wasn't even trying to escape! God forbid I get a little fresh air-"

"You are so full of shit." He spat on the floor, leaning his bat against the bed as a warning as he stood over the side of the bed, arms crossed, looking down at you. "I know you were tryna run. Tell me why."

You shot back, "Take a wild guess-"

"No, go on; tell me why you wanna leave so bad since you think you know so much!" You made the dire mistake of underestimating his anger before, and you knew him well enough to know he wasn't in the mood to show you mercy. Scout's face was flushed red with rage and exhaustion. Being so naturally pale, he could never do much to hide his own anger. You wanted to fight back, to take out your frustrations on him, but while his metal bat was still within arm's length, you knew better. So you decided the wisest course of action now was to try and de-escalate things, to try and calm him down, you couldn't pull off your escape, but you prayed there was still some way you could make it through the night unharmed.

"Scout, please. I wasn't running away; you know I wouldn't do that to you." You sat up a little in bed, slowly inching away from his body, looming over the bed's side to sit with your back against the pillows, knees bent towards your chest, unbothered by the dirt you likely tracked onto the bed with your shoes, it's not like Scout would care either. But he didn't look convinced, and you sighed, "Scout, can't we just talk this over? I know you're confused and all, but just hear me out."

He didn't answer, gritting his teeth, crawling into bed over you suspiciously quiet. Thankfully, he was not yelling, but his fury was still clear as day on his face. At first, you tried to scoot over to the side and give him space to sit next to you, but he was quicker, keeping you pinned as he crawled over you. "Ya know, I'm getting real sick of you and your pissy little attitude. So I think, if you know what's good for ya- You're gonna lay down right here and stay nice and quiet for me."

You opened your mouth to say something, but the way he stared you down, almost challenging you to even try and keep resisting, killed the words before they could leave your mouth. For a second, the two of you appeared locked in place like that, making you feel like a deer caught in the headlights. While you knew it was dangerous to try and run away while he was on a mission, it wasn't until you were here and directly under Scout's mercy that you entirely realized how dangerous the situation was. While you and the rest of the team loved to tease Scout about his babyface and un-intimidating disposition when he wanted to be, Scout could be scary as any other. "So what's it gonna be, princess? Are you ready to say you're sorry?"

Meekly you nodded; the sound of your heart hammering in your chest made his threat all the more intimidating, forcing you to submit before things got even worse for you. It was hard to say anything now that your mouth had gone dry, nor could you think of what to say. But you managed a " Yes, Scout, " using all your strength to stay still and hide your fear the best you could. Earlier in the relationship, you remember crying at times like this, how terrified you were to face Scout's inner anger. Now you could hold in your tears, but the fear was as intense as ever.

"That's my good girl." You could practically feel your skin crawling every time he spoke using one of his cruel little pet names, his little way of trying to keep you feeling small and beaten down, to remind you how you were nothing compared to the likes of him. The pillows slightly propped up your upper body, your lower half lying flat against the mattress. Scout began to tug at your cotton t-shirt, you fumbled awkwardly, and he helped him get the garment off before he went to work on your bra, which you reluctantly shed to allow it to join your poor top abandoned on the floor below. You felt sick to your stomach, feeling him undressing you so effortlessly while you were forced to lay back and take it. You felt too embarrassed being bare-chested in front of Scout to look him in the eye, much less in such a compromising position, forcing you to stare pathetically off to the side, face hot with shame.

"Don't gimme that look; ya brought this on yourself. Remember that."

You cringed in dual disgust and apprehension when you felt his thin lips connecting with the bare sensitive flesh below your navel. The contact was surprisingly gentle coming from him, but this did nothing to calm your rising anxieties, he wasn't messing around this time, and you didn't want to imagine how far he would take this. A shiver ran down your spine when you felt his tongue testingly swipe over your lower belly; the tiny wet trail left behind made you groan in the back of your throat as you wriggled in discomfort.

For a moment, he entertained himself by playing with the sensitive skin of your stomach, feeling goosebumps prickle as your clammy palms fisted at the bedsheets, your legs trying to remain still, despite twitching restlessly as he continued to tease. Then, Scout wrapped his arms around your naked torso, inhaling deeply and feeling your softness with his own face as he licked and kissed his lower and lower.

"Now let's getcha outta these."

As usual, he reacted without waiting for your response. Scout unwrapped his arms from under you, using them to help push himself all the way back to sitting on his knees over you, scooching back so he was leaning over your ankles. You didn't protest when you felt him pull off your shoes, a bit comforted by the feeling of the cool air through your socks. He absentmindedly dropped the shoes off the bed. You turned your gaze to the ceiling, nervously gripping the blanket and sheets with your clammy hands, waiting for him to strip you of the rest of your clothing with a likewise disregard. Scout caught you off guard by using two fingers to tickle the bottom of your feet, still covered by socks.

With an ugly choked-laughing sound, you glared back at Scout's all too-happy face. He pinched your little toe between his thumb and index finger, "Ticklish?"

He continued to use his fingers to trace up and down around the underside of your soles, the ticklish sensation still unpleasant but nowhere near as powerful now that you were no longer caught by surprise. In any other context, with any other person, the interaction might've been cute, but not like this. Your feet already felt hot and raw from trying to run away from the maniac, and the way he continued to tease the sensitive area felt beyond gross. You drew your feet away slightly, pressing the bottom of your feet to the mattress to prevent him from trying to touch you again. "You are so fucking weird." Scout merely shrugged, still smiling maliciously as he pulled down your socks. He dropped back down to his elbows to get his face nice and close to your legs, rubbing the side of his face over your legs. His soft cheek brushing against the top of your lower high gave you butterflies, a feeling of equal excitement and disturbance. What bothered you more was remembering that his actions were ones of lust and love as he looked at you with wide blue eyes, his smile much softer now. You wondered if maybe he wasn't trying to embarrass you earlier but genuinely trying to get you to laugh. Scout loved you with his entire heart, despite your best efforts.

For a few moments, he took great efforts to make himself as comfortable as possible, no doubt thinking in his mind his actions were as soothing to you, which, while you were glad he wasn't enraged enough by your betrayal to really hurt you, was still cold comfort. You swallowed hard, feeling him tracing his hands up the sides of your thighs to rub gentle little circles, inching closer and closer to the edge of your cut-off shorts. 

You felt your temperature climbing as he trailed kisses to the spot just above your knee up the length of your leg, again with a kind of romantic gentleness you'd never seen from him before. It disturbed you, and you hated how uncertain this made you feel he was up to something sneaky or seconds away from biting into your leg as hard as he could. Scout sensed you were staring at him as his eyes flicked up to meet yours, his head falling to the side to rest his cheek on your thigh. 

"Babe, ya know I'm crazy for you, don't ya? I'd do anything for you, so why'd ya try and run away like that?"

His puppy eyes were almost strong enough to make you regret what you'd done, but you knew the cruel man behind that baby's face too well to be fooled. He wanted to get a reaction out of you, but you forced yourself to remain as rigid as possible. Finally, he gave you a sweet, crooked smile as he continued, "I could spend all night like this. I just wanna hold ya, but since ya wanna get me heated so bad, I oughtta return the favor."

It was like he was trying to get you to fold, to offer to hold him like this for the night and save yourself from the humiliation of whatever perversions he had on his mind, but you had a feeling agreeing to cuddle would only lead to the same outcome. Damned if you do, damned if you don't. When you didn't respond, he turned his attention to your shorts, unbuttoning them and pulling them past your ankles as you shifted awkwardly to help him. Now you were almost entirely bare before him, with just one last scrap of fabric left to protect your modesty. Not like that mattered to him; without waiting another moment, he dove his head straight between your legs.

"H-hey! Easy now-"

"Relax, relax, I'm not gonna hurt ya, baby, just givin' ya another reason to stick around." He didn't even bother fully dressing you down, merely pushing the fabric to the side with his skinny fingers as he finally tasted you. His tongue ran over the sensitive area, not deep enough to enter you, but enough to make your eyes flutter shut, your head rolled back a bit, and a moan, halfway between despair and arousal, filled the room as he continued to drink in all you had to offer. Even muted between your thighs, you could hear him moaning too and didn't doubt he was either dry-humping the mattress or using his free hand to palm himself while still between your legs. He liked to start out slow like this, to try and savor the "first taste," but you knew he wouldn't last too long like this. Especially not after he was already pissed.

His fingers moved from between your legs to using both hands to grip the waistband of your underwear, harshly pulling suddenly, quickly snapping the elastic, and doing the same to the other side just as quickly, Scout managed to easily remove the rest of the fabric, giving him full access to your body. He was done with trying to go slow and gentle, using both hands on the inside of your thighs to push them further apart, causing your pussy to spread wide open for him. You squirmed a little in sudden discomfort; feeling his hot breath fanning directly over your exposed sex felt pleasurable but not enough to make you forget your guilt. "Scout, cmon- can't we just-"

"Nope." He wasn't about to turn back now, not after he finally had you exactly where he wanted you. Especially not seeing you already beginning to "soften up" under his touch. You hated how turned on you felt watching him act so rough and demanding over your body. He was an annoying, self-absorbed brute, and you hated the way your body continued to heat up as he kept you pinned down and wide open. 

He took another long lick, his tongue flicking over your clit, the feeling causing you to tense up instantly. You tried hard not to give into him here, to keep your hips from bucking against his mouth, but Scout knew you better than you wanted to admit. He used his fingers to massage your thighs before retreating his right hand to join his mouth at the entrance to your core. The feeling of his eyes against yours was enough to keep your eyes scrunched shut, not daring to actually look down and risk catching the sight of him watching your face intensely as Scout lapped against your pussy. He suckled away greedily, wanting to feel as much as he could of you with his mouth, using his nose to bump against your clit as he used his tongue to press a little deeper inside you. 

Scout pulled one of your thighs over his shoulder, forcing you to bend your knee and bring him closer to your wet opening. The longer this went on, the harder it was to keep still, and once you gave up on that, it wasn't long before you gave up on keeping quiet as well. And you gasped out loud when you felt his fingers prodding at your entrance. Scout moved so his mouth could kiss and suck away directly on your clit while his fingers began to work against your pussy. Thankfully you were more than wet enough to help his fingers get a feel for the sensitive tissue, which began to stretch to accommodate as he pressed them deeper inside you. The pleasure was building fast, and you felt your head lull back, breathing ragged, your body throbbing and wet around his mouth and fingers. Like always, he moved quickly and adeptly with his fingers, curling them and helping you open up more as they became coated in your slick. By now, you were becoming blinded by pleasure, your thighs squeezing against Scout's head, wanting him to make you come; the moment you felt his fingers curl upward inside you, all initial self-restraint was forgotten. 

You could practically feel your end coming closer and closer as you rolled your hips against his face. You were aware of Scout's moans and sounds of pleasure reverberating between your legs, but the two of you were practically seeing as one here, knowing you were just seconds away from climax. Sweat clung to your back, soaking the sheets under you, your body felt too hot, and you were practically begging Scout to "go harder, please- as hard as you can!" The spots where he held you down in his tight grip were beginning to ache and feel sore, but you were too close to care; your back arched off the bed while you finally felt your orgasm beginning to dawn. Scout could practically feel it too, your body so erotic, moving against his touch like an angel, this one moment of intimacy feeling hotter than anything the two of you had shared before now. Scout could feel how swollen your clit had become since he started, and he focused on using his tongue to wrap and twist against the sensitive bundle of nerves until he felt your thighs tense up, gripping him even tighter as you came. Scout didn't stop sucking away at your sex as you ground mindlessly against his face, riding out the climax.

The fatigue following orgasm hit you all at once; all the tension you felt in your joints and muscles gradually began to melt away as your heartbeat slowed. Thought the head fog of pleasure lingered as you felt your ragged breathing begin to regulate itself again. Even as Scout continued to lap up as much of your fluids between your legs as he could manage, inciting the occasional throb of after-pleasure. While your relationship with Scout was far from what you ever wanted, a part of you was thankful he was here to hold you during your comedown. To have a warm body wrapped around you to satisfy that primal part of your brain that longed for companionship, no matter who it came from, to be there for you after the pleasure ended. You kept your eyes shut, knowing if you were to open them, you'd be brought back to reality all too quickly. It would end the light, almost floaty feeling in your chest as you felt Scout gradually draw his head out from between your legs. He placed one last kiss over your right hipbone before laying his head down to rest his head on your lower belly, both arms wrapping around your torso to pull himself closer to you, unintentionally smearing the mess on his lips against your naked skin.

"You're my baby; you'll always be my baby. No matter how far you make me chase you- I'll never give up." Usually, after he made you come, he was so loud, so proud of himself, but he sounded completely different now. Scout sounded almost shy, so hushed but at the same time sincere. One of the few times he ever seemed to actually try and choose his words carefully before speaking. Almost like he was begging you.

"Scout-" But you were cut off.

"I know you still want to try and escape, but I'll never let you get away with it. I don't want to hurt ya; just- I mean, I'll do anything to protect ya from other guys, but if it means I gotta keep ya all locked up or knock some sense into ya when you're acting crazy. I'll do anything."

Despite yourself, you forced your eyes open slowly, trying to focus your fuzzy vision on the boy lying over you; it was a pitiful sight. Scout was violent, dangerous, and you hated him, but you couldn't help but feel pity for him. You didn't want to be here or be a part of this, but you couldn't help but wonder if Scout felt just as much a victim of his obsession as you were.

Scout didn't look up at you with puppy eyes or ask anything of you. Likely, he wouldn't want your pity, and you didn't want to divulge that sentiment anyhow, but still, with a moment of hesitation, your hands lightly rested on the top of his head. Using your fingers to stroke gently over his hair while you stared blankly up at the ceiling, praying sleep would find the two of you quickly.

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[broke-art]

Red Son x hostage reader

"Not eating will only make you weaker, peasant girl." Red Son challenged folding his arms.

You turned away stubbornly. For all you knew he had poisoned the food. And it didn't matter anyway. You'd missed meals before.

"You've got to be kidding me. This is the third meal you've refused. You're going to kill yourself."

You shot him a cold glare over your shoulder then turned away once again.

"Atleast answer me, dang it!"

You refused to even turn this time. Red Son had kidnapped you, to lure your cousin Mei and your mutual friend M.k into a trap.

Yet, Something was odd about it. From what you could tell, he hadn't sent a ransom to your father or, far more likely, your uncle. And he was being rather generous. Fretting over your refusal to eat being only one of the many oddities at play.

Still, you held your tongue. Hoping perhaps your silence would urge him to give you some type of understanding as to why he had taken you.

Mei had been right there! Her father was far wealthier, M.k and her were closer, and you and Tang had a running bet to see when Red Son would finally tell Mei he had a crush on her. So why take you?

"Fine!" Red son snapped suddenly.

His outburst made you flinch slightly.

"You sit here and be stubborn. I am going to handle that nuisance of a 'hero'."

Red son slammed the door behind him with a growl and marched to his room. Slamming his door with just as much force, he glared at it a moment before he deflated.

This was not the way to get into y/n's good graces. And yet he couldn't find any better ideas. And that wretched Noodle boy was supposed to have come for her by now! And he hadn't. Had he miscalculated?

No. The noodle boy was too 'heroic' to simply leave y/n to any villain's mercy. Although heaven knew 'mercy' she would hardly require from him. A simple smile would crack his resolve.

Red son groaned burying his face in his hands. His mother had been right. He was like his father. Soft for his intended.

But y/n wasn't his intended. Atleast not anymore. Red son's mind wandered back to the day he learned of his betrothal and this whole situation has escalated out of control.

"My what?! M-mother, you can't be serious." Red son stammered following Princess Iron Fan to the dining table.

"I'm perfectly serious, Red son." Princess Iron fan responded cooly taking her designated seat. "You know very well my options were, at best, limited after your father was taken from us." She explained massaging her brow. "A betrothal seemed....promising to your future. And the family was a close friend of your father and I. When they had a daughter.... Well the timing was almost perfect."

Red son took his seat mutely a concerned frown tugging at his lips.

"And when you two became friends in your early childhood, I thought perhaps it could blossom into...more." Princess Iron fan shot him a knowing look.

Red Son's cheeks burned and he stiffened in his seat.

"Mother....you don't mean-"

Princess Iron Fan nodded.

"I mean y/n l/n. She seemed a good match for you. Don't think I didn't notice how often you attempted to impress her." Princess Iron Fan's lips curled up into a smirk on one side.

Red son flinched slightly in his seat.

"That was a long time ago, mother!"

Her smirk fell with the reminder and Red Son felt a pinch of guilt as she nodded.

"Well yes...it was. And now that you are old enough, and you have brought your father back to us-" A small gleam of pride shone in her eyes, causing Red Son to sit a little straighter. "I see no reason to hold you to the agreement."

Relief flooded Red Son's chest. And he sighed.

"However,"

His relief was cut short with that one simple word.

"We demons have contracts, Red Son. Betrothals between us are... Not easily broken. Fortunately, I instated a clause that would allow you to break the betrothal on the condition you inform the intended and her family yourself."

Red son's shoulders eased some. That wouldn't be too difficult. Right? They were friends of his parents after all. Of course they would be understanding. And y/n....well he hadn't seen her in years. Surely, his little crush was long gone.

"Of course, mother." Red son nodded. "I'll see to it first thing in the morning."

Princess Iron Fan nodded.

"Good."

Once his father returned, they ate together and discussed where Red Son could find the l/n family. His mother also informed them that y/n's mother had passed away. And her father was, somewhat less popular with his parents. Particular his father. Still, this hardly worried Red Son. Anyone, who defied his family fell sooner or later. With the exception of the Monkey King and the noodle boy, but that was due to come before long he was sure.

The next day Red Son followed the map his mother had created to guide him and came to a moderately large mansion's gate. With a sigh he went to touch the buzzer when he heard a scream from the courtyard.

His interest, and slight concern, piqued Red Son walked around the walled perimeter and climbed the stone when he came to the scene where he believed the scream resonated from. Once he reached the top he kept low and watched a young girl take a brutal hit to the gut and hit the ground.

"Father please!" She pleaded. "Listen, she didn't mean t-" A vicious kick to her side threw the girl closer to Red Son. This gave him a proper view of a crimson liquid spilling from her gut where one of her arms hugged the wound tightly.

Her h/c (hair color) hair spilled over her face even while her e/c (eye color) eyes stared at her father pleadingly.

The sight ignited something odd inside him. As though someone had ignited a long forgotten fireplace.

"I don't care what she meant!" The father spat. His movements staggered and off kilter.

The sight informed Red Son the man was indeed drunk.

"This is my home. And as long as you live under my roof, you will follow my judgement!"

With that the man threw a bottle Red Son hadn't noticed till that moment at the girl. His nerves jerked but thankfully her father's aim was lacking. As the bottle smashed against a tree a good distance to her left.

The man turned on his heel and stomped back into the house and Red Son felt tempted to follow, but what he heard next made him freeze.

Soft crying twisted his gut as he watched y/n picked herself up and went back into the house.

Red Son sat for a moment his mind going over the possible solutions to this....predicament. Slowly, he slid off the wall and walked back towards the forge a plan formulating in his mind.

He watched her then for a few weeks and learned beatings were common in the l/n household. And y/n hadn't changed much. She was still the kind and hopeful yet spunky and sassy girl he'd known all those years ago.

There was only one major issue. Y/n wholeheartedly believed her father had her best interest at heart. Each time he followed her to her hangouts with the dragon horse girl she would go on and on about how her father was endlessly patient, always apologized, and never held her many faults against her.

The realization came quickly after that, her father was as manipulative as he was abusive. And he had manipulated her into believing he of all people was her hero. And Red Son fully intended to shatter that façade.

A knock on the door woke him from his reverie. Red Son lifted his head as a bull clone entered and informed him that the girl was becoming 'difficult'. With a sigh Red Son got to a stand and followed the bull clone to the holding cell.

He was going to get you away from that tyrant permanently, but he couldn't do that if the plan didn't play out accordingly.

You threw a bull clone by flipping him over your shoulder and dodged another that lunged at you. Then you raced towards the door to what you assumed was the dining room only to run smack into Red Son's chest.

He grabbed you quickly and pinned you against the wall.

"How did she get out of her cell?!" Her demanded looking at the nearest bull clone whilst you writhed against his hold. "Picked the lock?! WITH WHAT?!" The way his voice cracked made you pause then laugh a bit.

The sound made him pause then glare at you.

"You think this is funny, peasant girl?!"

You smirked.

"Well not the situation per se, just your reaction."

His hair exploded into flame and if you weren't mistaken you could have swore you saw his cheeks twinge pink before he shoved you at a bull clone.

"Ugh return her to her cell. Now!" He nearly yelled before stomping away.

Another bull clone grabbed your right arm whilst the one Red Son had shoved you at grabbed your left. You struggled against them watching Red Son's retreating form.

"I will get out again!" You shouted after him. "And my friends will come for me."

"Oh trust me-" Red Son's voice made you pause your struggles. "I'm counting on it."

The bull clones locked you back in your cell and you huffed. What on earth was that supposed to mean?! You guessed it didn't matter, what did matter was you getting out of here and warning your friends and cousin Mei.

Red Son stalked down the hall muttering to himself about stupid peasant girls and tardy fools. That was until his foot pressed against a small metallic chain.

Taking a step back, Red Son inspected a small silver locket on the floor. Immediately memories assaulted him.

"I made it for you." Red son said offering it to the y/n with an annoyed frown.

"H-how?" She stammered in awe taking the locket gently.

Red Son rolled his eyes.

"In my forge of course." He paused as tears welled in her eyes.

"You...really are going away for training aren't you?" She whispered turning her tear-filled gaze on him.

Red son felt his gut twist.

"Well...yes. Mother insisted but-" he sighed. "I couldn't leave without giving you a reminder that should you ever need me, I'm not far."

Y/n hugged him then. Causing him to stumble back from shock.

The memory gave way to the present as he inspected the demon bull family crest in the center surrounded but a mural of flames.

He released a low huff. The locket was an amateur's work. It would be far more suiting to give her a new one, but something told him this version held sentimental value. The only real issue was, as he moved it he realized the front part and back of the locket had snapped on two.

With a small frown he changed direction. Heading towards his forge now.

Meanwhile you meddled with the lock on the cell door using a bobby pin. It was shockingly easy the last time. You didn't really recall where the catch mechanism was this time round. Which made the task somewhat more difficult.

Just as you thought you found it the door to the outer room began to open.

With a gasp you snatched the bobby pin and shoved it back into your pocket.

Just then Red Son entered with his hands folded behind his back.

"Evening y/n."

"Red son." You responded boredly as though you hadn't just been picking the lock.

He stepped into the room and leaned against the bars with an arm.

"It appears you're missing something."

You leaned away feeling butterflies flutter in your chest.

Just then he opened his other hand revealing your locket in his palm.

You gasped and froze.

But he simply slid his hand between the bars with an annoyed look.

"Take better care of your belongings, peasant girl. I will not return it again."

You took it and stared at the silver reflection as Red Son turned. But you hardly noticed him leaving.

This locket had been given to you by your best childhood friend. You hadn't even noticed the resemblance until now. But you mind fled back to that day when he had given it to you.

You didn't remember the boy's name only a fuzzy blur of a red overcoat. Your jaw fell as you caught a glimpse of Red Son's over coat wafting behind him before the door to the outer room slammed shut.

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[jessicas-pi]

okay nobody asked but I'm doing it anyway, more Medieval AU Incorrect Quotes

Rex: Ahsoka told me that brown is just navy orange, and I have never been more disappointed with something I agree with.

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Ezra: What goes up but never comes down? Caleb: The amount of stress you're bringing this family.

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Barriss: Stressed. Korkie: Depressed. Merrin: Possessed. Chopper: Obsessed. Caleb: Well-dressed. Cal: Impressed. Ahsoka: Chicken breast. Everyone: ...What? Ahsoka: I just wanted to join in.

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Ahsoka: We have a problem. Rex: No, YOU have a problem. I have a princess who keeps making them.

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Barriss: You know, not every problem can be solved with a sword. Ahsoka: That's why I carry two swords.

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Omega: I love you both, you're the best thing that's happened to me. Cal: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you? Omega: Yes! Merrin: I am starting to feel sorry for you.

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Sabine: I think I might be in love with someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it. Ursa: Just rip the bandage off. Sabine: It’s Ezra. Ursa: Put the bandage back on.

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Ahsoka: You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'Are we about to kiss?' Ahsoka: Doesn't work when your bodyguard catches you sneaking out your window tho :/

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Ketsu: You seem familiar, have I threatened you before?

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Ahsoka: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on. Skira: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Adenn isn’t.

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Makheta: Rex is playing hard to get. Makheta: Little does he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

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Barriss: This is a mistake Ahsoka, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day! Barriss: But not today Ahsoka, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess

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Cal: Goodnight moon. Cal: Goodnight tree. Cal: Goodnight ghosts only I can see.

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Korkie: Can you please be serious, for five minutes? Ai-kel: My record is four but I think I can do it.

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Caleb: So how was your day, kids? Ezra: We almost got surprise adopted! Caleb: What? Sabine: We almost got kidnapped. Caleb: Oh, okay. Caleb: WAIT WHAT?!

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Ahsoka: My crush isn’t picking up on my hints. Rex: What hints have you given them? Ahsoka: Well, I think about him a lot. Ahsoka: And sometimes I even think about talking to him.

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Merrin: When someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying 'I have not decided yet' is typically a good response.

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Plo Koon: How many children do you have? Shaak Ti: Biologically, emotionally, or legally? Plo Koon: Fair question.

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*At 3AM* Makheta: Why do we have different blood groups? Ahsoka: So mosquitoes can enjoy different flavors.

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Caleb: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night. Zeb: You were flirting with Hera. Caleb: So what? She's my wife. Zeb: You asked her if she was single. Caleb: Zeb: And then you cried when she said she wasn't.

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Omega: I’m going to defeat you with the power of friendship! ... And this knife I found.

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Ezra: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Hera: Wasn't Sabine with you? Sabine: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

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Rex: Nothing in life is free. Makheta: Love is free. Korkie: Knowledge is free. Ahsoka: Friendship is free. Ai-kel: Everything's free if you don't pay for it. Everyone: ... Rex: That's illegal- Ahsoka: No, let him finish!

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Ai-kel: When I first met you, I did not like you. Lux: I'm aware of that. Ai-kel: But then you and I had some time together. Lux: Uh-huh? Ai-kel: It did not get better.

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Ahsoka: Am I in trouble? Rex: Take a guess. Ahsoka: No? Rex: Take another guess.

#You Cannot Stop The Quotes #incorrect quotes #kanera #sabezra #man i should do some drawings of my ocs so you know what they look like #(ai kel and makheta are both togrutas btw) #star wars medieval au

[hei-n1cky]

Theory here

To be honest the least strange thing I noticed was the rat thing(by Roier standards it's normal lol) I think the strangest thing of all was cucuruchu speaking complete sentences(??? Also Doied was there, Doied is supposed to be a of Roier's personalities along with Melissa and the others. Roier had not mentioned having any other family besides his grandfather. Doied was just a "smart or nerdy" personality. And why did they want to hurt him? I mean, yes, he was trying to contact cellbit but what would the federation gain by punishing him like this? Humiliate him? Why? Wasn't the federation actively looking for its islanders to bring them back? The situation escalated to incredible and absurd levels. with errors in behavior and information gaps, so I THINK that qRoier may be experiencing hallucinations with his personalities(? added to the drugs he received when he was kidnapped, was clear to us that the drugs left him in a very bad state, he never stopped feeling sick and dizzy during the recording, his vision also had glitches after he "woke up" without the bandage, Cucuruchu didn't look like himself. Since when is Doied a real person and his brother? everything was very confusing and confusing, is this really real?

Cause it feels like a fucking ferver dream

Or...

Or is Ratatoier now? :D

tape #2 next

#qsmp theory #this was horror comedy #roier needs therapy #roier qsmp #qsmp #roier #theory #qsmp roier #teoría #qsmp teoría #qroier #qsmp cucurucho #the federation #qsmp lore

[harunayuuka2060]

Diavolo: I am sorry, Mephisto. But there's no way I will allow anyone to date MC.

Mephistopheles: Wh-Why not?

MC: Should I explain it to him? *still mirroring Lucifer*

Lucifer: No. I'll do it.

Lucifer: *walks closer to Mephisto* I'm quite flattered that you find me attractive, Mephisto. Of all people.

Mephistopheles: *frowns* Huh? What are you talking about?

Lucifer and MC: *chuckles*

Lucifer: I would be glad to take you on a date if necessary. *smirks*

MC: *smirking as well*

Mephistopheles: ...

Diavolo: Do you see it now, Mephisto?

Mephistopheles: I—

Barbatos: *holds MC from the shoulder*

Barbatos: I understand your disappointment.

MC: But there's nothing we can do. *professional like Barbatos*

Mephistopheles: ...

Mephistopheles: I see. I need to excuse myself. *leaves the room*

Diavolo, Lucifer, Barbatos, and MC: *hears him cry after he stepped outside*

Diavolo: You have rejected another admirer, Lucifer.

Lucifer: I have no regrets.

Barbatos: It's a problem solved.

MC: Does it? I have a bad feeling about this though.

Diavolo: *goes to pat MC on the head* It's okay. You don't need to worry.

MC: *chuckles* Yes. I'm sure Mephisto won't take it badly.

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MC: *mirroring Mammon* Oi, Mephisto! Why are ya' sulking in there?

Mephistopheles: *sitting on the staircase* Oh. It's you.

MC: *scratches the back of their head, confused* Are ya' still disappointed about earlier? *goes to sit next to him*

Mephistopheles: *sigh* Yes. I really hate Lucifer and I can't believe that I got attracted to his personality.

MC: *feeling awkward* Well... Don't blame yourself. That was partially my fault.

Mephistopheles: ...

Mephistopheles: Is it true that you can mirror every personality or attitude of a person?

MC: Er... That's basically my existence, yeah.

Mephistopheles: ...

Mephistopheles: *looks sternly at them*

MC: Wh-Why are you looking at me like that?

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Mammon: *looking for MC* Ugh! I shouldn't have touched them when I have skipping classes on mind!

Levi: Cause' you're an idiot. I just hope they didn't go out to play in the casino.

Mammon: Meh! I wasn't thinking of that. It's more of like going around the school to find something valuable, y'know?

Levi: You're hopeless. Huh?

Mammon: What?

Levi: Is that Mephisto...walking with MC?

Mephistopheles: *holding their hand* There are a lot of things I can share with you.

MC: *mirroring him* Let's find a suitable spot first.

Mammon and Levi: MC! *runs to them*

MC: *frowns* The classes are ongoing. What are you doing here?

Mammon and Levi: ...

Mephistopheles: *has let go of them a few seconds ago*

Mammon: *frowns* Are you trying to sneak MC out?

Mephistopheles: *blushes slightly* No. Why would I do that?

Levi: *looking at MC*

MC: *blushing as well*

Mephistopheles: Anyway, I have no time to discuss with you. MC—

Levi: *grabs them* No.

MC: Wha— What's going on? Am I in a love triangle session?

Mammon: What the fuck, Levi?

Levi: Lol. Sorry. That's what I thought they would say first.

Mephistopheles: *unamused frown* MC and I need to go somewhere.

Mammon: Heck no! You know that's kidnapping, right?

Mephistopheles: Not if I have their consent.

Mammon: Consent my ass! Of course if they're mirroring you, they would agree!

Levi: I think the situation about to escalate.

MC: We need to retreat!

Mephistopheles: MC, but you promised to be my friend.

MC: F-F-Friend?

Mammon: Oi, Levi!

Levi: B-But hearing someone wants to make friends with my personality is making me happy!

Mephistopheles: *grabs MC* Well, that works just fine. Doesn't it?

Lucifer: *pulls MC away from him* You're forgetting that I'm still at school.

Mephistopheles: Lucifer!

MC: Can people stop grabbing me? *frowns*

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me mephistopheles #mirroring!mc

[thejessis]

Cameron’s death sounded rough OOF 💀

IT WAS BRUTAL AND I WAS ACTUALLY FOR REAL SCARED FOR NICK'S LIFE BUT THE WAY IT PLAYED OUT WAS SOOOOOO GOOD!!! perfectly-timed dice rolls (some good, some extremely bad) plus an absolutely stellar performance by our storyteller who absolutely killed it, the dialogue from every session of that situation STILL gives me goosebumps

(I tried to write a short tl;dr but this was not a tl;dr scenario so I PUT MORE DETAILS UNDER A CUT)

so some events had recently escalated, cameron was spiraling, and he & his sabbat bff claude had kidnapped two of nick's sisters who happened to be in town (the twins!) as a result. the coterie "rescued" them - except one of them turned out to be a shovelhead disguised with chimerstry, so it turned out they had only rescued ONE (gianna!) of the girls and the other (arianna!) was still being held captive

nick called claude and offered up himself leaving the country with cameron in exchange for the safe return of his sister, so while the rest of the coterie was rescuing ari (for real this time) and dealing with claude, nick was driving alone to meet cameron so they could leave las vegas together. except the plan all along was to make sure his sister was safe first and then 1v1 cameron when they were alone in the middle of nowhere

except nick! failed! EVERY ATTACK ROLL!! this man couldn't STAB, he couldn't SHOOT, I WAS NOT MAKING A DENT, meanwhile cameron is actually genuinely very deadly and got close enough to RIP NICK'S CHEST OPEN and only didn't immediately finish him off bc he was teaching nick a lesson

and then nick, who had been dealing with Other Stuff immediately prior to this and hadn't drank in a Long Ass Time as a result, had to make a self-control roll to prevent frenzying on an empty tank + within an inch of his life, and i rolled FOUR ONES!!!!!

so nick, who spent the first 1-2 months of his embrace having beast-induced nightmares about killing cameron with his bare teeth, in an accidentally perfect and gruesome moment of narrative bow-tying, had the most catastrophic frenzy of his life and ripped cameron's throat out with his teeth! (the circumstances were severe enough that the only thing keeping nicky from diablerizing his sire to quench his thirst was that I made ANOTHER self-control roll to prevent it and by sheer luck succeeded) and then immediately slumped over, covered in blood, chest open, with like 1 hp left, and had a complete mental breakdown over it

(also he took cameron's necklace off his bones! and still has it! no one knows!!)

anyway yeah it was VICIOUS and while yes killing off my favorite npc was very sad honestly it was just SUCH a phenomenal and raw and intense series of events, I'm gonna be thinking about it forever

#jess answers #vtm #vampire the masquerade #one of those twins was in town very specifically to kill cameron and the other was there for his concert #completely and blissfully unaware that her sister's full intention was to murder her favorite pop star #but that was a whole other thing #ANYWAY YEAH I SPENT HALF THE COMBAT FREAKING OUT THINKING AB WHAT KIND OF BACKUP CHARACTER I WAS GONNA HAVE TO CREATE IF NICK DIED LMAO

[winxanity-ii]

⌜No Hoods Attached | Chapter 13 Chapter 13 | contracts and consequences⌟

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"I gave a second chance to Cupid..."

Your eyes fluttered open to find Seora, her face a mix of concern and relief, your head resting in her lap as she hummed the gentle melody of FIFTY FIFTY's "Cupid (Twin Ver.)", her fingers gently stroking your hair.

Confusion knotted your brow as you absorbed your surroundings, the unfamiliar room spinning slightly as you propped yourself up on your elbows. "Seora, where... where are we?"

Seora paused her humming, offering a weak smile. "We're in a room at HYBE," she explained,  her hand pausing in your hair, gaze meeting yours.

Your mind raced, trying to piece together the events leading to this moment. "Is this real? Or am I just dreaming?"

"Oh, it's real, alright. After your little escapade and you passed out, they brought us here. Well, more like dragged, in my case."

You blinked, the memories of the previous night starting to resurface—the club, the confrontation, the chase. "What... what happened after I passed out?"

Seora's expression darkened, a shadow crossing her features. "Well, after you decided to take a little nap courtesy of those taser-happy guards, I had my own... encounter." Her tone carried a mix of pride and frustration. "One of the guards made a disgusting comment about me being black, suggesting that 'Of course I'd be here trespassing.' So, I did what any self-respecting person would do."

You sat up fully now, your interest piqued despite the throbbing in your head. "What did you do?"

"I headbutted him—broke his nose," she said nonchalantly, as if discussing the weather. "His partner wasn't too pleased, tried to grab me, but let's just say he won't be chewing solid food for a while."

Your eyes widened, a mix of admiration and shock at her fearlessness. "Seora, you're... incredible. But now what? Are we just stuck here?"

She shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eye. "For now, yes. But don't worry, they can't keep us here forever." Her voice trailed off as she averted her gaze, a sudden shift in her demeanor hinting at something left unsaid.

You pressed her, noticing the change. "Seora, what else happened? There's more, isn't there?"

After a brief pause, she glanced back at you, her expression a mix of defiance and sheepish guilt. "Well, I may or may not have had a... slight altercation with an idol," she admitted, the words tumbling out reluctantly.

"Seora!" Your exclamation was a mix of disbelief and concern. The idea of her confronting a security guard was one thing, but an idol? That was an entirely different level of trouble. "What do you mean by 'altercation'?"

She winced, raising her hands defensively, her expression morphing into one of awkward justification. "It's not as bad as it sounds, I promise. Things just got a bit... heated. But hey, in my defense, he was really provoking me!"

The thought of Seora, fearless as she was, in a scuffle with a pop idol was both alarming and bizarrely fitting given the night's escalating events. "Heated enough to get us locked up," you pointed out, the gravity of the situation sinking in amidst the absurdity of it all.

Seora shot you a look that was both accusatory and playful. "Hey! I heard you were no better! Kidnapping a grown man can never top choking one, and that's a hill I'll die on."

You opened your mouth to argue, to defend your actions, but no words came out. Deep down, you knew she was right. The situations you both found yourselves in, though drastically different in context, were equally serious. With a heavy sigh, you admitted defeat. "Yeah, you're right. We may have gone a little too far..."

"Yeah, about that..." She trailed off, her attempt at a casual shrug doing little to mask the underlying tension. "Let's just say, our 'little too far' might have escalated quicker than a BTS track climbing the charts."

As you're still trying to wrap your head around Seora's latest revelation, the door abruptly swung open. Bang PD entered first, his presence commanding yet somber, followed closely by a distinguished middle-aged man whose aura commanded attention, altering the room's atmosphere.

Dressed in a crisply ironed suit, his locs styled into a professional ponytail, and he clutched a briefcase; his face was stern, his eyes scanning the room before settling on his visibly stunned daughter.

Seora's eyes widened in shock, her body tensing as she scrambled to her feet, stammering, "P-Papa?? What are you doing here??"

The man's gaze lingered on his daughter, a mix of disappointment and concern etched on his features. "Really, Seora? Assaulting an idol?" he chided, his voice steady but laced with a tinge of disbelief.

Seora, her initial shock fading, tried to muster a defense. "But Papa, it wasn't how—"

Her father raised a hand, forestalling her attempts. "Seora, I understand there are always two sides to a story, but the facts are hard to ignore." His gaze softened slightly. "We'll discuss this further, but for now, know that I'm here to ensure you both receive fair representation."

He stepped further into the room, his eyes then finding yours. With a respectful nod, he acknowledged you. "Miss L/N," he said, his tone serious yet comforting, as if to ease the tension that hung palpably in the air.

He then placed his briefcase on the table, clicking it open to reveal an array of documents. "I've been briefed on the situation, and rest assured, we'll navigate this together." His voice, firm yet reassuring, seemed to anchor the room, providing a semblance of stability amidst the chaos.

The room fell silent for a moment, the gravity of the situation settling over you like a heavy cloak. Seora's father, one of the world's most renowned lawyers, was here, a testament to the seriousness of the events that had transpired. As you processed this new reality, questions swirled in your mind, each one echoing the uncertainty and trepidation that this unexpected turn of events had ushered in.

Clearing his throat, Bang PD reached for his bag and extracted several sheets of paper. He extended a hand to Seora's father, suggesting a less formal address. "Please, call me Shihyuk," he said, shaking hands firmly.

"And me, Michael," Seora's father replied, accepting the handshake.

With the papers spread out on the table, Shihyuk addressed Seora. "This contract mandates that you cannot disclose any details of today's events. Breach it, and you face a substantial fine and possible prison time," he said, his voice even but the implications clear.

The contract was in Korean, and while Seora had a grasp of the language, legal jargon was another beast entirely. Sensing her confusion, her father flipped the document, revealing an English version on the back.

"Thanks, Papa," she whispered before scanning her eyes over the document. "Wait. So... I'm not going jail?" she asked with wide eyes, her voice tinged with a mixture of relief and lingering doubt.

"Correct. It appears Mr. Min Yoongi instigated the altercation, not you," Shihyuk clarified, retrieving his phone to provide evidence.

"How did you come up with that? Wouldn't you naturally side with Yoongi seeing as it's basically my word against his?"

"You're right about that, I'd believe my boys because I trust them, but not when there's evidence that shows me what happened," Shihyuk said, pressing the play button on the video, dispelling any doubts. And sure enough not even five seconds into the video, Yoongi was seen tackling Seora onto the ground before they began rolling around.

Shihyuk paused the video once it got to the part where Seora was seen putting Yoongi in a headlock, choking him.

Michael leaned over to give his daughter a firm pat on the shouder. "This video indicates that Mr. Yoongi's role in this altercation was as an instigator. So while your actions, while extreme, can be seen as self-defense."

 Upon viewing her own reaction in the video, Seora cleared her throat, face heating up in embarrassment. "Yeah, about that. I'm sorry for, you know, choking him and everything," she mumbled, sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck, awkwardly apologizing for her aggressive defense.

Shihyuk, suppressing a chuckle at the stark contrast between Seora's live demeanor and her combative display on screen, reassured her. "It's alright, you'll have the chance to extend your apologies in person," he informed her.

Seora sputtered, eyes blown wide. "I-I have to see him again?"

"Not yet, I haven't exactly broken the news to him to him yet," Shihyuk conceded, imagining Yoongi's likely reaction upon learning the news.

The conversation turned back to the contract. Seora pondered her options: signing meant facing an uncomfortable reconciliation with Yoongi; refusing would lead to her receiving serious criminal charges.

Seora sat up in thought, gnawing on her bottom lip as she took in her options: signing it meant she'd get away with all charges—Yoongi, security guards, trespassing, etc.—scott-free, but she'd have to cough up an apology to Yoongi; refusing to sign meant she'd go to jail...but, she wouldn't have to see Yoongi again.

For a second, she thought going back to jail and living out the rest of her youth in the pent was just beautiful compared to apologizing for something that wasn't her fault—but it wasn't worth losing the bond she shared with you. She'd rather bruise her ego than lose the best things she has going right now.

Sighing, Seora held out her hand—"Alright, I'll sign it,"—accepting the pen from Shihyuk.

After she scribbled her name, her father collected the papers, his expression softening slightly. "Remember, you'll have to apologize to him later," he reminded, referring to Yoongi, adding another layer of dread to Seora's already tumultuous emotions.

"I know..." she mumbled, eyes downcasted as she watched Shihyuk gather his belongings and leave.

After a brief moment, Seora's father shifted his attention to his daughter, his demeanor changing as he faced her. "Seora," he began, his voice adopting a firmer tone, "when I arranged for you to stay with the chairman's daughter, it wasn't a green light for mischief or to influence her into risky situations." His words, though stern, carried an undercurrent of care, a father's desire to see his child make choices that led to growth, not regret.

Seora shifted uncomfortably under her father's gaze, her usual bravado dimming in the face of his disappointment. "I know, Papa. It just... things got out of hand," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper, before pushing herself to meet his gaze. "I'll do better, Papa. I promise," she said, her voice stronger now, a mix of regret and resolve flickering in her eyes.

Her father sighed, the slightest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, his expression softening as he took a moment to look at her—not just as a lawyer or a father, but as someone deeply concerned about her well-being. "I understand that you're young and eager to experience life, but remember, your actions don't just affect you. They ripple out, touching the lives of those around you, for better or for worse."

With that, he turned to you. "Your father will be in touch soon," he said, offering a fatherly look that conveyed a blend of reassurance and seriousness. "Remember, every action has its consequences. Make sure yours are ones you can live with." The weight of his words hung in the air, a reminder of the far-reaching implications of today's events.

"Sooo... how did you guys manage to get us off without any charges?" Seora's question hung in the air, her eyes searching her father's for an explanation of their unexpected exoneration.

Her father took a deep breath before revealing the intricacies of the negotiations that had unfolded behind the scenes. "Your father and I, along with Bang PD-nim and other executives at HYBE, had quite a lengthy discussion on how to resolve this situation. It was a delicate balance to maintain, considering the potential for negative publicity and legal complications," he began, his voice measured and calm.

"The solution we've come to involves you," he said, turning his gaze to you. "In exchange for dropping all charges and the return of the hoodie, you're expected to collaborate with Taehyung on a duet for an upcoming K-drama soundtrack."

Your initial reaction was one of disbelief, followed quickly by indignation. "Excuse me, sorry, what?" you exclaimed, your voice echoing a mix of shock and resistance. "You want me to sing? With him?"

Seora's father held up a hand, signaling for patience. "I understand your apprehension, but allow me to explain," he continued. "Your father played a crucial role in reaching this resolution. He was the one to suggest that the duet, along with the story of the hoodie, will serve as a creative promotional strategy for the drama's OST."

Seeing your hesitant expression, he added, "The best part is, you won't be required to make a public appearance. Your voice is all that's needed. It's no secret within your family that you've inherited your mother's vocal talents. This is an opportunity to showcase that gift, albeit anonymously."

Your mind was a tempest of emotions, each thought interweaving with the next, creating a tapestry rich with sentiment and memory. The mention of your mother's and brother's dreams illuminated the situation with a newfound significance, transforming what felt like an imposed duty into a heartfelt opportunity to connect with your past.

Your mother, blessed with a voice that resonated with the depth of her soul, had willingly set aside her dreams, choosing instead the nurturing path of motherhood and the selfless love of family. And your brother, a beacon of aspiration and talent, had his journey abruptly halted by the same cruel fate that took your mother—the relentless grip of cancer.

His aspirations, once vibrant and full of promise, were left unfulfilled when he passed at the tender age of 23, leaving you, then only 15, grappling with the weight of another profound loss.

Now, at the cusp of your early twenties, the idea of singing, a talent you rarely shared, suddenly felt like a connection to them—a way to honor their memories and dreams.

The notion of working undercover as an intern to facilitate the recording sessions added another layer to the unfolding drama. "You'll also be Taehyung's personal assistant in disguise," he explained. "It's the perfect cover to keep your involvement confidential while fulfilling the agreement."

Seora's father watched as you processed the information, giving you the space to consider the proposition. After a moment of contemplation, you nodded slowly, the weight of the decision evident in your expression. "Okay," you said quietly. "I'll do it."

Just then, the door opened, and Izu, the green-haired personal assistant, entered the room, carrying the red hoodie. His friendly smile seemed incongruent with the gravity of the situation, yet it offered a moment of normalcy amid the whirlwind of events.

"Here's your jacket," Izu said, handing it over with a casual ease that belied the turmoil that had surrounded the garment just hours earlier. "See you Monday," he added, his words a gentle reminder of the new role you were about to undertake.

Holding the hoodie in your hands, the fabric seemed to carry the weight of the day's events, each thread woven with the chaos, fear, and eventual resolution that had transpired.

As Izu exited, you were left to contemplate the path ahead, the unexpected turn your life had taken, and the silent promise of a new beginning, hidden within the folds of a seemingly ordinary red hoodie.

***finally, the hoodie finally has been returned ❤️❤️ sorry for the late update btw

#‧̍̊˙˚˙xaniwrites-nohoodsattached ml #taehyung x oc #taehyung x you #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x reader #taehyung #kpop idol #kim taehyung #thehoodie #nohoodsattached #comedy #v x you #bts v #v x reader #idol #bts #bts army #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #romance #angst #smallangst #short #cute #bts stuff #bts stories #short story

[alybur635]

*Pulls up a chair* So, you wish for me to go on eh? I've had thoughts myself regarding the options

I want to start off with the fact that I don’t think Hizashi’s death was entirely necessary considering the situation at hand. The only reason that came about was to supposedly avoid a war from possibly igniting over the death of the land of lightning’s ambassador and violation of a newly signed treaty. But realistically, I find the idea that Hizashi Hyuga even had to choose doing this ridiculous. I mean you’re gonna sit here and tell me that the Hokage was really okay with putting all the pressure of avoiding a war with another village upon a single clan because a failed kidnapping of a child resulted in someone dying? You’re gonna tell me the Hokage seriously couldn’t find any other ways? I find that ridiculous! I seriously have a hard time seeing how such a situation escalated the way that it did unless the Hokage purposely didn’t push for further compromise or just didn’t get himself too involved with the whole ordeal. The whole ordeal was a political mess that I feel that the hokage didn’t engage in enough, ultimately adding to the cost of Hizashi’s life that day. IDK I find that whole situation infuriating because surely if more involvement and further investigation was done, they would’ve been able to prove the Land of Lightning was at fault and had violated the treaty first while also proving what Hiashi did was justifiable.

I think his death also played tremendously on his twin and Neji. With Neji it’s a little more obvious to us the viewers/readers: he becomes a traumatized, angry, bitter child who clings to this idea of fate and destiny to cope with his father’s death and the position he has in his life. He openly despises the main household for who they are and what the clan represents: masters who chain down the “servants” like birds to cages. I remember seeing this really cool in-depth look into Neji’s character by the @everyneji blog and I *seriously* recommend checking it out, I think it better explains how he’s been shaped due to his father’s demise.

Now in Hiashi’s case I feel it’s a bit different to see, but I think Hizashi’s death has played a huge part into the man we see him as, especially in OG Naruto. We see the guilt he has for the indirect part he played that led to his brother’s death, but I don’t think it’s just the guilt that came. I think he became as jaded and harsh as he is because of his demise. We get to see that around episode 480ish (pls don’t quote me because I don’t remember the exact episode) but we see that Hiashi here isn’t as…shitty as what he is now. Yeah he’s the head of the clan and YES he still does use the curse mark against his brother, personality wise he isn’t as stoic or demeaning as he is. So in my own opinion I feel he was at least a lot more tolerable when his brother was alive, and him dying resulted in Hiashi being this jaded hardass we the viewers first see in OG Naruto. Now don’t get me wrong this is *not* to defend him and his shitty attitude + actions, this bitch needs to fr be pushed down a flight of stairs. And no I don’t think he was correct to wait as long as he did before telling Hizashi’s LITERAL SON the truth about his dad, that was so stupid. He needs a boot to the head.

Now back to Hizashi and him not being dead:

I don’t necessarily believe him still being alive in the story would’ve changed too many aspects of what we’ve seen in the show. I mean Neji and Hiashi certainly would’ve had adjustments to how they are. But, I still think Neji would still have been angry and resentful for different reasons. Hizashi was easily a good father; he could see Neji for the potential he had and had ultimately blamed his own birth for Neji’s position in life. I mean mans literally wanted what he felt Neji was deserving of. But he also seems like the man that would’ve taken on his kid’s punishment if it meant Neji never had to feel the pain that comes with the curse mark. And even if he couldn’t do that, I think Neji would’ve still resented the main family as much as he did for the abuse he and/or his father would have to endure as branch members. I mean kid Neji adored his father, I have no doubt seeing his father punished by his uncle and the main household would be enough reason to spite them AND still somewhat cling to the idea of fate, just maybe not as tightly.

So while I think several aspects of the story could’ve remained if Hizashi could’ve lived, I still think it would be better to bring him back because it would mean Neji would have him in his life. I mean, Neji was a 4 year old child who had to lay his eyes upon his father’s corpse, that shit’s messed up! I’m sure before team guy entered his life he was a lonely kid; he didn’t have anyone in the clan that was nearly as close to him as he was with his father. I mean at least if Hizashi was alive Neji wouldn’t have been suffering with his pain completely alone for several years. He would’ve been at least a happier character with his dad, he deserves that man in his life. And Hinata + Hanabi deserved someone they could go to if their father was being too much for them, he would’ve been a cool ass uncle who isn’t as bitchy as his twin lmao.

IDK Hizashi was a good man and a good father, Neji deserved to have him in his life entirely. Neji would’ve had someone beside Hinata in the clan who he could turn to for anything. I feel his death was one of those that could’ve been real avoided but wasn’t because of outside forces (also Kishimoto didn’t want a good dad existing in Naruto). Also, if I chose to kill Hiashi that would mean Hizashi would have to see him in the afterlife and imo Hizashi does NOT need to deal with that man in his death, he needs his peace LMAO

#ty chaosnojutsu for asking me to continue on with my incoherent thoughts! #alybur thoughts #hizashi hyuga #hizashi was actually a neat character and him dying fucked up his kid n twin #but i mean the option of killing off hiashi isn't wrong I can see why other's might want to do that instead #hiashi is a bitch fr

[sboochi]

Hello! I adore your recent tangled the series au art with The Big Four!! It makes me so happy that fans are still creating art for this crossover! What are your headcanons for this au?

First of all thank you!! The fandom may be small but it's made of some very stubborn people like me lol

Now for the headcanons! (Long train of thought alert)

The story would follow the plot from Before Ever After and the first episode of the show

Until bam! Jack shows up from a portal and apparently he comes from the future?? Also this is Jack after the events of his movie

People can see him bc magic is a thing here (spoiler: his timeline is the same of Tangled, just a few centuries after) (Merida Raps and Hiccup's are from the exact same time period because Tangled said fuck historical accuracy and so do I)

Merida arrives after running away feom her marriage issue, basically instead of the witch she follows the wisps all the way to Corona

Hiccup is there for some dragon research, set between httyd 1 and 2

(yes I have conflicting feelings about The Hidden World and yes this is a way to cope with said feelings) (same for Brave)

Jack sticks around to find a way home since his apparition involved the black rocks and staying with Raps seems a good way to solve the thing

Hiccup stays to escape from his own chief problems for a while, Merida is just stocked about the adventure

Varian and Hiccup become close after they bond over their wanna-make-dad-proud-but-also-other-people situation and their interest for science. I think Hiccup would be the first to really Listen To Him you know?

Meanwhile Merida finds a mentor and a friend in Cass, they train a lot together and have fun

The Queen for a Day events happen and while Hiccup does follow Varian to his dad, Rapunzel isn't able to and Varian Doesn't Like That. The final episodes of s1 follow this

Except when the path of rocks shows up Cass immediatly goes "ok bye losers I'm gonna get myself some power and prove I matter". She isn't really mad at anyone in particular (ok maybe to her dad) but her actions escalate during s2 and s3

It doesn't help that she kidnaps Toothless to get a ride to the Dark Kingdom, needless to say Hiccup is emotionally destroyed after this (but it's a nice chance for a character arc so he can realize he's worthy even without a dragon!)

Which brings us to s2: this time the party is only made of The Four, Lance and Eugene. Sorry Hookfoot and Shorty

It becomes apparent that Jack has some connection to the rocks, but it's another mystery. Hiccup is Sad. Merida is having the time of her life

S2 finale: we get back Toothless but Merida gets convinced by Cass to get the moonstone shard that Rapunzel broke. Merida accepts to ~change her destiny~ (evil arc? evil arc.)

In all this Eugene is going through his personal Identity Crisis with the Dark Kingdom stuff

This is where I haven't thought about plot: at some point in s3 Merida gets a redemption,

Jack discovers that he owns the moonstone from the future (his present) and fixes his broken stuff (you should buy some glue for that thing Jack). He was sent to the past in case the Past!Moonstone gets destroyed or something. Not cool, Sun and Moon, not cool

After an emotional fight with the Four Cass finally regrets her recent life choices and helps Rapunzel defeat Zan Thiri

Character arcs get resolved, people are happy and can go home and they all lived happily ever after!

#i didn't mention it but Rapunzel is also going through her own canon arc in all this mess that one wouldn't change that much #text #long post #asks #queen-with-the-quill #rotbtd #i also probably forgot some important plot points #and i want to add that i am in no way saying this au is better than canon #tts au

[homerforsure]

ooooooooooo a stalker?????

Yes! I actually have an outline for this, but Buck is going to be picking up a stalker at a fire scene which will slowly slowly escalate to a kidnapping/attempted murder situation. (He's gonna be fine)

But to start with:

Everybody called him July for a week and a half, but otherwise firehouse interest in the calendar died down quickly. About half of the calendars had been disbursed and the rest sat under a “Free! Take One!” sign that Bobby had set up for the civilians who came into the station. Buck had suggested keeping a box in the ambulance and handing them out at scenes (there were helpful emergency numbers and first aid diagrams in the back!) but Hen and Chimney had both shot down the idea before Bobby even had a chance to. Buck planned to take some out to the bar and leave a stack at his gym where at least more people would see them.  

Thanks to Eddie, Buck saw the calendar nearly every other day. He’d cut out the July page, trimming it to fit on the back of his narrow locker door. Their narrow locker door. Buck might have taken it down–he was proud of the picture, but didn’t necessarily want to encounter his own torso first thing every weekday morning–except that Eddie had drawn a lopsided sharpie heart right around Buck’s head and half a dozen little hearts around that. It was ridiculous and it made Buck blush every time he saw it. Which he was sure was Eddie’s intention.

And yeah okay maybe Buck had been interested in more than charity when he agreed to pose for the calendar. It felt good to be recognized and good to show himself off in a way he hardly ever did anymore. But as long as Eddie kept looking at him like that, it didn’t really matter to Buck if the rest of the world took any notice of him. 

The thing was though…

They did.

#wip game #stalker arsonist fic

[prairiesongserial]

23.1

“We’re not paying you anything,” John said, brow furrowed in confusion. He had sheathed the knife in his belt, however begrudgingly. “We’re kidnapping you.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” the boat’s captain said cheerfully. “We can negotiate the fee for the short notice if your story is good enough.”

Val could see the plan for leaving Southend-On-Sea crumbling in front of his eyes. Though it wasn’t like he and John had any alternative–there were no other boats docked in the harbor, so they’d had to make do with this one, eccentric captain and all. John had originally suggested tossing the captain overboard, or leaving them tied up on the docks, but Val had rightfully pointed out that neither of them knew how to sail. The captain had to come with them. He just hadn’t expected said captain to be noncompliant.

“John, will you go get the boys?” Val asked. Removing John from the equation for a moment seemed the fastest way to de-escalate. He could sense John itching to take out the knife again. “I’ll negotiate payment.”

John gave him a hard look of protest. Val met his gaze and held it steady, refusing to blink until John did. Finally, John exhaled hard through his nose and turned to disembark the boat.

“It’s been a long week,” Val said. “I’m Valerie. Val, if you prefer. That’s John.”

“Cassidy,” the captain said. To Val’s surprise, they offered him a hand to shake. Their grip was stronger than he’d expected.

“I should be straight with you, Cassidy,” Val said. “We don’t have any money.”

Cassidy snorted. “Right. Queen’s guards with no bribe money on ‘em. That’d be the day.”

Ah. The uniforms. Val had almost forgotten.

“We’re not really guards,” he said. Too late, he realized it was a position he could have used for leverage, but the impulse towards honesty had won over.

“So you are spies,” Cassidy said, eyebrows creeping up their forehead.

Val frowned. “I never said that.”

“Well, if you’re not spies and you’re not the police, what are you?”

“Two Americans trying to leave England,” Val said, shortly. He was losing his patience quicker than usual; something about staying up all night did that to a person.

The boat shifted underfoot–John had returned with the princes and was helping them aboard. Gawain stared around in wide-eyed awe as he was lifted onto the deck, running to the rail to look down at the water. Percy, by contrast, looked mostly annoyed to have been woken up. He had a pink imprint of the backseat of the car across his face.

“Is this the boat we’re taking?” he asked. His tone made it clear that the boat did not meet expectations.

Cassidy had gone silent; a quick glance in their direction revealed that they were white as a sheet, staring at the two boys now ambling around the deck of their boat. They opened their mouth, closed it again, then appeared to seriously consider what they wanted to ask before they asked it.

“Are those the missing princes?” they settled on, finally.

“Yes,” Val said, because there was no point in denying that now. “So you can see why we need to leave–”

“You’re the kidnappers the Queen has been looking for?” Cassidy cut him off.

“Well–no,” Val stammered. The question had caught him off guard, but he supposed it was the right one, considering how he and John had approached Cassidy in the first place. He needed to choose his words carefully if he was going to defuse this situation.

“Would you believe we just found them?” he asked.

“I would not,” Cassidy said.

“It’s what happened,” John said. Apparently he had decided to participate in the conversation again. He was keeping an eye on Gawain and Percy from a casual, though strategic position. He stood between Cassidy and the princes, and also between Cassidy and an exit. 

“We were in an accident in the tunnels under London, and the group that kidnapped the princes happened to find us and take us in,” Val said. It was the most succinct way he could explain it without sounding crazy–if Cassidy wanted the fine details later, they could get into it then. “We didn’t know they had the princes, at first, but then we found out, and we offered to help get them somewhere safe. They can’t go back to the palace. The Queen wants them out of the picture.”

“Not that I’m a fan of the Queen,” Cassidy said, “but how the hell do you know that?”

“The way I understand it, the princes have a more legitimate claim to the throne than the Queen does,” Val said. He briefly wondered if Cassidy knew anything about Hemisphere, and decided they probably didn’t. No point getting into the weeds on that, then.

Cassidy went quiet for a moment, considering. They began to pace in a square on the deck, producing a cigarette from their pocket and puffing on it as they went. Val could once again sense John becoming more and more impatient as time wore on, and silently begged the other man not to interrupt before Cassidy could come to a decision.

At last, Cassidy came to a stop. They seemed to have made up their mind about something.

“How do the princes feel about all this?” they asked.

“We want to come with Mr. John and Mr. Val,” Gawain said loudly, without even turning around.

“If we stay in England, we stay underground forever–or probably get killed,” Percy said, more pragmatically. He had moved to stand with his brother at the rail, clutching Gawain’s shirt in a fist to keep him from toppling off into the water. “This way, we might get to have a life.”

Cassidy pinched the bridge of their nose, looking suddenly aggrieved. It took Val by surprise–he  shot a glance to John, who looked equally baffled.

“Fine!” Cassidy said, strained, and Val realized they weren’t annoyed with the princes, but with themself. “Alright, fine. I’ll take you across to Germany. For the kids’ sake. That’s what we’re doing here, right?”

“Right,” John agreed, hesitant.

“You couldn’t have led with the…the pathos? You had to pull out a knife? Never mind. Don’t say anything.” Cassidy began to pace the distance between Val and John. “I’ll drop you at the border gratis, but that’s it. You have to figure out where to go after that.” Cassidy jabbed their finger in the air for emphasis. “I’m not setting a foot into that country unless it’s at gunpoint. Got it?”

“Is Germany really that bad?” Val asked. He had no idea what to expect–Alys and her crew had made it seem like a safer alternative to France, but considering the state France was in, that wasn’t exactly a glowing recommendation.

“It’s fine. Great country. Lovely towns,” Cassidy grumbled. They crossed the deck briskly, and began to haul up a rope that seemed like it belonged to the boat’s anchor. “I was just banished from it, is all.”

epilogue 22 || 23.2

#story

[wlwaerith]

1 and 9 (general) and 5 (story specific) for elarys, 3 and 7 (general) and 12 (story specific) for zofeia!

elarys:

general

1. where can your tav be recruited? are they first encountered on the nautiloid, or in the nautiloid crash region? or are they not recruitable until a later act?

elarys can be found in the top area of the overgrown ruins. before you get close enough to trigger the cutscene, you'll hear her snapping at them, with an unfamiliar male-ish voice trying (and failing) to de-escalate the situation. once the scene starts, this is revealed to be elarys and her patron. if the player does not interfere, elarys loses her patience and kills the treasure hunters, at which point her patron will stop concentrating on disguising himself & be revealed as a rogue mind flayer. if the player chooses to attack, elarys and her patron will disappear, and can only be found again with minthara at the goblin camp.

9. does your tav have any escalating conflicts with one of the other companions, like lae’zel and shadowheart’s knife-fight?

no, though she and lae'zel do not get along at first, because lae'zel is hostile towards elarys' patron, and equally unfriendly towards elarys due to her allegiance with him. this does not end up escalating, though, as lae'zel's main target is shadowheart, and elarys has no interest in fighting her allies.

story specific

5. how do they react to the player character taking their first tadpole power?

"in the name of scientific curiosity, hm? i can respect that. better you than me, should there be any less than favourable side effects."

zofeia:

general

3. does your tav have any comments or advice when you recruit other companions?

zofeia has an idle remark about most of them, but the only noteworthy companions are lae'zel and jaheira. she will claim that recruiting lae'zel is wise on account of her being the most knowledgeable about their predicament in act one, and then in act two or three express relief that jaheira, who has faced one of the dead three before, is on the party's side.

7. do they have their own personal quest that spans the course of the game? can it take different branching paths depending on the choices the player character makes?

yes to both of these! i have only fully ironed out her bad ending, so i won't go into full detail of the quest here (post for a later date, perhaps). it deals largely with her father, judge lazarus viljarand, and how he's essentially started a manhunt for her from the very moment he hears she was spotted in rivington (after the first long rest). the two possible ways for this quest to update in act three are from either hearing the townspeople talk about "judge viljarand's daughter has returned", or having her in the party when meeting raphael at sharess' caress, as he will address her directly ("ah, look who it is! a word of warning, pet: your father is quite out of his mind searching for you.").

prior to act three, her companion quest is heavily tied to the necromancy of thay, and giving it to her in the blighted village is the easiest way to progress it and learn about her father and sister, which will give the player the context clues they need to solve her act three quest.

story specific

12. is it possible for your tav to be kidnapped and replaced by orin? how is orin's deception revealed? how do they react to the pc rescuing them in the temple of bhaal?

zofeia is safe from orin! i would have said yes, but i think it would cause conflicts with the rng of her companion quest if it were implemented, as one of the servants from her father's manor would show up (immediately followed by an ambush) regardless of if zofeia was present in camp or not in the event that orin could swap her.

companion tav asks.

#asks #ocs tag #oc: elarys #oc: zofeia #boginki

[galacticwildfire]

Fire Meet Gasoline | Poe Dameron

Seven

Poe Dameron x Solo Original Character

Hope Solo’s haunted by the night the temple burned. Having gone rogue she hunts the First Order in search of answers until a fateful encounter with Poe Dameron brings her back to the Resistance and Leia puts her daughter under his command to find Luke Skywalker.

Word count: 8.6k

Tags/warnings: the slowburn is slowburning, flashbacks, cursing, moral dilemmas, a girl and her droid, the space equivalent of stalking someone's socials, ideological arguments, mentions of war crimes/kidnapping children/torture/indoctrination, references to Freefall and Bloodline, family violence in flashback (ben), poe pov, ptsd

All my stories are written for adults with adult themes, I use tags but read at your discretion.

A/N: the flashbacks included are from the prequel I've published on ao3 and wattpad. It's a work in progress but mostly complete.

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Hope

Maybe in hindsight I went too far.

Do I feel remorseful? Not particularly. Do I feel disappointed in myself? Yes.

Am I a hypocrite? Very much so.

I sit with my knees tucked up to my chest looking out at the lake country from the balcony of Varikyno on Naboo. Moreso looking at my N-1, parked beside the Shiraya, barely resisting the temptation to go back to what I've been doing and not look back. Wondering if Poe's already told Mom what I've done. He seems to idolise her, he wants to prove himself to her, so of course he has.

He'd be on the Echo of Hope by now wondering where the hell I am, meanwhile I'm sitting here in the only place that still feels half like home. My grandmother's force signature is strong here, in a place where there's no darkness, only light. No darkness except for me.

And I look down at the blood on my clothes, the red staining the white, unable to bring myself to strip them off quite just yet. 

"I know R2," I say as he lectures me despite the Clone Wars era war crimes he's complicit in. "But I tried okay. I would have actually helped if he hadn't killed himself. I tried to do the right thing, and that was after he'd tried to kill me."

But R2 isn't too phased by violence, no, that's never been his issue. His issue has always been running away, and the simple fact I'm sitting here instead of going back to base to sort things out for the mission. 

"If we go back," I begin and point my finger at him. "And that is a heavy if. You are not going to snitch on me to Mom. I know that her and Luke told you to look after me and report back, and I know you've been mad at me for deserting, but I don't need a guardian anymore R2. I need a partner. If you could stand by and watch Mom and Luke kiss each other I'm sure you can keep this mess to yourself. You're my best friend R2, and I know you worry about me, but you know more than anyone how hard I've tried to be good. You know I don't want to be so angry, not like Anakin, especially not like Ben."

He gives a sad beep as I rest my head on his dome, looking out at the setting sun. 

After all these years, whenever I've taken things too far, I keep coming back to that night on Theron with Ben back when I was sixteen, after those men tried to take me for ransom. I hadn't been afraid, not of three mere men when I'd spent my entire adolescence being trained to defend myself against such abductions, but Ben... I had to stop him from committing a slaughter in the back alleys of the city. 

That was night I learned how deeply the darkness had corrupted my brother, the night I knew without any doubts in my mind where that darkness came from. Perhaps I'd judged him too harshly, but when I felt that his darkness was the same as Vader's how could I not be afraid?

"We're going home," I swallowed, trying to de-escalate the situation after my warning hots had forced them to scatter before he could cut them down. "And when we do you aren't going to get mad at Dad."

"He's the one still dealing with these lowlifes!" he argued and I stood there with my eyes shut as he raged "They were going to take you!"

"But they didn't," I said, having been more than proficient in self-defence at that point, with or without a lightsaber. "I would have handled it."

"How?" he asked me, not even attempting to keep his voice down. "Punching the guy didn't exactly work!"

"I would have handled it how we handled things," I said, punctuating my words so he knew exactly what I meant. "We don't need to resort to murder to deal with a group of thugs, Luke taught us better than that."

I never expected him to snap at me. "Don't stand there and judge me like you and I are the same!"

I could only look at him in pure bewilderment. "What?"

"You have no idea what's out there!" he yelled and I cried out in pain as he grabbed my aching arm, already bruised from his earlier hold on me. "You don't know what I'd do to keep you safe!"

"I can keep myself safe!" I yelled back and pulled against his grasp only to find his grip iron, and then crushing. "Ben you're hurting me-"

He'd pushed me into the wall, the impact jarring as he stood over me and pinned me to the hard surface by my arms as he yelled in my face with a near psychotic anger I'd never seen before in my life, but it would be far from the last.

"Don't pretend you know better than me when I'm the one who's dedicated my life to the force!" he raged and I stayed pinned there, frozen in a state of shock. "You don't know what it's like being the one with this power, with the darkness." My non-responsiveness only angered him and he shook me violently, cold tears staining my face. "Don't judge me for the things I'd do to protect you from it!"

It was the darkness that caused me to snap out of that frozen state, having had to draw upon the force to break free. I'd struck him across the face before pushing him off me and he'd had the audacity to look stunned as I yelled "What the hell is wrong with you!"

He only snapped out of it when he saw the bruise already forming on my arm from his grip and stammered "Hope I-"

I stepped away from him with a raised hand. "Don't."

"I'm sorry," he rasped out. "I'm so sorry I-"

"Don't!" 

The next day I'd asked R2 if Anakin had ever hurt anyone he'd loved. R2 was reluctant to answer me then but after hearing Ben had scared me he relented and showed me the hologram of Anaki and Padmé on Mustafar, or at least a still holophoto of it. The recording he reserved for after Ben had lost his mind and I'd locked him in one of the cargo holds of the Falcon.

Sometimes I truly do wonder what happened to the girl who tried to dissuade her brother from the same violence I use so freely now, except I know exactly what happened to her. It was one attack after the other until she died in that fire.

Even more so, I wonder what happened to the girl that stood in the senate and promised her mother that she would make her proud. Growing up she never told me she wanted me to succeed her as senator for the Alderaan sector, or rather what remained, even if she had hoped I'd make that decision myself. 

But she named me Princess of Alderaan when I made it clear that I wanted to fight for something and she gave me the power to do so. Even if it feels as if I've thrown that away. Meanwhile here on Naboo I was nudged towards running for office. I wasn't born here, but I was granted citizenship when I came here to study and welcomed with open arms as the lost granddaughter of Padmé Amidala who had finally returned home. I was never Hope Solo, only a girl whose face people searched for the glimpse of the queen who had been all but deified by the Naboo. I could have just as easily become Queen of Naboo if it was what I wanted, but much like now, all I wanted to do was run. 

Poe was the one who all but told me to go, and he didn't need to tell me twice. It seems I'm not the only one with a short temper, or at least a short tolerance. But I understand why Poe reacted the way he did, because I used to be the one on the other side of it. He didn't hesitate to physically pull me off, but it's the look that was in his eye that haunts me, having looked at me so differently to how he did before then. 

But I knew it wouldn't last.

Does it hurt seeing him look at me like that? Yeah. Especially when he threw in my face the fact that my own mother had warned him against working with me, but again that isn't a surprise. Still, what I did to an officer who tried to kill me to further his own standing is the most mercy I've shown any of them.

When Hondo told me about the officer it seemed methodical to go and take care of it, Poe disagreed. He wanted to run recon and ask around, I wanted to go and hunt down the problem. I tried to give him orders, he tried to give me orders. So there was no way it could have ended in anything but a fight. Technically I did threaten mutiny as well when I told him I'd go and take the data myself, I'm certainly debating it. 

Still, his very first instinct after I was shot at was to try to pull me behind cover and that proves to me that my own instincts about him are right, regardless of what he might think about me now. That blaster shot could have just as easily hit him, and then that would be another life on my hands, but still he tried to cover me first before even thinking of himself. He might think of me just how the rest of command does now, he might be queasy when it comes to the reality of the fight we're facing, but instincts don't lie about who a person is. 

And I feel awful now for throwing the blame in his face for something that wasn't his fault. It's something I know better than I wish I did. Jedi Killer. Anakin Skywalker was known as the hero who died defending the temple despite leading the slaughter, Ben was the victim who perished despite turning on Luke. Meanwhile I'm the one shouldering that blame and the legacy of Vader that my brother seems to covet. 

And the intelligence onboard that damn yacht is more important than anything. 

I could go and storm it alone. I could take everyone on board prisoner and get the intelligence. I know Ben's on the Finalizer I just need to find the damn thing. But what if the ship doesn't contain that information? Then that means I've gone and stolen intelligence right out from beneath my own mother's hands and finally destroyed any chance of trust I have left without any payoff. 

Being groomed to be a politician means I know how to lie, it comes easily enough to me. I've never particularly liked it, or rather seen the point in it when spitting out the truth often get's results faster. I could still perform the mission with Poe and follow by Hondo's example to double cross him and take the intelligence for myself. I know well enough that batting my eyes gets me what I want most of the time, Poe hardly seems to be an exception to that, but I'm still my parents child and double crossing someone who I know is a good person doesn't sit right with me.

And Mom... as much as I hate it I don't think there'll ever be a day where I don't crave her approval. Once I had her complete trust and now I have none. 

I look out at the darkening horizon and back to R2. "Why does it feel so hard trying to do the right thing?" R2 reminds me my issue isn't doing the right thing, but rather taking orders I don't like. "You're right R2, I want to be in charge. I want to be able to strategise and have a seat at that table. I just- I just want them to trust me and my judgement because I am capable and it's unfair that-" I trail off then, knowing just who I sound like and so does R2. 

Sometimes to this day I wish I didn't know the things I do. I wish Dormé never told me who Anakin Skywalker was when he was my own age and the fact that this feeling... it doesn't come from nowhere. As Ben would tell me, they don't trust us because of our emotions and the power that gives us. 

I truly do wish I could only see Darth Vader when I think of my grandfather instead of recognising his eyes when I look in the mirror and knowing we aren't so indifferent. 

Although it seems all my brother sees when he thinks of our grandfather is Vader.

Which is why I have to be better than that.

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Poe

If I thought my methods were crazy, Hope Solo is insane. 

And not the good kind.

Finally everything falls into place, every cautious warning Leia gave and the way people would whisper her name. She isn't just insane, she is violent. She is violent and self-righteous and maker forbid you try to give her a command. 

The one time I don't listen to Leia...

Iolo and Karé have helped with transporting the ships to the Echo of Hope, considering Hope didn't trust Hondo Ohnaka enough to divulge anything to him I didn't either. She could have given me a heads up she was bringing me to the most infamous pirate in the galaxy, but considering she's cozy with Boba Fett I should have known what to expect.

"You're pissed," Karé comments as mechanics start looking the ships over and I begin second guessing if I shouldn't just take Hope off the mission entirely, considering I don't even know where the hell she is, and get a third ship so Iolo and Karé can come with me.

"Are you sure you haven't had Hope Solo dock?" I ask one of the mechanics, beginning to fret considering she should definitely be here by now. 

"You mean your girlfriend?" Iolo teases, both of them having heard about the mysterious pilot I'd found before I learned that she is the most infuriating person I've ever met. 

"Definitely not," I say, having declined to give any details about what happened but I think they've both gotten the sense there's no getting along after this. 

"I'd heard she's difficult," Karé mentions. "A hell of a pilot who doesn't like taking orders. She's been the gossip on base the last few days, heard someone say she's Han Solo come again but walks and talks with all the authority of a young Leia Organa." 

"You aren't wrong there," I murmur under my breath, unable to speak to the first part but I can imagine the second's accurate.

I thought when I went and saw her to sort out the mission we'd made a headway, that my first impression of her was right after all. Hell all the way to Batuu I'd been more nervous around her than I've been around anyone since I was sixteen, but I should know better by now considering how quickly that went to hell. 

I'm glad L'ulo isn't here right now otherwise he'd tell me I have a type.

Which unfortunately might be true.

But then again, I've never met anyone quite like her.

"Heard someone say she's someone else come again," Iolo says and he doesn't need to elaborate. "Seems like she's got a temper on her."

"She's a teenage girl not Darth Vader," Karé dismisses, only for me to quickly shake my head.

"No, no, no," I quickly correct, laughing anxiously. "She's like twenty."

All things considered that shouldn't be the issue on my mind right now and Karé raises her eyebrows at me. "Why the panic? You still feeling all warm and fuzzy about the General's daughter?"

"I don't think there's anything warm and fuzzy about Hope Solo," I say, but quickly steer the subject away from my own feelings, although the Vader comment plays on my mind after what I saw. Still, it's an awful comparison to make. "Hope might have a lightsaber and a temper but she's definitely not like Darth Vader. I mean look at Leia and Luke Skywalker. They're his kids and they were the ones to defeat him, and I can tell you Hope's just as passionate about defeating the First Order."

And I find myself remembering what the officer called her, Jedi killer, the same thing they called Vader. Hell if she's been compared to him since she was sixteen then it's no wonder she has some issues, and I begin wondering just what was the incident that caused her to be stripped of her rank. If she could stick her blaster into a man's wound to get the answers she wants and look confused that I'd be shocked it's clear she's no stranger to interrogations. Hell I don't even know why she was asking about Kylo Ren, he's just one of the other mystery figures like Snoke but she seemed satisfied with the answer she got considering she didn't fight me when I pulled her off.

"I'll be back," I tell Karé. "I need to check something."

I find my way to my quarters onboard the Echo of Hope, they haven't gotten much use since I relocated to the main base but it still houses a datapad. I hadn't looked at her file due to respecting her privacy, but right now I need to know exactly what I'm working with to even consider allowing her on this mission.

Although as she would remind me, I apparently don't allow her to do anything since she believes she doesn't have to take orders from anyone, not even her own Mom. Snap wasn't exaggerating when he said she'd walk all over me if she didn't respect me and hell even Threepio was right in giving me the heads up. 

Her file's restricted but thankfully I'm high enough in command to be granted access, Leia had even recommended I take a look if I had any concerns and I sure have them now.

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SUBJECT: HOPE ORGANA SOLO

BIRTH: 11.22.11 ABY

STATUS: ROGUE

RANK: AGENT 28 - 30 ABY

              CAPTAIN 30 - 31 ABY (STRIPPED OF RANK)

TITLES: LADY OF HOUSE NABERRIE 25 ABY - PRESENT 

                  PRINCESS OF ALDERAAN 28 ABY - PRESENT

                  REPRESENTATIVE OF THE ALDERAAN SECTOR 28 - 31 ABY

ALIASES: ASHLA NABERRIE

                    LADY AMIDALA (REFERRED TO AS SUCH BY THE NABOO)

SPECIES: HUMAN FEMALE | CITIZENSHIP: NABOO/ALDERAAN

HEIGHT: 151CM | HAIR: BROWN | EYES: BLUE | SKIN: FAIR

IDENTIFYING FEATURES: BURNS TO RIGHT ARM AND LEFT LEG (SEE MEDICAL RECORDS)

EDUCATION: HOSNIAN PRIME JUNIOR LEGISLATIVE ACADEMY 16-23 ABY | LEGISLATIVE YOUTH PROGRAM 23-28ABY | UNIVERSITY OF THEED 23-28 ABY (EXPELLED-EXPULSION REVOKED 29 ABY)

TRAINING: LUKE SKYWALKER'S JEDI ACADEMY 23 - 28 ABY | NABOO ROYAL SPACE FIGHTER CORPS 23 - 28 ABY | ROYAL HANDMAIDEN TRAINING PROGRAM 23 - 28 ABY | RESISTANCE 28 - 31 ABY (DESERTED)

SKILLSET: LIGHTSABER PROFICIENCY | ADVANCED FORCE ABILITIES | PSYCHOMETRY | EXPERT MARKSMAN | EXPERT PILOT | HAND TO HAND COMBAT PROFICIENCY | ESPIONAGE | MECHANICS | ENGINEERING | POLITICS | GAMBLING 

RELATIVES: LEIA ORGANA (MOTHER) | HAN SOLO (FATHER) | BEN SOLO (BROTHER - DECEASED) | LUKE SKYWALKER (UNCLE - WHEREABOUTS UNKNOWN) | ANAKIN SKYWALKER (MATERNAL GRANDFATHER - DECEASED) | PADMÉ NABERRIE AMIDALA (MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER - DECEASED) | NABERRIE FAMILY (MOTHERS BIOLOGICAL FAMILY) | ORGANA FAMILY (DECEASED)

KNOWN ASSOCIATES: R2-D2 11 ABY - PRESENT | LANDO CALRISSIAN 11 ABY - 31 ABY | CHEWBACCA 11 - 29 ABY | AYLEE SYLL 23 - 28  ABY  (DECEASED) | SIYA NABERRIE 23 - 29 ABY | THE AMIDALANS 23 - 29 ABY | DORMÉ 23 - 31 ABY | THE RESISTANCE 28 - 31 ABY | BOBA FETT 31 ABY - PRESENT | HONDO OHNAKA 31 ABY -  PRESENT 

DISCIPLINARY INFRACTIONS: FOURTEEN KNOWN COUNTS OF INSUBORDINATION. FIVE COUNTS OF DESERTION. TWO COUNTS OF PHYSICAL ASSAULT. THREE COUNTS OF VERBAL ALTERCATIONS.  FIVE COUNTS OF UNAUTHORISED ENGAGEMENT OF THE ENEMY. THREE COUNTS OF UNAUTHORISED FORCE WHEN ENGAGING THE ENEMY. ONE COUNT OF USING PROHIBITED FORCE DURING THE UNAUTHORISED INTERROGATION OF A PRISONER. REQUEST FOR COURT MARTIAL DISMISSED BY GENERAL ORGANA. (FIND ATTACHED)

KNOWN CRIMES: CLASSIFIED TO GENERAL ORGANA, ADMIRAL ACKBAR.

SUBJECT NOTES: FIND ATTACHED EDUCATION AND SERVICE RECORDS. ANY UPDATES OR SIGHTINGS OF SUBJECT OR R2-D2 TO BE DIRECTED TO C-3PO. 

LAST UPDATED 05.1.32 ABY

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Her service record's unfortunately impressive, but one look at her disciplinary infractions proves the simple fact that if she wasn't the General's daughter she would have been removed from the Resistance years ago, and likely arrested by the Republic. But it's the final line in that section that causes my stomach to drop. What I saw wasn't the first time, although something tells me the last was far more drastic.

I attempt to open the attached file but it's classified to high command only, which tells me that Leia pulled off a greater cover up than just telling people she went to university. She'd offered to do the same for me after my own stint in the Navy, to make my own rogue mission simply go away, it leaves me feeling almost eerie. Even more so when I see Luke Skywalker's status. Her file was last updated a month or so ago, nothing having been added since she's returned, but something about it leaves me unsettled just skimming over her family history. I would have expected Leia's parents to be listed instead of her birth one's but if she spent that much time on Naboo it's not surprising it would refer to that side instead. 

The rest of her file includes details of the missions she's undertaken dating back to 28 ABY. It's extensive to say the least. I've reviewed files of other pilots since taking command of Blue and Red squadron but none are as detailed, impressive, or alarming as hers. She's been an active combatant since she was seventeen, flying in a starfighter corps since she was twelve along with other vague training on Naboo. She'd spent her entire adolescence training for combat and politics while I'd spent mine aching to just get off Yavin-4 and getting into skirmishes with local authorities. 

It's not surprising she's lashing out now after taking on that much responsibility as a teenager. Leia had, and considering her biological and adoptive mother were both queens it's a hell of a legacy to have to live up to. As much as I wanted to join the Academy as soon as I was legally old enough to get off Yavin-4 and make a life for myself, I'm almost glad now that I was able to spend my younger years without any responsibility as achingly boring as it had been. Well, until I was sixteen or so and from there on boring is the last word I'd use to describe the later half of my teenage years. 

Meanwhile she had the media documenting hers, and remembering what Snap said about looking at the holonews if I had doubts about her I reluctantly cave and connect to the holonet. It feels strange, searching for someone on the news to learn about them, but after what I saw on Batuu and her fight with Leia before that I need some reassurance she isn't as bad as I want to believe she is, or rather as bad as she'd trying to make herself out to be.

The most recent holonet feature's dated to around a year and a half ago and after a moment of hesitation I open it.

"Hope Solo earlier this week stormed out of the senate after a petition for funding to General Organa's Resistance movement was rejected and personal attacks were levied against the princess due to her status as a force user, alongside the argument that funding a paramilitary led by the heir's of Darth Vader could only end in disaster," a reporter states and I shake my head at that last remark. "Counter proposals were made that the Resistance should be investigated due to concerns regarding the paramilitary. Several senators also supported the suggestion that the fire that destroyed Luke Skywalker's Jedi Temple also be forensically investigated. Twenty nine students were killed, including General Organa's own son Ben Solo, in what has been claimed to be a freak accident involving a lightning storm. Further questions were posed as to the whereabouts of Luke Skywalker which the young princess refrained to answer."

BB-8 beeps beside me in question, but unfortunately I don't have the answers to that either. Even worse, I don't think Leia does either. 

"This incident has brought attention back to the princess's infamous speech to the senate following the initial shock revelations regarding General Organa's paternity which led to General Organa formally naming her daughter as her successor and transferring her title as Princess of Alderaan."

The image switches from the reporter to Hope, several years younger and dressed fully in white. She stands by Leia's side, without the eyeliner and the rest she looks unpresuming, the type of girl who is quiet and generous, but I've become familiar enough now with the glint of pure unhinged anger in her eye to recognise it there.

A senator I don't recognise speaks to Leia about who can only be Luke Skywalker. "We have only ever had his word for what happened on the second death star and if his word is worth no more than yours has been these past several decades... well your highness, we hardly know what to believe, and as for your daughter... Vader did begin as a Jedi didn't he?"

The recording shows Hope muttering something under her breath, I'm no expert at lip reading but it's just loud enough I can make out that even then she had a mouth on her. Leia looks at her in alarm before trying to pretend nothing was said but the other lady definitely heard it. 

"What was that?" she questioned, her voice painfully high. "Hope, sweet child, why don't you come forward and speak if you have something to say."

"Hope, you do not have to say anything," Leia's heard telling her but Hope steps forward looking like she's out for blood.

"Carise-"

"Lady Carise." 

"Lady Carise, I was not aware Imperial sympathisers still hunted Jedi," Hope began and Leia's head snapped towards her. "Tell me do you wish to drag me before inquisitors? Because if so you'll be very much disappointed to learn they died with your Empire. And may I ask what right you have to speak considering it was also a misfortune of birth that gave you the title that allows you to stand here and hurl accusations at the woman who brought the Empire to its knees."

Now I understand what Snap meant as I see the equally shocked and proud look on Leia's face listening to Hope as she goes on for what seems like a couple minutes before reaching the part I still remember watching as it aired.

"You would do well to remember her political and military record surpasses that of any single person who has served in this senate," she chided not just the Senator she was addressing, but every damn person in that room. "Senator Sindian, can you or any person in this room say the same for your own records before you start publically hurling accusations of treason against her, or will you and your fellow politicians just make these claims in private where you cannot be held accountable despite many of you having personally and willingly served the Empire? In fact how many of your parents and grandparents were active participants in the Empire's tyranny? For if one senator is to be damned to hell for it then we should start an inquisition to ensure that every last person in this room with connections to Imperial leadership can also be put on trial alongside her."

The recording ends there and I switch off my datapad, not needing to hear anything else. For a good while I sit there stunned, and as frustrated as I still am with her I can't help but admire her spirit. Admiration perhaps being an understatement. I don't know what the hell Leia's thinking when she says Hope takes after Han Solo, because what I just saw there is all her. 

The same voice I'd listen to as a misguided teenager around the same age as Hope was in that recording, listening to Leia lecture the senate on the importance of vigilance, of upholding what my parents fought for.  I'd felt a sudden, deep, and impossible to rationalise connection to her. A need to reach her, help her. It felt laughable to try to explain it then, and somehow even more so now. Especially now that I'm not applying those feelings to a role model, but to Hope Solo. 

I wish I could say that impossible to rationalise need to connect with her was the same as I'd felt watching Leia's addresses all those years ago, that is just as innocent and admirable, but it's not. From the moment I met Hope in the field all I've felt is an irrational need to know her, before I even knew her name or anything about her, and then I did meet her.

That connection, that spirit, the way those sparks inside of her literally set me alight even if it was quickly dimmed when Leia arrived... even after what I've seen it still hasn't gone out completely. She is brilliantly intelligent, confident in her abilities and in herself, tactically minded. She's passionate, assertive, fiercely driven for better or for worse, and I dare say fearless when it comes to anything but Leia, although that's a sentiment I share. 

I've known a lot of pilots in my day, fighters, but I don't think I've ever met anyone quite like Hope Solo. Which is why I don't want to give up on that connection just yet. Taking her on for this mission I had never been more confident in a decision, even if reality has struck since then.

But that connection's still there, and slowly the pieces explaining her anger and frustration begin coming together. Someone tried to kill her and she hardly blinked an eye because people have been trying to kill her since she was sixteen. For years she's been fighting a war I never even knew had started until a few months ago, she's trying to stop it at any cost and on Batuu I saw just how far that responsibility has driven her. She told me she has a different mission, and if Snoke isn't so different to the Emperor she's the only Skywalker we have. 

And I want to help her if she'll let me.

And so I head back out into the hangar, trying to figure out just what approach to take with her because Snap wasn't wrong, she won't take orders and will walk all over me if I try to force her to do anything she disagrees with. She said herself she was only co-operating, but still, whatever issues she has with authority need to be sorted out, or at least I need to show her I'm not that type of commander, but I can't let her off either. 

I need to find the right balance with her, but just as I'm debating what that is I'm stopped in my tracks by the sight of her in the hangar. She's dressed now in clothes similar to the ones I'd first seen her in, looking more undone now than the last time I saw her, but also far more apologetic. For a moment I wonder if she's even going to acknowledge me, and I'm pretty sure she's debating the same thing, but decides to approach me. 

"Commander," she says roughly as I cross my arms over my chest, never having ever felt the need to establish any sort of dominance with anyone until her, but she needs to understand that it isn't her way or no way. 

"Princess," I reply and see a flash of annoyance but she takes it and gets to the point, clearing her throat.

"My actions were... slightly extreme."

"Slightly?"

"Comparatively yes," she says and I don't want to find out what she's comparing it to. "I'm used to working alone, you can probably see why now."

"So there's no witnesses?" I ask and notice her battling an inappropriate smile.

"Something like that."

But it's when she looks up I know damn well whatever act I was going to put on isn't going to work, not when it comes to her. Not when she looks at me with those eyes. 

She's unquestionably beautiful, soft features contrasting with a personality that is anything but that. Her features are similar to Leia's, although with blue eyes I can't truly place considering I've only ever met Leia. I don't miss how the dark liner around her eyes makes her expression harsher, or rather attempts to, and I can't help but come to the conclusion she tries her hardest to look anything but soft. The additional height in the platform of her boots that's definitely beyond regulation further supports that theory. 

I've worked with a lot of good looking people without problems, but there's something about her eyes that makes whatever judgements I'd made on Batuu quickly disappear from the forefront of my mind. The spark in them burning away what little common sense I've still got when it comes to her.

She clears her throat and I realise we've been studying each other's faces for a moment too long. Although from the colour in her's I know that whatever effect she's got on me, I've got at least some of that on her.

"So, have you told the General what happened?" she asks reluctantly, pressing her lips together expecting bad news.

"Not yet, I wanted to make sure you actually turned up here first," I say, having noted the five counts of desertion. "And the fact I'm trying to figure out how to tell her what happened."

Her mouth quirks to the side and it's then she actually seems to put effort into looking at me like she's trying to corrupt me, her eyes widening as she says "You know... she doesn't have to know."

"Solo," I begin and she quickly realises that tactic won't work. It almost does but she doesn't need to know that.

"Alright, alright," she says raising her hands in her defence. "But, if you have to tell her can we at least agree on a story."

She wants me to lie. She knows what she's doing is ethically wrong from the quiet, pleading look in her eye she has the dignity not to verbalise. 

"Solo." I lower my voice now, trying to maintain some semblance of control over the situation when it comes to her. "You know I have to tell her exactly what happened."

Although I can't deny I've been debating over the last few hours if the truth is such a good idea. It'll reflect badly on me the fact I stormed off after the fight and let her run off but I can live with that, however something thing tells me she can't live with the thought of Leia knowing the truth. 

She's quiet before sitting down on a crate, elbows on her knees as she lowers her head for a moment before raising it and asking "Have you figured out why I was stripped of my rank yet?"

"I was told second highest level of insubordination other than mutiny," I answer, having my theories along with what Snap's told me, but I think now I know the answer. "Leia decided to leave that up to my interpretation."

She nods to herself, and that cloud of grief that so often hangs over Leia... it seems it extends to her as well. But along with the grief, there's guilt. 

"I was sent on recon to a planet in the border regions due to First Order activities," she begins and I sit down on the crate beside hers to listen. "They were seizing the mining colonies for resources but it turns out they were seizing more than that. They tried to take every child below the age of twelve, the ones who were older were put to work in the mines because they're harder to indoctrinate." I want to lower my eyes but I can't help but look at her and the pain etched across her face as she recounts it. "When I was a kid Imperial remnants, or I suppose the beginnings of the First Order, tried to take me. My brother he-" she stops herself sharply, for just a moment the pain in her eyes becomes utterly raw and she swallows a shaky breath before composing herself. "He shot the man who grabbed me and I was able to make a run for it, the kid who was with us wasn't as lucky. She'd be another one of the thousands who've been taken and indoctrinated into being cannon fodder."

The image of her brother's name with deceased written beside it comes to mind now. Leia's never once spoken or even referred to him, but it seems that loss hit Hope brutally and I wonder for a moment just how close they were. As an only child I can't really know what it would be like, but I know how the pain of loss persists. 

I also know how a kid sees their parent as a hero, but it seems it might not have been her parents she idolised, but her brother. 

"How old were you?"

"Four," she answers and I shake my head. "So when I saw that... I couldn't just stand by and something in me snapped. I killed the stormtroopers and intercepted the transport with the kids on board. One of the kid's parents had caught up to them and was able to pilot the transport to a safe location, meanwhile I grabbed the officer who had been overseeing it." It's then she hesitates. "What I did wasn't pretty and broke the most crucial laws of engagement, and the Yavin Code, and the moment I turned my back for a second he's gotten that device and bit down on it just like the agent on Batuu before I could kill him myself. It's why I'd attacked the agent how I did, because they don't operate like we do Poe. They'd sooner kill themselves than face justice, they're ordered to kill themselves. How are we meant to deal with people like that without force when I know exactly what crimes they're guilty of?"

Morality, it's something I struggled with for a long time, especially when I first left Yavin-4 and was thrown into a different world where nothing is as simple as right and wrong. I have no doubts about what she did, but nothing is black and white. I had my darker moments too with the Spice Runners, although for different reasons than the rest of the crew. 

The moment I was confronted with human trafficking still lingers in my mind now, and when I got my hands on the guy overseeing it that wasn't pretty either. Zorii had to stop me from going further, telling me if I killed him someone worse would take his place. She'd almost laughed at the thought I was actually going to go through with it after having spent months trying to avoid violence and casualties at any cost, but what I saw pushed me to the edge. I'd been shocked by the chill in my voice, knowing that killing him would mean he wouldn't be able to do it again and I think I would have gone through with it if she didn't stop me. Not because she believed it was wrong, no, but because they still needed to work with him despite what he'd done. 

In a way I know that Hope's own attack that got her stripped of her rank had been driven by that same anger at seeing injustice and seeing a solution to it, no matter how dark, and being held back from it. I couldn't deal with not being able to do anything to stop it, having just about broken my hand after driving into a wall when Zorii laid into me about trying be a hero instead of a Spice Runner. That was the moment everything changed for me and I wonder if it's the same for her, desperation to stop something out of our control.

"You're right, and I shouldn't have reacted how I did considering what he'd done," I say quietly, knowing how easily she could have been killed right when we were about to have it out in the middle of the street, but still remind her as much as myself. "But we have to be better than them, otherwise what are we fighting for?"

"I know," she admits, and those are the words I least expected her to say. "And despite what everyone believes I do try, there's just questions I need the answers to."

Finally then it all comes together and I'm not too fond of it, because I understand now why Leia thought her and I would be able to understand each other. I'll admit, I wish I could dislike her. I wish I could see that she was just bratty and commanding with no regard for anyone else. Those things aren't completely untrue but there's more than that. She's a traumatised person acting out in anger and trying to make things right the only way she knows how. 

Something I understand more than I wish I did.

But there's one question still on my mind and gently I ask "Why did you ask him about Kylo Ren?"

At the sound of the name her body seizes up. The name is one that's familiar to me, but shrouded in as much mystery as Snoke. Clearly it's less mysterious to her.

"He's Snoke's apprentice," she answers after a moment of thought. "A force user like I am. He-" she cuts herself off and shakes her head. "I'm trying to find out what Snoke is, and getting to his apprentice is the best way to get to Snoke."

I barely know her, but every instinct I have screams that she is lying through her teeth and sure enough her hands are shaking. She knows Kylo Ren. Snap had told me what happened at the temple wasn't an accident, described the wounds that are listed in her file. That the freak lightning accident that destroyed the temple was a force user like Vader. Someone had tried to kill her, and I'd bet my ship that it was Kylo Ren.

A darker thought comes to mind and I wonder if she knew him before that night, the anger in her voice when she demanded to know where he was... that sort of anger isn't directed towards a faceless enemy. She knew him personally. 

I look over and find her eyes on the ground, her hands clasped together and deep in thought about nothing pleasant by the way her lip quivers and I wonder from how guarded she is, if he was someone close to her? A boyfriend maybe, although I can't say the thought of that doesn't stir some emotions of my own in me. 

Whoever he was, she cared about him, maybe even loved him, and he left her for dead, and she's driving herself insane trying to track him down. 

"Are you alright?" I ask her and she looks caught off guard by the question.

"Yeah, of course I am," she dismisses, taking a moment before asking "Are you?"

"Yeah why wouldn't I be?" I answer just as quickly and she meets my eye, something telling me she sees through me a little more than I'd like her to. Although it seems that's mutual.

"It wasn't your fault you know," she says suddenly, concern evident in her voice. "What he did to himself."

"Well that's a change of tune," I can't help but remark, having taken that attack the hardest, and her face falls. That singular action has me backtracking. "It- it wasn't yours either, I shouldn't have blamed you for what happened when he took the shot at you first." 

I was shocked and throwing blame about without a second thought while struggling to process it, not knowing what her actual intentions were or what I'd just seen. One moment there was a blaster shot and the next he was screaming and then dead on the ground. I barely even remember what came out of my mouth, but she threw it right back at me.

"And I shouldn't have blamed you either for trying to do the right thing, we both reacted badly to the situation," she acknowledges, surprisingly seeming to have little issue with admitting that she isn't perfect. "But what I'm trying to say is that I get it. The first time that happened to me- I didn't really process it until later either. When you're up in an x-wing all the time, you're detached in a way. You're firing at another ship, not a person looking right at you. Coming from the Navy you wouldn't be used to seeing that kind of thing."

"I've seen enough, I'm not exactly a stranger to the things that happen out there," I find myself saying, and she blinks as if remembering something. 

"Your dad worked with mine didn't he?" she asks out of the blue and I'm genuinely surprised she'd know anything about my parents considering who hers are. "Pathfinding?"

"Yeah, Han Solo led the strikeforce my Dad was part of," I say and she nods to herself, looking at me a little differently but I can't quite understand why. "Why the question?"

"I just remembered where I'd heard your last name from, that's all," she says, seeming a little ominous about it, but she seems to warm to me a little more. "You know how old guys like to reminisce about the war after a few drinks."

"Yeah," I nod, going along with it, trying to remember back to when I was a lot younger and would actually hear those stories from him rather than the silence that would come later in life to try to deter me from following after him. "So, if our dads could work together for a whole war do you think you and I can work together for eight whole minutes to pull off this mission?"

There's that glint in her eye, that spark, as she teases "Eight minutes is a long time."

I find myself leaning forward towards her, lowering my voice. "Could be longer?"

"Try not to give me orders and I might just not mind," she says, lip curling upwards as I catch the mischievous glint in her eye. 

"Partners then?" I compromise. Officially Leia's told me this is my mission to oversee, but I think I know by now there is no giving orders to the daughter of Leia Organa. She's said she's her father's daughter but somehow I can't help but feel she's underestimated her own contribution.

"Partners," she agrees and she raises an eyebrow as I extend my hand to her. "Handshake?"

"To seal the deal."

She holds my eye as she takes my hand, her grip firm not that I should expect anything else. All things considered she might be a little insane, but from what I've learned that's hardly her fault, and I can't say I mind when there's a hell of a lot to like. 

"Might even get to that first name basis," I tease and she laughs, it's a sound I like when she's not laughing while she's mad out of her mind. Although even then, I'd be lying if I said she didn't make me feel some sort of way when she's mad, but there's no way in hell I'm ever letting her know that.

Neither of us quite move to let go of each other's hand, electricity coursing through the touch. "Don't push your luck, Commander."

My flirting isn't intentional, but natural as I find myself leaning in closer. 

"I don't know, luck tends to be in my favour," I say and her eyes brighten as I run my thumb along the edge of her hand, every resolution I'd had before she stepped onboard this ship flying right out the cockpit along with any common sense. 

And right on time to remind me about the dangers of not thinking with my head Leia's ship lands in the hangar.

"It doesn't seem to be in mine," she coughs as she stands upright, neither of us having noticed how physically close we'd become until then, and I keep a more respectable distance as we both stand at attention but my eyes are on her rather than where they should be. 

Leia steps out of the ship and seems surprised to see us together. "Commander Dameron, Hope."

"General," we both greet and Hope looks to be doing everything she can to keep herself composed and I realise the last thing any of us need is for her and Leia to have it out over what happened on Batuu when we're about to try to pull off the most dangerous mission the Resistance has undertaken.

"How did it go acquiring the ships?" she asks us and raises an eyebrow at the panic she no doubt senses. "Do I want to know how they were acquired?"

Hope's eyes dart towards me and I just shake my head dismissively. "Not much of a story to tell, some bartering but nothing overly eventful."

She hums doubtfully and Hope's tense beside me but manages a nod and Leia looks between the two of us cautiously. "Do you have everything you'll need?"

I look at Hope now who answers "Yeah, I think we've we've got everything."

She can't quite look Leia in the eye, and I wonder how things became like this between them after the recording I'd seen of them in the senate. Until then I was confident in my assumption she didn't respect her, but I was proven dead wrong. She defended Leia more fiercely than anyone and yet here they are. When I was a teenager it was similar with my Dad and I. Worse even. I was grieving and angry and wanting to run free while he was holding on too tight. I wonder if it's the same with them. 

"Well then, I wish you the best of luck," she says to us, her voice heavy as Threepio comes to stand behind her. "Because you're going to need it."

"Hey, never tell me the odds remember?" Hope tries to jest and there's a pained look in Leia's eye as she manages a smile and cups her daughter's face until Threepio speaks up,

"Well actually the odds are-"

"Threepio," her and Leia both warn and Threepio turns away now as Leia brings Hope into her arms. She looks like she doesn't quite know what to do with it but eventually returns the embrace and R2 beeps beside me happily, almost in relief.

I think everyone standing witness shares that relief. 

Leia pulls away and speaks to both of us now, her voice as nervous as I've ever heard it as she orders us "Make it back in one piece."

Hope and I both nod and give our assurances, and with that she leaves us to prepare. In my peripheral I swear I see Hope wiping a tear from the corner of her eye before turning to me, her voice is quiet but genuine. "Thank you."

I can't promise I won't have to say anything when we return, but for now we both need our heads in the right place and so I put a hand on her shoulder as we look at the ships, fitted with the concussion missiles. "You ready?"

Her eyes meet mine and her lips curl into a dangerous smile. "Are you?"

My smile matches her's now, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little too excited for this mission considering the odds of not making it out alive.

But with her by my side... I can't help but feel like the odds are in our favour. 

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I’ve determined that for my Shen Mei AU, it’d be funniest--maybe not the most logical, but definitely funniest--if she unintentionally Horse Girl™’s her way into being the stallion Bingge’s girlfriend -- after having spent most of the earliest parts of SVSSS trying her damnedest not to potentially end up in Bingmei’s harem. That ultimately didn’t exist at all.

Like! Absolutely unintentional, but because Ning Yingying is like the second person Bingge properly meets after Shen Qingqiu... she can’t help being the one to notice her brother brought back the wrong Binghe.

She’s less averse to being called Yingying than the OG is in canon. So that’s not what tips her off (though it is odd), but like... 8′| Her brother’s boyfriend would never attempt to flirt with her. This is. Incorrect. How do backpedal from situation??? How do tactfully reject a Binghe that’s actually kind of scary?

Well, she’s may be kinda banking on the fact that he probably won’t hurt her? Probably. Maybe. And though she’s a bit frightened, she’s doing her best to stay Really Very Nice to him, because she knows what this guy’s been through--and, yes, what he’s capable of. Though, she’d also just sorta like to be nice to him in general, too? Perhaps try to gently explain that things are different here.

Um. Actually, it’d be really bad if her brother came back to this Binghe without his Binghe around, huh. So she resigns herself to maybe? Hanging out with Bingge? If he’d like that, and-- Oh! Hey, there’s someone she thinks he might like to see, because You never had the chance to meet your father, did you?

Do you want to?? He’s alive. She can’t promise how many pieces he’s in at the moment--it’s a long story--but he’s alive! Last she checked, Tianlang-Jun was still being kept at the monastery, so... it'll be fun! Because you aren’t going to get anywhere with the other girls, either. Trust her. Also, it’d be a real pain in the ass if Liu Qingge or any of the other Bai Zhan brats showed up.

Though! She assures Bingge that if anyone tries to give him trouble she’d handle it (and them, if she has to) -- not because he can’t, but because she insists. So, c’mon c’mon! Aren’t you at least a little bit curious? Besides, if stealing something from Bingmei sounds appealing... why not start with dad? She won’t mention that Binghe doesn’t really want anything to do with him, shh. That’s a secret~

....though, to be honest, Tianlang-Jun would probably love to hear about his, uh-- Exploits. Among other things.

Needless to say, Shen Qingqiu comes back & nearly has a heart attack

Binghe is gone.

Note from sister says she & Bingge are gonna go visit Tianlang-Jun???

The PS tells him not to worry, but how can he not worry?!

The Correct Binghe eventually returns to Cang Qiong mountain, which is good & bad (Binghe is upset)

This still leaves them with the problem of two Binghes

Oh Dear God Shen Yuan’s Sister Was Transmigrated Into One Of Bingge’s Wives.

TLDR visit with Fafther goes better than anticipated. It’s a little less Father-Son bonding than one might hope, but she wasn’t hoping for much per that regard, really. Just that they’d get along better than TLJ & Bingmei do -- which is thankfully a very low bar. It’s uh.. good for them? She thinks? Anyway, she likes Tianlang-Jun. They are acquainted. Y’know from the time Zhuzhi-Lang kidnapped her, but that’s an AU plot point to be discussed at a later date.

Having successfully navigated a normal(?)--for demons, probably?--conversation and leaving the monastery, Bingge and Shen Mei immediately have to contend with A Very Worried Elder Brother & Bingmei afterward. Oh no.

--anyway, this is all to say that Shen Mei was very serious when she said that if anyone gave Bingge trouble, then she’d handle it. She can’t hope to compete if things escalate, but she WILL stand between Bingge and Shen Qingqiu and chastise her brother for being Mean To Him. Which Bingge doesn’t. really. know what to do with.

He’s perfectly fine with starting a fight. Bingmei’s fine with a fight. Yet, there is a cute lil Ning Yingying yelling at her shizun for his sake??? Like, he has NO idea that they aren’t actually NYY & SQQ, so the impertinence on display is far more than he would have ever expected from the sweet, albeit air-headed Shimei he’d married. Everything is backwards.

It pisses him off. It hurts. It’s unfair.

Shen Mei only just barely prevents an altercation by throwing herself at Bingge and activating her rightful powers as a Little Sister™ (and like. an alternate version of one of his wives?) -- becoming a clingy, doe-eyed mess and begging really, really hard. Please don’t fight. I don’t want you to fight... I won’t let them bully you, okay? Q~Q

Which is simultaneously much more like the NYY Bingge knows & not. Frankly, Shen Qingqiu looks like he’s about to die, because that’s still his Actual Sister!!! Bingmei, on the other hand, is flummoxed and pretty offended. (NYY is gonna be on his shitlist for a hot minute, oops)

Ultimately, Bingge manages to reclaim his sword & fuCKING eSCAPES. Because he’s a loser and this is more Feeling than he can handle. He’ll be back, though. Eventually.

RIP to Shen Mei, who understands not what she’s done. Also, she prefers girls, so... trans!girl Bingge, let’s go.

#I like my AU's niche & incomprehensible #AUs made for me & me specifically #Shen Mei AU #shen yuan's sister #SVSSS #Luo Bingge #also Bingge's pronouns don't matter (to him or actually) #because there's no difference in spoken Mandarin #--or written Mandarin at this point #她 for ''she'' is a relatively recent invention #and wouldn't have been around #so it's 他 all the way down baby #for other gendered terms it probably depends on the person LOL #some people s/he'd gut for using femme terms & that's just how it is