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fanfic-obsessed · 9 months

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Knowing

I have just had the worst, or best, brainwave and I need to share it.

Here is an AU for you.

Vader thinks that he killed his wife and child, right?

Right up until he meets little Leia Organa when she is 10 years old. Like his one brain cell woke the fuck up when he was confronted with a passionate, angry little girl with Padme’s eyes and his chin. This is maybe a month after she was kidnapped and returned to Alderaan. Leia decides that she would need to learn how to be a senator and insists that Bail takes her with him to the next session of the imperial senate.

Bail does not want to bring her to the imperial senate. However he knows very well who her birth parents were, it is either Bail brings Leia to the Imperial Senate or Leia brings Leia to the Imperial Senate, probably bringing with her someone she really shouldn’t (Like actual Obi Wan Kenobi-I just want you to picture for a moment, because Bail certainly did, looking up and realizing that Leia is charging down the halls outside his office, dragging with her a bemused and sandy Obi Wan, both in badly conceived disguises).

Bail is super stressed as he tries to run a rebellion while riding herd on his well meaning but very direct 10 year old daughter on top of his normal duties as an imperial senator. Bail is also very afraid that the moment the Emperor sees Leia, he will make the connection between Leia and Padme Amidala (The emperor does not socialize with the senate any longer, thank the stars). He has no idea that Vader was once Anakin Skywalker, so has no cause to be more careful than normal (because Vader) about Vader seeing Leia. As such Bail does not even notice when Vader stops to consider them from the shadows. Leia is haranguing another planet’s senatorial aide who had chosen the wrong moment to make a bigoted joke.

Vader is very abruptly, though mentally, thrown back to this very hallway 12 years earlier where he watched his wife do the same thing, for the same reason, possibly to this same aide. Though Leia is still a child and Padme was an adult, he can still see his wife in this little girl.

The realization that this is Padme’s child hits him with the force of a Ventanor. Followed immediately, before he even realized that this meant that his child was standing in front of him, by the soul deep knowledge that she must be protected from the Emperor at all costs.

Vader had known for years that his suit had been designed to cause him more pain, he just thought he deserved it. The thought of Palpatine getting ahold of Padme’s daughter was abhorrent. Vader sticks to the shadows and watches, seeing how well Bail loved and protected Leia.

While he is thinking(read Obsessing) about his daughter, the part of him that is always centered on Obi Wan points out that his old master had been one of the last people to see Padme after Vader choked her. But the little voice that spoke in Padme’s tones piped up, the shock of Leia living being enough to finally make this little voice loud enough to be heard, saying that until recently Obi Wan believed that Anakin Skywalker was all the way dead, he was protecting their child as best as he knew how.

And Vader has issues with just about every choice Obi Wan Kenobi ever made. But he will admit that hiding Padme’s daughter was the best option.

As Vader knows that paying too much attention to Leia would draw the Emperor’s attention, he would be willing to wait until the right moment to get his daughter back. His one concession to his need to protect her was taking one of his personal guard, one of the few units still made up almost entirely of clones, and assigning them to be Leia Organa’s bodyguard, her shadow (I also want you to take a moment to consider what that did for Bail’s stress level). And then Vader gets to planning.

With his one brain cell awake and focused on the Organa’s it takes Vader all of 15 minutes to realize that Bail Organa is running the Rebellion (I want it to be clear, this is not a slight on Bail at all, Anakin Skywalker was a war general, well educated through the Jedi on a number of subjects, and does have a fair measure of politics learning from both his former master and his dead wife). However Vader is no more loyal to the Empire than Anakin was to the Republic. In fact, upon realizing that Padme’s daughter had lived Vader firmly decided that he needed to find a way to kill Palpatine to crown Leia. With the realization that Bail, and likely Leia (neither Vader nor Anakin have any idea what activities are appropriate for a 10 year old), are part of the Rebellion, Vader decides that The Rebellion would succeed (or everyone would die trying).

Note: Vader only really gets away with no one realizing that he now supported the Rebellion because, well, no one can quite believe that Darth Vader supports the Rebellion. Most people think there is a new type of Space Madness, and that one of the symptoms is hallucinating Darth Vader giving you intel for the Rebellion.

By the time Leia was a teenager, rumors abound about the odd way that Vader acted around her. By sheer happenstance (and some judicial violence on Vader’s part) these rumors had never reached the Emperor. A good deal of these rumors implied that Vader was looking to the Princess of Alderaan as a wife. The reaction Vader had, the only time it was brought up in front of him, was…impressive, even for the amount of violence he normally dealt out. Still there are members of Vader’s personal guard who watch over Leia whenever she is on Imperial Center, and no one wants to repeat the time when she was 12 when one of Bail enemies tried to kidnap her for ransom. It took an entire corps of engineers to put those levels back to rights (after they scrubbed the blood off).

So we get all the way up to the timeframe of ANH. The Death Star in this does not start out under the control of Darth Vader. It starts out under the control of Tarkin, it is important to note this. Leia still sends out R2D2 and C3P0 to find Obi Wan Kenobi, none of that part changes.

It is after Leia is captured that Darth Vader shows up (does he lurk silently in any system that Leia is due to be in as often as he can get away with…why yes, yes he does). Tarkin had wanted Leia tortured, however no one wanted to find out how many decks Vader would spread their entrails across for touching her. Vader arrives on the bridge just as Tarkin is threatening to blow up Alderaan. Tarkin orders the weapon to begin its charge.

Leia, Leia who is so like her mother in that she will use every weapon in her arsenal, turns to Darth Vader and speaks to him for the first time. ‘Please’ she said, no effort to hide her distress, ‘please save my planet’

Something Leia had no cause to know-An angel who she resembled once thanked Anakin Skywalker for saving her planet.

Tarkin is dead almost before she finishes speaking. Vader orders the DS weapons to power down and disengage, which is done post haste. Then announces that Leia Organa was now in control.

So Leia now owns a Death Star (genuine article-never used). Leia is not sure if that is how this works, but no one is arguing with the tall man in black who has OPINIONS and will enforce them. Leia manages to communicate this to her parents, who take a shuttle up to the space station to figure out what the fuck is going on, and what, if anything, they need to do next.

Two hours later: Obi Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, R2D2, C3P0, and Chewbacca have just been caught trying to sneak onto the Death Star. The Organas are still on board, trying to get answers (In that time Vader has said precisely five words to them ‘You have raised her well’). It is to this room that the troopers manning the station (who are deeply confused and a bit conflicted because it seems like they may have all been forcibly defected from the Empire, but no one is willing to disobey Lord Vader) bring Obi Wan and co. and present them to Leia, as she is considered in command. Somehow Luke’s full name (I kind of picture him still dumbly introducing himself to Leia, followed with ‘we’re here to rescue you’) gets used before the situation deteriorates. Which naturally causes everything to deteriorate further and faster than before.

Far away on Imperial Center, the Emperor pauses in the middle of a hallway ‘I feel’ he says to no one ‘a disturbance in the Force.’ another pause ‘like some shit has just hit the fan’

Far away on Dagobah Yoda looks up, ‘weird, shit just got’

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muzsmoux · 18 days

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Reviewing tgcf characters because I have thoughts

I finished S2 recently and I need somewhere to put my not exactly hot but like warm (?) takes because it's taking up too much storage space in my brain.

🤍 Xie Lian 🤍

It's a good thing I'm not into guys because if I was I would be on my knees for this man in every sense of that expression and his pet menace to society would mince me up like garlic.

So I'll try to be brief about my overflowing feelings about him. Xie Lian is the best main character I have come across in a WHILE. He's the embodiment of compassion and kindness. And also a cold blooded murderer. A babygirl. A father figure. A terrifying martial god. A silly little guy. A pathological liar. The most genuine man you'll ever meet. He's everything, and Hua Cheng is 100% valid in his obsession. I'm right there with him.

Rating: 10/10

❤️ Hua Cheng ❤️

Idk if we ever figured out who wrote My Immortal but I'm pretty sure we have our culprit.

"Hi my name is Hua Cheng Crimson Rain Sought Flower Red-Robed Ghost King and this is my evil weapon of death E-ming. I've killed soooo many gods with it!! My dark power is I can summon storms of BLOOD and SUFFERING. I have my own scary city of DEMONS and they all love me and think I'm HOT but I only want my BOYFRIEND who's the only REAL GOD so STOP FLAMING HIM YOU POSERS-"

Needless to say I love him. Being the 8 time winner of the Loverboy of the Century Awards with unbeatable records in the yearning olympics is truly a remarkable feat.

Rating: 9/10

(Bonus: E-ming. Cute little guy. Likes his stepdad more than his real dad. Not afraid to show it's feelings even if it makes it look like a muppet, 10/10)

🧡 Feng Xin & Mu Qing 🧡

Tweedle dee and tweedle dum gets a shared rating because they would hate to be grouped together like that and that's funny to me. Their dynamic is great, they're good characters, I wasn't sure which one was which until midway through the second season. But then also I have a pair of 7yo twin cousins who I still can't tell apart despite them not looking even a slight bit similar so that might just be a character flaw on my end. Oops.

Rating: 7/10

🩵Shi Qingxuan🩵

I'm doubling the rating because she is best boy and best girl at the same time. I love that I can use any and all pronouns for him because he's literally a pride parade personified and therefore all of them are correct. You don't get that type of chaotic fun just anywhere.

He is truly living my dream, presenting as whatever gender they want depending on what's more convenient and/or funnier in the moment. Super useful, for things like gathering intel and terrorizing Feng Xin by being a woman.

And I personally think we should crown her the new emperor. She'd look significantly better on that throne, with her Barbie-like radiance and flourishing Kenergy.

Rating: 20/10

🖤 Ming Yi 🖤

Listen, I hate to say it because I like a sunshine x grump moment as much as the next gay but he's just... not giving what he thinks he's giving. Everyone is whispering ominously about him having some dark devastating secret but MY point is no matter how big his boobs are in his female form, Shi Qingxuan could do better. I'm sorry. She really could.

Rating: 4/10

💙 Lang Qianqiu 💙

Just an honest man with good intentions and a sickass fucking sword. He did NOT hesitate to attack the infamous Crimson Rain Sought Flower on SIGHT and I respect a quick decisionmaker, even if it shows some himbo tendencies. He also has the same distinct energy as Fred from Scooby Doo.

Rating: 6/10

💚 Qi Rong 💚

He's got some odd dietary and moral choices going on. Definitely. But he's just such a fun villain!!! Being Xie Lian's nr 1 source of migraines SHOULD make me like him less but I'm sorry, every time he was on screen I was LIVING. He would do numbers on reality TV. Someone put this guy on Kitchen Nightmares, I need to see him 1v1 Gordon Ramsay.

Rating: 7/10

🌚 Jun Wu 🌚

He has his emperor status & DILF card going for him but something about this man just ain't right. If he came to a party I was attending I would cover my drink is all I'm saying.

Rating: 2/10

🔥Pei Ming🔥

I don't know much about him besides he had that one shady empolyee or whatever (could not hear the plot over the deafening sound of Hua Cheng's yearning) but I'm partial to a good manwhore character. The thought of people praying to him like "Hugh Mungus, who art in heaven-" really tickles me.

I know he's probably straight but I headcanon him as at the very least bi-curious because you can't be that hot with that much game and not use it for evil. (That evil being causing large scale gay awakenings among his soldiers.)

Rating: 7/10

❓Pei Xiu❓

Unreliable, unimportant, unattractive, unemployed.

I remember not a singular thing about him besides fucking up Xie Lian's daughter's life and also being on my last nerve from the jump. If you're going to be evil at like least be memorable about it, you know? You can't be a bad person and a bad character at the same time. Pick a struggle.

Rating: 1/10

📚 Ling Wen 📚

I heard she committed some war crimes but honestly if I had to do an entire realm's tax returns by myself AND teach Pei Ming how to read (I refuse to believe that man is literate, just look at him) I would want to rage on occasion too. I hope she has a hot wife waiting for her at home to give her massages after carrying the whole system on her back all day. It's what she deserves.

Rating: 8/10

Thank you for reading!! Opinions might change once I read the books but as of now this is it. Remembering everyone's names has been a journey and a half so this post is sponsored by @kirstenly 's character cheat sheet go look at it! and everything else too!!!

#heaven official's blessing #tian guan ci fu #tgcf #xie lian #hua cheng #feng xin #mu qing #shi qingxuan #ming yi #lang qianqiu #qi rong #jun wu #pei ming #pei xiu #ling wen #sorry for the long post #im just obsessed

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kasagia · 11 days

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In the last chapter of Right Hand, Feyd said he could just leave her behind and take other women without any problems if that's what she wanted; forced her into a confession; never confessed his own feelings; wants to kill people she was intimate with in the past, when he still has his harpies; his bullshit with Irulan; injected her with truth serum.... He basically treated her like a glorified concubine (the woman he supposedly loves) and her reaction is to act like a retarded school girl??? But my main question is: how does she not react about him saying that he could just leave her behind and have other women without any problems? He acts like he does not give a shit about her, only that he's mad that her attention is on others.

Dear Anonymous, thank you very much for your thoughts!

I'm going to play a bit of devil's advocate here and explain the actions of our boy and reader, so let's get started.

First of all, it is worth pointing out that the relationship between the reader and Feyd is not normal. They both have attraction towards each other, sexual desire, and so on. Of course, that's not all, because they feel something for each other: attachment (to some extent), admiration, respect, possessiveness (on both sides), and they like being close to each other. Nevertheless everything that happens between them is not healthy, sugary, or an example of how a relationship should be.

But back to the answer to the main question (how does she not react about him saying that he could just leave her behind and have other women without any problems? He acts like he does not give a shit about her, only that he's mad that her attention is on others.):

"(...) Is this what you want? For me to take another woman? For me to treat her the way I treat you? For me to leave you on this damn desert? Because I can, Y/N. I can fuck the other women, become emperor the easy way, and give you damn Arrakis, but you have to look me in the eyes and tell me that's what you really want."

Feyd doesn't say he wants to do that. He says he can if the reader wants to reject him or if she is sure she doesn't want him. (So technically, it is: I love you; you are important to me; I won't force you to do anything if you don't want to; but I won't be alone forever waiting for you to decide whether you want me or not.) And he asks such questions when she is under the influence of truth serum, because he knows that she will never admit to him what she really feels by herself and willingly.

Feyd has never loved anyone before; he has never had a normal relationship. That's why he resorts to what he knows: plotting, planning, and extracting the truth by force (poor Fevas). These are his ways. The boy here is just desperate. He must know the truth; he must find out whether the reader loves him or is just taking advantage of him, because temporarily it is convenient for her to be close to him.

And the reader understands that Feyd sees no other way, that he resorts to something like this to get the truth from her. Which doesn't change the fact that she's mad at him for it, but... the reader resists him for so long; everyone must have their moments of weakness, right? And Feyd proved in this chapter that he cares about this reader (not with words, but with actions; I will give examples later).

I think he is too harmed and guarded/self-protective to hover around the reader and shout that he loves her, to allow himself to be completely vulnerable with her, and to express his love and devotion in words. Therefore, Feyd's love language (here) is actions.

"You almost died." "You're exaggerating this. I thought you of all people won't be afraid of the sight of a little blood." You respond dismissively, which only makes his mood worse. (...) "I simply don't enjoy holding your almost lifeless body in my arms. I much prefer it when your heart beats strongly against your chest... like now."

Feyd, as we know him, does not hesitate to take someone's life; he likes to hurt people. But seeing the reader's blood? Having her bloos on his hands? Hold her as she fights death? It doesn't make him happy; hurting her isn't pleasant for him if... it's not intended to increase pleasure and sensations. (I think I wrote somewhere that the boy ordered to burn his clothes and hers from that day so that he wouldn't be reminded of it.)

"Don't kill him." You ask him, knowing full well that he will refuse. But despite everything, you cling to this stupid hope, not knowing why you care so much about keeping Fevas alive. "Why?" "Because I ask you. Please." For the first time, you look at him desperately, knowing full well that all you can do is beg him to change his mind. Because if Feyd Rautha Harkonnen decides that someone is going to die, then even the Grim Reaper won't be able to save the poor man from him.

Here. Fevas was… quite tortured by Feyd, but he kept him alive. He wouldn't listen to just anyone once he had decided something, but he made an exception for the reader.

"I am a Bene Gesserit. I don't love anyone." You answer coldly and without emotion. He stares at you for a moment before pushing you away from him. He no longer looks you in the eyes, though his eyes are still glued to your half-naked form. He stays in silent reverie for a moment, then breaks it with a bitter, hoarse laugh, shaking his head. "And I am a Harkonnen. We don't obey anyone." He growls impassively and pushes you away to get to the door. He returns to the party, closing the metal door behind him with a loud bang.

Our boy's black, rotten heart was slightly hurt here. Because how can his little witch say that? So, in an act of rebellion, he went to Irulan, knowing full well that it would hurt the reader as much as she hurt him. Yes, it's not healthy, but that's Feyd: If you hurt me and show me that you don't want me, I will go and show you that I am not a pathetic guy who is head over heels in love and that you have no control over me. (He failed miserably because, immediately after her leaving, he caught up with Fevas to find out the truth about his relationship with the reader.)

"The little witch shouldn't listen to this old man. The master likes the little witch very much. He threatened to kill us if we did anything to her." You frown at her sudden confession, but you don't question why she's doing it. You decide to brush it off. "I think we both know that he... likes to break his favourite toys only by himself." "But not a little witch. When the little witch was bleeding, the master became furious. The master almost killed his uncle when he ordered him to kill the little witch. The master watched over the little witch until the doctors said that the little witch would survive. And he told us to guard her door while he went away to kill the people who hurt her."

And the last one (because it's very late and I should go to sleep xD).

Would Feyd go against his uncle for anyone? NO. He wouldn't give a damn if his uncle told him to kill one of his harpies. He would just do it. But the reader? Fuck no.

Feyd still keeps the harpies close; it's true, but it's more out of sentiment. Because they were a little close to him, but now he spends nights and days with the reader, and since... he became a little close to her (*cough* trying to fuck her *cough*), he doesn't go to them and doesn't spend time with them. He treats them rather as... useful pets. Guard dogs.

To sum up, it may seem that Feyd doesn't give a damn about her, but to me, he must be so... conservative in showing his emotions. He will do it through small actions rather than words (which the reader notices; after all, she knows him best; they communicate without words).

He is extremely jealous of the reader, possessive and paranoid, because he is afraid that she will eventually run away from him, that she will get scared and leave him when he falls in love with her. He is afraid that he will give her everything he has; he will give her his heart on a platter only for her to trample on it, chew it up, and throw it away. So, he won't do it until he's 10000% sure that the reader really loves him and isn't going anywhere.

I hope you understand what I mean and what I wanted to show. 😅🙈

Thank you very much, anonymous, for your question and I'm sorry I wrote so much! Have a nice day/night! 😊🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤

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sebastianswallows · 8 days

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girldad!Feyd Headcanons

— WARNINGS: angst, but also fluff — A/N: In the canon, Feyd’s daughter with Margot was named Marie Fenring, and she dies a tragic death at quite a young age. This is going to be a completely self-indulgent fix-it. Enjoy ✨

Sure, he’s the most violent and unhinged madman this side of Gamma Waiping, but even Feyd knows there’s a time and place for everything.

The time being when the Atreides are defeated and the Emperor rewards him and he’s free to go after the Fenrings with his Harkonnen troops.

First, they find Count Hasimir, a frail little man with rodent-like features and thin greying hair. The Emperor’s oldest friend, and the best assassin in the known universe. Feyd knows better than to take him on in single combat, so he has his men deal with him while he goes after Margot.

He finds her in the furthest room of their castle past a cadre of guards that he makes short work of. She’s holding a little girl’s hand… Small and pale with thick dark ringlets, she looks just like he did as a child. He can tell even past the thick visor of the helm he wears — something made to not only protect but also block out sound. Margot knows it’s him just by his gait. She speaks, but it doesn’t matter. Her voice has no effect this time.

He sees the flash of a laser on the wall as his men join him and block the only exit. Feyd walks over to Margot, uncoils the little girl’s hand from hers, and takes her away. Lady Fenring will be brought to Kaitain to answer for her crimes against the once-young na-Baron. The Bene Gesserits, humbled after their near defeat on Arrakis, will not defend her actions — she has already served her purpose anyway.

The little girl looks up at him as they walk away with an unsettling and knowing light in her dark eyes. Feyd gazes down at her and, although she could not see his face, it was as if they’d always known each other.

But he also notices her little legs can hardly keep up with his stride. Oh, that’s right, children are smaller… He stops, kneels, and lifts her up into his arms as he carries her back to the ship.

He was actually nervous about taking off his helmet in front of her. What would she think of seeing a Harkonnen for the first time? They were so different from the soft and sunkissed people of the planet she was raised on…

But she had an eery calm to her even at the age of seven standard years. She regards him no differently than before and also does not acknowledge any need for reverence, even when he tells her who he is.

“Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen.” “Hello.” “And what’s your name?” “Marie.”

He found himself genuinely shy when he informed her he was her father, and was all the more surprised to find an impish smile grow on her face. “I know.” Margot must have told her after all…

She doesn’t cry, she doesn’t seem afraid, but Feyd comforts her the whole way to their home planet. He pets her dark crown of curls as she sits beside him on the ship, supports her back when she drinks, and makes out of galactic maps the most unusual of toys to distract her with on the long journey back. None of it comes naturally to him and for the first time he has to think before he acts. It leaves his nerves rattled, but every time she looks up into his eyes and smiles so innocently he gains his calm again.

Giedi Prime was not the first place he had in mind for raising a child, but the other planets he could lay claim to — Lankiveil and Arrakis — were not great choices either. Now that he was Baron, this was where he had to be — at least until the Emperor decided who should govern Arrakis following the trouble with the Fremen. The Corrinos left a cadre of Mentats in charge to oversee the change for now.

She hates the planet at first, scrunching up her little face at the stark white light during the day, at the poisonous smoke, at the vast black wastes filled with petrol. Feyd engages an ecologist the first week Marie is there and plans a series of greenhouses for her with the best water filtration systems spice can buy.

“Why can’t the whole planet be like this?” she asks when he first shows it to her. They walk through young trees, Feyd dodging thin branches of raw red and green while his daughter skips ahead like a lamb. “Because it just can’t,” he mutters. “But why?” “Because it would cost too much.” “How much?” “I don’t know.” “Why not?”

A secret communication arrives to the Emperor inquiring whether he has room in his court for a new assassin now that Hasimir Fenring is gone.

His days are split between official duties, training in the arena, and playing with Marie. He discovers a part of himself again when he is with her — that innocent part that had been lost or buried when he first got to Giedi Prime. There is a satisfaction in making it for her a less brutal arrival, even a pleasant one.

He finds her laughing as she runs through the long halls, tugging on the lances of the guards — who look horrified at the sight of a playful child for the first time, but stay obediently still — and throwing rocks into the oil pools outside the palace to gawk at the pretty rainbow colours.

She loves the vaporous transparent gowns the servants wear, and the servants love her too. They dote on her, fearfully at first but more boldly when they notice Feyd’s approval. The retention rate goes up starkly at the palace, as does the average longevity.

Everyone is puzzled about what to do with her hair, but Marie teaches Feyd to braid it the way her mother did. She’s not shy about berating him either whenever he gets it wrong.

And most nights he falls asleep with her in one arm and a holographic storyreel in the other. He wants to be the sort of parent he only briefly had, the kind he vaguely remembers from his years on Lankiveil.

He dreams of his mother now more than he ever did, and wakes up feeling sorry for how much he falls short. He has no idea how to care for a child, no idea of how to raise her, but he knows he wants to try. Wants to succeed, for her. Marie might not have been an intended child, the way he was, but she was his own flesh and blood and he’d be damned before he made her feel unwanted.

His harpies love her, of course. But he fears they do a bit too much and dismisses them not one month after Marie arrives on the planet. While he’s never indulged, he can only imagine with a frightful shiver how sweet and tender a child’s flesh is.

To the consternation of his people, he flies in tutors from other planets for her. Philosophers from Ecaz, musicians from Chusuk, biologists from Lernaeus, and even a historian from Kaitain itself. She has a Mentat but no Bene Gesserit to serve in her education. His uncle had been wrong about a lot of things, but the scheming of witches was not one of them.

Her bedroom — more white and pale blue than the standard inky black, and decorated with pink ribbons — has a court of dollies on one side and toy swords on the other. Feyd’s love of weaponry does not escape her and, in her childish innocence, she’s fascinated by it all. He takes delight in this, of course, but worries too. Imagining his little child with blood on her hands scares him, and it makes him wonder what sort of person his uncle was to encourage it in him.

In loving her, Feyd’s never felt more unloved himself. Sure, he had his mother and father at one point, but all of that was taken from him when he was Marie’s age. Since then, nobody had cared about him, nobody had even wanted him unless it was to fulfil a purpose. Not his uncle, not his brother, not even Margot…

He comforted himself now that he’d spared Marie of such a fate. His little girl would not become a glorified breeding horse for the Bene Gesserits nor a pawn in the Emperor’s games. He would fill her life with all the things he never had.

Marie grows as the gardens grow, and Feyd begins to speak with the professor from Lernaeus and a retired planetologist from Acline about plans for terraforming Giedi Prime, and one day putting Marie in charge. Her lessons become more structured.

A fact to which she protests, but not for long. She is clever for her age, and understanding, and nobody can explain to her better than Feyd that, although learning can seem useless and boring compared to play, she needs to prepare for the years to come.

“You like the gardens, don’t you?” “Yes…” “And you like eating fruit, right?” “Yes, and smelling flowers.” “What if you could do that all the time, then? Not just in the greenhouses?”

She comes to like the skies of Giedi Prime as well, and the way fireworks look like ink blots. Her every birthday is marked with an array of black and white that make the sky a work of art.

Marie never asks to be the sort of Baroness that always lays around, because Feyd doesn’t do that either. As she grows older he starts to spend more time with her during the day, letting her sit in on meetings, and they debate for hours afterwards on what course the Barony should take. He finds she is more brave than he is, but more reckless too.

“No, little melon, we can’t just declare war on them.” “But why? You know they’re spying on us…” “Yes, but we have no proof.” “Of course we have proof. How would you know otherwise?” “Proof needs to be physical or recorded.” “Let’s record them spying, then.” “Well now they know that we know, so they will have a different approach.” “I still think war would end the problem faster. Or challenge them to a duel!” “I’m getting too old for this…”

They see more of the planet together too, venturing to the caves and crevices that run beneath the surface, taking samples of the native life bubbling in hot springs and collecting crystalline samples.

He takes her to Lankiveil for her fifteenth birthday and they sail together through its icy floes. She loves the sign of whales off in the distance and sounding the ship’s horn, although the local food leaves much to be desired.

“It smells weird.” “It’s fish.” “They stink…” “You want a salad instead?” “Yes, please…”

By the time she turns eighteen, the Emperor has decided to put Arrakis back into Harkonnen hands, and Feyd is terrified. As bad as Giedi Prime is, he wants to see her on Dune even less. Marie can tell this, observant as she is. She’s grown more quiet when she’s thinking and less rash with her decisions, but loud when she wants to be, and daring.

Feyd doesn’t know what to expect of Arrakis anymore and has mixed feelings about it, but he knows one thing for certain: anyone who’s a threat to his daughter there, dies.

“I’ll miss Giedi Prime,” she says as they’re approaching orbit. “It’s finally getting green in places, and rainclouds have begun to form…” “You can go back any time, you know,” says Feyd immediately. “I won’t keep you on this piece of hell…” “I’ll stay,” says Marie. She has the same strange determination she had in her eyes the day they met. “I heard it has old terraforming stations… I’ll want to visit them one day.”

It isn’t easy ruling a desert planet, even one that’s been subdued, but the new spice flow makes it worth it. Feyd keeps Marie close, teaches her everything, watches her grow, and soon she’s sent in delegations reporting to the Landsraad. She represents House Harkonnen better than her great uncle did — and, to Feyd’s pride, better than he ever could.

#Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen #Marie Fenring #Feyd-Rautha #Feyd-Rautha imagine #Feyd-Rautha headcanons #Dune part 2 #Dune imagine #Dune headcanons #Feyd #Dune #feyd rautha #feyd rautha harkonnen #feyd rautha imagine #feyd rautha headcanons #sswallow;headcanons #sswallow;made a thing

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justcressida · 8 months

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Hello! I love your work, may i ask for a Navier Trovi/Cayena Hill x Record of Ragnarok. Thank you so much.

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- DEAR PRİNCESS

"That girl is the Emperor's sister. No matter how beautiful she is, beauty cannot be a true power."

Record Of Ragnarok X Cayena Hill! Reader

Beelzebub

Beelzebub was always cold and gloomy, with a heart made of a wall of stone.

You came across him while isolating himself from everyone, aware of his curse, while deep inside he was mourning his past.

No, it wasn't your beauty that impressed him. You... you looked like Lilith.

The same audacity, the same look. How could you, a weak person, look so much like Lilith?

The way you treat him makes him feel like crying. Partly like your domesticated, loyal dog.

He tries to deny it, but he likes the ways you don't resemble Lilith. You are spiteful, you have a strong will to live.You didn't want to be a puppet, you wanted to be the ruler, not the ruled, and you were.

Beelzebub knows you're using him, he's still a God after all, his Godly intelligence can't be underestimated, but sometimes he can't read you. You are so... Divine. At least Beelzebub thinks so.

Your desire for life next to his desire for death. You shattered all the walls he built around his heart in one go and he couldn't even stop it.

He is so helplessly afraid. One day, he may rip out your heart without even realizing it.

Please don't leave him. His sun, his moon, his love, his soul, his heart... Everything belongs to you.

Nikola Tesla

Nikola is a man deeply devoted to his work, it can be said that most of the time his eyes see nothing but science.

But every once in a while, after the protests of those around him or a failed invention, he has the grace to go out and realize the beauties he was unaware of until now.

You were just passing by him and he looked at you exactly like this ^°^

Actually, he thought you were a Goddess, but you didn't hear it from me, okay?

He is always enterprising in the things he is interested in, and you have risen to the top among the topics he is interested in.

The first thing he does to meet you is awkwardly follow you because he doesn't know exactly how to approach a woman like you...

He gave up asking Marie for advice because she was laughing when she told Nikola he had no chance.

Okay, maybe Marie was partially right because you were more beautiful than 97.5% of the beauty standards of Goddesses and human women.

Still, it is unknown why, you were the first person to talk to Nikola, you asked him his name (He grins whenever he thinks about it during sleepless nights, and it's been 6 months since then)

He's definitely a weird lover. In the end, you will either find him cute and take care of him, or you will run away from him to death. His puppy dog eyes are so cute though-

You weren't just beautiful either! You were strong, you were good at intrigue, you were smart, you could get what you wanted. You were exactly the type of woman he was interested in.

Maybe one day you'll love it too. Because according to Nikola's calculation, it's not that impossible.

#record of ragnarok x reader #ror x reader #snv x reader #ror nikola tesla #ror beelzebub #snv nikola tesla #snv beelzebub #Ror nikola tesla x reader #Ror beelzebub x reader #snv nikola tesla x reader #Snv Beelzebub x reader

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poetryandfluffycats · 1 month

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Dearer than I?

A/N: im a slut for 'student council member x delinquent' I know its niche but omg

Pairing: Keito Hasumi x fem!reader

Warnings: suggestive, angst(?) at the end, eichi mentioned, established relationship

Content: Keitos been hard at work for the student council, nothing unusual. You, as his girlfriend, feel he's working just a bit too hard. A little bit of entertainment wouldn't hurt either of you, right?

Words: 1.0k

Oneshot under cut!

Keito was a busy man, no doubt about it. So many responsibilities, so little time to juggle them all. Being vice-president of the student council was no joke, and although he was thankful to Eichi for taking on more of the workload since leaving the hospital, he often found that Eichi himself was the source of 80% of his headaches. Not that it was anything worth complaining about; Eichi was a force to be reckoned with, he just had too much power at his disposal.

If Keito could be completely honest with himself, he didn't trust the emperor as far as he could throw him. But in order to keep things civil, and to keep his own unit afloat, he kept his mouth shut. All his hard work would eventually pay off.

But, in the meantime, Keito was left to deal with some of the more bothersome issues of the council. Things like...

"Keito~"

Like you, his clingy girlfriend.

"What do you want, (name)?" He questioned, not bothering to look up and met your eyes. He already knew what kind of face you'd be making, the kind that made him melt into the palm of your hand. Lord, how unprofessional he had become.

You giggled, propping yourself up on the edge of his desk, pushing the paperwork aside to make room for yourself. "Does a girl need a reason to visit her favorite person in the whole wide world?" You batted your eyelashes, leaning forward to steal his glasses from off his face.

Keito growled under his breath, his eyebrows knitting together into a thin line as he finally looked up at you. "You're being disruptive. Unless you need something, I'd suggest you go back to class"

He reached his hand out to snatch his glasses out of your hold, a movement you easily dodged by slipping them onto your face instead. The frame was far too big for you, falling down the bridge of your nose and resting crooked on the tip.

Keito sighed, running a hand through his green locks. "(name), I'm serious" He held out his hand expectedly, just for his frown to deepen when you didn't immediately give back the specs. As if you actually would.

"Why? Don't I look so cute? Hey, I could be your sexy secretary!" You flashed him a wink, adjusting his glasses and posing like a stereotype from one of those cheesy pornos. "How may I serve you, Mr. vice-president~?"

"Go. Away." He demanded, standing up from his chair to loom over you, using his height as an advantage to try intimate you.

However, you had never been one to scare easily. In fact, you found it quite sexy. He'd always been strict with you, both in and out of the bedroom. It was a dynamic you enjoyed, you being his rebellious little girlfriend who couldn't take no for an answer, and him being the no-nonsense authority figure who wasn't afraid to put you in your place. Lucky enough for you, it was all too easy to rile him up. Just a few simple touches, a bat of your eyelashes, maybe a hint of cleavage and he'd be putty in your hands.

Forget Eichi, you were the real reason for Keitos headaches.

"You look great without your glasses, yknow? Such pretty eyes.." You choose to ignore his demands, instead hooking your fingers around his tie and pulling him forward, leaving barely an inch between your lips. "I just can't look away!"

"You shouldn't act like this here, it's highly inappropriate" Keito warned, keeping his hands folded behind his back and his voice steady, even if every fiber in his body was screaming at him to bend you over right then and there.

"Who says it's inappropriate?" You breathed against his lips, placing his glasses back over his eyes. "You're the vice-president, aren't you? You're the boss, you call the shots, do you not? Who's gonna tell you off?"

"That's not the point-"

"Then what is, Keito? Do you just not like me anymore? Am I not good enough for you? Is your work more important than-"

"Stop. Just stop" He sighed, finally allowing himself to move his hands to your hips but still keeping his distance from you. "Of course I still like you, you already know that. But you can't barge in here without a reason whenever you want just because you feel like it"

Your smirk faltered, twisting into a very obvious pout. That wasn't the reaction you had hoped for. Why was he treating you like some annoying kid? Didn't he realize how badly you'd been missing him? A pang of sadness shot through your chest, your hold on his tie loosening as your arms fell limp at your sides.

"I'm sorry. I... I did have a reason, actually" You mumbled, reaching into your jacket pocket to pull out a neatly folded piece of paper. "It's the notes from class. I thought you might want them, since you're so busy..."

Guilt hit Keito like a ton of bricks as he retrieved the paper from you, the sadness on your face tearing him apart. He has been too hrash, hadn't he? It was something he was constantly aware could happen, losing his temper at you when you were trying to do something considerate. How could he let your teasing get the better of him?

"Thank you" He said softly, trailing his hands down to your thighs and giving them a gentle squeeze before helping you off the desk. "I'll text you later, okay? No, I'll call you. I promise"

You nodded, flashing him a weak smile before turning on your heel and making your way to the door, head hung low like a kicked puppy. The door slammed behind you as you exited, the sound sending waves of guilt down Keitos spine

Keito hated seeing you like that, and he hated even more that he was the cause of your sadness. Looking down at his desk, messy with paperwork and trivial documents, he started to wonder if it was really all worth it.

Sure it was, the work was important and being a member of the student council was an honor to the school. But more important than you?

No. Not a chance.

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars #enstars x reader #ensemble stars oneshot #oneshot #keito hasumi x reader #keito hasumi #keito x reader #keito hasumi enstars #writers #writers on tumblr #akatsuki #akatsuki x reader

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lxstfathier · 11 months

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OOOH HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT WRITING POSSESSIVE BUT SUPER SWEET SITH!LUKE DOTING ON AND SPOILING READER (IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN...)

I’m not really into Sith!Luke (he’s way too pure for that 😭) but here’s a little fic for you anon! this was really fun to write and i hope you enjoy it! 💗

You caught Luke’s attention since the first time he saw you. And it’s not like you meant it, really, you are just a tie-fighter pilot, trying to do your job the best you can while trying to avoid any kind of trouble with him or his father.

You aren’t feisty or rude like all the other pilots. You know better than that. You are super sweet, kind and submissive, always looking down when walking by Luke, Vader or the emperor, waiting for their next order.

You’re quite a rare sight. Almost as if you didn’t belong to the empire. And that’s what makes Luke super fixated on you.

At first, you don’t notice that Vader’s son is trying to catch your attention too, until one day all of the male pilots in your fleet have been replaced by females. Something weird, considering that the empire always preferred the masculine forces.

You try not to think much of it, but then, while you’re walking down the hall with your helmet off, you accidentally hear the conversation between three stormtroopers. And they’re talking about you, gossiping about how Luke ordered to replace all those male pilots out of pure jealousy.

Jealousy? well, he’s handsome and you never thought you could be his type, so you feel extremely flattered.

The next day, when you step out of your room, there’s a small present waiting outside your door. You leave your helmet aside and take it in your hands, untying the bow and opening the little box, just enough to reveal the expensive gift. It’s a necklace, made of beskar and kyber, the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

You know exactly who sent such thing to your door, and you can’t believe it. Still, it’s too soon to wear it, so you leave it in your room and then go about your day as if nothing happened.

Everything goes as usual, like any other normal day at your job, waiting in the hangar for any deploy notice, watching some droids fix the damage on your ship caused from a rebel attack… until you suddenly sense someone right behind you.

“I can’t stand seeing you like this” Luke’s voice appears suddenly, and you immediately turn on your heels, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “You’re no pilot, you don’t belong to war, you should be by my side. Please join me, be my girl, and anything you want will be yours, i promise.”

Your heart beats like crazy and words get stuck on your throat, so you nod softly, throwing yourself at his arms, not even caring if the other pilots see you and start gossiping again.

After that, you’re not a pilot anymore, you’re his pretty little trophy. All your boring uniforms are replaced with the most beautiful designer clothes, you get tons of new jewelry, expensive makeup, and literally everything you ask for.

Luke absolutely loves spoiling you rotten. And the best part is that you don’t have to do anything! just look cute and be by his side whenever he needs you.

However, he only has two rules for you. 1: don’t talk to ANY males. 2: don’t get out of his sight for too long. One time you had a small conversation with one of your old fleet members, and well… the poor guy ended up stabbed by a red lightsaber.

“You can’t just kill people like that! he did nothing wrong!” you yelled at Luke, and he just shrugged, without a single trace of remorse.

“You’re my property, and they need to learn to respect that.”

And he’s right. After that incident everyone on the star destroyer is way too afraid to even look at you.

But you can’t stay mad at him for too long. He apologizes with a bouquet of some exotic flowers from Endor, and then hugs you tight, kissing your forehead while telling you that he won’t do it again (but trust me, he will, just behind your back the next time).

Once you start getting more comfortable with your relationship, you move into a shared room, and Luke lets you decorate it however you want, he doesn’t mind as long as you’re happy.

Sometimes, if he’s in a good mood and isn’t busy, he takes you out on cute little dates to any planet that you want to see, letting you wander around the big cities, or little towns, trying the local food and getting souvenirs.

And when you both finally fuck, oh god, he’s super dominant and rough, but always making sure that he doesn’t hurt you and that you cum at least twice every time.

You couldn’t ask for a more perfect boyfriend.

Vader doesn’t like to admit it, but deep down he adores you too, and is really happy that his son found someone like you, such a skilled pilot and pretty girl, to carry on with the Skywalker legacy.

#luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker fanfiction #star wars fanfiction

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i-bring-crack · 11 months

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But- but- @julyarya hear me out hear me out! @soulintheskies you too I need yalls to hear my freak out at 3am.

Woo Jin Chul arranged marriage to the Western Emperor Liu Zhigang.

O-omegaverse uwu

Okay no seriously, Woo Jin-Chul puts work above everything in his life, so of course Jin-Chul would accept an arrangement marriage when it means the kingdom would prosper and the heavy tensions between the Empires would be fine. He doesn't want any wars, and his little Empire despite being very strong and having a well structured culture, isn't as big and influential as the Liu Kingdom so granted, before a big fight dooms his citizens, Jin-Chul steps up for a marriage.

He expected to at least marry a lady of noble court you know as one does. But instead the next day he received a letter FROM THE EMPEROR HIMSELF asking if he would be a concubine of his harem.

"The Emperor is bloody beast, he will likely kill you and we can't another war just for you. Although King Gun Hee and everyone here would." Says the first commander of the army, and advises him to at least tell the Emperor to kindly fuck off if he thinks the son of the Emperor of the East would step so low as to become a mere concubine.

Much to the prince's hesitance, he send it, and adds that he will be happy to marry someone else of low court but would never become a mere concubine among many.

The Emperor replied back that he accepts the arrange marriage, and he agrees with the terms the prince has laid out for him.

So Woo Jin-Chul had now become the Empress!

"You carriage will come in the next full moon."

"Shit. Do you think he knows?"

"How could he know that you are an omega?" The first in command raises an eyebrow.

"Please don't say it so loud."

"Well your guards and I know about it. It's obvious."

"I know but what if someone hears."

"They will answer to my sword your majesty :)" The general puts the paper aside. "That being said, you are right, the Emperor might have known that you are an omega, but I wonder where he got that information? Hmm, did your pheromones stick to the letter you sent?"

He remembers writing on that letter at two in the morning, and then waking up to his face stuck to the paper. He did all he could to polish it as good as possible, luckily there was no drool or spilled ink in there.... but he did sleep over it...

"Ah..."

"I'll take that as a yes."

He didn't look back at the general who sighed at the outcome.

"Well, even so your sex was bound to come to light if your partner was an omega. And even he didn't know you were an omega, he probably thought to you as a beta, which still meant there was a choice for you to pop out some babies you know."

"But I had just had to be born an omega."

"No can do about thay. Anyways we should get you ready for your future wedding your Majesty. I've already contacted Lady Ju-Hee and Lord Jong-In to create the perfect gowns for your body—"

"Say, how did your partner hide all the hormones before he met you? Do you think he could recommend me something so that the Emperor avoids me as much as possible?"

The general moved her head with an "oh" written all over her face. "Jin Woo-ah just got physically strong that everyone thought he was an alpha at first. I know omegas get treated badly for not being strong, but when I met him, he told me he wanted to be just as strong as me." A smile appeared on him. "And he was so nice at that time I couldn't deny his request so I trained him until the very end. To this day we still spar but now he has even beaten me in terms of strenght :)"

"You don't mind that at all? That your omega could overpower you or something?"

"Alpha, beta, omega, girl or boy, I think anyone can become as strong or intelligent as they want to be and find their perfect partner who will love them no matter what. Who knows maybe this Emperor might be more reasonable than we think." She grabbed her sword "Although if he isn't. I'm not afraid to cut down his territory until we get you back :)"

"Miss Hae-In.... thank you..."

Right he shouldn't worry about this kind of stuff, his kingdom is even allied with the one in the south, a far more powerful country than the two of them. He still can't help but tug a little at his heart and think if this will really turn out well or not?

And then he has an epiphany.

He doesn't need to stay in that marriage for long right?

He can divorce him when the time is right, and the mean time he will just enjoy the luxuries of that palace and being treated like an empress until the Emperor gets bored of him, he can call off the marriage before the Emperor and then bam! Gets to live a happy and divorced life!

He doesn't mind it either way too, he isn't some kind of lovestruck prince trying to find love, for the most part he has never felt any kind of romantic feelings with anyone.

But then that changed the day of his wedding.

#solo leveling #solo leveling manwha #sung jin woo #cha hae in #woo jin chul #liu zhigang #omegaverse #bro ;-;#jinhae #liuchul #or WooZhi #idk bros #liu zhigang x woo jin chul

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frasier-crane-style · 5 months

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I think I cracked Gal Gadot

She's the twin to all those 'character actors in leading man bodies' like Chris Pine and Brad Pitt--she's a girl next door in a supermodel body.

She was so good in Wonder Woman because she got to play the character girlishly. She was happy, sad, afraid, concerned, lovey-dovey, hopeful, dispirited. Seeing her express strong emotions made you empathize with her and feel what she was feeling. The same principle as Luke Skywalker in ANH: he may be disparaged as whiny, but he didn't get to be one of the biggest pop culture icons of all time because people didn't relate to him.

The problem is, in everything else, Gadot is either playing a stoic, driven Strong Female Character (Fast & Furious, Heart of Stone, Justice League) or maybe a vampy girlboss (Death On The Nile, Red Notice) and it's just outside her range, not letting her show any of the charisma that made her so watchable as Wonder Woman.

Even in the DCEU, post-origin story, she's generally played Wonder Woman as brooding, reserved, stoic... a little like Luke in Return of the Jedi.

Now, that worked there because it was the end of his arc and he wasn't quite a Jedi. He still had to defeat Vader and the Emperor, he was conflicted, he got angry. Now imagine if they made a Star Wars movie set after RotJ, with Luke as a Jedi Master, and he was still the protagonist. It'd probably be a little boring, right? He'd be all-wise, all-knowing, infinitely patient. A good mentor, sure, but as someone relatable? No, I think it'd be a bit dull.

Which is the problem with Wonder Woman. Yeah, she can't stay a naif forever, but her as a perfectly poised, perfectly controlled badass just isn't much fun.

I think Patty Jenkins realized this was a problem with WW1984 and tried to course-correct, with an overlong first act that gave us Diana in love again, smooching with Chris Pine again, and having internal conflict again, but it didn't work. It was trying too hard to take Diana back to who she was and doing so in a not very effective way. Right idea, but poor execution. Especially since they wanted to start off with Diana brooding, sad, et al, so that her character arc would end in her being happy.

It's a thorny problem. They have Chris Pine die to give her angst, but Wonder Woman with angst isn't very engaging and they can't give him back for realsies and they have to line up with Batman V Superman at least a little. I don't know, I don't think they ever figured it out, even though they devoted the whole plot to fixing this and trying to show off Gal Gadot's very real charisma.

I don't really have a solution myself, I'm just a guy on the internet--I'm saying the problem is that Gal Gadot has gotten so big she can only take A-list parts and modern Hollywood blockbuster filmmaking says that Strong Female Characters can't be too feminine or show a lot of emotion or be vulnerable--the only emotion they're allowed is to be smug about how awesome they are--and Gadot is notably bad at playing these badly-written parts.

I think she'd actually be great pulling a Leslie Nielsen and making fun of herself, at least a little, but that requires more wit than an algorithm is capable of generating, so I don't think we'll see that for a while.

#gal gadot #wonder woman

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spinchip · 1 year

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Turn You to a Colder Summer

(a/n: I wrote and edited this during my breaks at work, don't judge my grammar mistakes too harshly hehe)

(Warnings: frostbite (descriptions of numbness), violence, blood, injury, torture, mentions of past self harm, mouth trauma, threat of potential death. Kai does not have a good time, but he lives. The Ice Emperor is a Bad Guy)

(Wordcount: 2600)

Cold fingers drag along Kai's cheek in painful friction, ice crystals cracking and cutting into his skin like nettles as the hand arcs up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear. The Ice Emperor's eyes are uncanny where they piece Kais gaze- black sclera where there should be white, burning electric blue where there should be warm sky, little flecks of gold that shift in and out of existence in the glow of the ice spires around them. No love. His expression is blank but not in the way Zanes usually is. It's cruel, clinical, and coldly detached.

Kai is bound in the floor, laid sideways to avoid the throbbing agony of brushing his frostbitten shoulder along the too-cold stone beneath him. That mark is hand-shaped, pressed brutally into his skin with a purposeful touch because Zane's ice couldn't get past the fire in his blood normally, not without excessive force or access to unlimited power. The ice blocks binding his arms behind his back and his ankles together don't sink frost as deep as when the Ice Emperor had torn him from his friends with an iron grip around his bicep. Their ambush failed. They were trying to escape, back through the tunnels Krag had shown them but he hesitated to follow, a part of him wanting to try and succeed where Lloyd had failed and draw Zane from the tyrant wearing his face. Kai knew better, he knew he couldn't get caught.

But he did, and now the Emperor is crouched over him with strange eyes and snowflakes trickling from his palm.

"He's not himself." Lloyd had said after stumbling back into the village- he’d left to look for the land bounty and had stayed gone three days, "If he catches you, he'll kill you." He promised, the sash from his ninja suit rewrapped tight over his belly and stained with his blood. The Staff of forbidden spinjitzu had a blade, after all. The Emperor was not afraid to use it. It was pure luck Lloyd had avoided the thick of the blade and hadn’t dropped his guts on the throne room floor.

To further prove his point and to save a life, he'd been dragging behind him a girl with each of her limbs encased in ice and delirious from blood loss, her mouth smeared with red where she'd coughed up bits of her lungs. He’d tapped her- just a tap against her sternum, the barest of hits that she’d nearly dodged, and he’d pushed ice into the delicate capillaries lining her lungs and frozen her blood half solid. The first breath she’d taken after had been agony, the second had torn. Akita. Lloyd had to tell them her name because she had passed out not long after arriving in the village- and when she tries to speak she was too out of it to form the right words. The blood flooding in her mouth wasn’t any help, either. Her body gave out once they began to chip her limbs free of ice, exhaustion claiming her. She was holding on to her life by a thread. Zane had done that.

No, the Ice Emperor had done that. It was an important distinction.

Kai, who'd just gotten his power back- the weak flicker that it was- had gone and gotten himself caught by the man.

The Ice Emperors eyes cut paths along his face, searching for something he knows is there but can't quite place. He'd been pacing around Kai for a long while, agitated and upset as he stared daggers at his prisoner. The frost on the edge of Kais cold and chapped lips reminds him not to speak. The Emperor has no qualms about forcing his silence. At first he’d thought the man was guarding him, too worried about the threat his powers might impose to regulate him to a typical cell under the palace. He was wrong. The Ice Emperor has no fear of him at all. Now he's so close Kai can smell oil, tracing burning cold lines into his skin as if finding the right path across his face will reveal what he's looking for.

Kai prepares for the eventual question. He also prepares for the scenario where the Emperor asks no questions and freezes his heart in his chest, but he hopes it doesn't come to that. He imagines what the Ice Emperor might ask- what the part of Zane still alive in him might push him to ask. There's no doubt that Zane still lives, because if he didn't the Emperor would have no reason to take any interest I'm him at all. He'd have been dead ten times over. Maybe he'll ask who are you? Or how do I know you? Or how do you know me? And Kai can explain to him that he loves him, he loves him, he loves him and that will make everything okay. It will. It has to.

Another long moment passes where the Emperor is crouched over him searching. Kai searches him too. Looks at everything in hope of finding the piece of the puzzle he can use to slot everything back into place. He's wearing completely different robes than he was before he was struck by the staff, white and gray and hand embroidered with diamonds made to glitter everytime he moved. His armor is growing fractals of ice in a messy, unkempt way. There's a patch where the icicles have been meticulously chipped away, but that chore was dropped and now they've been left to grow rampant. His face is dented and there's a patch of ice that's holding his jaw in place- an ugly crack from the corner of his mouth, a gap, and Kai can see where the connection between his mandible and skull has been snapped. The lopsided frown makes the break even more apparent.

The hand on his face is covered by a pure white glove. The hand on the staff is bare other than a thick case of ice, and Kai can see clear through it to the mess underneath. The titanium casing on his hand has been split apart to reveal his skeletal structure below. Kai has spent enough time in Jay and Nyas' mechanic lair under the monastery to have at least somewhat of a grasp on the basics of Zanes parts, so he knows what he's looking at. More specifically, he knows what he's not looking at. Wire- important wires, the ones Nya complains about because they have to special order them and they take ages to come- are missing. Not torn out, but neatly trimmed down near his wrist. The structure boning for his pinkie is gone, removed in the same clean fashion. There's more- Kai only knows so much, but he can tell the machinery underneath looks far more barren than a few wires and bone. Lloyd told them about the message in that cave, where he'd tried to fix the mech.

Kai can see it clearly in his mind. Zane, desperate and alone, taking the edge of a ninja star and sliding it along the near Invisible seam holding the casing of his hand together and shoving, cracking the connection points until it pops clean off. He and the mechs used the same type of wiring, after all.

The Emperor's voice is quiet when he speaks, the unfamiliar deep grit softening in the question meant just for the space between them, "Why do I hate you so much?"

Kais heartbreak over what might have happened in the cave stalls, every part of his mind thrown off rhythm with a question he never would have guessed he'd be asked. He can't articulate a response because he can't understand why Zane would hate him, and why that emotion would be leaking out into the Ice Emperor now.

"Zane-" He starts before his mouth is sealed shut with a layer of ice. Brain freeze hits first, sharp and cruel and like an icepick up through the roof of his mouth. Frost invades his mouth and glues his teeth together, crawling halfway down his throat. It hurts all the way to the roots of his teeth and he thrashes on instinct, bouncing his head off hard stone before he can control his reaction. Every part of his face hurts. There's a terrifying moment where the ice spreads over the back of his throat and seals off his sinuses and he's certain the Emperor has finally decided to kill him by suffocating him to death.

But the ice recedes almost as quickly as it came, though the Emperor keeps his hand over Kais mouth as a reminder not to slip up again. That was worse than the first time he'd done it, Kai doesn't want to know how bad it might be next.

The Ice Emperor's face is terrifyingly blank, a mask that gives absolutely nothing to Kai, so empty it scares him more than anything he's done so far. The interest in his eyes has fractured, and underneath is a hatred that makes the black of his pupils seem darker.

"You and your friends," his voice is still gentle, chillingly calm, "I hate all of you so much. I do not know why, but I do. I want to punish you."

Kai’s heart is jack rabbiting in his chest, beating at his ribs as adrenaline floods his system with nowhere to go. Fight or flight and he can't do either.

He takes his hand off Kai's mouth, "Speak." He orders.

Kai is woefully unprepared, stumbling over himself to try and come up with some way to remind Zane who he is. Lloyd told him that Zane said he loved them in his goodbye video. Why did that change? Was it the staff corrupting his mind? But the staff can only feed feelings that were already there. Did some part of Zane, some small part, really hate him?

"You're sick," he tries, his tongue darting out to try and wet chapped lips but its been hours since he's had a drink and his mouth is dry, "The staff is altering your mind, Zane. This isn't you. We're all friends! We love you!" He isn't above pleading and he pours desperation into each word, "You have to remember! I love you!"

The Emperor tilts his head inquisitively to the side as his expression flickers along the edges. Kai still knows Zane well enough to pick up on the minute changes- not a hint of it is kind. Whatever Kai said picked something loose, but not enough. Not enough. The light In his eyes changes but not in any way Kai can understand. He presses his finger to Kais mouth and seals it with another layer of ice, stopping his words. The air is thick, fraught with a tension so strong Kai can barely breathe through it. The Emperor looks at him. His eyes are so dark. He can still see Zane in everything the man does.

"I waited for you," the Ice Emperor speaks slowly, sounding out the sentence as if reaffirming its truth. A piece of Zane, just a sliver- a curiosity for the man crouched before him. It's a feeling, a certainty of a grievous crime, "And you never came."

It's bone chilling hatred.

It's betrayal.

Kais heart drops through his stomach and cracks to pieces on the icy floor. No no no-! He can't wrench his jaw free of his muzzle but he tries desperately to. He tries to scream, to howl and pour heat into his mouth- fire reacts to his devotion to his family, rushing through his body but again Kai is not enough.

We didn't know! We couldn't have known! We came as soon as we could! He thrashes on the floor, tries to bash his jaw down to shatter ice. He wants to grab the Emperor by the shoulders and shake shake shake him until his head pops off. I would have torn apart the sixteen realms to get to you! He's crying and the tears sting where they drip down his face. I would do anything!

He slumps, boneless and sore where his skin bruises on stone. He's thirsty, he's starving, and he's so so cold. The fire flickers out of him back down to an ember, faint and comforting if not much else. He blinks the wet from his eyes and sees the Emperors white white robes are stained with blood at the bottom. Above him, the tyrant moves.

Kai pushes himself back, the reality really sinking in. He was going to die here. No! he couldn't! He couldn't let Zane do this because when they got him back- and they would get him back, Kai has to believe that- he would never forgive himself. His back hits a pillar of ice and he looks around wildly, trying to figure out some way to get out of this, a smoking gun, a dues ex machina- anything! To stop what's coming.

He can do nothing. He squeezes his eyes shut as the Ice Emperor cups his cheek gently- but there's no ice stabbing into his brain, no agony of a literal ice pick lobotomy. The Emperors thumb wipes away an errant tear. A heartbeat passes before Kai hesitantly looks up at him.

The Emperor's face is still and serene, "I am not going to kill you, Kai." There is a moment of relief, even an inkling of hope before the chill comes.

It seeps into his skin from the Emperor's hand, down down through his face- It pours like slush through fat and muscle, cutting through his cheek to burn his gums and freeze the nerves in his teeth. It gets colder. Kai tries to dislodge his hand but the Emperor jerks forward and slams him down, holding his head against the stone floor as he pours ice into his blood faster, more brutal. Kai can't scream, his jaw locking against the bite of frost. It gets colder. It burns like the road rash he’d gotten the first time he’d wrecked his motorcycle, but a million times worse. Pain overwhelms all of his senses until he forgets how to breathe, hyperventilating and trying miserably to suck in enough air through his nose. His mouth is still sealed shut, he can't get enough air- he can't- His vision flickers with black spots.

It gets colder.

Feeling stops, numbness spreading like a balm over dying nerves. He stops struggling, taking advantage of the respite to catch his breath. His chest hurts with how hard his heart beats. His head is spinning. He looks up at the Ice Emperor with exhausted eyes and finds no pity, and especially no mercy. As Kai had struggled and sobbed in agony, he’d watched it all happen. He’d just watched. Kai is aware of the hand in his face by pressure alone, feeling blissfully gone.

The Ice Emperor takes his hand away.

He lays there and breathes, a tingling feeling spreading over his cheek. Pins and needles that turn sharper and sharper. With the loss of cold, feeling creeps back in and Kai is slowly aware of every inch of dying skin the frostbite has decimated. It hurts- it hurts like nothing he's ever experienced. He can't comprehend the pain, his mind blanking out as the blood roars in his ear. His vision goes gray at the edges as he struggles to stay awake. He can't pass out- he has to bring Zane back. He has to. He can't let him hurt the others. He can’t fail him like he did with the fight against Aspheera. Kai has to be enough. Please let him be enough.

The Emperor cards a hand through Kai's bangs, deceptively gentle as he wipes sweat slick hair off his forehead.

"I want you to suffer."

#ninjago #kai ninjago #zane ninjago #ice emperor #ice emperor ninjago #ns11 #blood #gore #frostbite #violence #graphic descriptions #injuries #serious injuries #torture #mentions of past self harm #mouth trauma #threat of death #ask to tag #spinchip fic

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avatarmerida · 1 year

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Spider-Man upside down kiss... But make it huntlow if Hunter and Willow met before the events of ASIAS.

I may have drawn something like that (exactly that) on my main blog and yes I'm selfishly asking for a fic... I can't help it I absolutely adore your writing... Your fics are my life force... ❤❤❤💚💛

OMG OF COURSE. I’m sorry the Spiderman references are non existent it’s mainly vibes and fluff

amazing art for reference

Hunter couldn’t help but notice her at the market place, as he was questioning the shop owner about a noise complaint they had issued. She had picked a rather big but lovely pot and was struggling to get a hand free to open the door. Instinctively, he rushed to the door to open it for her, flabbergasted as to why no one else did.

She murmured something he couldn’t quite hear as she struggled to balance the pot which was so large it covered most of her face. Despite the obstruction, Hunter could still tell she was beautiful. Her face was covered with specks of dirt and her hair was littered with twigs, but that didn’t distract from the way her peridot eyes reflected the light that shone through the door as he opened it.

“Oh, here.” He said, reaching out to adjust her glasses which had become askew in her struggles. Her eyes offered gratitude and Hunter suddenly felt hot for some reason. There was something about the way she didn’t act afraid or overly formal of his presence that made the simple action seem even more grand. Maybe she just hadn’t been able to see who he was but regardless he wanted to do a million little things for her, but sadly he had other duties to finish.

When he finally finished what he had come there to do, he had abandoned hope of seeing the girl again. Not that he wanted to. But he should make sure she didn’t require assistance. The Emperor’s Coven was supposed to help all citizens of the Isles, right? He never should have let her leave the shop in the first place!

The next weekend, he found reason to wander by the shop again. There was no reason to, and what were the odds she’d be back again anyway? He got his answer when he opened the door to enter and nearly ran into her standing in the doorway, holding an even bigger pot than last time. Apparently, the odds were very good.

“Oh, uh, watch your step,” he said quietly, holding the door open for her and hovering his hand under the pot to guide her safely down the small steps which she clearly could not see over the flower pot. There were even more twigs in her hair this time. She mumbled something again that Hunter could not hear, and he wondered why she needed another comically large pot so soon.

Normally he’d offer to carry the pot for her, never one to turn down a chance to show off his strength but he suspected the girl was stronger than him and he didn’t want to risk embarrassing himself by not being able to carry it without struggling. Normally he wouldn’t care about what a citizen thought of him but something about her simple mysteries intrigued him. At the very least he could offer her an escort.

He decided to follow her, but she was surprisingly fast even with such a heavy burden to carry. When he finally spotted her again, she was talking to another girl. Or, rather, the girl was talking to her and not too nicely by the looks of it. Her face was sour as she seemed to prevent the girl from the shop from getting past her for a reason Hunter could not understand. Even under the weight of the large pot, she managed to summon a small vine with her finger to pull the girl from her path, clearly having no time for such foolishness. Hunter laughed at the three-eyed girl’s angered expression, marveling at the way the girl with glasses composed herself. He had to admire her dedication and focus.

The three-eyed girl was less amused, and stomped herself free from the vine and continued her mission to bother the girl from the shop. Taking advantage of her full hands, the mean girl reached forward and removed her glasses, stopping the plant girl in her tracks. Hunter could tell she demanded them back but the bully only laughed at the request before throwing them to the ground. He could tell she considered stepping on them, but changed her mind at the last minute perhaps saving the act of cruelest for the future as she kicked them into the mud before walking away in delight. Hunter could see the girl from the shop struggling to summon another vine to assist her in picking up her glasses, but could not find the right balance. He assumed she did put down the pot out of fear she would accidentally crush her glasses. So Hunter acted as though she was summoning him and rushed to her side to pick them up for her.

He carefully wiped the dirt from them with his cape before deeming them worthy to return to her. He looked up at her confused face, as she squinted at him and smiled, in spite of himself. “I uh think you dropped these.” He said as he slowly leaned in to place them back on her face.

She recognized that voice. It was the same boy who opened the door for her last week. Such a unique voice, she could hardly forget it. She hadn’t gotten a proper look at him last week, she hadn’t even been able to properly thank him. As he came into view, Willow couldn’t help the pink tint that graced her ears when she realized who the owner was. Were her eyes playing tricks on her or was the head of the Emperor’s Coven really adjusting her glasses for the second time that day?

“Sorry, I think the frames are a little dented,” he said, as though he had anything to do with the damage. “I can look into getting them repaired and get them back to you- though wait no you probably need them all the time. They’re not too broken are they?” He asked once they were as balanced as they could be in their current state.

“You’re the Golden Guard,” she said in awe once her vision fully returned.

“What gave it away?” He asked playfully. “Um, sorry about your glasses, by the way.”

She blinked, adjusting to the slightly altered view and half expecting him to vanish as though he was a trick of the light. “It’s okay,” she sighed, as this was not the first time this had happened. “I’ve been meaning to get new frames anyway.”

“Oh well, that’s good,” he said, clearing his throat. “If I may, I think gold frames would suit you nicely.”

“Gold huh?” Willow asked with a smirk. Of course he’d be a fan of the color.

“Yeah, it’d go great with your eyes,” he said, leaning on his staff. “Personally, I’ve always been a fan of green and gold together.”

“Well, it’s nice to have a fan,” she said, using the oversized pot to conceal her blushing face. Did he always do such detailed follow up with the people he helped? Surely such flattery wasn’t a normal part of the Emperor’s Coven. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Yeah uh well,” he stood up straight, as though realizing he had gone off script and didn’t have another line prepared. This was quite possibly the longest conversation he had ever had where someone wasn’t trying to get something from him. Willow waited for him to say something else, though she didn’t know what. She wasn’t used to positive attention, thinking surely if he knew the reason why Boscha had thrown her glasses on the ground he would’ve left them there. Or maybe the mask wasn’t the only golden thing about him.

“So, do you have a- woah!” He apparently put too much weight on his staff and he fell to the side, losing his balance and bumping into the pot. He quickly reached out to address the mistake, accidentally touching her hand in the process. Even beneath gloves, the contact proved too much for some reason and he teleported away, leaving Willow confused and grateful and still wondering if she had dreamed the whole thing.

She had heard of the Golden Guard, but he seemed almost too good to be true. She would’ve thought he’d be scary and pompous but it turned out he was actually kind of sweet? He was mysterious too. As she continued her walk she wondered why he wore a mask when none of the other Coven heads did. Was he living some sort of double life? He was around her age, maybe he went to school, did things outside of Coven work. He was a public figure, one of the most powerful witches on the Isles, yet he had taken the time to fix her glasses and compliment her.

She wondered what he had meant to ask her. Probably just her name. But still, she wondered why he would need it. It seemed unlikely the Golden Guard had the time to remember the name of everyone he helped, why would he care so much about a clumsy witch he met in passing?

He had left before she had the chance to thank him.

He had no business to excuse his presence at the shop, but managed to keep it in his sights as he flew patrol from above. Up so high, it was difficult to decipher individual faces but he couldn’t help but feel he’d be able to spot her.

She must have enough flower pots by now, he thought. Not that he cared. But perhaps she was shopping elsewhere today, if she was shopping at all. Not that it mattered.

But he did manage to find her again.

And somehow, much to his dismay, so had the three-eyed girl. He noticed the girl from the shop had with her another large flower pot, somehow even larger than the previous two. This time, she had brought a wagon to help her transport it as this one was nearly as tall as she was. Once again, the other girl seemed bothered by this for some reason.

The shop girl looked more annoyed than frightened, clearly having better things to do than entertain the tyrant. While the three-eyed girl went on about something, the shop girl had taken out her scroll and was reading something, paying no mind to her pursuer. Hunter couldn't help but laugh at the twisted face the girl made when she noticed she wasn’t being paid attention to, the plant witch clearly growing tired of her presence.

The plant witch picked up her wagon handle and moved past the girl, running over her toe with the wheel when she refused to move aside. In retaliation, she reached out and smacked the heavy pot from her wagon and sent it flying towards the ground.

Before Hunter knew what he was doing, he teleported over to where they stood and caught the pot before it hit the ground. The girls gasped at his sudden appearance, one from disappointment the other from astonishment. Hunter was relieved to see which reaction was hers.

“I think you dropped this.” He said in the coolest tone he could muster despite the pot being extremely heavy as he returned it to an upright position. “How funny you seem to keep dropping things.”

“Ugh,” the other girl scoffed, clearly telling by the tone of his voice that he was not amused by her little prank. Instead of apologizing, she rolled all three of her eyes. “It’s a ugly pot anyway, smashing it would be an improvement.”

“Well I happen to find it quite endearing,” he said, trying to seem intimidating to the rude girl but appealing to the one in glasses who he couldn’t take his eyes off of. Thank the Titan for the mask she couldn’t tell he was staring. “Try and be more careful with it? I’m rather fond of it. It’s...pretty.”

“Pretty? Yeah, it’s pretty something alright,” she laughed, clearing thinking he would join her mockery. But he responded with a silence that spoke even louder.

“Were you prepared to reimburse her if the pot did happen to shatter?” he said, summoning the low, serious voice he used to make arrests.

“Oh please, she’s a klutz who will only end up breaking it anyway,”

“I’ll take that as a ‘no,’” he said, cracking his knuckles. “So listen here: from where I’m standing, you’re guilty for several accounts of harassment, public disturbance and damage to personal property. Now, I’m feeling generous today so if you were to apologize to the young lady here I would-.” He turned to where the plant witch stood only to find she had left. “Wait, where did she-?” His eyes darted around and he saw her walking along the path, her wagon behind her. “Hey! Wait up!” He called, vanishing from sight.

Boscha was speechless. Did the Golden Guard just leave in the middle of arresting her to chase after half-a-witch Willow?

He slowed his pace as he got closer, not wanting to appear too eager. He hopped on his staff and tried to act casual as he flew beside the mysterious witch.

“Hey,” he said as charmingly as he could, but she did not respond. He cleared his throat and tried a different approach. “I don’t think she’ll be bothering you again any time soon,” he declared proudly.

“Seems unlikely,” she said, picking up her pace. She expected him to leave, his job was done, but he continued to fly by her side.

“So… what kind of plant are you gonna put in there?” He asked after a moment, too genuinely curious to be cryptic at the moment.

“A Venomous Flytrap,” she said. “The one I have has already outgrown two pots this month.”

That explains all the flower pots, he thought.

“A Venomous flytrap huh?” He was clearly impressed. “That’s a hard plant to maintain, let alone grow into adulthood. I bet that girl wouldn’t have messed with you if you had that in your pot.”

“Are you making fun of me?”

“For what?” He asked genuinely. He had to assume she was the subject of ridicule out of jealousy. Clearly any witch who could handle such a dangerous plant large enough for this pot was talented and capable and showed restraint by not lashing out.

“I dunno, people usually find a reason,” she shrugged, unable to help being somewhat skeptical of his intentions. But at the same time she didn’t want to lose his company.

“Well maybe you just need to spend time with better people,” he said.

“Like you?”

“I mean, people tell me all the time I’m too good of a person.” he said, shifting to lay horizontally on his staff, placing his fist under his cheek as he attempted to seem effortlessly aloof in his flying.

“Oh, he’s modest,” she giggled to her palisman who buzzed in response as she rolled her eyes affectionately. Hunter felt as though he had never heard such genuine laughter in response to something he said. It was addicting.

“Yeah, I’m great at modesty,” he said, not knowing what else to say, only knowing he wanted to say something.

“Clearly,” she laughed. “You’re a man of many talents.”

“That’s me, your friendly neighborhood Golden Guard,” he said, giving her a small salute. “At your service.”

“Well, aren’t I lucky?” she said, a warm feeling bubbling in her chest.

“Well, the Emperor’s Coven is always there to serve you,” he said. “Well, not just you. Everyone. Of course, not just you.”

“Oh, you mean you’re not my personal bodyguard?” she teased giving a fake pout.

“Do you want me to be?”

“Do you think I need one?”

“Well,” he began flying above her and turned upside down so his face was on her level, continuing to showboat his flying skills. “You do have a knack for getting into trouble.”

“Well, maybe you just have a knack for helping me,” she said, spinning her finger playfully at him. “That or I have a golden stalker.”

“It’s my job.”

“Stalking me?” she said with a smug smile, unbothered by the notion.

“I mean, I was in the neighborhood.” He said with a shrug. “But… I was actually kind of hoping I’d run into you again.”

“Why?”

“Just... wanted to make sure you...r pots were safe,” he said, his mouth suddenly dry and his brain screaming. “I meant it when I said they were pretty.”

She stopped and quickly turned on her heel to face him, and he stopped himself before he crashed into her. “Well, aren’t you sweet?” she asked, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“Most people don’t think so.” he said sheepishly. He had never been called sweet in all of his 16 years of living.

“Well, you are.”

“Well, it’s nice to have a fan.”

Something about the way he said that sent a chill up Willow’s spine. She knew he only said it because she had, but not far beneath the surface of the sentence she could tell there was a touch of sincerity. She knew nothing about this boy and yet he made her feel special. Seen. Bold.

In Willow’s experience, people only used this tone for two things: mockery and flirting. And if he truly wasn’t mocking her, then that meant…

Willow tried not to read too much into it. Surely flirting was a way he passed the time on dull uneventful days. With a mask to hide behind it just be easy to speak without consequences. Calling his bluff was simply too tempting.

“This is my house,” she said, gesturing with her head. “Looks like your mission was a success.”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, wishing she lived further away. “So I guess… I should be going then.”

Willow smiled at the disappointment in his voice and took a deep breath before summoning the courage to speak her next sentence. “Well, can I at least give you a proper thank you this time?”

“Oh, actually we’re not allowed to accept tips.” He said modestly, viewing her company as thanks enough.

“Well lucky for you, buying this oversized flower pot ate the rest of my allowance,” she said with a sigh as though it was a great injustice of the world. “So look like I’ll have to find another way to express my gratitude.”

She stepped closer to him and Hunter forgot how to breathe as Willow placed her hands carefully on his mask. Despite its shine, she was surprised to see how many scratch marks it had, as though it was a cutting board. She slowly pulled it down just before his nose, exposing his lips which were pursed in a confused expression.

“What are you-?”

She tilted her head to the side, seeing if he’d pull away but instead he waited. She was close enough to see he was holding his breath and she took delight in his anticipation.

She noticed he had a gap tooth and it made her smile. It was adorable. She imagined him fighting back a lisp to ensure the crispness with which he delivered his noble words. Such a thin mask carried such a large persona, yet she felt as though she could see right through it if she just stood close enough.

She rose to her tip toes and leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to his. With one hand she held his mask in place and the other she placed gently on his cheek. Hunter tightened his grip on his staff, certain he’d fall off and ruin the moment. It wasn’t a long kiss, but Hunter still managed to kiss her back, lest she think her gratitude was expressed in an unwanted way. The blood rushed to his head and he had a feeling that would be the case even if he wasn’t upside down.

As soon as she pulled away and returned his mask to its proper place, he vanished from sight before she could say anything more. She stood in place for a moment, processing what had just happened. She hoped the vanishing was due to a prior commitment and not because she had done something wrong. But he had proven he did not hesitate to speak up when he felt something was wrong, so hopefully the fact that he had moved closer to kiss her easier wasn’t all in her mind.

Hunter watched her from behind a nearby tree, his heart racing as he scanned her face for a trace of regret or disgust. He did not see one and chose to end their interaction on that note. He couldn’t risk her finding out he wasn’t as cool as he led her to believe.

Willow shook herself out of her daze and picked up her wagon handle to head inside, the moment replaying in her head. She didn’t know how to explain what had just happened, and didn’t linger to read too much into us as she had an irritable and hungry plant to attend to inside. She would probably never see him again anyway, and who would ever believe her if she told them?

She didn’t even know his name. But she hoped she would have a chance to thank him again soon.

#huntlow #toh #the owl house #winter toh #willow park #hunter toh #ask

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lollytea · 1 year

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Im afraid of the person I will become if we get belos witnessing huntlow or eda and getting dejavu in the last episode

On one hand, I feel like the obvious person that Belos would sees flashes of Evelyn in would be Eda. Because she's her actual descendant and bears a striking physical resemblance to her. But also, Belos is familiar with Eda. The Owl Lady was an infamous criminal wanted by the Emperor since long before the series began. I'm sure Belos noticed the similarities a long long time ago. He likely knows there's a family link. So, if those two end up having a confrontation, Belos won't be caught off guard by all the distinct Clawthorne features. He probably won't fly into a rage upon seeing her.

Unless....remember how angry she was in AOAW when Lilith stole Luz. She's gonna be just as pissed to see Belos has stolen Raine. And he's seen that kind of Clawthorne rage before. And it makes him relive things against his will. Maybe that's what makes him go ballistic. He knew who she was this whole time but things like the eyes and hair never bothered him much. But once Eda lights up in a fucking inferno of fury, Belos isn't seeing the Owl Lady anymore. He's seeing her and he's willing to throw away everything else just to see her dead.

I really love the idea that it's the emotions and the actions and the significance that stir the image of Evelyn in Belos' mind, rather than physical resemblance.

Which is one of the many reasons why I love the idea of him seeing her in Willow. Because she is the exact opposite of Evelyn in terms of appearance. Evelyn was tall and thin with sharp facial features, a head of wild bushy hair, burning amber eyes, while Willow is short and chubby with a moon shaped face, soft green eyes and neatly braided hair. She would fly completely under Belos' radar.

But...then he sees her holding someone's hand. And that someone has his brother's face. His brother steps between him and that girl, shielding her with his body in that stupid selfish way. And then 400 years are suddenly eaten away and he's a young man again with a death grip on a dagger.

It just goes to show that Belos' has become so consumed by denial and rage that his resentment towards Evelyn has mutated into a form of obsession in itself. Not only does she never die but she never stops taking from him. Killing Caleb just wasn't enough for her, but now she needs to make sure he can never have his brother back. He catches sight of her constantly. No matter how many centuries pass, she haunts him from the bodies of endless witches, in an endless cycle of taking. She's stolen hundreds of his grimwalkers.

What Willow looks like is irrelevent. She's the latest of hundreds of witches that Belos saw Evelyn in. The fact that his grimwalker is willing to throw his own life away just to protect her tells him everything he needs to know. This time, he kill the right person.

#im not saying willow is evelyn's reincarnation #she isnt #im saying that belos is so unwilling to admit his own guilt for killing caleb that he blames everything on evelyn #and that anger becomes so warped that it fucks with his sanity #so everytime his grimwalkers betray him hes like *guy falling off his bike meme* ''fucking evelyn''#hes tricked himself into believing that she is deliberately reincarnating over and over again just to fuck with him #and god forbid he recognize the individuality of his grimwalkers #so if they fall in love he always just sees it as caleb and evelyn all over again. it doesnt matter how different the relationship is #but i cannot stress this enough. evelyn was dead to begin with #belos has just completely fallen off the slippery slope #(headcanon. sorry this is a headcanon not an analysis.)

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Never Let Me Go D/s breakdowns Ep 4

As of right now, there is no D/s relationship, friendship or otherwise. Is there a D/s element? Yes! Palm is without a doubt submissive. The verdict is still out on Nueng. Is there a power imbalance? Abso-fucking-lutely. But is there a distinct power play line between work and play? That's the question. One that has only gotten murkier rather than clearer, but I'm a determined bitch.

Phum deserved what he got, but Palm really didn't. We're seeing an interesting dynamic here. Nueng wants to go to defend Palm, but Palm stops him. Now, I can hear you guys now. The way Palm is talking to Nueng isn't submissive. Actually... It is. So once again, submissive doesn't equal doormat, and it doesn't mean that they won't speak their mind. It's in the phrasing. It's in the body language. We see confidence but don't domination. This would be the same way my husband would talk to me when he is aware that he has more knowledge on the subject.

The way Palm let his hand glide down to grab Nueng's fingers before letting go! Then that little smile. Oh, my goodness.

Nueng taking Palm as his school partner.

Nueng goes back and forth on how he uses his dominance. Sometimes it really is Dom, but most of the time it's to cover how nervous or unsure he is. It's a like a mask that he slides into place. However, when Palm asked him if the teacher assigned them together, we see the real Nueng come out. That smile. This playful Nueng is really him.

"No. I chose you to be my partner. I chose to work with Pannakorn Jannaloy. Does Mr. Pannakorn have a problem with it? Do you want to change your partner?"

See the Dominance we see, at this moment, where he enters the room and talks about scolding him. That's real.

Gifs stolen from @happy-xy from this gif set here.

There is a lot of D/s in this particular conversation. Let me type it out for you to see.

"Let me put my clothes on." Palm is more asking than he is telling. "This is your room. Do whatever you want." See the permission and dominance in this statement? Then Palm sits on the floor and Nueng looks at him like he is stupid and pulls him up on the bed. "What are you doing? Why are you sitting on the floor? You can sit here. Are you a slave? Get up and sit here. Why are you so afraid of me? That’s it."

OH DAMN!!! See the way Nueng grabbed Palm's jersey. Palm liked that. Woot! Okay then.

And here we go with the foreshadowing again. "Why did you pick the number 13? Did you know that 13 is an unlucky number for Chinese people? 1 + 3 = 4. Number 4 in Mandarin sounds similar to the word ‘dead’." But there is hope because look how Palm responds. "I don’t pay attention to things like luck. No matter what number I wear, I will do my best to win the game. I will overcome any obstacles." Palm doesn't believe in luck, but he believes in fate.

Now we know Chopper is a liar.

Nueng is a very jealous boy. It causes him to go very Dom and Palm loves it. He brats back. Yeah, that's the dynamic he likes.

More fucking foreshadowing. "I found out about Qi Xi Jie. It falls on the 7th day of the 7th Chinese lunar month. It’s the day celebrating the tragic love between the weaver girl and the cowherd. This is their story. The weaver girl who lived in heaven fell in love with the cowherd. They were living together for years. When the wife of the Jade Emperor found out about their relationship, she interfered between them. She drew a river in the sky to separate them. The queen was later moved by their love. They were allowed to meet each other on a bridge formed by magpies. But they can only meet once a year." "It’s a story of impossible love." "I feel sorry for them. They loved each other but couldn’t be together." "But I think it’s romantic. The two of them overcame major obstacles for their love. Even though they could meet only once a year, they were patiently waiting for the day. That must be tormenting. If you were them, would you wait for that day?" Then we get hope, "If I was them, I would wait for it. When I love someone, I can endure everything for that person. Maybe it’s because of the long waiting and their different backgrounds, that makes their love become a legend. The queen might want to test their love."

So I asked one of my darlings about this story and this is what she told me, "Only once a year, but they will always meet on the 7th day of the 7th lunar month. That day is now the Chinese equivalent of Valentine's Day. It represents everlasting love."

I love this next moment so much.

And Palm looking directly at what he wants.

"Just make me proud." This is Dom and the way Palm responds is very subby. Then the way Palm proceeds to work his ass off is very subby. For instance. I told @thequeenofsastiel that I was expecting a fanfic by the end of I Will Knock You. Who wants to lay bets that she's already started an outline?

I don't like Ben. Just saying. Awe! Poor Palm. This next part is very D/s.

"What’s wrong with you? Why are you answering me curtly? You also don’t look at me." "It’s nothing. May I be excused? I need to go help Aunt Nid." I can see why it would be confused with Boss and employee, but you got to put ALL the parts together. "Wait. You need to talk to me first. What’s wrong with you?" "Nothing. I don’t have a right to be mad at you." "Just tell me what’s going on here. Aren’t we friends?" See, even though Nueng will become Dominant, he doesn't associate himself with Dominant and boss. He sees himself as Dominant with a friend. Does he blur this? Absolutely, but so does Palm. Which is why we are all fucking confused. Right now though, Nueng is not boss, he is friend. "If we are friends, we should be able to talk to each other about everything. Why don’t you answer me? If you have something you want to say, just say it. You are easy to read. You cannot hide your feelings from me." This is a very interesting comment. How much truth does it hold? Not much considering the next convo, but we continue to see a D/s element to the conversation. Down to Palm asking to be excused.

And Nueng acts like a shithead in his jealousy. Notice that Palm doesn't mind being submissive to Nueng, but he has an issue with being treated inferior.

Well, this ended up a lot. 🤣🤣🤣 Hope you enjoy 💜💜💜

#never let me go series #never let me go #palm x nuengdiao #palm and nueng #luta talks kink #luta talks never let me go #coconuts mafia

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Journey to the West Chapter 19

Monkey dragging Pigsy to go see Tripitaka:

So we begin this chapter of Journey to the West with @journeythroughjourneytothewest where we left off, with Monkey chasing after Zhu.

So they reach a tall mountain, and Zhu retrieves his weapon, a nine pronged rake, while Monkey demands him to identify himself. Which works, since Zhu then proceeds to give Monkey his whole life story. Which basically amounts to, he was a Marshall in heaven before he got drunk and sexually harrassed the moon goddess Chang'e. The Jade Emperor was gonna execute him but the Gold Star of Venus (who else) intervened and he was whipped and banished to earth instead and took a wrong turn on the path to rebirth and ended up getting born by a sow. With story time over for now- the two start duking it out until eventually Zhu retreats and seals himself inside his cave. Monkey decides to just go report back to Tripitaka and come back to catch the monster later.

So Tripitaka has had a good night so far since he stayed up late chatting with the some elder's that Monkey had told Mr. Gao to provide for him. And just as he's starting to wonder why Monkey hasn't returned- he does. So Tripitaka asks Monkey where the monster is, and Monkey gives him a rundown of the situation.

Mr. Gao comes forward to insist that Monkey capture the monster since he doesn't want him coming back once the two leave. He even says he'll reward them for it. Monkey however seems to stand up for Zhu saying that despite having an enormous appetite, he did do the work for it. And not only that, but he is also technically a descended god, and has helped their family without causing any serious harm to his daughter, so why not keep him around?

Mr. Gao however insists that it will hurt their reputation. And Tripitaka tells Sun Wukong that he really should see this through to the end. And Sun Wukong says he was just testing him a little for fun and will apprehend the monster. So with that he leaves again after reminding Mr. Gao to take good care of Tripitaka.

So Sun Wukong arrives back to the cave and finally pulls out a win against a locked cave door, by reducing the door to dust with his staff. Moneky once again challenges Zhu to fight him by calling him an overstuffed coolio. Which Zhu replies to by calling Monkey BanHorsePlague, and telling him that breaking and entering and trespassing is against the law. And Monkey says that his rap sheet of kidnapping that girl from her family is a much worse crime.

Zhu gets tired of comparing their rap sheets and yells 'Fear my rake' and attacks Monkey again. Monkey is just like 'Why on earth would I be afraid of a rake?' Which leads to Zhu giving us more exposition, this time about his weapon. Which basically amounts to the rake being a group effort to make in heaven, that was gifted to him. He then says he'll rake monkey until his soul melts and his spirit leaks. To which Monkey replies 'Rake Away'. And let's Zhu get a free shot in. Zhu takes that shot... only to have the rake bounce right off his head, leaving Monkey without even a scratch. And Monkey gleefully reminds him that back when he had caused havoc in heaven, none of their heavenly weapons had worked back then to execute him.

Zhu finally decides to ask what he's even doing here harassing him, after all didn't he live on flower fruit mountain? Did his father in law go all the way there just to fetch him? And Monkey finally tells him that he's just passing through here with the Scripture Pilgrim. This causes Zhu to completely change his tune, throwing aside his weapon to demand that Monkey take him to the Scripture Pilgrim. Monkey is suspicious and asks why, and Zhu explains that he was recruited by Guanyin to help on their journey in order to atone for his sins. Monkey makes him swear to heaven that he's telling the truth before he takes him to Tripitaka.

Before they leave however, Monkey hazes Zhu into joining the Arson Club with him and Bai Long Ma, by ordering him to burn down his cave. Now we just need Tripitaka to commit some arson to complete the club... Anyways with the cave now on fire, Monkey has Zhu hand over his weapon, and turns one of his hairs into a rope to tie his hands up with. With that done Monkey then proceeds to drag him by the ear to Tripitaka.

Monkey then points Tripitaka out to Zhu by saying his master is the dignified looking one. So Zhu know tows to Tripitaka and explains that he has been assigned by Guanyin as his disciple. So Tripitaka thanks Guanyin with some incense and has Monkey until Zhu. Then Tripitaka offers to give Zhu a religious name but Zhu explains that he already received the name Zhu Wuneng from Guanyin. So Tripitaka gives him the nickname 'Eight Rules' instead.

Mr Gao is happy to finally be rid of Zhu so he throws them a going away feast. Pigsy asks to see his wife, but Monkey says monks aren't allowed to have wives. Mr Gao offers Tripitaka some wine, but Tripitaka practices abstinence from it. However neither Sun Wukong or Zhu Wuneng have cut out wine from their diets so Tripitaka lets them have some as long as they don't get drunk and cause trouble. Also I think we find out that Wukong is a lightweight?

Mr. Gao also tries to offer them some Gold and Silver as well as some fancy new clothes, but Tripitaka declines it. Sun Wukong however takes the money and hands it to Gao Cai, for bringing them here and gaining them Wuneng. And tells him to feel free to come to him with any future monster problems. Mr. Gao then insists they at least take the clothes, but Tripitaka once again declines- however Zhu Wuneng demands some clothes as payment for his years of service, which Mr. Gao reluctantly agrees to.

So the group heads off again, but not before Zhu Wuneng says his goodbyes to the family, and says that if this whole 'questing thing' doesn't work out he'll be back as his son in law. Which causes both Monkey and Tripitaka to scold him and tell him to stop talking nonsense. So the group travels for about a month before they come across a tall mountain. When Tripitaka asks about it, surprisingly it's Zhu Wuneng who has the answer saying it's Pagoda Mountain, and that Crow's Nest Chan Master lives there.

So they travel up the mountain a little more before finally running into the master himself. They exchange the usual pleasantries and Tripitaka asks how far they are from Thunderclap temple. Chan Master says they are very far and that the journey is perilous, but he has a Heart Sutra that will protect him from harm and offers to teach it to Tripitaka. So Chan Master recites the Sutra and Tripitaka manages to memorize it after only hearing it once. Having done that Chan prepares to take his leave of them, but Tripitaka once again asks about the challenges they will face on their journey.

So Chan gives them a bunch of cryptic warnings including one about water sprite, a wild pig and old stone ape which causes Monkey to lash out after Chan Master turns into a beam of light at the perceived insult. Tripitaka holds him back however and Zhu tells him to chill out and that Master Chan knows of past and future events. And that they should wait and see if his statement about meeting a water sprite will come true or not. So with that the group finally continues on their Journey to the West.

Current Sun Wukong Stats: Names/Titles: Monkey, The Stone Monkey, The Handsome Monkey King, Sun Wukong (Monkey awakened to the void), Bimawen (Banhorseplague), The Great Sage Equal To Heaven and Pilgrim Sun. Immortality: 5 Weapon: The Compliant Golden Hooped Rod Abilities: 72 Transformations, Cloud-Somersault, Ability to transform his individual hairs, super strength, Ability to Summon Wind, Water restriction charm, and the ability to change into a huge war form, ability to duplicate his staff, ability to immobilize others, the ability to put others to sleep, and the Fiery eyes, Diamond Pupils, intimidating horses, churning large bodies of water and sleeplessness. Demon Kill Count: 4+ Unknown Number of Minions Human Kill Count: 6 God's Defeated: 19 + Unknown number Defeats: 2 Crime List: Robbery, Murder, Mass Murder, Arson, Theft, Coercion, Threatening a Government Official, Resisting Arrest, Assault, Forgery, Employee Theft, False Imprisonment, Impersonating a Government Official, Treason, attempted murder, failure to control or report a dangerous fire, desecrating a corpse, breaking and entering and trespassing. Cry Count: 3 Mountains Trapped Under: 1

Current Tang Sanzang stats: Names/Titles: River Float, Xuanzang, Tang Sanzang, Tripitaka Abilities: Curing Blindness, making branches point a certain direction (allegedly), reciting sutras, pretty privilege, memorization and Heart Sutra. Cry Count: 11 Tight Fillet Spell Uses: 5 Paralyzed by fear: 4 Bandit Problems: 2 Kidnapped by demons: 1 Falling Off Horses: 4

Current Bai Long Ma Stats: Names/Titles: Bai Long Ma (White Dragon Horse), Prince of the Western Ocean, and third prince jade dragon of the dragon king Aorun Abilities: Transforming into a human, a water snake, and a horse, eating a horse in one bite, and flight. Crime List: Arson, and Grave Disobedience. Contributions to the plot: 1

Current Zhu Wuneng Stats: Names/Titles: The Marshal of the Heavenly Reeds, Zhu Wuneng (Pig who is aware of ability), Zhu Ganglie, Pigsy and Eight Rules. Weapon: Rake Abilities: 36 Transformations Failed Flirtation/romances Attempts: 2 Crime List: Sexual Harassment, Murder, Kidnapping and arson.

#jttw #journey to the west #jttw read through #journeythroughjourneytothewest #sun wukong #tang sanzang #zhu wuneng #I'm starting to think that Arson might be Monkey's favorite crime

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