#without action from the boy himself. he is Being Moved he is the object he is not performing an action. he is an object. he is Day-Lewis'

[rizsu]

fuck my life; hold me tight. model!gojo satoru ⭒ fem-reader.

satoru came back after his two-week long trip for his modeling gigs. he's the same, but who's this ‘saori’ lady with a thorny stick up her ass? wc : 6.2k · usage of y/n.

+ love ‘su: thou shall not lie, thou shall not cheat! 😝 i left this without the small font bc it's lowkey a lot tbh

one › who's this?

undoubtedly, today’s the most important. you’ve been impatiently crossing off the days on the calendar until satoru returns. familiar with your excitement, he called you prior to hold you back from coming to the airport. it was strange, but nevertheless you thought less of it.

with your day now free, you spent it preparing for satoru. his favorite dishes were made, charcuterie board prepared, and the series you both watched together can be resumed. every time the thought of seeing satoru with your eyes again comes about, you get goosebumps. it’s almost sickening how he’s plagued your mind, becoming the balance-shifting object for your moods.

your eyes shift to the clock, realizing that there’s only an hour until he walks through the door. 4:00 p.m it reads, you’ve yet to shower — let alone choose an outfit. some may say your actions are too much, but nothing is ever “too much” when it comes to satoru. have you lost your marbles? not all, but perhaps you’ve become slightly boy crazy (with justifying reasons!)

4:58 p.m: you’re anxiously switching between apps on your phone, trying your best to not stare at the clock on the top of the screen. it’s insanely tempting, but you won’t give in. there’s no better distraction than window shopping on websites for items you’ll never set free with your credit card.

the door slams open, and soon a cheerful voice follows. they both jerk you out of your trance, leaving you with the pair of a palpitating heart and widened eyes.

“BABY!” a disheveled satoru shouts, recklessly dropping his luggage at the front of the door.

he walk-runs past the furniture, dodging the table corners until he’s nearing the sofa you’re situated on.

“sa-SATORU?!” you’re shocked even though you expected his arrival.

you unconsciously stood up, abandoning your phone as you moved to him. satoru mirrors you, being the first of the two to engulf you into a heartfelt hug. he squeezes you hard, burying his head into the junction between your neck and shoulder. his hand cups the back of your head, pressing softly into your hair.

“i missed you,” he whispers, letting out a shaky breath. “it took an entire week to sleep properly without you.”

“you’re addicted,” you joked, lifting a hand to ruffle his already-ruffled hair.

“not funny.”

“okay, okay, sorry. i missed you too.” you pull away from satoru, smiling at his pouting expression.

your hands move to his shoulders, gripping his puffed jacket to pull them down. he helps you by moving his arms out of it. once it’s off, he rolls his shoulders back, rolling his neck around to stretch his muscles. he’s been cooped up in a sitting position for twelve hours; the last thing he needs are stiff muscles and a sore body.

content with the new, relaxed feeling, satoru looks around. everything’s the same, as expected. nothing changed other than the charcuterie board on the coffee table and the dishes on the dining table. immediately, he recognizes the food. how could he not? it’s the food he labeled as his favorite even when it wasn’t.

in multiple attempts to please your mother on the first meeting, he went along with her words.

the soap opera she’s caught up in? oh, he’s been watching it too!

short videos she found on social media that are painfully unfunny? actually, it’s hilarious!

the lunch she cooked? it’s now something he’s been craving for weeks.

the salad? to you, he hates greens since they’re ‘flavorless’. to your mother? golly! put more on his plate!

he spent the week at your parents’ gaslighting himself until it became the truth. he became a new man after the meeting. lemon water was his new go-to (influenced by your mother) and card games are his forte (influenced by your father).

ever since then the main dish your mother cooked up became his true favorite. maybe it’s because of the warmth that came with it, or maybe it’s because he’s still gaslighting himself. nonetheless, he’ll always eat it.

“did you make all this yourself?” he questions, stealing a bite before you could’ve plated his food.

“hands off,” you slapped his hand, “i didn’t, though. i asked my mother.”

“ah, my mother-in-law. i miss your parents, too. we should visit,” he suggests, rubbing his hand that you heartlessly slapped.

“mhm, soon,” you agreed, sliding his plate to him. “let’s sit and eat.”

──

the plates are cleared, the charcuterie board’s three-quarters finished, and you’re on the final episode of season one of the show. satoru’s head is on your lap, busying his hands by poking at your thigh’s skin. your hand’s following suit, busying itself by playing with his hair strands.

the show was long forgotten, being demoted to background noise the moment you asked satoru to tell you all about the trip. you’ve heard the details beforehand during your calls, but it’s different to hear it face-to-face.

you intently listened as he talked, giving him mhms and yeahs to let him know you’re listening.

“oh, and i met a new co-worker? friend? i dunno but we’re acquainted now,” he speaks, looking up to you.

“really? i’m glad. is he a model too?”

“yeah, but it’s a she.”

you paused for a second. a she? that’s new. you’re not the type to anger yourself over your boyfriend befriending the opposite gender, but you’d still like to see her.

“i’d like to meet her,” you said, looking down at him with a soft smile.

“are you free in two days? i have a meeting that day. she’ll probably be there — no chances though, i never asked about her schedule...” his voice trails off as he ponders, trying to remember if she mentioned anything about being in a meeting after the trip.

“of course i’m free. i took a sick leave on purpose for this week.”

satoru laughs at the new information. you took a sick leave just for him? at your position of head assistant? he’ll never find someone who loves him like you do.

— two days after : the meeting.

you’re walking hand-in-hand with satoru through the hallway. you’re a little — no, incredibly nervous. it’s your first time officially meeting satoru’s business buddies. they know of you, you know of them, but that’s about it.

you dressed yourself up professionally, trying to match the classy rich vibes. it’s times like these you appreciate satoru’s over-the-top, multiple-zeros gifts. you’ll have to remember to give him special thanks for this.

“okay, we’re here,” he says, knocking you out of the nervousness.

“if you start feeling uncomfortable, squeeze my hand, okay? i’ll take you out of there,” reassuring you, he gifts you a peck on your forehead, topping it off with his genuine smile that’s only for you.

his hand turns the door knob, walking in with his model smile as he greets the members. you’re tailing behind him, trying to hide. the sudden energy shift didn’t match yours, so your instinct to hide behind satoru kicked in. unluckily for you, your boyfriend was set to formally introduce you. he uses a hand to hold your wrist, pulling you to the side of him.

“you brought a plus one with you i see,” a guy notes the obvious, smiling at your shyness. he already has an idea of who you are.

his words catch the attention of others. within seconds every pair of eyes landed on you. unfamiliar with the amount of attention, you squeezed satoru’s hand, placing a fake smile to mask your uncomfort.

“nuh uh, get your own. that’s too much staring,” satoru complains, squeezing back your hand. he steps in front of you, leading you both to two reserved seats at the table.

“i’m assuming that lady must be the one you talked everyone’s ears off about,” a lady suggests this time, stretching out her arm to you as she’s on the opposite side, but directly in front of you.

you stretched your arm out to her, accepting her handshake.

“i’m (y/n), pleasure to meet you.”

“it’s a pleasure to meet you too. call me mia,” she introduces herself, ignoring the heated glare of a man who doesn’t like sharing.

similarly, you’re ignoring the gut feeling of someone glaring through your soul. the situation feels similar to your teacher staring at you during an exam when you secretly have cheating materials with you.

the meeting continues on. you were introduced to everyone and met with questions. some complained about satoru to you, and others asked how you’re able to tolerate him. of course, satoru took offense. he flipped them off with the finger that has your matching rings on.

an hour later, you’re in the building’s cafeteria with satoru. it was okay; the atmosphere was friendly — minus that one person who glared at you. you don’t know who they are, nor what they look like as you avoided that corner. your social battery is drained, and you’re hungry for a light snack.

“baby, can you order for us? i gotta let it go. real bad,” satoru says, balling his fingers into a fist to hold back the feeling.

“uh, sure, but what do you mean let it go?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“piss, baby. piss. love you, bye!”

with that, satoru speeds off, almost colliding with another worker in the process.

gathering your order, you looked around for an unoccupied table to sit at. unfortunately, they’re all unoccupied. it’s a little awkward, but you’re left with no other option than to ask someone if satoru has his own office.

“ah, mia!” you called out, spotting her outside the smoking room.

“(y/n)! need anything before i smoke?” she smiles, pointing at the door.

“um, do you know if satoru has his own office?” contrary to your nervousness, your voice came out perfectly.

“take the elevator and press number ten. turn left and stop until you’re at the third room; that’s his office.”

“thanks much, mia!” you gave her a bright smile, turning around to find your new destination.

“no problem, (y/n),” she waves you off, entering the smoking room.

you followed mia’s directions, taking the elevator to floor ten and entering the third room on the left. it’s no doubt that the office is satoru’s. the pineapple-framed mirror confirmed it all. that mirror is the same mirror satoru try to convince you that it’s “in style”.

settling down in his office, you can finally be at rest. placing the food his desk, you plopped yourself down on his chair.

‘it’s comfortable, but surely it doesn’t take that long to pee,’ you think, suspecting that satoru may have gotten caught up in a conversation.

the door clicks, opening to reveal someone. your mind thought of satoru, but it was indeed not. it wasn’t even the right gender. a beautiful girl entered; her aura was a cool, mysterious, “i’m better than you” feel. confusion poured down on you. who is she and why is she here?

you don’t strike a conversation. instead, you simply watch her walk into the office until she’s in front of the desk.

“do you need some—”

“you must be gojo satoru’s bitch.”

“excuse me?” not only were you cut off, you were called a bitch. clearly, she’s not on friendly terms, and who does she think she is?

she looks down at you, placing a taunting smile on her lips. you don’t care since you’re the one on his chair, but who is she calling a bitch?!

“compared to satoru, you’re… low, to put it kindly!”

“okay, but who asked you that?” you questioned her, rolling your eyes.

if you were in a fantasy novel, she’d be the main villainess who’s engaged to the male lead for political reasons. you’re the female lead who’ll become victim to the villainess’ antics as the male lead, satoru, fell for you.

flustered at your sentence, she scoffs. compared to the shy persona you displayed at the meeting, you’re all bitchy now.

“i don’t need someone to ask me something in order to speak my mind.”

“oh my god. i didn’t ask you that, nor do i want your input.” you rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your drink.

“i don’t like you. you’re not good enough for satoru,” she voices her (unwanted) opinions, scanning you up and down.

“it’s gojo to you, missy. who’s the girlfriend here?” you noted her mistakes while making your position obvious.

she rolls her eyes, offended at being called ‘missy.’

“and it’s saori, not missy. get it right.”

“why must you disturb my tranquility with your nonsense ? please exit, missy.”

“i said it’s—”

“saori? why are you here?” satoru enters, removing his coat in the process.

“that’s what i asked her,” you said, looking at her up and down with a raised eyebrow.

“i wanted to meet your girl-friend, satoru!” suddenly her tone changed. the space she put between the word girlfriend didn’t go unnoticed by you either.

this is ridiculous.

he slowly nods, thinking that the deliberate pause between girlfriend might’ve been his imagination.

“oh, i was gonna introduce you guys. you beat me to it,” he pouts, walking over next to you to give you another kiss.

you smiled at satoru but smirked at saori.

irritated, she huffs, “i’ve seen enough, call me when you’re free from that, satoru.”

both of you watch her walk out in silence. satoru’s now confused.

“what’s that about?” he asks, scratching his head.

“is she the friend you talked about?” you answered his question with your question.

“yeah, but i don’t know why she has such an attitude all of a sudden. did her boyfriend argue with her?”

“pfft— she has a boyfriend?” you scoffed, learning that she’s not only the bitch, but potentially unloyal. why else would she bother you, who’s satoru’s girlfriend, if it wasn’t because she likes him?

he nods, shrugging off the curiosity to know what’s with her shift in behavior.

“whatever, let’s eat, baby.”

──

it’s way past your bedtime, and you’ve just arrived home. the day was eventful, minus the missy encounter, but nonetheless you had fun.

although you’re glad to be acquainted with satoru’s peers, you couldn’t shake off the suspicion that sao-whatever-her-name-is has been making advances to satoru while your presence was absent.

you can tell that satoru holds no affection to her, but you’re still worried. satoru’s loyal, yes, but he’s an oblivious idiot. if he nor you isn’t the one flirting, he wouldn’t notice anything. that’s why her behavior change whenever he’s around is seen as “friendly” and not “i want you so bad” to him.

you sighed, shaking your head to rid it of her. what’s important is that satoru isn’t interested in her. you can sleep with that comforting image in mind.

now that satoru’s home, you’ve been attached to each other like the north and south pole of two magnets. inseparable. it’s been like this for a week, but something changed.

two › is it just you or…?

the sao-still-don’t-remember-her-name missy has been ringing satoru’s phone down whether it’s by messages, voice messages, or calls. at this point, it’s annoying. satoru himself was one call away from blocking her, but he couldn’t.

aside from satoru himself, she’s the other key member in the new project. if he suddenly draws a line between them it can become what kills the project. thankfully, the conversations have been limited to work-related topics… or so you believe.

you’re on the sofa, indulging in a new show as you peeled an apple. the show’s plot became so intense that your eyes are glued to the television instead of the apple.

satoru jugs down the stairs, grabbing his car keys and running over behind you. he bends over to place a kiss on your cheek, notifying you that he’ll be meeting up with saori. not paying any mind to him, you bid him goodbye without thinking.

it’s only after he exits the door you register what he said. ‘meeting up with saori? that bitch? ew,’ you shuddered at the thought of her. she’s not scary, definitely not ugly, but sure as hell is a bitch. at least you remember her name now.

──

after that day, satoru’s free time has been occupied with her. you’re now sure it’s not “just work” that’s been going on. you trust satoru, but you don’t trust her.

there’s no reason for someone to meet up with their co-worker every day for work. work is never that interesting. it’s not like they’re in charge of the project either; the project is within the authority of mia and some other guy.

everything about the situation at hand has been bothering you. was she attached to satoru like this during the trip? were they always within arms length of each other? not even you were that clingy to satoru.

the idea to raise alarm bells to satoru crossed you, but the potential argument that may follow is what has you hesitating. you don’t want to suspect satoru’s friend, but her behavior needs to be discussed.

you waited until satoru’s home, showered, and comfortable in bed to bring forth the question. your palms are sweating, but it needs to be done.

“say satoru, can i ask you something?” you hesitated, looking at him.

“yeah, why not?” he replies, eyes stuck on his phone.

“what do you think of that girl?”

“who’s that— do you mean saori?” he laughs, “she’s cool, if i were to be honest. she’s fun to hang around with.”

“has it ever crossed your mind that she likes you?” you cold sweat, worried that he’ll take offense.

“who wouldn’t like me? i’m sexy,” he jokes, winking at you.

you playfully slap his chest. “i’m being serious here!”

“i don’t think she does— or at least i hope she doesn’t. i don’t want to be her boyfriend’s archenemy,” satoru truthfully responds, feeling his pores raise at the thought of a taken man’s enemy.

if you were to like another man satoru would honestly write a will and erase himself from history. so, it’s only natural that he hopes saori doesn’t become her boyfriend’s pain.

you hum, satisfied with his answer. it’s clear as day now. satoru doesn’t view her in any romantic way, but you know she has a thing or two for him.

not wanting to push your luck, you end it there. pulling satoru’s phone away to throw your body on his.

three › wicked witch of the west.

it’s almost as if the conversation with satoru triggered a chain reaction. for whatever the reason may be, you’ve now seen this woman more than your own parents. she invites herself over almost every day.

every time you open the door it’s her snobby face. it sickens you. you ordered a package recently and whenever someone knocks on the door, you think it’s the delivery guy, but nope! it’s the wicked witch of the west!

today it happened again. someone knocked, you opened, missy appears, satoru unwillingly follows her for the sake of the project, you’re left with murderous intent.

it’s time you talk about this with someone. that’s right, you’ve kept your worries inside you but this is just too much! there’s no reason for a taken lady to follow another man like she’s his shadow — far less for a taken man!

frustrated, you phoned your friend.

“hey, utahime.”

“(y/n), my baby! how are you?”

“i’m okay-ish, how about you?”

“i’m good, but what’s up?”

“well… can i come over? i’ll tell you there. i just need to get out.”

“of course you can! you were always here before that thing of a man took you over.”

“all right, i’ll be there in ten!”

──

utahime’s home always brought you comfort; it’s where you go when you needed to escape. due to her dislike for people outside her circle, not everyone knows of her address— especially not satoru.

she engulfed you in a hug the moment she opened the door. you can’t hide anything from utahime, she knew you were out of it from your face.

“i’ll put ramen on the stove, go make yourself comfortable,” she ordered, closing the door behind you.

you followed her words, throwing yourself face first on her sofa. you loudly groaned, annoyed at the idea of saori getting all touchy-touchy with your satoru.

“let’s talk about it,” utahime speaks, pausing the television before she sits on the floor next to you.

you lift your head to look at her, open your mouth, and close it back. ‘let’s not question it,’ you think, knowing that utahime prefers the floor at home ever since you knew her.

“so… there’s this girl named saori—”

“i knew i should’ve ran over satoru yesterday.”

“and then— wait— HUH???” you sputtered, shocked at utahime’s words.

“i saw him crossing the street by himself yesterday. it took a lot of convincing to not floor the gas pedal,” she sighed, knowing she missed the jackpot. “anyway, continue.”

your mouth hangs open for a few more seconds before you regain yourself.

“right… anyway. she’s satoru’s new co-worker and i don’t like her. on our first meeting she called me ‘satoru’s bitch’ and after that she’s been occupying his free time every-fucking-day. she has a BOYFRIEND! like damn bitch! move away from my boyfriend,” you dumped the information on utahime, shoving your head back into the cushion.

“my baby, just said the word,” utahime faces you, moving her hand to pat your back.

“for what?” your voice comes out muffled.

“to put a bounty on their heads.”

a groan leaves you. there’s no hope.

“i’m kidding, i’m kidding. we can devise a plan, however.”

your head perks up. your attention has been successfully gained. utahime stands up, a bright smile adorns her face. you have a major feeling that something mischievous is going to play out real, real soon. utahime never smiles so brightly unless she’s plotting something despicable.

you squint your eyes at her, watching her back as she walks to the kitchen.

“‘hime…”

“don’t worry; just trust me.”

6:43 p.m: you’re now being a sack of potatoes on utahime’s bed. the day flew by and you haven’t heard from satoru ever since he left. no way it won’t leave a sour taste in your mouth, but you couldn’t find the energy to care at this moment.

you're preoccupied on utahime’s laptop, carefully choosing the perfect inner-walls design for the house game you stumbled upon. interior design might just be your new job.

deep into the game, your phone rings. you groan in annoyance, picking your phone up to see who decided it’ll be a good time to bother you.

satoru is calling you.

clicking your tongue, you slid on the green button.

“satoru, what’s up?”

“babe, are you home?”

“i’m not, why?”

“whyyyyy? i brought food for you.”

“i’ll have it when i’m home. sorry i’m not there right now, satoru.”

“oh, i almost forgot. saori’s here too.”

“ew— i mean, okay. don’t let her near my stuff nor our room.”

“yeah, bye baby. i love you.”

“i love you too.”

“that’s so disgusting. get out of my house,” utahime voices her feelings, screwing her face up at the sight of you being lovey-dovey with satoru.

you laughed at her, returning your attention to the game. utahime walks to her closet, choosing an outfit for the night. she’s fresh out of the shower, wet hair wrapped up in a towel. you can hear her grumbling something along the lines of “i hate couples” as she threw clothes on the floor to look for “that one black pajama shorts.”

once successful, utahime threw herself onto the bed. she took over your phone, going into your messages for her chat to send herself photos you’ve long forgotten to send. never will she ever ask you for photos after the hangout.

“by the way,” she says, “what did that man call for?”

you sigh, looking at her with a blank expression, “saori’s gonna be there.”

“does she even have her own life? that saowhore or whatever you said her name is.” utahime rolls her eyes, her mood immediately soured.

shrugging, you click your tongue, “it is what it is. this game is more important.”

──

it took not one, not two, not three, but five attempts to convince utahime to let you go home. she was completely against the idea of letting you drive home alone when it’s 10 p.m.

you would’ve given in if it wasn’t for the dreadful feeling that you need to be home. you basically sped through the roads, and most definitely ran a red light accidentally. nevertheless, you arrived safely.

suddenly, your heartbeat races. a heat creeps up the back of your head; you can feel a headache in the making. something’s telling you that you’ll need to confront a certain someone.

opening the door as quietly as you can, you stepped in, removing your shoes and tiptoeing inside.

maybe you should’ve let utahime go through with her plans.

the sight before you disgusts you as much as satoru disgusts utahime. why, just why, is this woman still here? is she crazy? why are her legs on satoru, and why is he allowing it?

“goodness, if i didn’t know better i’d ask you if you’re homeless,” you sarcastically spoke, taking the remote to turn the television off.

“get,” you took hold of one of her legs, shoving it off satoru. “off my fucking boyfriend.”

satoru watches, shocked at the scene. his eyes are unfocused; it’s evident that he zoned out a long time ago.

saori scoffs, moving her leg back on satoru’s lap. “why should i?”

you tilt your head, smiling angelically. the smile lasted milliseconds before it dropped. you’ve had quite enough and she’ll be subjected to your anger.

grabbing her arm, you roughly dragged her off the sofa. saori wasn’t one to accept such treatment. she retaliated, shuffling her arm around until she’s off your grip.

“are you fucking crazy?!” saori yelled, eyes wide with heavy breaths.

“not quite!” you pointed towards the door. “get out before i drag you myself.”

satoru’s silent. afraid of angering you, he stays put and watches from a distance.

“fuck off,” saori speaks, “satoru, text me when you’re off your dog collar.”

your anger reached its peak. grabbing the closest thing, which happened to be a mug, you threw it in her direction, aiming to miss her but hit close enough to her.

“ARE YOU INSANE!?” saori’s stumbles to the side, clenching her jaw, looking down at the broken pieces of the ceramic mug.

the scene alarms satoru, he decides to do something. standing up, he reaches for your wrist, pulling you to him.

“i think it’s time you leave, saori. i didn’t even know you were still here,” satoru’s voice is calm, but filled with authority. his words hold truth to them, he zoned out a while ago, unaware that saori’s still around.

clicking her tongue, her eyes twitch. she couldn’t muster up anything to say. being left with no choice but to listen to satoru, she saw herself out.

the quietness settles in. you were right about the headache, it’s definitely coming in.

“baby—”

“save it,” you stopped him, “but who the fuck is she to think i have you on a dog collar? i’ll put her on a collar.”

guilt settles in satoru, he shouldn’t have brought her in.

“i don’t why she said that. you don’t have me ‘on a dog collar’ i swear,” he rambles, placing a hand on his chest.

your gaze settled on satoru. you’re tired, a headache is there, and you probably went overboard. you’re not in the mood to hear him.

“satoru, i trust you. but i don’t trust her.”

“i’ll make her apologize.”

“ew, no.” you shivered at the thought of her apologizing. “i don’t want you near her anymore. her intentions are too fucking obvious.”

satoru physically hesitates. swallowing a gulp, his words come out quietly, “i can’t ignore her just like that..”

just as you were about to walk away, your head whipped to satoru as if you were slapped in that direction.

“what?”

“the project’s still ongoing, baby. i can’t ignore her just because you want me too.”

“fucking hell. kiss my ass, satoru. kiss her ass too while you’re at it,” you spat, flipping him off as you walked away.

if he can’t ignore her “just because you said so” then he can be ignored by you. maybe he did said something to make her think he’s on a dog collar.

you hear satoru calling for you, but you gave him no attention. you’ll deal with it tomorrow.

four › satoru’s new piercing idea: a bullet through his head.

satoru fucked up. he knows he fucked up. he should’ve said that after you calmed down. it couldn’t have gotten worse than this. the night flew by with you facing your back to him, the morning came with you acting as if he’s invisible.

sure, he fucked up, but at least reply to his good morning?!

he doesn’t know what to do. this is the first time you were angered to this point. usually, he’d be the one to better your mood, but he’s apart of the reason you’re as mad as you are.

your behavior went on for three days. far longer than satoru had anticipated. he’s given you your space, but now he can’t focus on his job.

his co-workers knew something was off with satoru. he’s not his usual self. they knew something happened the moment he declined a free meal. secretly, they gathered around, holding a confidential meeting to discuss satoru’s behavior.

everyone gave their opinions until an agreement was made: a couple’s argument had occurred.

evidence to support? satoru refrained from mentioning you, gave awkward answers when someone asked about you, and sulked when he looked at his lockscreen which was you.

saori, however, advanced her advancements to satoru. today was another day of her throwing her cleavage at him.

the photoshoot theme included two persons, but they weren’t meant to touch. they needed to act like enemies, but saori’s touching satoru as if he’s an all-you-can-touch event.

her hands slid down his chest, stopping at his abs. satoru doesn’t react— his eyes are empty, it’s clear that he wants the photoshoot to be over.

mia observed the two ever since the business trip, and she came to the conclusion that saori’s craving a place she was never meant to have.

“well aren’t you a little handsy, miss saori,” mia calls out, stopping the cameraman. “had i not known your boyfriend, i would've thought you were single.”

“who asked?” saori gives an attitude, but she moves her hand from satoru. the mention of her boyfriend bothered her.

the staff goes silent. a tension forms in the atmosphere. the calm before the storm, as they call it.

mia walks towards the two, placing a hand on saori’s shoulder when she nears her.

squeezing her shoulder, she leans down to saori’s level, “who’s the boss here? you’re chatty for a little girl who wants others’ belongings.” mia taunts, her voice cold.

saori gulps, slapping mia’s hand off her.

the action doesn’t bother mia in the slightest. instead, she leans to saori’s ears, whispering the unfortunate truth to her, “satoru will never want you, saori. remember that.”

straightening her posture, mia turns around to walk back to her designated position.

“back to work, everyone!”

with her order, everyone returns back to their previous doings. the tension is still heavy, and satoru’s still holds his empty gaze.

──

a thirty-minute break was called. at this moment, to each their own. the staff scrambled around, but satoru stayed put.

“saori,” his voice drags, “let’s talk alone.”

her expression brightens, feeling the butterflies tingle in her stomach. but little does she know, satoru’s about to act out of the character she knows him to be.

“s-sure! let’s do it in your dressing room,” she suggests, pulling satoru there.

once they’re in, she locks the door behind them. satoru sighs at the sight, but he doesn’t say anything about it. there’s something else he came here for.

“saori, do you like me? romantically?” he asks, leaning on the wall with crossed arms.

“i do,” she boldly confirms.

“then stop. you’re getting in between my relationship with (y/n),” he glares at saori, deciding it’s time to draw the line.

“ha, you’re still on that leash i see,” she scoffs, walking towards satoru until they’re face-to-face. “i’m better, satoru. you should choose me.”

satoru unfolds his arms, using one to push her away.

“saori, i’ve thought of you as nothing but a co-worker, a friend. you cannot be (y/n). so please, stop.”

clenching her jaw, saori tugs at satoru’s shirt’s collar, “i don’t give a flying fuck! you should be mine.”

satoru feels disgusted, a chain of chills cover his body. has saori always been like this?

“you have a boyfriend, for fuck’s sake!” he slaps her hand away, moving towards the door.

before he unlocks the door, he stops, turning around to clarify something before he forgets to, “oh, and if anything, the truth is that i’m the one who placed a dog collar on myself. so watch your mouth.”

with that, he leaves her alone, walking to where mia’s positioned.

“mia,” he calls for her.

mia turns to him, eyes wide for a second before she returns to her usual expression.

“need something, lovesick boy?” she teases, raising her eyebrows at him.

“if saori isn’t withdrawn from this project, then i’ll withdraw myself,” he threatens, running a hand through his hair exposing his forehead.

‘i’m not sure if this is unexpected or expected,’ mia thinks, not surprised at satoru’s request. it was only a matter of time.

“i’ll withdraw her. she pissed me off, too,” giving satoru her answer she pauses, and then continues, “but you really need to learn how to tell apart platonic actions from romantic.”

satoru cringes at her words, “ugh, leave me alone. i’m leaving.”

“you’ll be penalized for leaving during working hours!”

“blah blah blah.”

──

satoru’s destination was obvious. it’s your shared home. he would make his business to break the ice first.

messily unlocking the door, he kicks his shoes off, immediately looking for you. you’re not on the sofa, not in the bathroom, not in the kitchen, where the fuck are you?!

checking off your usual spots, he’s left with one: the bedroom.

quietly opening the door, he peeks in, observing the room for you. once he found you, he tiptoed in.

your back was turned to the door. whether you were sleeping or not was the least of his problems. he’ll wake you up if he has to.

“baby,” he carefully speaks, sitting on the edge of the bed with a hand on your blanketed figure.

you don’t answer him, but you do turn around to face him.

“i talked to saori. we won’t be in contact any time soon.”

“oh wow,” you said.

he clears his throat at your sarcasm, “ahem— anyway, i told her off, and asked for her to be removed from the project.”

“what made this sudden change? i thought you were glued to her.”

“she was glued to me!” he clarifies.

“tomato, tomahto. potato, potahto.”

ignoring your snarky remarks, he continues, “i told her about the ‘dog collar’ comment. i even told her to watch her mouth. i’ll cut contact with her on my phone, too.”

“so she’s gone? completely?” you questioned, removing a hand from under the blanket.

“yeah, i received a divine revelation and came to my senses. really, i thought she saw me as platonic as i saw her. i swear!” he confirms his innocence, staring at you with sadden eyes.

“you’re still a bitch,” you said, “i almost allowed utahime to go through with her bounty plan.”

sitting up, you took one of satoru’s fingers in your hand, “i’m glad you did that, but i’m still mad. you made me want to tell you to go fuck her and done with it.”

satoru’s mouth hangs open at the newly gained information.

“i didn’t, as you can see. i still love you so such words would never be spoken.”

“‘still’ she said.”

“don’t push it.”

a laugh escapes him. not listening to your warning, he pulls you into a hug. this time, it was a hug of desperation and relief. his head’s buried in your neck, breathing in the body mist you always wear at home.

“i’m sorry,” he apologizes.

“dear god, fuck that bitch i hope she dies,” you comforted satoru, returning his hug and patting his back.

do you have an issue with satoru? no, but he did set you off when he refused to cut contact with her when you asked.

it took him quite some days to see the vision, and you’re glad he did.

hey guys 😣 if anyone’s confused about this part:

“what made this sudden change? i thought you were glued to her.”

“she was glued to me!” he clarifies.

“tomato, tomahto. potato, potahto.”

it simply means “what’s the difference?”

when (y/n) said she thought satoru was glued to saori, satoru responded with “she’s glued to me!”

(y/n) says “tomato, tomahto. potato, potahto.” because it doesn’t matter how you pronounce it since it’s the same word. there’s no difference.

satoru was glued to saori and vice versa so what’s the difference fr

hope this helped 😜

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[fleurriee]

— stress reliever ; neteyam sully

pairing ; neteyam sully x fem!reader

synopsis ; your mate never took to stress well - but you couldn’t deny that it was a good look on him. so, when he comes home with a weight on his shoulders, you allow him to take it out on you.

word count ; 2.5k

themes ; smut, fluff, established relationship (mates)

warnings ; explicit content: dom!neteyam, scenting, pussy playing, p in v, let me know if there’s anything else..?

author’s note ; i really don’t know how i feel about this... but we’re gonna role with it. it got quite fluffy at the end bc this is still neteyam we’re talking about & that beautiful boy doesn’t have a bad bone in his body.

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Crouched against the floor, you hummed a quiet tune to yourself - your songcord created by yourself, waiting for more words added on with each achievement in your life. Your hands worked tenderly against the objects you were rearranging in front of you, originally believing that it was time for a new look within your tent. 

There wasn’t much else for you to do, after all - you’d prepared your dinner for that night, all it now needed was the heat from the awaiting fire; you’d spent a good amount of time with both Kiri and Tuk, the former wanting your presence next to you as she worked with her grandmother, and the latter wanting you to play whatever she randomly wanted to on that day. You didn’t mind spending your day with little random bits like this, because it was nice to not have to stress over so much weighing down upon your shoulders... unlike your mate.

Several times since moving in together, Neteyam had come home stressed out of his mind - whether it was from the actions of that day, or any upcoming day, it didn’t matter. Neteyam always took everyone’s blame as the older brother, wanting the rest of the clan to see that he would make a good Olo’eyktan one day. And, despite the way he hated the feeling of being distressed, he continued to do it. 

You only hoped today he’d come home happier. 

You were just finishing the end of your songcord, about to start it over again when you heard pounding footsteps from behind you. Turning around, you watched as your mate stormed through the entrance of your tent, hands clenched at his sides and brows furrowed in clear anger. He was mumbling and grumbling under his breath, shaking his head side to side and eyes casted down as you could only hear fucking Lo’ak escape his laboured breathing.

Neteyam had spent the day with the war party, helping his father train the younger hunters for the moment they’d be taking on more challenging tasks to help protect the clan. By both his actions and the cursing of his younger brother, you could only guess that Lo’ak had done something stupid, therefore causing everything else to fall like dominoes, and there was no doubt in your mind Neteyam probably took the blame. 

With your ears high on your head, you moved slowly as you stood up, disregarding your previous task and walking calmly over towards him. “Neteyam?” you questioned, voice soft so as not to startle him too much. You knew he’d never hurt you - he’d rather die before he ever thought about hurting you - but you knew he could set himself off, not wanting to him to spiral down a rabbit hole of despair. “Ma ‘teyam, is everything-”

Your words were cut off so abruptly that you felt the breath hitch in your throat, your legs suddenly leaving the ground as a gasp emanated from your lips. Warm, rough hands grasped themselves against the backs of your thighs, forcefully wrapping your legs around his waist and pressing you close to his chest. He squeezed your soft flesh, your arms holding tightly onto your mate’s shoulders as you stayed suspended in the air. 

In one swift movement, Neteyam had mercilessly untied the knots of your loincloth, movements hurried and fervent, before throwing the material somewhere unknown within your tent to the both of you, without a care for its disregard. At his actions, you couldn’t help the tightening within your core. 

“Need you, my yawne (beloved),” his voice rasped, forcing his head between the junction of your neck and shoulder, leaving teasing bites against your skin. “So fucking stressed, need your body - need your pussy.”

You felt your heat clench around nothing when his rushed words left his mouth and into the warmth of your skin. A whimper left your mouth as his hands squeezed your thighs again, leaving a lingering slap against your cheek. 

“Do you want me to take it out on you?” he questioned harshly, voice low in the back of his throat, sending shivers down your spine. “Do you want me to fuck you senseless, let me fuck all my anger into you?”

A whine, loud and clear, tore through the air, your body subconsciously moving closer to his own, grinding against his abs for some friction. You were so desperate for him, so needy for him, that you weren’t entirely sure what you were doing, mind so foggy, lustful, and full of him.

He left another harsh slap against your ass, rubbing his head further into your neck as he drowned himself in your scent, allowing his own to pore into you, too. “Need you to use your words, my muntxa (mate).”

Swallowing carefully, you attempted to collect your words. You nod your head, your legs tightening around him. “Ye-yes, ma ‘teyam. Please.”

He brought one of his hands around, snaking its way in between your unbelievably close bodies, keeping you firmly in place with just his another one. You could feel his fingers dance teasingly as they lowered further and further down, gasping loudly when you felt the sensation of his cold fingers against your warmth. Neteyam began to rub gentle circles, eliciting a hiss from you, a smirk bubbling up in his throat at your reaction, tail curling around your ankle.

“What do you want, narlor (beautiful)?” His fingers continued their painfully slow pace, knowing that it would drive you over the edge and have you begging - exactly what he wanted. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

You were quick with your words, desperate, lusting for more, for all of him. “You, ‘teyam,” you breath out softly, rubbing your cheek against the top of his head, somehow bringing him all the more closer. “I want you to fuck me.”

A chuckle painted tight against your skin sent you shivering, his fingers moving away from your core and leaving you whimpering at the loss of contact. He loved the way you submitted to him so easily, giving him exactly what he wanted - he loved to hear you beg and plead for more.

He didn’t say anything else - he didn’t have to. In one swift movement, his own loincloth was lying on the floor, his eager and impatient emotions getting the better of him before his entire length was free, slapping softly against your lower stomach as it twitched in anticipation. 

The feeling of him being so close, yet too far had you grinding against him again, his cock rubbing against your skin. Your hands tightened around his neck, fingers cleaving at his hair and pulling. A groan tumbled into your ears at your actions, a faint laugh escaping your lips at the reaction you could garner from your mate. 

But, it was taken away from you the moment you had it. He roughly planted his lips against your own, moving forcefully as your teeth clashed and tongues fought for dominance in a messy show of love. Neteyam wasn’t typically dominant when it came to sex, rather just making love to you the way he knew best - but when he got stressed, he wanted complete and utter control over you. 

And, you loved giving it to him, giving all of you to do whatever he pleased, but you also enjoyed teasing him. You enjoyed making him work for it, pushing so close to the edge he was moments away from snapping, because you knew, in the end, he’d fuck you until you were stuttering, breathless mess.

Hands returning to gripping your ass, squeezing more harshly then ever to show off the power dynamic he was craving, he continued to kiss you, wanting you to lose your breath but have you begging for more. When you pulled away from one another, lips swollen and eyes hooded, Neteyam made sure to keep his attention solely on you when he slammed his lips into your own, forcefully pushing himself inside of you.

On a normal occasion, Neteyam would take his time with you, making sure you were well taken care of and ready for him before bothering with himself. It wasn’t like you needed it, however - since mating, the two of you had had sex too many times to count, too loved up and adoring of one another that you simply couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. Now, you knew one another’s bodies like they were your own.

So, when Neteyam’s entire length pushed itself in you, completely bottoming out, a silent scream tore at your throat, eyes clasped shut, mouth agape and head hung back at how good it felt. You were sure there was nothing better in the entire world than the feeling of having Neteyam inside you, the warmth that blistered your body inside and out, the feeling of being full. You loved it.

Neteyam wasted no time in his movements, moving at full speed and not giving you a chance to adjust. He was angry, pent-up emotions getting the better of him as his eyes glazed over and all he could think about was fucking you senseless. He kept his grip firm on you, jaw clenched and eyes hardened as he watched your every reaction. 

With his cock kissing your cervix so intensely, you tightened your entire body around him, arms and legs moving yourself impossibly closer to him. Lewd noises filled up your tent, the mixture of Neteyam’s grunts, your moans, and your wetness beginning to gush out on your mate’s cock combining together as one, you were sure the whole clan could hear.

But, you found yourself not caring. You almost wanted people to hear - wanted them to know how good your mate treated you, how good he made you feel. You wanted them to know you were entirely his.

Another low grunt fell from Neteyam’s lips, his head beginning to fall back and eyes screwing shut at the pure bliss and pleasure consuming him. He loved the feeling of your body clawing closer to his, loved the feeling of your head burying into the crook of his neck as you whimpered lovingly, the sound music to his ears. 

Everything was becoming too much - you could feel yourself reaching closer and closer to the edge, whining submissively for more. “Nete-” you stuttered, not quite getting the correct words out, mind foggy and hazy. “Neteyam.” A guttural moan pierced through the atmosphere alongside his name, the two sounds coming together as he started to hit a specific part inside of you, spongy and warm and perfect. 

Neteyam forced his head forwards again as he continued pounding relentlessly into you, one hand grabbing the back of your hair and pulling it back so your faces were in front of one another, noses touching and breaths mingling. You were a panting mess, words jumbled and unsure - obvious signs that you were close to cumming. 

“You want to cum, my muntxa (mate)?” he asked, mouth wide open as he whispered the words into your own gaping mouth. Little whines were his only response, the sound sending warmth to both his heart and to his cock. “Hmm? You want to cum all over my cock?”

His words sent vibrations running through your entire system, from the bottoms of your toes all the way to your mind, your thoughts running wild. You could feel your tail beginning to shiver, too, another sign that the pleasure you were experiencing was too good, that you were close.

You nodded pathetically at his questions, desperate for him to give you exactly what you wanted. There was a brief moment where you wondered whether he’d stop so suddenly, ripping you away from your orgasm and making you start all over again just because he could. But, his anger was so prevalent, so built-up inside of him that he didn’t have the energy to be doing that - he just wanted to feel you as you let yourself go all over him like the good girl you were.

Your nod and whines were enough of an answer for him. “Then, cum,” he demanded, teeth gritting sharply and fangs pointing menacingly as he picked up speed, his balls slapping against your folds, willing you to cum. “Cum, my muntxa (mate).”

In an instant, you were completely sent over the edge, all mushy and whimpering and shaking as you came down form your high. You could feel Neteyam’s own release filling up your insides, too, painting your walls and swallowing his gravelly moan. His pounding didn’t stop, but it did cease, ensuring that you were both fully satisfied and his cum stayed inside of you exactly where it belonged.

With slow movements, you continued to pant into his mouth, lips messily attempting to kiss one another, sweaty foreheads coming in contact as you rubbed your noses together. The silence that ensued was welcoming, comforting, just the sounds of your aftermath and the scent of the two of you lingering against one another - heaven.

Neteyam continued to hold you in his arms, making sure you were safe in his grasp but softening his hold. He began to caress your skin lovingly, placing a tender kiss against your lips. You found your head leaning more towards his own once he pulled away, not wanting him to part so soon. “Are you okay?” he questioned, the fast-paced situation finally catching up to him. “I wasn’t too rough on you, was I?”

A blissful smile played at your lips, loving how he could switch from two different types of dominant in the matter of seconds - fucking you until your thoughts were filled of nothing but his cock, and making sure you were safe and rightfully cared for. Your eyes were still hooded and clouded when you responded, so quiet it was almost inaudible. “No, you were perfect.” Unwrapping one of your hands from around his neck, your cradled his jaw, your thumb rubbing gently under his eye. “Are you okay now?”

He chuckled at your question, understanding that you were insinuating to his stressed-out state when he first came home. Shaking his head, he smiled down at you adoringly. “Much better now, thanks to you.” He noticed your unsure expression, knowing how you’d rather him talk about his problems to you so he wasn’t keeping them entirely to himself. To ease you, he continued to rub your noses together, basking in your euphoric scent. “I’ll tell you about it later... right now, I just want you.”

Still snuggled in his arms, you allowed him to walk the two of you over to your mat in the corner, sitting down first so you could lay comfortably on top of him. The sensation of still having his cock stuffed inside your walls was warming to you, keeping your hands securely around his neck and burying you head further into his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. 

It wasn’t long until you were flat-out, your intimate actions having completely exhausted you. Neteyam stayed awake for a little longer, listening to your comforting breathing as the stress dispersed from his body entirely. There wasn’t anything better than being with you - in any way possible, he wasn’t picky - your demeanour having the wonderful ability to soothe him, to bring him back down to earth. 

Neteyam couldn’t have asked for a better mate - and he thanked Ewya everyday for blessing him with you. 

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[misstycloud]

Yan! Platonic brother x reader x Yan! Boyfriend

Summary: You and your boyfriend have decided to have a movie night, but it seems like your brother won’t let you have the evening to yourselves.

———————-

“Okay, what movie do you want to watch?” You asked and stepped up on the porch.

“I don’t know, you decide.” Tim responded with a kind smile, he always let you chose the movie. Honsestly, sometimes you wished he wasn’t so compliant.

“What, is there really nothing YOU’RE interested in?” You whined, turning the keys and unlocking the front door.

Tim shrugged and said, “Whatever you chose is fine.”

You silently stared at him, and he gazed lovingly back at you, you blinked and he did too. Finally you gave up and sighed, opening the door to your home. As the two of you were kicking off your shoes in the hallway, another figure emerged from within the house. It was your twin brother, Kai.

“Sis, you’re back! Are you-“ he stopped the moment he discovered you had company over, and gulped down the sneer that almost overcame him. The (h/c) haired boy cleared his throat in a forced manner, “O-oh, I don’t know you brought company..”

“Sorry, I forgot to tell you. But it’s fine right? Tim and I are just gonna watch a movie in my room.” You had forgotten to inform your brother about your guest, but you assumed it didn’t matter much since he visited a lot anyway.

“But I thought WE were gonna watch something tonight.“ Kai muttered, dejected.

“Right, um, can we do that another night?” You expressed apologetically. You had been so busy with action that you completely overlooked your agreement to stream Kai’s favourite show with him.

The boy in question hesitated before giving you a weak nod. “Sure…”

You expressed your gratitude by hugging him. “Thanks!” You exclaimed.

Before he even had the chance to reciprocate the action, you were already heading further inside and Tim soon followed, leaving Kai to his lonesome in the hallway.

You stood in the kitchen and poured snacks in big bowls and grabbed drinks from the fridge, preparing for the evening. Your boyfriend just sat on one of the kitchen chairs, watching you move about. He would have liked to help you organise things, if it wasn’t for the fact that he knew you’d immediately object and kick him out of the room in order to work in peace without him interrupting by offering his aid. You’d say that he was a guest and you had invited him there, not the other way around. So the person to fix everything should be you.

The blonde would have loved to do absolutely everything for you, but you were just so stubborn. Barely letting him hold the door for you, saying that you didn’t want to take advantage of him in any way. Oh, if you only knew of the things he was willing to do for you, all you had to do was ask. He would blackmail, he would lie, beat someone to a pulp, he’d commit murder as well. He had heard you in school, complaining to your friend about no one seemingly having any interest towards you and asking you out.

You confessed to them that you became insecure over it, there were hundreds of students in your collage, did really not a single one of them think you were somewhat attractive. God, he wanted to step out from the corner he was hiding and yell that it wasn’t true in the slightest. You were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen in his life and probably most others, too.

The true reason why not a single soul had taken a chance with you was because of Tim, himself. But he couldn’t help it! He wasn’t the one to blame when you suddenly appeared, like an angel, in his life. It wasn’t your fault for being so wonderful, either. That’s just how you were, so cute, warm and incredibly kind.

The perfect partner for him

He quickly understood he couldn’t let you slip from his fingers and disappear from his life. Something had to be done, and he was very willing to do it if it meant he could spend all of his future days with you.

“So, are you ready for cuddles and snacks time?” You said excitedly when you finished your task.

Tim smiled, “Always.”

Waking up the stairs, you carried all the goodies in your arms. Laying them out on the table, you proceeded to open the closet to take some extra pillows and blankets to create a pillow fort. Tim, who stood behind you, seated himself on your bed and began looking for your remote control. It must have disappeared somewhere in your bed, the sheets having devoured it and making it near impossible to find.

You often watched TV late at night and it happened that your fell asleep while holding it. Which resulted in it being lost the next day. When you returned, your sweet boyfriend was laying down, remote in hand, waiting for you. You giggled and joined him on the bed, he helped you cover your bodies with the blankets you found. The movie you decided on became Titanic, because for some reason Tim hadn’t seen it.

“What, how can you not have seen Titanic?” You exclaimed, sending him a shocked look.

“I don’t know. I just haven’t, I guess.” He responded nonchalantly.

“Well we need to change your ‘unwatched’ status to ‘watched’, because you’re not going anywhere until you’ve seen it and cried.” You pressed on the play button on the remote and started the movie.

Good that you’d equipped yourselves with snacks since it was fucking long. You’ll probably be forced to take a break in between scenes in order to not fall asleep. After around an hour into the film, someone interrupted your focus towards the screen and you began to grin, it took all your willpower not to start laughing.

For under the blankets, a pair of hands had curled their way around your stomach. It appeared your sweet Tim wanted to enact snuggle time, but with the way he ‘discreetly’ tried to introduce it, he obviously forgot how ticklish you can be. He was very soft in how he hugged around you, the almost feather like touches tickled.

“Huh, why’re you laughing?” He cocked his head to the side when he noticed your muffled giggles, not understanding if you thought the current scene playing to be funny. To him, it didn’t seem like an especially joyous event.

“N-no..it’s..pfft-nothing.” Now that he moved to look at you, he unintentionally just made things worse. You tried to wiggle out of his hold in an attempt to stop his assault.

When you exhibited struggle to pry his arms off, instead off letting you go, Tim tightened his grasp and frowned at you. “What are you doing?” He asked, scanning your form up and down.

“You’re tickling me!”

The moment you uttered your complaint, he let go off you. You took a moment to breathe and heard him saying from behind you, “Ah, sorry. I didn’t notice..” he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck.

“It’s fine, Tim.” You reassured, “but maybe you could just tell me you wanted to cuddle?”

“Yeah, sorry.” Tim apologised once more and pouted.

You wanted to ‘awe’ at his cute behaviour, you leaned in closer and planted a peck on his cheeks which turned bright red. A smirk made its way into his face and he threw his arms around you, without tickling you this time, of course. You shrieked as he buried his face in your neck.

“Haha!” You laughed at his affectionate antics and let yourself be pulled into his lap.

There you sat and thought about how lucky you were to get someone like Tim to date you. He was still nuzzling your nape and your attention was caught by his soft, golden curls. Playing with them, you relished in the fluffy texture and resolved to detangle his hair for him. The many small knots suggested he hadn’t combed it.

The still playing movies background noise, together with you running your fingers through his thick locks, had Tim near to fall asleep. It was amazingly soothing to be in your presence, he thought. And there was no other place he’d rather be.

The calm mood was disrupted by the door flinging open. The sound had you tumbling to the floor when you hastily pulled away from your boyfriend. Since there was only one other person in the house, it could be someone else but them who decided to barge in.

“Hey, thought since you couldn’t watch something with me and since I haven’t got anything to do, I might as well join in!” Kai said cheerfully and strolled over to see your form on the floor. “Why are you on the floor?” He asked, confused.

“Well someone who came in unannounced, kinda scared me half dead.” You grumbled at your brothers spontaneous visit, and went to resume your position on the bed. But before you could, the same person took your place beside Tim, who looked just as surprised as you.

“What are you watching?” Kai turned his attention to the bright screen and popped a chip into his mouth. “Oh, Titanic!” He answered his own question.

You sighed and let yourself from rolling your eyes. It wasn’t the first time your brother had done something like this. Ever since you first started going out with Tim, he was more clingy than usual, asking if he could come with whenever you and Tim decided to go somewhere. Times when you wanted to have some alone time- like now for example- were hindered by the (h/c) haired young man. You lived Kai, you really did. He was your brother after all! But…sometimes you wished he’d just leave you the hell alone.

Giving up, you settled on the spot beside Kai, whit Tim on the other side of him. As discreetly as possible, Tim leaned back and gave you an awkward glance which you reciprocated.

‘Sorry’ you mouthed at him. Luckily he didn’t seem mad, a little frustrated would suit his defeated expression better.

“Oh, I totally remember this scene!” Kai blurted out with an exited gasp. “Wasn’t this your favourite scene, sis?”

“Huh? Oh- yeah!”

After half an hour, nature called you and you stood up, telling the two people in your room, “I need to go to the bathroom, you don’t have to pause.” and proceeded to leave the area.

“Okay” both of them replied simultaneously and looked at each other with blank faces when they did.

“I’ll save some chocolate for you, darling.” Said Tim, lovingly smiling at you with overwhelming affection.

“Yeah, and I’ll leave chips for you.” Your twin added, also beaming.

The moment you were completely out of the room, their smiles faded and turned to blank slates once more. The monotone look eventually became sour frowns.

“I’ll save some chocolate for you, daaarling~” Kai used a high pitch voice to enact his mockery. “Ugh, gross, don’t see why my sister would date something like you.”

The offended man crossed his arms in defiance, “What?”

“I talking about your weird nicknames. She hates that stuff, you know.”

Tim huffed, “Does she, now.”

“Yeah, she mentions all the time how she hates how you refer to her as ‘sweetheart’ and ‘dear’. It creeps her out.” The (h/c) boy smirked at his victorious jab at the other man’s confidence.

The blonde tried to act like this didn’t bother him in the slightest, but if he had to be honest with himslef, the insecurity of this possibility being true made him waver. Never did he have any sort of indication you disliked his affection, so he didn’t think that you may not enjoy his nicknames. He wished to be seen as reliable and strong in front of you, and hide the side of him that was scared of being left alone.

He knew of your brothers objection of him, but he wouldn’t let him stop him from being with you. It made things harder, yes. But he was willing to anything. Getting rid of Kai probably wasn’t an option, not one that was easily made. You’d notice his disappearance immediately, especially as the two of you were living together. You split the living costs and were able to attend the same collage. The love you held for your twin was nothing he could replace, either, and he didn’t want you to be sad if Kai vanished.

“That isn’t true, she loves me and I love her. If she hated the nicknames she’d have told me long ago and you’d never heard of them.”

“Believe what you want, but it’s all in fact true.” Kai sneered. “You’re not good enough for her, you should do the right thing and leave.” He hissed.

Out of all the guys you could have gone out with, why did it have to be him? He wasn’t that smart and didn’t even have any money that could have lured you in. He was just a regular dude that happened to go to the same school, noting special about him.

Though he would have liked to have your attention on anyone other, he especially hated Tim. The only thing he had to offer was his ‘love’ and that, Kai felt wasn’t enough for his sister. You were the best sister anyone could ever have, and he was overjoyed he got to be your sibling. Who was the one to defend him against all those bullies that didn’t approve of him liking flowers when he was young? It was you. Who always let him cry on their shoulder and comfort him? It was you. Who cared for him when no one else wanted to? It. was. you.

“I’m not leaving, so better get used to it.”

“Ugh, are you deaf!” He banged his fist on the table before him, “can’t you just go a-“

“-what did I miss?” you came back from the bathroom and looked at the TV, seeing a recognisable image. “Oh, we’re at this point.”

Shifting your gaze to the two boys, your eyebrow shot up, how they focused all their attention to the screen was strange and unnatural, like they were forcing themselves.

“Did somethifng happen?”

“No- not at all!” They quickly replied.

“Everything great here.” Kai convinced you and you let this slide, thinking they might have just had their ‘bro-talk’ or something.

“O-okay..”

As you joined them, you failed to notice the harsh flares they sent each other.

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the bond - chapter fifteen.

*bond: a relationship between people or groups based on shared feelings, interests, or experiences.

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“U-Um, hello!”

You pause at the feeling of a tug against your skirt, eyes slowly flickering downwards only to see a wide pair of innocent eyes staring back at you. Instantly, a smile curls on your lips as you crouch so you’re more at the child’s height, tilting your head curiously.

“Yes?” You ask, voice soft as you peer down at him.

The boy fidgets for a moment, hands behind his back, body twisting before suddenly there’s something shoved in your face. You blink, head jerking back slightly at the sudden intrusion, before your eyes focus on what’s being offered to you – it’s a flower. A single flower that the boy had obviously plucked from the ground himself; it’s white and in full bloom and it isn’t very often that you see flowers anymore and you feel your heart warm when you realize that this boy had gone out of his way to pluck this and give it to you. 

Raising your hand, you slowly take the flower from in between his tiny little fingers, your smile brightening with warmth. “Thank you so much, Louis,” you whisper, reaching forward to ruffle his hair.

His cheeks warm in response and he giggles at the action, half-heartedly swatting your hands away as he grins ear to ear.

“I saw it and thought of you,” he explains when you pull your hand away and the comment makes your heart melt.

“That’s so sweet, Louis,” you grin, poking at his sides lightly while holding the flower in your other hand safely, not wanting to crush it.

His lips part to say something, but before he can, another voice cuts in;

“Hey, kid,” Jean calls, pulling your eyes on him in surprise, not having heard him walk up. Your eyes drift past him to where he’d been before with Armin and Eren, seeing the other two walking with Historia, carrying some supplies you all were gathering for the orphanage Historia had set up.

“Historia needs you for something.”

You know instantly it’s a lie but Louis, oblivious in his naivety, simply smiles up at Jean, nodding quickly and moving to run off, but not without sending you one last nervous, bashful smile. You wave at him as he runs off, slowly pushing yourself to a stand, dusting off the imaginary dirt on your skirt as you turn to grin up at Jean who’s made his way over to you, taking the now vacant spot in front of you.

“Were you jealous?” You grin up at him, eyes wide with mischief.

Cheeks warming, Jean looks to the side; “of course not. He’s just a kid.”

“Well, he’s quite sweet,” you comment, holding up the flower the boy had given you with a bright grin, watching Jean carefully. His eyes slowly flicker to the flower, a heavy pout present on his lips as he glowers down at the inanimate object. “Look at the beautiful flower he gave me. Said he picked it specifically for me.”

Jean stares at it for a moment before he lowers the crate in his hands, plucking the flower from your fingers in one-swell movement. For a moment, you panic, not wanting the flower to be crushed, but Jean is careful with it as he slowly uses his free hand to brush back a stray strand of hair, tucking it behind your ear and then proceeding to thread the stem of the flower behind your ear as well, so that’s tucked nicely and resting against your forehead. Your cheeks warm instantly, heat running through you as you stare blankly up at Jean and he simply grins down at you.

It takes you a moment, before your lips part, and slowly reach to touch the flower, meeting Jean’s eyes; “Jean!” You hiss lightly, shaking your head at him, but not removing the flower either.

He just chuckles, “it compliments your eyes,” he smiles.

You blink, before sputtering, eyes zipping around you; “someone could see!”

Jean snorts; “as if they don’t know already.”

Pouting, you glance at your feet, hugging the shawl around your shoulders tighter; “still…”

Stepping towards you, Jean shakes his head; “why do you still get so embarrassed?”

Cheeks burning, you glance up at him; “stop teasing me.”

“It’s a genuine question.”

You just huff, moving to step past him, leaning down to grab the crate you’d been about to bring inside before Louis had called for you. Before you can however, Jean quickly cuts in, taking it from your hands. You watch him with parted lips as he takes your crate, stacking it on top of his own, bending down to pick the both of them up.

“I’m capable of carrying a crate, you know,” you comment as you fall into step next to him.

He shrugs nonchalantly; “I know.”

Rolling your eyes, you can’t help the smile that curls onto your lips despite yourself, letting your eyes wander as the two of you fall into a comfortable silence. You watch the kids as they run around, not a care in the world, giggling and playing around with one another, unable to stop how happy it makes you feel.

“What’s got you so happy?”

Blinking, you turn to Jean, seeing his eyes already on you.

“This is so wonderful,” you say simply, “what Historia is doing for these kids. I mean, look how happy they are.”

Jean doesn’t respond right away, and after a moment of silence, you turn to face him. He’s still just staring back at you.

“What?” you ask, brows furrowing.

“Nothing,” he brushes off, “it’s just… you’re so good with them.”

“The kids?”

“Yeah,” he nods.

“I love them,” you explain, “I always have. I always wanted a little brother or sister when I was younger but it was just my mom and I so…” Letting your eyes wander around, you try to ignore the uncomfortable feeling that twists in your chest at the thought of your mom and how alone she’d been… you try not to think about Kenny.

But of course, despite how hard you try, he still comes to mind.

“Have you told anyone?” Jean asks softly, gesturing towards your friends ahead of you. You marvel at the way he’s able to just know, not having to ask or clarify. It warms your heart in a way you hadn’t thought possible, finding it sweet how well Jean seems to understand.

“I told Mikasa,” you nod, “mainly because she’s an Ackerman too… but she didn't really know anything either. Still, it was nice to tell someone.”

“And the rest?”

You frown, glancing at your feet.

“You know they won’t judge you, right?”

Swallowing thickly, you sigh; “but what if–”

“What if nothing,” Jean cuts in before you can finish, pulling your eyes on him with a blink. “They would never think any less of you if they knew Kenny was your father. They know who you are.”

Staring back at him, your lips part. 

Jean just nods at you; “I promise.”

“I-I… I’ll tell them soon,” you whisper, “maybe… maybe tonight?”

Jean smiles, “good idea.”

-

“We can win! We can beat ‘em! With the new weapons, the Titans will crumble like paper!”

Taking another spoonful of your soup, you raise a brow at Marlo who’s sat across from you.

“You’re so damn worked up,” Jean grumbles, sitting beside you, “only you would be happy about becoming a Scout.”

“That’s right,” Sasha nods, turning to Marlo, “didn’t Hitch try to stop you from joining?”

“Hitch?” Marlo raises a brow, “why would she?”

Almost instantly, you recognise the shit-eating grins on both Connie and Sasha’s faces.

Poor Marlo…

“Why?” Sasha laughs, “‘cus you two are… you know?”

They both laugh like two kids.

“I don’t follow, but…” Marlo, ever so oblivious, simply shrugs. “Hitch told me off, saying I wasn’t cut out for it and not to act cool. That if I stayed in the Military Police, I could coast along in life. I thought she was better than that… Told her I was wrong about her.”

“You shit,” Jean curses, shaking his head.

“Huh?”

“Marlo,” Armin calls, “are you stupid?”

“He’s a bow cut imbecile,” Sasha glares.

“Marlo,” you call, pulling his eyes on you. “Hitch was, you know…” And you trail off, not sure how to tell him exactly. Was he really that oblivious? 

But then you remember the guy sat next to you, and you think he could be.

Seemed most boys were.

“You idiot,” you huff, pressing a hand against your forehead.

“Why?” Eren questions, turning to you in genuine confusion. “Marlo said nothing wrong.”

“Figures you’d say that…” You huff, shaking your head as your eyes briefly glance in Mikasa's direction before turning back to Eren. “You’re just as much of an idiot as he is when it comes to girls.”

Eren’s eyes widen, lips parting to argue, but Jean cuts in before he can, turning back to Marlo. “Anyways, the only ones as worked up as you are the recruits with zero battle experience.” you nod to Jean’s words – he’s right.

“Whoa, whoa…”

Pausing, you frown at the familiar voice.

“Think you’re some veteran hero now?”

Glancing over your shoulder, you glare at Floch.

“Compared to you,” Jean says simply, “I am.”

But as usual, Flock doesn’t let that go, moving to stand up with two others trailing behind him as he moves to stand at the edge of your table, directly beside you. “How rude,” Floch grins, setting his hand on his hip. “Weren’t we in the one-oh-fourth together? Besides, we’re not the only ones. Everyone in the walls is pumped up about the idea of retaking Wall Maria.”

Everyone at the table stares back at him blankly.

“Is that so?”

Floch blinks, “still… you all do seem different now. It’s your faces, I guess…”

You huff when his eyes fall on you.

“Even you, Y/N… you look at me differently,” he frowns, “what happened?”

You just glance back at him; “you wanna know?”

“N-No…” He stammers, losing his edge, “I think… I think I’ll ask later.”

He walks off then, and slowly, the mood lessens as him and his friends leave. You freeze when you feel a pair of eyes on you, noticing Jean look at you. Clearly, he wants you to speak up about your father now…

You quirk a brow at him, as if to ask; now?

And he just stares back. Now.

Swallowing thickly, you ignore the nerves that burst through you, moving to clasp your hands tightly beneath the table, feeling your palms grow slightly wet with sweat. Your eyes flicker across the table, before seeing Jean’s reassuring gaze, and you force yourself to speak; “I-I–”

“I’m outta here,” Connie calls before you can finish, your wide eyes falling on him. It seems he hadn’t heard you... “See you later.”

Sasha turns to him, “eh? So soon?”

He stands up, “Tomorrow's a prep day, so I’m heading to my village in the morning.” Then, grabbing his plate, he moves to walk off. “Might find out something new there. Goodnight.”

You don’t argue or try to pull him back – this was his mom and you didn’t want to bombard him with something new… especially if it revolved around your own parents. You knew how much his mom meant to him and how often he visited his village in hopes that he might discover something new… discover something that might bright his mom back.

He never did though.

And it felt like he never will.

Sasha waits until he’s fully gone before speaking up; “turning Connie’s mom back to normal… isn’t impossible, right?”

You swallow thickly.

“Yeah…” Armin mumbles, “if our understanding of Titans keeps improving, someday…”

Silence falls over the table.

“A nightmare, huh?”

Blinking, you turn to Eren confused.

“Eh?”

“With all that’s happened,” Eren mumbles, voice soft as he moves to explain. “It’s been so vague… But who exactly are we fighting against?” Biting your lip, you frown at his words, thinking of Reiner, Bertholdt and Annie. “That is, are Titans just… people being tormented by some nightmare? For a time, I was… one of those Titans–”

“Eren!” Mikasa suddenly cuts in, voice sharp.

Eren gasps in response, blinking out of his thoughts as he looks at Mikasa across from him.

“You still have bread and soup left,” is all she says. “Save talking for after you’ve eaten.”

Face easing, Eren glances at his bowl; “right. Sorry, Mikasa.”

“For crying out loud, Eren,” Jean pipes up, sending the boy a mirthless glare. “I swear that’s all you do lately… mumbling shit to yourself.”

Frowning, you grab Jean’s arm, hissing his name.

He just shakes his head to you, softening his expression as he turns back to Eren; “when you should be trying to remember that one guy. You saw, right? In the cavern when those memories came back… That guy in the Scouts who you think met your dad.”

“Yeah,” Eren nods, “that day, I’m pretty sure he was with my dad.” Taking a drink, Eren slams his cup back down on the table. “He’s gotta know something. The thing is, though, I feel like I’ve met the guy somewhere.”

“You mean not Dr. Jaeger, but you, yourself?” Armin clarifies.

Pressing a hand to his forehead, Eren nods; “I think so…”

“I mean,” you mumble, meeting at Eren’s. “It’s possible.”

Sasha leans forward at that; “smack your head and see if you remember.”

“That’s right, twerp,” Jean is quick to agree. “You might remember if you stopped holding hands with Historia for once. Get a head-butt from the commandant.”

Narrowing his eyes, Eren turns to Jean; “if that helped me remember, I’d–”

But he cuts himself off before he finishes, lips parting as his eyes widen almost in recollection. You frown in response, leaning past Jean’s shoulder to glance at him as he stares off into space for a moment before suddenly standing, slamming his hands on the table so abruptly it causes a bit of your own soup to slosh out of the bowl.

Jerking your head back, you glance up at him.

“The Cadet Corps commandant… Keith Shadis!”

-

Turns out the man in Eren’s memories was Keith.

After you and the rest of Squad Levi rode out to talk to him, the mission to reclaim the Wall was officially announced. 

Thus, a celebration on the night before the mission had been announced. A celebration that was rewarded with actual meat to all the Scouts–of course, Sasha had instantly gone ballistic at the sight, salivating in the mouth and nearly tearing Jean’s hand apart when the meat had been taken from her. Eren and Connie had then elected to tie her up against a post so everyone could get their fair share; something you’d initially felt bad about, but when she tried to take a chomp out of your own hand, you decided it was maybe best.

So, now, you simply sat at the table with the rest of your friends, nursing your drink while you savoured the meat in small bites, simply listening to the chatter around you.

Truth was, you’re not really listening to anything around you. Your thoughts are filled with the thoughts of your home, and the fact that come tomorrow, you’d be returning. After all this waiting, all the patience and the loss and the trouble in between, you’d finally be returning home.

You couldn’t believe the words yourself. It still felt unreal. 

Jean had tried to talk to you, but he’d easily recognized that it was hard for you to gather your thoughts currently. So, he left you to yourself, a silent reassurance by your side while he left a hand on your thigh to let you know he was there for you even if he wasn’t saying anything and if you needed. You appreciate the sentiment, a smile on your face when he’d first done it, bumping your shoulder against his own every so often.

You think of your mom, of the day she died. You think of Ms. Schneider and the way she’d sacrificed her life for you. You think of the day you’d been forced to flee the only home you’ve ever known, a place that had once been the extent of your entire world; you hadn’t known anything outside of those walls and that small, poor village. But you’d loved every bit of it and you wouldn’t trade it for anything. 

Because when you felt scared or lonely, you thought of those walls, of your small home. You think of Ms. Schneider’s fresh baked bread, and your mothers warm hand against your cheek, and you think that despite it all, you’d been loved and cherished and protected and the two most important women in your life had given theirs for you.

And you were going to finally be able to return that sacrifice and reclaim their home so they could rest in peace.

But, somewhere along the way, ultimately, your thoughts turn to Kenny. Kenny who's your father, Kenny who you’d been searching for and never really found, at least not in the way you’d hope, and your eyes fall to your friends around you and you think, you didn’t want to go into what could be your death without them knowing the truth.

They were your family now. All of them. And you cherished them all so much. It wasn’t right of you to keep such a secret from them. Not after all of you had been through.

“I have something to say, if you all don’t mind,” you find yourself speaking, the chatter that had existed amongst them all quieting as Eren and Connie take their respective seats. All pairs of eyes fall on you, and even in the corner of your eye you see Sasha seizing her struggle to listen as well.

Your eyes meet Jean’s ultimately, and he’s smiling at you like he already knows, the grip on your thigh squeezing in reassurance before your eyes flicker across the rest, and you find yourself smiling brighter when you see Mikasa looking at you warmly. Maybe she’s been waiting for you to say something as well. Either way, the smile is reassuring in ways she’ll probably never know.

“What is it, Y/N?” Armin asks, head tilted in question as he glances at you.

“It’s just… we’ve all been through a lot together,” you explain, holding your drink close to yourself as you smile in thought, remembering when you’d all first met, fresh faces in the recruits. Never could any of you have known just how all of your lives would change. But, regardless, you are happy it changed with them. “I adore each and every one of you, including you Marlo, even though I’ve only known you for a short time,” you add, sending him a smile as he flushes lightly in response. “So I don’t want there to be anything hidden between me and you guys.”

Armin’s brows furrow, and Connie looks positively confused. Eren’s waiting for you to finish and Marlo is glancing around trying to gauge everyone else's reaction. You laugh lightly at it all, biting your lip. 

“I joined the Scouts because I was there the day the wall fell in Shiganshina. Because it was my home,” your eyes flicker to Eren, meeting his knowing gaze. “But, I also joined the Scouts to find my father. I wasn’t really sure if I ever would, but my mother’s dying words asked me to, so I knew I had to try… and…”

Everyone waits patiently, and a hand is reaching for yours, threading through your fingers as you turn to Jean, struggling to find the words. He just nods at you, silent but no words are needed for you to understand.

You nod in return, his assurance allowing you to say the words you’ve been struggling to say for a while. 

“I found him.”

There’s a chorus of gasps, shock flooding the faces of those who didn’t already know.

“Who is it?” Connie asks, the first to speak as he usually is as he glances at you with impatience.

You meet his gaze, swallowing thickly. “Kenny Ackerman.”

There’s a pause. You hesitate to glance at everyone’s reactions, fearing the worst despite all of Jean’s reassurances. What if they did hate you? What if they thought you were some sort of monster like him? This was the man who had captured both Eren and Historia only recently after all… had helped try to sacrifice Eren to Historia… 

Surely Eren must at least despise you because of it.

But as your eyes finally fall on Eren, gaining the courage, he’s just looking at you with wide eyes. 

“Like Kenny the Ripper?” He’s asking, leaning towards you past Armin in surprise. 

Turning to him, you hesitate; “y-yes…”

He doesn’t look mad or upset or disgusted or anything. Instead, he just looks absolutely surprised, a certain kid-like expression of wonder in his gaze as he shakes his head. “Woah.” 

You turn to him, baffled, before Armin is speaking up; “that makes you an Ackerman… like Mikasa.” Of course he’s the first to make the connection, glancing from you to Mikasa, before settling on you with wonder.

Meeting Mikasa’s gaze, she moves to answer for you; “to my knowledge, Y/N and I have no relation but yes, we’ve talked about it before.”

Connie whips to face you; “you told Mikasa before you told us?”

Sasha in the background calls out indignantly in response. As usual, the two are in sync with one another (even while one is tied up against a post).

“Hah,” Jean lets out a cackle, letting go of you as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I knew before any of you.”

You roll your eyes at his smugness, but Connie just glares at him, before looking at you in betrayal. There’s a hurt expression on your face, and you’re touched in the way he regards your friendship, Sasha too, and rush to explain.

You sigh, “I was just nervous… I mean, after all Kenny did, I didn't want you guys to think less of me...”

There’s a pause, and everyone is staring at you in disbelief.

Armin shakes his head, the first to speak when he sees the panicked look in your eyes; “we wouldn’t.” He assures, his voice sure with certainty as he smiles lightly at you.

You return his smile. 

“Yeah,” Eren pipes up from beside him, shrugging as he glances at you, taking a bite of his meat. “You’re too nice to ever be like him. Like… way too nice.”

“Oi,” Jean calls out sharply, glaring at Eren. “Quit it.”

Eren just blinks back at him; “what?”

Biting your lip, you smile to yourself.

“I feel like it isn’t my place to say,” Marlo speaks up hesitantly, “but I agree.”

You turn to him, but before you can say anything, Connie is reaching across the table to slap a hand on your shoulder. You huff slightly at the weight, but when you meet his eyes, he’s grinning brightly at you.

“As if,” he says, chuckling. It’s simple, but it says enough.

The worry that had been plaguing you for days washes away like a breeze, feeling as if you weighed ten times less than you had before, body easing as you nod at all of them, smiling brightly. 

As chatter falls amongst them all again, your eyes meet Jean’s once more, blushing at the grin he sends you. Rolling your eyes, you just shake your head, shoving him lightly as he laughs. But, as his arm wraps around you, you fall against him with ease, unable to fight the smile that won’t fade from your lips.

Even as a minute later, Eren and Jean start arguing again.

-

You inhale sharply, trying to steal the nerves running amok through your body.

You haven’t felt this nervous since your first mission outside of the walls but you try to ignore it and focus on prepping your gear, making sure everything is locked in place properly. Which is proving to be a bit more difficult given that your hands won’t stop shaking.

“Y/N.”

Pausing, a small gasp leaves your lips at the sound of Levi’s voice, head slowly turning upward to see him standing next to you from where you’re crouched. As usual, his face is hard to read as glances down at you.

He’s already in his gear, his green cape wrapped around his shoulders, and it looks like he’d been on his way to Commander Erwin before he’d stopped by you. A quick glance to your left tells you you need to hurry as Erwin is getting ready to make his speech to the crowd that has gathered below the wall, and letting out a shaky exhale, you turn back to Levi.

“Yes, Captain?”

His face softens then, just faintly. If you weren’t watching so carefully, you wouldn’t have noticed it. His face twists slightly, as if struggling to find the words, but before you can say more, he’s reaching forward, letting his hand fall on your head gently. “Stay sharp out there,” he says, voice quiet in a way so only you can hear him.

Your lips part in shock, meeting his eyes as he smiles just faintly down at you.

“Don’t get killed.”

The words are said plainly, but you can see the meaning behind them as he looks down at you.

Truthfully, you and Levi haven’t really talked about him being your family since right after Historia’s coronation. He’d been clear about you not telling anyone else, and besides Jean (who you’ve made swear he’ll never tell anyone), you’ve kept that promise. And you didn’t let yourself be fooled into thinking your relationship with Levi would change, although he’d been kind enough to acknowledge the fact that you were family, Levi was still your squad captain and you didn’t want to betray that trust in any way.

But he’d been different in subtle ways. Sometimes you’d catch his gaze on you, as if watching to make sure you were okay. He was harder on you in training, but in a way that told you it was more because he wanted to make sure you were prepared and strong enough for anything. And then, in the same way, he was less harsh with you if you did something wrong versus than he was with everyone else.

A fact that, despite his own words, had caught the attention of your friends. You can’t remember how many times Eren has complained to you about Levi being hard on him and asking why you seemed to not get the same treatment. Sasha and Connie teased you that you were a teacher’s pet, as well, of course. Even Jean, who knew, couldn’t help but pout at the way you seemed to get off a little easier than the rest.

But you didn’t really mind.

You wouldn’t really say it, but you liked the special treatment. Even if it got you teased.

Because Levi is the only family you have left, and even if he doesn’t show it or even though the two of you are still working out just what that means, you know he treasures that fact. And you do too.

So, his words are simple. Plain. Not all that special. But you get the meaning behind them.

Your family, now, and he doesn’t want to lose you.

He pulls his hand back, and you smile; “will do, Captain.”

He nods, moving to step away, before you call over your shoulder; “Captain?”

And Levi halts, glancing at you over his shoulder. 

“You too.”

He nods, slowly, turning back to face ahead of him. 

Then, just as he moves to walk away, he adds; “now, hurry up.”

And you just laugh, nodding, wrapping your cape around your shoulders and flipping the hood up like Erwin had ordered.

-

You wanted to stop and look.

Look at the home you’d left behind.

But Jean hadn’t let you. Reminding you that there was no time to stop, and that you needed to keep going if you wanted to get it back. 

That had been enough to keep you going, not faltering as you shot your gear forward, continuing to make your way to your post as you waited for the signal that Eren had shifted to his Titan.

The familiar light flashes a second after you reach your post, head turning over your shoulder in the direction, stepping toward the edge. As per practice, Eren instantly hardens in his Titan form, successfully covering the hole in the gate, as Mikasa moves to help bring him back up.

A few moments later, two green signals are shot up, signaling that Eren had indeed covered the hole completely.

Instantly, a smile curls onto your lips.

He did it.

You knew, in that moment, you’d owe Eren a huge thank you for allowing you the possibility to return home.

“WooH!” Sasha and Connie cheer from behind you, and you laugh as you glance back at them.

“Looks like we’re one step closer,” Jean says, stopping next to you as you smile up at him.

You nod, “yeah…” And the words leave you breathlessly, your fingers twitching beside you.

Distantly, you hear Hange call out the order to move towards the inner gate, and with one last warm glance Jean’s way, the four of you make your way as per ordered, making sure to keep your hood up and over your face.

You follow close behind Eren, whilst Jean, Connie and Sasha follow behind you, eyes peeled as you make your way towards the inner gate.

You were so close. You couldn’t fail.

Then, suddenly, to the right, a red flare is shot into the sky.

You halt.

“The signal to halt the mission!”

Turning to Jean, you frown. He returns your look with confusion.

What did that mean? What happened?

“All troops,” Hange orders, “scatter and stand by atop the wall!”

“Roger!”

Everyone rushes to listen, moving to your respective spots on the top of the wall as you glance the direction of where Commander Erwin is. There’s Scout’s lined across the wall, and it’s like they're searching the walls for something. Tapping their swords against the side of the wall, moving slowly and carefully down.

“What’re they doing?” Connie asks from beside you, “should we really be waiting like this?”

“Yeah,” Jean mumbles, “so much for our surprise attack…”

Biting your lip, you glance at Eren, sighing.

A few minutes pass, and no one says anything as you all watch the Scouts search across the wall, the silence around you all thick with anticipation.

It isn’t until a flare is shot into the air and the call of a Scout finding a cavity in the wall, that you realize what they’d been searching for. 

It’s Reiner.

His sword stabs right through the Scouts chest, pulling back as his gear falls out of the wall and his body soars towards the ground. Your entire body tenses in response, taking a small step forward as you reach for your own weapon, eyes widening in disbelief.

But Levi is quicker.

He reaches Reiner in seconds flat, soaring down the side of the wall and lodging his sword right through Reiner’s throat. He doesn’t let up, using the momentum to take the both of them down the wall, shifting to stab his other sword through Reiner’s chest. And you think maybe, somehow, Levi’s done it, but then he’s pulling back in the next second, letting Reiner fall to the ground with a loud thud.

A minute later, that familiar flash of light appears and the Armoured Titan appears.

“Keep on the lookout!” Erwin bellows, swiping his arm out beside him. “Look for his allies–!”

Another flash appears, and your wide eyes fall behind Erwin, as the flashes multiply, lined up in a row, the smoke slowly dissipating to reveal the Beast Titan you’d heard about and numerous other Titans on either side of it. Too many Titans… all just appearing out of thin air like an army along the Beast Titan.

The fear is undeniable, coursing through your entire body.

But your eyes can’t look away, and you watch as the Beast Titan takes a boulder from beside it, lifting it with ease and chucks it right where Commander Erwin is.

“Boulder incoming! Get down!”

The ground shakes beneath you, eyes turning back to Reiner who has since pushed himself to a stand.

Effectively, this was it. You realized.

The final battle.

-

The survival of humanity…

That’s what Erwin had called it.

And in every possible way, he was right.

Reiner had fallen for the trap of using Eren as bait, just as the Commander had predicted. Once again, you’re left wondering just how strategic his mind must be if he’s able to come up with such foolproof plans even in the midst of chaos. You figured, though, that was why he was Commander, and even if sometimes his ideas seemed insane, you’d follow without hesitance regardless.

So, that’s exactly what you do, following closely behind Jean, the thunder spear prepped on your arm as you weave your way through the village you’d once spent your life walking through with ease. Hange and Mikasa had succeeded in their half of the mission without a hitch, blinding Reiner, which meant it was up to you and the rest of squad Levi and Hange to finish. 

If you failed, that was it.

There was no room for failure.

The second you turn the corner around a house and see Reiner, you’re lining up your shot just as you’d practiced with the thunder spears before, aiming and then shooting in time with everyone else. All of your thunder spears shoot forward, lodging themselves into Reiner’s nape, the momentum slowly just briefly as you all pull back, triggering the explosion.

The force of it sends you back, and you’re careful to angle yourself around, moving out of the way of the explosion, before glancing back.

The second the smoke fades, hope blooms in your chest.

“We-We got ‘em!” Jean bellows, “it worked! The armour on his nape is peeling off!”

You shift, twisting your body to land on a roof and let yourself glance in the direction of Reiner better.

“R-Really?” Connie gasps as he lands on the roof next to yours.

“The spears worked!” Sasha cries in disbelief.

They’re right. It did work.

But–

“Do it again,” Hange shouts, “attack again with the thunder spears and finish him off!”

But no one moves.

Because suddenly, you remember who it is. You remember that it’s Reiner and despite everything, he’d once been a friend. He’d once thought you could trust. He’d been a comrade… and you found it hard to find the momentum to attack again.

Even if you know you should.

A single glance around, and you know your friends feel the same.

“Reiner…” Sasha breathes, and you shake your head.

“You guys!” Jean is suddenly crying, your eyes falling on him with a start as he glances back, meeting your gaze dead on. The meaning is clear. “I thought you were ready if it ever came to this!” 

He’s… he’s right.

You want to see home, don’t you?

You want to go home, don’t you?

You can’t hesitate.

“Let’s do it!”

“Yeah!” You cry, raising your arm in the air. “We’ve got this!”

The four of you leap forward, and the rest follow, shooting your thunder spear forward and at Reiner’s nape once more. It lands with ease, and as you pull back, there’s only a split second of hesitation, before you trigger the explosion.

You wanted to go home.And you will.

#aot #aot x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschtein #jean kirschtein x reader #jean x reader #levi ackerman x reader

[iheartjohnlennon]

Omg, hi! I just wanted to drop in and say hey and that I love love love your writing so much! You are one of my favorite class rock writers in Tumblr ❤️ Please keep it up!

Also, I was wondering if you could maybe write something smutty with John on the set of A Hard Day's Night or something? You don't have to though! I just love your John writing so much, it's my favorite :)

'You know I feel alright'

London, '64

Word count: 1030

Tags: Jealousy, Semi-Public Sex, Fluff, Angst

The filming had ended.

Her role was small, of course it was. This didn't mean it wasn't exciting though - dancing in the background with the boys, it was good fun.

"Well, if it isn't our leading lady," Paul remarked, a smirk on his face.

John rolled his eyes at the comment, she couldn't tell if the action was sarcastic or not.

 

She looked away from Paul coyly, "Oh, Paul, not quite. I'm just in the background, you know."

"Background or wherever, you steal the scene."

Paul was a bit too sweet with her sometimes, though it was all in jest, she hoped.

John observed Paul's flirts from a distance, it made him feel awfully bitter.

"Spare her the theatrics, Macca." John murmured.

Paul was undeterred, he shot John a smirk before being whisked away by a random assistant.

She turned toward John. He stood there still, a clear annoyance etched on his face.

"Finally got rid of that distraction, didn't we?" John said. 

She sighed, recognising the tension.

"John, it's not like that. Paul's just having a bit of fun."

John crossed his arms, skepticism evident in his expression.

"Fun, eh? Fun? Fun flirting? With my girl?" 

She reassured him, "It's just banter, John. Nothing serious."

He scoffed, a cynical look in his eyes.

She decided to change track, as she didn't want him being mad at her.

"Did you watch me dancing, John?" She teased, hugging his waist, looking up at him.

"Yeah, you looked like a right whore." John muttered.

He hugged her back just as tightly. The proximity heightened, their closeness bordered on the edge of him almost kissing her.

John's eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint as he suggested, "How about we sneak off somewhere? Somewhere quiet, just you and me."

She quirked an eyebrow, pretending to act like she didn't get his innuendo.

"Where are you thinking?"

"A secret place, love."

Without further explanation, he yanked her hand and led her away, leaving behind the noise and commotion and Paul, heading towards a moment of privacy.

"A broom closet?" She exclaimed.

John shoved her into it, quickly switching on the dim light. He silenced any protest with a rough, wet kiss - he had no room for objections. John pinned her into a cluttered corner, his hands promptly moved up underneath her skirt, groping her bottom.

He groaned against her mouth, he knew he had her.

She pushed him back slightly, giving herself a chance to breathe after his sudden moves.

After a few breaths John pressed forward again, his hands fiddled with the zipper of her skirt. But then he gave up on the zipper and just decided he'd pull her tights down.

John tugged his belt off, he let his pants and his boxers fall down to his ankles. He rubbed himself off a bit.

There was nothing to lie her on, apart from the floor and John didn't fancy fucking her on the floor so he prompted her to jump, jump so he could fuck her standing up.

With a gasp, she leaped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. With one hand on the small of her back and the other gripping her hip, he lifted her against the wall. His finger traced the lace edge of her panties before pulling it to the side, teasing her entrance with the tip of his hard cock.

She put her arms around his neck for stability, her fingers tangling in his hair. His lips moved against her neck, leaving a trail of warm, wet kisses that made her shiver with desire.

He gripped her hips and lifted her up and down, his thrusts started hitting just the right spot inside her. She arched her back in response, matching his movements with perfect timing. The light sound of skin hitting skin echoed through the room as he moved harder.

"Yes, yes, yes..." she gasped out between breaths.

As the waves of pleasure coursed through her body, her legs began to shake and her grip on him weakened. She could feel her climax building and subsiding in quick succession, just as he thrusted. Her fingers barely clung to him.

John moved his hands to grip her waist firmly, guiding her body back and forth in rhythm with him. The force of his movements was intense. His manhood pulsed inside of her, the throbbing sensation was going to finish him. He let out a groan as he lost himself in her, he could barely say her name.

John pressed her against the wall so she hugged her own body closer to his.

He whimpered and his breath quickened as they moved together, their bodies desperate to be intimately intertwined.

John's last few thrusts were fervent, each one driving them both to cumming. She shivered, her cunt clenched tightly around him as they reached their peak together.

John released himself inside of her.

She could feel his entire body tense before they became a tangled mess on the floor.

John seemed disillusioned. She was giggling at the thought of what they just did, it was purely filthy.

John reached down to his ankles and tugged up his pants, he struggled to get the belt buckled. She gracefully pulled on her tights and when she finally stood up, smoothed out her skirt.

They caught each other's eye and burst into laughter, their cheeks flushed and hair messy. They tried to regain composure, though they knew it had been lost the moment they stepped foot in the closet.

"Oh, Y/N, there's something different about you." John said.

"Oh." She replied, nervously.

"Is that a compliment, John?"

He smirked.

"Take it however you want, love. Just know that I want you all to myself."

He placed her head on his chest. She rested against him, a short pause settled in.

She felt a mix of emotions, though the dominant one was longing, it was sickly.

"I'm here, aren't I?"

He leaned in for a soft kiss and she accepted it.

"You are here," he mumbled against your lips, "and I wanna keep you close."

"How close?"

"As close as us shagging in a bloody broom closet."

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[terrence-silver]

I was wondering… Terry stalks beloved ever since he laid eyes on her, he finds out where she works, and it turns out that she works as a sexy stripper at the nightclub. How would Terry feel about this?

---

Buys the venue.

Somehow, overnight, Terry Silver becomes owner, big boss and proprietor of a strip club downtown, and really, he undoubtedly already owns so many much bigger and infinitely more important pieces of revenue, nobody really blinks an eye. But, this place is important to him because the object of his desires is there, so of course it matters! He's certainly acquired stranger things with his seemingly endless stream of cash than a mere titty bar and something about effectively being a pimp? Oh, he might cackle and giggle privately at that one, finding it to be a good personal joke he can amuse himself with. Nobody ever even discovers he bought out some random nightclub somewhere and that his name is on a paper. But, it has to be. What better way to establish control and get close to someone who's caught his eye than literally making himself beloved's Employer and by extension, crucial in their day to day life? That's the businessman in him preforming direction action. Striking hard and striking first. No mercy. The old and original owner will sell the bar to him whether he wants to or not --- Terry Silver's offer will not be refused by anyone and in fact, he's willing to pay so well the man will be thanking him for the opportunity to do business by the end of the transaction. Because, no, no, observing beloved's shows from the sidelines just won't do. Stalking them won't do. Sending them copious amounts of money and anonymous gifts won't do either. Blending in and watching from the sidelines is not satisfactory. Him having to endure other people watching and touching something that's his won't do in any regard, not ever. There will be payback. He has to have primary authority over the place. He's plotting a vendetta way before his signature is on that document. Leering over his subject of interest comes with a steep price. Nothing's for free.

They will all suffer.

He'll make them suffer for you.

He wants be in charge, so he positions himself to be in charge.

And quickly.

Beloved might not even know or realize that that one tall, blue eyed customer always watching them with unblinking eyes, never missing a single show and who is always so concerned for them, who is friendly, protective, kind and for all intents and purposes, fairly nice, presenting in sweatshirts, zipper jackets and All-American boy next door blue jeans is also simultaneously the bigshot Mr. Moneybags who just bought the club out out of the blue. Terry relishes their ignorance. Relishes every interaction with beloved while they're clueless that he is legally top authority around here.

Suddenly, once new management in the form of a mysterious new owner rears its head, though, bouncers and the increased security detail are throwing patrons out just for looking at beloved and a barrage of broken noses, teeth and smashed heads line the streets along with signed NDA contracts and customers upon which Terry posed his revenge are having their silence bought with money, ultimatums and downright threats. They're all his enemies and they'll all experience pain. Beloved's gigs are frequently cancelled and other strippers are taking their place. The gifts increase. Their boss is showing them extremely preferential treatment, insisting on dates without taking 'no' for an answer and any all shows are for him, exclusively --- for his eyes only. Beloved becomes more of a glorified exclusive paramour than someone working for their own dollar and very soon, they slip into obscurity and rumors fly that the owner himself transferred them to their mansion somewhere up in Beverly Hills. That a Rolls Royce came to move beloved out like they're royalty. Gossip neither confirmed nor denied by the workers of the club and the whispering customers alike. Sounds like something straight out of a movie, they say. They all claim that beloved won the lottery ticket and the good life, away from the stage. That the owner's been here, among them, all along and that the whole mix-up is like a messy episode of Candid Camera or Undercover Boss. But, it's no gossip. Terry Silver wastes no time. Few know that that one ponytailed guy at the bar is also the man who took beloved away for good. That he was an insider of sorts all along. Some guy, richer than God. As connected as they come. Deadly as a snake. As mild as bread when he sets his mind to it, though.

The whole revelation sure was a shock to beloved themselves.

-"It was me,"- Terry could confess, not even hiding his glee.

-"I own the place. I bought it. For cheap change too."- He'd brag.

Oh, it was cheap change for him, alright; a Billionaire.

Hardly cheap change for anyone else who works for a living.

The only thing that offends him and provokes his vengeful ire about the whole purchase is that something that contained beloved as a package deal was quite so insultingly affordable when everything associated with them, should by all right, be priceless. But, Terry's wanted them since the first time he's seen them and he's made them his. That was his agenda and bottom line since the very beginning and now that he's acquired them...

-"But, think big and outside of the box. This shithole deserves to tank! You see, I've got the only valuable asset here."-

-"And what's that?"- Beloved might ask, confused and incredulous.

What was this for him? Some kind of weird, covert tax write-off?

Why did Terry Silver buy this place?

-"You."-

He'd answer. Not blinking.

Draping the fur coat he's bought for them around their shoulders.

-"And you're coming home with me and moving in. Now."-

#terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #tw; strippers #tw; strip club #tw; sex workers

[itstheoneshot]

Kinktober Day 28

Car Sex - Luhan

!sub Luhan

One thing that you really loved about Luhan, is that he was so easy to work up. No matter the time or place, you always found a way. Tonight, the situation was made for that.

It is dark out, and Luhan has been driving for hours. You are on a road trip, and this is one of the first long-haul trips you have done thus far. Skipping town, and avoiding the price of a hotel room, you are taking turns behind the wheel whenever the other gets tired. Luhan is stubborn though, and apart from a couple rest breaks to use the bathroom and stretch your legs, you have been on the road for close to ten hours now. You know that he should sleep, but convincing him to pull over so that you can swap out is proving difficult.

You do what you know best, reaching over to rest your hand on his thigh, noticing the way that he tenses up straight away. You pretend to pay no mind, letting your hand roam a little upwards, now seeing his jaw clench, the shadows cast by the infrequent streetlights accentuating the sharp angle. It has been so long since you have seen another car on the road, only more of a reason to pull over, no risk of being hit as you get out to swap who is sitting where.

Luhan tries his hardest, which isn’t nearly as much effort as you would put in, to resist, even as your hands move higher, fingers digging into his hips, hand slipping between his thighs, pretending not to feel his cock as it hardens quickly without you even properly touching it yet. His breath catches in his throat when you lay your palm flat, pressing down on his length, and he glances over at you quickly before again attempting to focus on the road ahead.

“Baobei,” He gasps, his words are strained, “I’m driving… please, I need to focus.”

You giggle at this, unbuckling your seatbelt, not caring about the road laws, you lean over the centre console to press a kiss to his cheek as you find the waistband of his tracksuit pants to slip a hand underneath. You don’t want to risk his vision of the road, so kiss away from his eyes and to his ear instead, nibbling his earlobe gently if only to hear the pathetic whimper that leaves him. He is growing impatient, although still headstrong, you know that it won’t be difficult to break that.

“Come on, Lulu,” You whisper into his ear, feeling him tense up again just as your fingers graze his cock, “Pull over, please?”

Luhan shakes his head, trying to compose himself, “We are only halfway there.”

You wrap your hand around his length now, just as you lick a stripe down his neck. Gently stroking his cock, urging him with your words and your actions to give in. He must not be far off now, that you can tell by the way that his foot lifts off the pedal just a bit, slowing down only just enough for you to notice. His pleads for you to let him go are slowly fading, replaced with soft moans, escalating as your movements speed up, and soon, his grip on the wheel tightens, he is giving in, and you are so ready.

Pulling over into the next off-road stop he can find, you are grateful to see no other cars parked, and Luhan is on you in a second. His hand slips down the side of your seat to lay it back, just as he clambers over the console to get on top of you. Your hands are in his hair as he works at your pants, desperately tugging them down and groaning when he feels how wet you already are, worked up yourself just from teasing him the way that you did.

“Fuck, Lu,” You moan as he enters you with two fingers, still wanting to prepare you, he always has to be gentle, you like it best that way, “Good boy, fuck.”

He grows impatient quickly, but you didn’t need much preparation, soon taking his cock all the way, his first thrust particularly hard, especially for him, out of sheer desperate need to feel your walls around him, to relieve himself more than you had allowed with your hands, you now give him some of the power, to take out on you what you held back from him. This was your objective, loving him best when he has insatiable desire, you love the way that he fucks you fast and eager, kissing you deeply, needing to be as close to you as possible, as much inside of you as he can, tongue halfway down your throat, he is a mess.

“Feels so good, baobei,” He whines, sweat beading on his brow bone, “You take me so well, fuck, I needed this, I needed you.”

You cry out with another hard thrust, just as Luhan moves his hand down to bring you closer, fingers on your clit, swollen and sensitive from him touching it earlier, and the way that his cock inside you urges you closer to the edge. He feels it, and feels himself closer too, you have no idea how much time has passed, but the windows are fogged up despite Luhan cracking the driver’s side open just a little while he was driving. You don’t want to wait anymore, happy to fall apart, legs shaking under him as he fucks you over and through your peak, cries of his name and appreciation of his skills come from you as your body clenches to him, dragging him into his own release too, painting your insides white as his calls of your name fall silent with the intensity of his orgasm. His breathing is staggered as he slows, pulling out and dressing himself again as you do, though only your lower half is bare.

“Can I drive now?” You ask, “You need to sleep.”

Luhan yawns as you open the passenger's side door, finally giving in, although begrudgingly, “Okay,” He sighs, as he kisses you once more, “Thank you, baobei.”

———

kinktober masterlist

#kinktober #kpop kinktober #cpop kinktober #kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #exo #exo fanfic #exo smut #cpop #cpop fanfic #cpop smut #luhan #luhan fanfic #luhan smut #exo luhan #exo luhan fanfic #exo Luhan smut #ex exo #ex exo member

[biggerbetterbat]

WITH YOU II | [3] A TRAP

Daryl Dixon x oc!Charlie Reed

Summary: When Rick, Daryl, and Noah leave to Atlanta, the rest of the group is left with Gabriel - who is still treated with distance. Charlie’s wounds are torn again. There’s accident in the church.

Warnings: language, walkers, killing walkers

Song: idk yet

Words: 2,818

A/N: I think I’m doing daily for Easter! I have chapters and it’s a bit boring season, so let’s speed up a little bit.

As Rick and Daryl prepare to leave Judith, Carl, Michonne, and Charlie at the church to keep them safe while they venture out to find Beth, the group springs into action. With makeshift barricades, they fortified every entrance to the church, stacking pews, furniture, and any heavy objects they could find. Each member worked in tandem, fueled by a collective determination to safeguard their haven from external threats. Michonne grabbed some heavy furniture while Carl and Charlie help moved it into place.

Rick and Daryl, tasked with a crucial mission, left behind explicit instructions for the remaining members: Judith, Carl, Michonne, and Charlie.

Charlie felt cautious or uncertain about Noah, as he was a newcomer to the group and trust was hard to come by in the post-apocalyptic world. However, as Noah proved himself invaluable in securing the church and aiding their cause, Charlie's heart warmed to the boy who was looking like a beaten dog. He was a lanky, hurt, and scared. She even felt a little sorry for him.

"Before I go," Daryl approached her. "I believe this is yours."

She furrowed her brows as she looked at the bag that looked awfully familiar. Charlie took it not looking what was inside.

"And this," he said, searching for something in his pocket. "I thought you would like to have it."

Daryl signed for her to show him her hand and she did that without a doubt. Then she felt something cold. She was looking at the silver chain and subtle charm that was connected to it. It was her necklace. He was in her apartment.

Realization hit her and she looked up, but once she did Daryl was already walking away. With shaky hands she looked in the bag and gasped.

Charlie's hands trembled with anticipation as she gingerly reached into the bag Dary had given her. Carefully, she withdrew a handful of memories, each one a significant piece of her past. Photographs, captured moments of laughter and joy with loved ones long gone. Among them, she found souvenirs: a keychain from a road trip, a ticket stub from a concert, a worn-out baseball cap that belonged to her brother. With each item she unearthed, Charlie's heart swelled with bittersweet nostalgia, transporting her back to a time when the world was still whole and her family was by her side.

A single tear was quickly wiped away.

In the dimly lit interior of the church, Charlie sat in a pew, meticulously cleaning their weapons. Her fingers moved with practiced precision, ensuring each firearm was primed and ready for whatever lay ahead. Near her, Michonne was sitting with Judith, her arms wrapped tightly around the young girl. In the warmth of their embrace, the worries of the world seemed to fade away, replaced by the simple joy of being together. Michonne pressed a tender kiss to Judith's forehead, silently vowing to shield her from the horrors of the outside world for as long as she could.

Across the aisle, Carl stood alone, his focus entirely on the empty space before him. With each fluid movement, he practiced his fighting techniques, the sound of his fists meeting the air echoing softly in the sacred space. Michonne was carefully observing Carl, the rhythmic sound of his movements filled the air, a testament to his dedication and determination. Michonne's gaze lingered on the boy, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as pride swelled within her.

"He's getting better every day," Michonne remarked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Charlie looked up and nodded in agreement, her gaze never leaving Carl's form. "He's got a natural talent for it. He's becoming a man."

A soft smile played across Michonne's lips as she watched Carl deliver a series of powerful strikes. "He has came a long way."

"He's going to be just fine," Charlie said, her voice tinged with pride. Charlie placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You're looking out for him. He'll be more than alright."

Michonne's expression whenever her gaze wandered to Gabriel. He moved frantically on his knees, a cloth in hand as he scrubbed dry blood stains from the wooden floor. With each swipe, he muttered a quiet prayer, seeking solace.

"Seems like he's trying to scrub away more than just dirt," Michonne whispered.

Charlie got up from her place and approached the priest, dropping cleaned machetes in front of him. "Pick one," Charlie said, looking at him. "If you want to stay with us, you need to learn how to defend yourself."

"We can teach you," Carl said as he materialized next to her out of nowhere.

"Defend myself?" Gabriel looked up. "They said they'd go."

"They were liars and murderers."

"Just like us," the priest said.

Charlie's annoyance simmered beneath the surface as Gabriel continued to label them murderers. Gabriel's accusations cut deep, especially since they came from someone who killed many more people. Rick's decision to eliminate the threat had been a calculated one, made to protect their group.

"We protected ourselves," the boy tried to convince the man. "They wanted us dead."

"Rick did what he had to do to keep us safe. We're survivors, not murderers."

Gabriel's gaze hardened, his conviction unwavering. "There's always a choice, Charlie. Taking a life is never the answer."

Charlie clenched her fists, her patience wearing thin. "Maybe in your ideal world, but out here, in this reality, it's kill or be killed. You of all people should understand that by now."

The tension in the room thickened as their conflicting ideologies clashed.

"You're lucky your church has lasted this long," Carl said in a calm voice. "You can't stay in one place anymore. Not for too long. And once you're out there...You're gonna find trouble you can't hide from. You need to know how to fight."

Charlie couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration whenever Carl spoke. Despite his young age, his words were filled with wisdom beyond his years, earned through the harsh lessons of survival in their post-apocalyptic world. He was truly becoming a man.

"I need to lay down," Gabe said and stood up from his knees. But before walking away, he grabbed a machete and smiled slightly at the boy.

Charlie couldn't contain the surge of emotion that washed over her as she watched Carl. She enveloped Carl in a tight hug. For Charlie, the embrace was more than just a gesture of affection; it was a silent acknowledgment of their unspoken connection, bound, and admiration. As she held onto Carl, she felt a sense of nostalgia as he wasn't a little boy anymore, his experiences were slowly shaping him into a man.

"I tried," he said.

"I know."

The day was dragging mercifully, while they were being locked in the church. The air was heavy with the scent of dust and decay, a stark contrast to the tension that filled the room. Gabe was still gone and quiet behind the doors to his room. "You don't trust him."

"I don't."

"Do you think he is hiding something more?"

"I think that he doesn't trust us either," Charlie said.

"But what if we're wrong? What if Gabriel's just going through something, and we're misjudging him?" Michonne asked.

"Trust is earned, and we can't afford to gamble with it," she answered. "Just because he's a priest."

As Michonne's attention was engaged in her doubts, Charlie's attention was momentarily drawn away by a soft sound from the corner of the room. She turned to see Judith, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "Come on, baby," Charlie stood up and took a little girl in her arms, and cooed in her best baby voice. "It's a time for a nappie."

Charlie gently tucked the blanket around Judith, ensuring she was comfortable before quietly slipping away from her side. As she made her way back, she noticed Carl sitting alone, his gaze fixed on the floor, lost in thought. She sat down next to him and smiled as he looked at her."You're good at this," Carl snorted and got a hard smack on the back of his head.

"It's been a long day," Charlie sighed, leaning her head on the wooden bench.

"It seems like it," he nodded. "He is strange."

She followed his gaze, as it was resting on the closed doors. "Yeah."

"I think we should be careful today," he said. "Especially, if dad won't be back till night."

Charlie looked at him and nodded. "If you feel like it...we can't ignore our instincts. We'll figure it out together, like we always do."

With a reassuring squeeze of his shoulder, Carl nodded and it seemed he wanted to say something, but a loud scream cut through the air. "Help! Please don't leave me out there! Please!"

The dull thud of Michonne's boots echoed through the deserted corridor, her katana swaying gently at her side as she made her way toward the abandoned building's entrance. The air was thick with tension. "It's Gabriel."

"What is he doing out there?" Charlie furrowed her brows.

"I know now! Let me live with it!" Gabe screamed and soon enough they all heard familiar growling and snarling.

Charlie clenched her hands into fists, her frustration mounting with each passing moment. She didn't trust him, but she deeply believed that he could value the safety they had in the church. As the minutes stretched into hours, Charlie couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal that gnawed at her insides. Gabriel's decision to leave had put them all at risk, and she couldn't understand how he could be so reckless, so selfish.

Carl and Michonne started to break wooden barricades so Gabe could enter the danger that was coming closer.

Charlie's heart pounded in her chest as she watched Gabriel stumble through the church doors, his face pale and drawn, her fingers clenched on Judith's clothing. Worst fears were realized as she saw them – a horde of walkers, their rotting flesh illuminated by the pale moonlight, their empty eyes fixed hungrily on their prey.

Michonne drew her katana, her grip steady as she prepared to face the onslaught head-on. As the first of the walkers reached the entrance of the church, Michonne sprang into action, her blade slicing through the air with deadly precision. Carl and Charlie fought at her side.

But for every walker they felled, two more seemed to take its place, their numbers swelling with each passing moment. With a grunt of frustration, Michonne redoubled her efforts, her muscles burning with exertion as she fought to keep the creatures at bay.

"The rectory! Come on!"

Gabriel held the heavy wooden doors shut with all his might, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he strained against the weight of the undead horde pressing against them. Outside, the relentless moans of the walkers echoed through the night, a constant reminder of the danger that lurked just beyond their fragile sanctuary.

Inside the dimly lit room, Charlie's heart pounded in her chest as she watched Gabriel struggle to keep the doors closed. Fear gnawed at her insides, threatening to consume her with every passing moment. She had faced death before, but never like this, never with the knowledge that it was waiting just outside, ready to devour them all. Charlie realized that their time was running out, that soon the creatures would break through and all hope would be lost.

"That's how I got out," Gabriel said, gesturing towards the floor. "Crawl under to the back. Take the little one and go."

Charlie gave the baby to Carl, pushing him towards the opening in the floor. She was watching the boy disappearing under the building, praying that there's no danger waiting for them there.

Shortly after, Charlie was pushed by Michonne into the opening and without question she obediently rushed to join Carl. As Charlie crawled under the church, the darkness enveloped her, broken only by dim shafts of light filtering through the dusty air. The scent of damp earth mingled with the musty odor of old wood, and the echoes of her hurried breaths echoing against the ancient walls. With each cautious movement, she could feel the weight of the world pressing down upon her, as if the very earth itself were closing in, threatening to swallow her whole. Charlie wanted to cry from fear, imagining that something was right behind her, ready to kill her. Yet, driven by desperation and the primal instinct to survive, she pressed on, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat.

As Charlie embraced Judith, a sense of relief washed over her, finding solace in the warmth of her embrace amidst the chaos. Meanwhile, Carl's swift movements dispatched the remaining walkers outside, his steady hand and determined gaze a testament to his resolve. With Gabe and Michonne at the helm, the heavy church door groaned shut, sealing off the horde of walkers inside their sanctuary.

She placed the baby in Carl's safe hands and rushed towards Gabriel. "What the hell was that?! You wanted to kill us?!" she yelled and pushed him. "What were you thinking?! Were you thinking at all?!"

"Woah, Charlie."

"Calm down!" Michonne yelled at her, gripping her arm tightly. Charlie was boiling with fury, she was ready to just push the priest into arms of death as she was sick and tired of him. She pushed Michonne lightly and turned to walk away, back to Carl and Judith. The woman with katana looked at Gabe. "Where did you go?"

"The school," he admitted. "I had to see. I had to know."

Charlie furrowed her eyebrows. Gabriel went to school to check if they were saying the truth. He wanted to check if those guys they killed were bad. "See what? Bob's leg for God's sake?"

"Charlie, shut up," Michonne barked as the Walkers in the church were trying to get out as the doors were too damaged.

"Where do we go?" Carl asked in fear, seeing the doors almost breaking from the strength of the walkers.

The distant rumble of an approaching vehicle sliced through the air in a mix of relieve and fear of new danger approaching. Soon, the unmistakable silhouette of a fire truck emerged from the swirling mists outside, its red paint gleaming dimly in the fading light of dusk. With a shudder and a hiss, the fire truck came to a halt in front of the church doors, its engine growling like a caged beast eager to break free. As the dust settled and the engine fell silent, the heavy doors creaked open, revealing the familiar faces of Abraham, Glenn, Rosita, Maggie, and Tara stepping out.

Charlie's breath caught in her throat as she laid eyes upon them, a flood of emotions washing over her like a wave crashing against the shores. Relief surged through his veins like a wildfire, igniting a spark of hope in the depths of her weary soul. Charlie stepped forward to greet her friends, eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Without a word, she threw herself into Glenn's arms, her embrace tight and desperate, as if clinging to him for dear life. In that moment, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, the weight of their shared struggles melted away, replaced by a sense of comfort and security found in the familiarity of Glenn's embrace.

"Eugene lied," he said to her, but everyone heard.

"What?" Charlie furrowed her brows, pushing away slightly.

"He can't stop it," Glenn explained. "Washington isn't the end."

Charlie's heart sank like a stone into the depths of despair. The weight of disappointment bore down upon him, crushing his hopes and dreams. With a heavy heart hidden beneath a facade of composure, Charlie forced a small smile as she greeted Tara, Maggie, and Rosita. Though she knew that Eugene's theory was too perfect to be true, she decided not to show it.

"Glad to see you all safe," she said, approaching three girls, expressing her relief.

As Charlie made her way towards Abraham, a knot formed in her stomach, a tangible reminder of the unresolved tension that lingered between. They had parted ways in anger, their words sharp and cutting, leaving wounds that had yet to heal.

Abraham's gaze met hers, a flicker of uncertainty dancing in his eyes as he struggled to find the right words to say. "Say it," he said. "Say that you were right."

Charlie looked at the ginger man. "I'm glad you're back."

Her words hung in the air between them. For a moment, the silence stretched on, the weight of their unspoken emotions hanging heavy in the air.

Finally, Abraham's features softened, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, me too," he replied, his voice gruff yet tinged with a hint of warmth. And then he turned to Maggie. "Let's blow this joint, go save your sister."

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon series #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixon x reader #daryl fanfiction #daryl the walking dead #daryl twd #daryl x reader

[e-the-village-cryptid]

What did you think of Rogue One?

Ah boy. Ok. First, a disclaimer that this is just my opinion, not me declaring some objective truth about the movie. Just because I felt one way about something doesn't mean I think everyone has to feel that way. If people really liked the movie, I am honestly happy for them! And if you really liked the movie to the point where someone disliking it will upset you, you may want to stop reading now. That said, here's my review.

Overall, I'd give the movie 2.5 stars on a scale of 1-5. Maybe 3 if we're being generous, because it was fun to watch in a casual way at some points, and some things were done well— Jyn's character and Galen's moral quandary were the high points for me. Everything else, though— storytelling, sense of place & visual feel, dialogue, characterization, most of the action sequences, overall plot— was disappointing to me. There was very little originality to be had in any of it, and although of course things don't have to be wildly original and never-been-done to be good, it felt like I'd already seen this movie a hundred times, except done better. Most of all, the majority of it felt flat and lifeless. It would have been extremely forgettable to me if not for Andor having already made me care about some of its characters.

Things I liked:

Jyn as a character. She has an interesting backstory, was well-acted, and has a depth and dimension that I feel the other characters were missing. I am very curious why, upon seeing that movie, the decision was made to dive into Cassian's backstory instead of Jyn's (although of course I'm glad we got Andor!). I think Jyn's time growing up being trained by Saw Gerrera would make quite an interesting story. (Watching her singlehandedly wreck like 12 people while Cassian watched in awe was definitely fun, haha.)

Galen's choice. I think this posed a truly interesting question. Was it true that the Death Star would have just been built without him? Would the destruction of Alderaan have happened without him? Did building in the flaw make up for the fact that he still in fact built it? Did his choice save lives or destroy them? Did he do it because he truly believed he could save lives that way, or because he was just trying to stay alive himself? Was it bravery or cowardice, or both in some strange combination?

K2. He was fun to watch, good comic relief, and I empathized with him a lot.

The death scene on the Scarif beach. Beautifully shot, acted, and directed. No notes.

The music. Lovely, orchestral, classic Star Wars scoring.

Things I didn't like:

My main issue with the movie is how flat everything felt. The characters, the setting— everything felt lifeless. It was hard to get emotionally invested because nothing felt like there was a true spark of life behind it. I'll go by points here.

The settings. The visual effects fell flat to me, but even beyond that, there was no humanity behind places like Jedha. It felt like the extras were told to mill back-and-forth aimlessly in front of the camera, rather than being given something to do that would give us a background glimpse into the culture of a place, as on Ferrix in Andor. The lack of depth to the setting made the locations feel like sets, not planets, and made it hard to feel a real sense of place and emotional connection.

Pretty much every character except Jyn was completely one-dimensional. None of them felt like real people at all, just devices to move the plot along. They each had their character archetype and were not allowed to deviate from it at all, and their choices came not from their characterization or their motivations, but from whatever the story needed in that moment. Their decisions felt contrived, making the characters not believable as people.

Many parts of it felt afraid of genuine emotion. It would pull back on the sincerity right as people died, refusing to actually let the emotional impact hit. Maybe this is a function of being directed at a younger audience, I don't know, but to me it felt like a refusal to take the world and people seriously in a way that affected my emotional investment.

The plot felt like a straight highway where you can see right through to the end and there's nothing by the wayside but endless fields of corn. I'm not even asking for twists, it's just... there was just not much there at all. No real arcs aside from the main one of getting the death star plans, no interesting or unexpected wrenches in the main plan, just... bland.

The action sequences were almost comically cliched. Nothing wrong with some well-used tropes, but after the second time Jyn wound up hanging off some ledge by one hand and had to dramatically haul herself back up, I could no longer keep from rolling my eyes.

Much of the dialogue was stiff and not believable. It didn't feel like people talking, it felt like the writers trying to deliver information.

The blocking was often very contrived and awkward to the point of feeling goofy.

Wow, they really managed to pull the "magical Asian" trope AND the "blind but can ~sense~ everything around them so don't worry they're not actually disabled" trope in one character. Really being efficient here.

(Also, not a critique but I am so genuinely confused on why they were all so dismissive of Chirrut. They treated him like just a wannabe, but... The man can literally dodge bullets and read minds, why the fuck is that not impressive or even like... useful to any of you?? Truly baffling, I do not understand it at all. "He's not actually a Jedi, so his ability to do crazy levels of Force magic that none of us can do doesn't really count" huh????)

(Also not a critique, just another thing I'm confused about now after watching— Why has Saw been so vilified, in canon and by fandom? "He's an extremist" everyone here is literally involved in a violent rebellion, he's doing the same thing "He's uncooperative with the other rebels" Rogue One also went rogue, because the other rebels were wishy washy and unwilling to commit "using Bor Gullet to read people's minds is so unethical" no more unethical than shooting your own source in the back of the head. What happened to enjoying grey morality? Anyway I stan Saw forever.)

#oof this got long #i'm gonna get anon hate for this lol #listen i was 1. directly asked 2. very careful with the disclaimers #ask tag #an e original

[melodystone57]

Beware My Power, Green Lanterns Light Part 2

“Hal Jordan of Earth, soon to be former Green Lantern of sector 2814. You are now charged with treason, grand thef-” Apa accused Hal since the moment the Meeting Started.

“Let's postpone my lynching until I tell you a couple of things,” Hal said over Apa. The Latter definitely did not agree with that. But also did not object to it either.

“What have you found, Hal Jordan?” Ganthat asked

“You see these handsome devils? They're the Lantern killers you said didn't exist. Call themselves Red Lanterns. Ring any bells?”

“He has concocted this ruse to save himself from a deserved punishment.” Said Apa.

“Respectfully, sir. I got an aching jaw that says they ain't no ruse.” Kilowog agreed with Hal and me. 

“Their Power Rings fire some sort of red energy that-” I started, only to be questioned by Says “They have rings?! Powered by what?” She asked while moving closer to get a better look at Red Lanterns

“Best guess? A huge desire to mash us all into pulp.” I continued

“Kilowog of Bolovax Vik. What is your recommendation?” Ganthet asked as he looked at Kilowog.

“ I say we high tail it back to Oa, cram the interceptor with as many GLs as she'll hold ultra-warp back, and kick their red butts until they're black and blue!” Many seemed appalled by Kilowog’s choice of words. 

“Despite the colorful terminology, a logical course of action.” Says agreed.

Aya popped into the Main Console viewpoint to Announce “Sensors have picked up an unmanned probe sweeping the area. Markings match the insignia of the recently encountered hostiles.” She pulled up a picture of a red and black drone that looked like a bass clef.

“Right. Red Lanterns. Aya, plot intercept course. It's going time.” Hal Ordered.

“Hal Jordan of Earth, do not terminate this communication..!” Apa interjected Angerly

“Sorry, gotta take this, don't be a stranger.”

Moving the ship to follow the probe was hard. Dodging asteroids and moving in and out of tight spaces, we got closer to the probe before it swan-dived down. Trying to follow it we kept getting shot but were never able to return fire without hitting asteroids.

“Forget about snaring it, just blast it!” I yelled.

In doing so we received a hard blast, “Warning! Shield degrading.” Aya Warned.

“Hal, break off! Stick to the plan. We go for reinforcements, then come back!” Kilowog Yelled.

“We can't let this thing give away our position!”

“What position?! We're going home! The Red Lanterns caught you with your pants down back on that rock and you want payback!”

After a couple more shots being fired by us, it hit the engine hard. “Direct hit to port ampoules. Shield's degrading to critical. Please do not let that happen again.” Aya Spoke up over the sound of the gun firing. Flying above we were able to figure out its flight patterns. Following closely we saw that it was about to fly over a giant asteroid.

 “Get ready to fire when I clear that rock,” Hal yelled. He makes a drilling construct so that we can go through the asteroid. Once we were through we flew up a caught it.

“Pekaboo.” I teased

It tried to turn around only for me and Kilowog to fire two shots at it, destroying it.

“Happy?” Kilowog asked Hal very angrily. 

“That felt good! A probe like that means the Red Lanterns are more than two killers with rings and a symbol. They're organized.” 

“Yeah Looks like we can't hog all the fun. Let's hit HQ and load up the boys like we planned. Aya, take us home.” I advised.

“Arching ultra-warp drives. Ready in three two one Impel.”

As the engine glowed preparing for take-off, we shot forth and stopped immediately after. All of us smacking and hitting the consoles.

“ Are we there Yet?” Shyir Rev (The wounded Lantern) asked. Getting up and taking a look at every one. Some looked like they were about to toss their cookies.

“Aya, what happened?” I asked.

“Overload due to hairline crack in the ultra-warp coil. Most likely caused by the last missile hit by the enemy probe. “All of us looked at Hal after she said the last part. Raising his hands he “For the record, she said most likely Not totally likely.” he said defensively.

“What does that mean?” Shyir Rev asked. 

“It means we're gonna be a little late to Oa. That's okay, I like to make an entrance. Aya, please estimate the time for repairs.” I said.

“Calculating. - Ultra-warp ready in nine point two” Hal interrupted “Nine minutes, no problem!”

“Okay, Can we form a construct and replace the defective part for the ride home?” I Asked

“The construct would have to be an exact copy of the ultra-warp coil mechanism. And it's 56 moving parts to within a 0. 8162 microns tolerance” 

“An any of you do that?” I asked as I looked at everyone

“ I make Hammers,” said Kilowog

“ Look, maybe it's for the best The Guardians won't deal with the problem like we will. We'll make those Red Lanterns pay” Hal said as he walked over to the Steering Console. Shyir Rev Started to fall out of his chair, Kilowog noticed and quickly caught him.

“Is he okay?” I asked Kilowog concerned.

“Just a little lightheaded He's taken a beating. He needs a real doctor, he's not making nine hours, never mind nine months” 

“ I was kinda looking forward to seeing Oa” 

I looked down at the floor ashamed, because f completely forgot about his condition “Aya, scan for the nearest inhabited world. Preferably one with a hospital.” I ordered.

“ Don't bother I know my own sector anywhere. We're not far from my home colony.” Shyir Rev said as he looked out in space towards his planet's sun.

“Sounds like a good place to lay low for a while and get you fixed up,” I said. We platted Course for the planet and engaged hyper speed.

After Landing at Shyir’s home, a woman walks out with medical supplies and starts to help Shyir Rev.

“Ow.” He said

“Don't be such a baby. “ She teased as she continued to patch him up.

“Very handy to have a doctor for a wife,” I said.

“Medicine is something I picked up because of my husband's second job.” She said as she looked over at me.

“She's actually the colony's head geologist. I was an engineer, that was how we met. Beata's the genius who dreamed up using the volcano's lava as thermal power.” Shyir said proudly.

“So was that your secret identity, engineer?” He asked Shyir, walking over to us from the ship.

“Secret what?” He asked confused

“ That's Hal's hang-up, that thing on his face, it's a mask. He wears it in case some earthling sneaks into the interceptor, while in space mind you, and goes: Aha! The Green Lantern on my planet is Hal Jordan! I'm telling everyone!” Kilowog laughed out teasing Hal.

“ Haha Talk to me when your planet invents paparazzi and the 24-hour news cycle.”

I heard two a sound of small feet running and looked behind me, only to have to look under and watch as a little girl ran over to Shyir yelling “Daddy, Daddy!”

“Wait Who is this giant?1 What have you done with my daughter Amala?” He teased as he tickled her.

“I am Amala.” The little girl said as she giggled.

“Now, now Time for hugs later. Let daddy rest.” His wife said. She stretched out her hand to her daughter waiting for her to take it. Amala went running to her mother, grabbing her hand and turning around to look at her father.

“Bye, Daddy!”

“This is some place Kinda reminds me of where I grew up Bolovax Vik,” Kilowog said looking out at the village sadly

“I'm sorry. Even here we heard about its destruction.” Said Shyir, offering his condolences.

I remember when that happened. Kilowog was overly strict with the recruits, to the point I had to pull him aside and talk to him. Only to get tears and snot from him instead.

“Your planet was destroyed? I-I never knew.” Hal said

“Just concentrate on gettin' us out of this mess you made hotshot,” He said as he walked further away from us and the ship.

“ Attention! I have found a tracking device on the interceptor's hull and require assistance removing it.” Aya Rang out over the PA system.

Flying closer to the ship, I noticed a black dot with a smaller red dot inside it. Getting Next to the wing, I was able to detect it was a tracker. I tried slashing it with a green rope. But all it did was fall to the ground. Dropping down I land on the tracker with my foot smashing it to bits.

Hal walked over witnessing my finding of the tracker.

“Do you think they. . ?” He asked

“Pretty sure they do,” I confirmed. The ground started to rumble when a black cylinder started to land. Black legs were extracted from within to support its weight for the landing. Once it had settled and red Holographic screen displayed itself in the sky showing a red man with yellow eyes, and black lips. He looked like Two-Face but pure red.

“This colony now enjoys the protection of the Red Lantern Corps. You have been liberated from the tyranny of the Guardians. But their Green Lantern lackeys are here You have one solar hour to bring these war criminals to us or your planet will be vaporized” He said ending the Message.

“ Those murdering red-” Kilowog started but was interrupted by Shyir rev

“We have to turn ourselves over to them.” 

“Shyir, no!” 

“We don't have a choice!” he Tried to reason with his wife

“ These guys are murderers. They're gonna blow up this rock no matter what you do!” Kilowog pointed out while death stared the liberator down

“ We do have a choice. We can fight them. And keep fighting, until we can't fight anymore.” I suggested

 That thing is a fortress. A frontal attack would be suicide.” Kilowog fought back, getting closer to me.

“Hey, if you've got another way, I'm all ears, but we've got to take that thing out!” 

“The Earth-Woman is right, we must go! “Shyir said. We started flying over there but only got maybe 5 feet before we got called back by his wife.

“Shyir, wait! I have another way!”

“Boy, I hope she is right about this. I'm bakin' here!” Kilowog exclaimed while He, Shyir, and I flew in the volcano towards the Liberator.

“ She's always right. This way” he directed us right under the liberator. Flying further up I cut a hole large enough to fit all of us at the bottom of the planet killer. Once we flew in we headed up a path of stairs. After a couple of seconds, we got to a door, I knocked yelling out housekeeping.

Kilowog did not share my amusement and just kicked down the door.

“ That must be the control panel.” I pointed out, looking at a large cylinder with small red buttons on it. We walked closer to get a better look.

“ Do you think you can disarm it, Rev? Kilowog asked

“I'll need a few minutes-” He was interrupted when a red energy almost hit us. Looking over at the window, Razer was standing there with his arm still up.

“ Die, die, die! “ He exclaimed shooting more shots at us. I set up a green force field 

“Hurry up, Rev!” I yelled. I could feel the shield was already breaking.

“ This guy's not playing around!” said Kilowog, charging at Razer. He swags his hammer aimlessly at Razer to try and get him.

“ Keep him back, for just a couple of minutes. “ Shyir exclaimed as he continued working on the wires. I flew over towards Kilowog to help him only to get shot backwards a couple of feet.

“This is your fault! You Green Lanterns might enjoy destroying worlds. But I do not!” Razer yelled as he conjured a red whip and slashed at us. Dodging out of the way I dumped into Kilowog and sent him to the ground.

“ In case you haven't been keeping up on current events you guys put this thing here and pressed the button! You wanna help!? Stop fighting us!” I tried to reason with him, only for my words to fall on deaf ears.

“ I won't listen to your lies. I'll destroy you both! “ He charged towards me, earning a roundhouse to the face.

“And what, you gonna mass murder them by blowing up the planet!? You know what you're fighting against, Razer. But what are you fighting for?!” I pointed out while delivering a kick to his chest sending him out the window.

“Dumb kid, Where is Shyir? Let's have some good news! “Kilowog said, flying over towards Rev. Flowwing him I sat next to Rev to try to help him.

“Detonation in thirty seconds”

“We need to move away. “Kilowog exclaimed pulling me up to my feet. And towards the window.

Three Two One. Detonate. Detonate. A red laser shot down within the unit towards the explosive. Rev took action and created a barrier to stop the laser.

 “Time to go,” I yelled out looking at Rev.

“ I can keep the laser from igniting the plutonium, for a little while anyway. I know what happened to Bolovax Vik. If you had a chance to save your world What would you do?” He said looking at the kilowog. I looked down not only in despair but in condolence as to what was about to happen.

“It's been an honor. “Kilowog said as we flew over to the window. Heading towards the village we created a giant claw to scoop people up before it was too late. When it looked like we got everyone, we started our ascend into space and put as much distance as we could between us and the liberator. 5 minutes passed when it finally exploded, taking Shyir along with it. The entire planet glowed and cracked before it too joined Shyir. Everyone watched as the liberator took the only home they had ever known and a family member as well. I looked over a kilowog, whose face was hard as a rock.

“Let's go find Hal,” He said. Thankfully it didn't take us long to find him

“Are you gonna help us with this, hotshot?” Kilowog exclaimed

“Kilowog, Rory!”

 “We got most of the colonists up before the big bang, but our rings are running low.”

“I believe I can help,” said Aya over the PA on the Interceptor. Shooting a green beam towards our Bubble. Relieving us and our Rings of the weight. We looked over at Razer, only to find him in a bubble without a ring.

“What's he doing inside that bubble?” I asked curiously

“Never mind him. You are a sight for sore eyes. You too, Aya.”

 “Thank you.” She replied

 “What about Rev. Did he make it?” Hal asked, and I couldn't meet his eyes. Shyir's ring flew towards and past us on the way to Oa. We all looked down or away.

“ I hope everyone knows the sacrifice Shyir made,” Hal said as we stood on a nearby planet that was now the home of Shyir’s people.

“They do. The elders are going to name our new planet after him.” said his wife while holding Amala in her arms. She was trying to hold back tears. I walked over towards them and put my hand on her cheek lovingly.

“Your daddy was very brave, Amala. He saved us all. 

“Is it okay if I still miss him?” 

“Yeah. We all will.” I replied, Her mother and her went over to join the people in hopes of building their new home.

“You know, Shyir did save them all. He asked me what I'd do if I had another chance to save my planet. And that's when it hit me, I'd save the people.” Kilowog explained to Hal.

“At least one of us got it right.” He Replied

“The cooling system is now functional. Continuing repairs.” Aya Debriefed, as we sat together in the cock pit. 

 “So, what's next?” I asked looking between Hal and Kilowog.

 “Next, we find the Red Lanterns,” Hal answered

 “Just how are we gonna stop who knows how many super-powered Red Lanterns with just the three of us?” Kilowog asked while walking over to Hal.

“That's a really good question, Kilowog. Here's another one, what should we do with the one we captured?” I pointed out as we all looked at Razer in the holding cell.

#aya #gaurdianofall #greenlanterntheanimatedseries #haljordan #kilowog #ladyfear #motherofall #queenuniverse #razer #redlanterns #starsapphire #thegaurdian #yellowlanterns

[ink-fireplace-coffee]

Heart of Stone: A PrinceLover St. Valentine's Special (Part 2)

A/N: welcome to the nightmare friends :) I promise it'll get better. I also correct myself and say this will be a 4 part special.

Pairs: PrinceLover (Agatha and Jasper)

Warnings: mentions of death, mild body horror (nothing major), a sense of desperation.

wc: 1255

Part 1 can be read HERE

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Agatha stood frozen on the threshold. She wanted to run as fast she could to Jasper’s flat, throw open the door, or break in and check on him. She wanted to find Arei and grab Him by the neck if she had to and demand answers. She wanted to slide down the wall and cover her ears and her eyes with her hands until everything had passed and there were no more Stars in her living room every single morning and there was no more curse or magic involved in her life.

She missed having a simpler life. A more boring life. One when she didn’t have to worry about angry relatives, the concept of soulmates, destinies or prophecies and myths of a statue in a museum. She missed being normal and going to bed without worrying about nightmares where the boy who would’ve (who should’ve) been King of a far away and forgotten land didn’t make it and died in her arms, his face bloody and stained with her tears.

She missed being Agatha Wilder, nothing else. No Lover, no nothing.

But, even though she missed it, she could not change what had already happened. She couldn't go back and change the past. And she wouldn’t either: not being all of that also meant not meeting Jasper. Or maybe it did, but then again, he would’ve met a tragic end himself.

And she already had enough deaths behind her.

So, instead of running, instead of threatening or fighting, instead of crying and screaming, Agatha Wilder, Lover, looked her friend right in the eye and said: “I need you to explain it all to me as fast as you can.”

“I know just as much as you do, Ags,” Imara answered, her words a long stream of rushed vowels and consonants. “Kit had called me and told me to tell you because you weren’t answering your phone!”

The Stars hated technology, and Agatha, expecting Cerad to show up every morning had stopped trying to bring hers downstairs: the Star always made it appear in her bedroom whenever she tried to sneak it in.

She turned to the living room, about to show Imara the reason why she had missed the call, but found no one there. Cerad had vanished, the cereal bowl and spoon clean and drying on the kitchen counter.

“We need to go to them,” Agatha finally decided and waited for Imara to agree, to use whatever spell or potion she had used to appear on her hallway and use it again. 

“Agatha,” she said instead, in a tone that indicated the rest of the sentence wasn’t good news.

“No. We need to go.”

“Agatha, but what if-”

“We don’t have time for what if’s, Imara! When he was a Statue and I touched him the spell broke and that’s our only alternative right now.”

“And if it doesn’t work?”

“We’ll think of something else. Right now is not the time to think but to take action.”

Imara had to agree: they couldn’t waste time they didn’t have. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and visualized Jasper’s apartment. Her whole body started itching, and she felt like floating. 

One second they were in the Wilder’s hallway, and the next Agatha and her found themselves right in the middle of Jasper’s living room.

Kit came running from somewhere in the house, his footsteps sounding as loud as the Lover’s heartbeat. “You are here! We don’t have much time, he is already-”

There was a noise from the room, as if someone had dropped a heavy object directly to the floor. A grunt came right afterwards.

The three of them shared a panicked look, before rushing to wherever Kit was leading them. “I told you not to move Jasper!” he lamented, navigating the small flat. And even if Agatha had almost taken Imara by the collar of her t-shirt and demanded to be brought here, even if she had been unconsciously repeating herself a mantra (“It’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay”) from the minute her stomach dropped, even if she could rationally stop and be certain that the Stars would never let Jasper die, she was not prepared for the scene that unraveled when she reached the threshold of the bedroom.

What was left of human Jasper was struggling to get up from the floor, his legs a solid block of white stone- of marble- that crept upwards towards his black boxers, as if it was lifting his skin and replacing it for the stone. The curse was already almost covering his knees completely, turning them purple for the lack of blood reaching the lower part of his body.

Sweat pearled on his forehead, dark hair sticking down, as the Prince gritted his teeth to avoid screaming, a definite proof that whatever it was happening to him was some sort of painful torture.

He turned to the threshold, body contorting because of his useless legs, and his jaw dropped, seeing he had been caught and for whom.

“Hi, Love. I’d dress myself, but…” he greeted, trying to smile but not quite managing to. His eyes were shining with fever and then the hold of his arms to the mattress failed, head dropping down, as Jasper Asya fainted.

Agatha could only hear the rush of blood in her ears, as she lounged forwards, catching the Prince’s head before it hit the floor. She didn’t hear the gasp of Imara, indicative that she was not expecting something so twisted to be happening. She didn’t hear the orders of Kit, already grabbing the boy’s stone legs, but she knew the plan was to lift him to the bed again.

When that was done, her knees dropped to the side of the bed, hands trembling for the effort but also the raw fear in her chest. She wanted to touch his face, she needed to throw his hair back, so it didn’t stick to his forehead anymore. She wanted Jasper to wake up, to open his brown eyes and smile at her, reassure her that everything was okay. 

Maybe what she really wanted was to wake up from this nightmare.

Instead, Agatha took a deep breath, and let her eyes go to the part of Jasper that was a statue already. She noticed he had socks on, and it was such a stupid thing to realize, a small and strained laugh escaped her mouth.

They’ve bought those socks together, dark blue with a pattern of small hearts. He had said it reminded them of her. “Hearts, Love,” he had explained, amusement tainting his words. “Can’t you see? You are everywhere I look.”

It had been a few days before Valentine’s, but she decided not to tell him that.

Now the hearts were almost invisible, and the color white with gray cracks had replaced the dark blue.

Reality came back to her, like a punch on the gut or a slap on the face.

“I’ve touched him,” she gasped, eyes already swelling with tears. She turned to Kit and Imara. “I’ve touched him!” The rest of the sentence was left unsaid.

I’ve touched him and nothing has happened.

Agatha Wilder had turned a statue back to human months ago. It had almost exploded, crumbled to the floor, stone turning to dust as the spell lifted. A boy from another age had landed on top of her, confused.

Her touch did not save him this time. It couldn’t.

And, suddenly, Love was powerless.

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[brothersapart]

I read so much of the brother multiverse and I wonder want are all of the borrower knacks that been revealed like there so much Smol. Also i really appreciate you continuing to upload for these awesome series for so many year!!

Oh, knacks are one of my favorite parts! And they've certainly grown from how they were initially, becoming so important in the stories.

You can find a full list of knacks on this post, along with an explanation I worked out when I finally decided to fully define them.

That list might be missing a few, I think we did officially announce what Sherlock's knack would be while I'm pretty sure John Watson only has some guesses under the #borrower knacks tag I use to keep this sorted out.

(Smaug is trying to preen me while I answer this so I keep getting pecks to the face when I move against his wishes)

Some additional fun facts:

The strongest knack in existence was the ability to smite demons and monsters, just like an angel, and the person who received it was plenty strong enough to put it to use if they ever saw a demon.

Stan Baker has actually already used his knack in his borrower adventure, found in Brothers Chosen, but we won't see it discovered by the characters for a bit.

As useful as knacks are, there are limits to what they can be.

Borrowers cannot change their size.

Borrowers cannot shapeshift.

Borrowers cannot fly or teleport.

If you want to create your own knacks for characters, we'd love to hear the ideas! A great resource for them that I use is the Superpower wiki, and then adjust the power levels to what the borrowers can handle. They're not at the full superhero levels, of course.

Honestly, answering this has jazzed me up again for the stories, I've been trying to break out of a touch of depression the last few months so it's great to feel that energy again! Thanks so much for the ask!

Under the cut, I'll list out the knacks I can find, it might be a project for another day where I see if there's any others we might have announced separately:

Sam Winchester–

Enhanced Awareness: This can either enhance an already understood sense to supernatural levels, or give the borrower a ‘sixth sense,’ much like how Sam can feel if he’s being watched. His ability does not work on other borrowers, the angelic Grace around their souls keeping the perception from working on them. 

Dean Winchester–

Enhanced Tracking: Trackers, like Dean, are able to use their ability to track down their target with undeniable accuracy. There are limits, as Dean can only track down objects he needs. He is unable to apply this to people, and if he can’t conjure up that sense of need, nothing will happen. This is not limited by distance, though if he’s far from an object, he only gets a sense of what direction it’s in. 

John Winchester–

Perception Filter: The ability to be unnoticed and/or ignored in presence and actions. John’s ability is unique, so far as he’s discovered. He is unable to apply this ability to himself, but has found that if he concentrates, he is able to hide his family from notice, even if a human opens up the walls and looks right at them. This allows him to leave without worrying that they will be found, though of course, stuff doesn’t always go to plan.

Mary Winchester–

Terrakinesis: The ability to control the earth. While John’s ability tends towards more protective with his family, Mary is ready to go on the attack. She can’t affect entire buildings like the angels, but she can rock the ground just enough to knock a human off balance, buying time for her to escape. This works when there’s concrete, rock, stone, ect underneath the ground. She is unable to affect wood paneling at all and is cautious if she needs to go over a wood floor. With this ability, she was able to slowly carve out a safe home for her family underneath the ground. Adding in John’s ability to keep the family undetected, it seemed a good place to raise their two boys. Mary keeps several pebbles on her that she can flick at an attacker in case she needs a quick escape. Dean certainly got his accuracy from his mother.

Sherlock Holmes–

Time Distortion: The ability to slow down or stop time. A very strong knack that requires training to sustain for longer than a few seconds. In Sherlock’s case, he is able to slow down time around him, enabling him to escape with a speed that can’t be matched, and make observations that no one else would ever notice. When he stretches his ability, he can include others in this. He can’t stop time like an angel; it will always move forward

Bobby Singer–

Psychometry: Bobby’s knack allows him to learn from books and artifacts at a glance or a touch. He’s unable to read people, but if he gets an item of theirs, he can know what it was used for, how it will be put to use in the close future. This includes seeing that a knife will be used for a murder, before the murder happens.

Jacob Andris–

Supernatural Strength: Some, like Jacob, grow stronger than even other borrowers. This comes from their innate ability to turn their knack on their own bodies by instinct. While Sam and Dean receive the standard borrower strength boost while cursed, allowing them to lift around 12x their body weight, Jacob is able to lift, at only 18, a colossal 42x his natural body weight. If he was human-sized, he could bench a car without breaking a sweat.

Oscar–

Pyrokinesis: The ability to manipulate fire in limited forms. Oscar would not easily discover this knack, as a fire in the motel room walls might cause the entire place to go up in a blaze.

Walt Watch–

Telekinesis: The ability to manipulate objects outside of their direct reach. This can often cause a borrower to be mistaken for a ghost, moving objects in a house without touching them for a distraction. Walt Watch has taken the ability further, freezing two humans in place and later directing his power at himself to force his razor blade through Celeste’s neck despite her angelic invulnerability. This came close to burning out his knack.

Chase Lisong–

Emotional manipulation: The ability to influence the emotions around him, with no need for physical contact. A way for Chase to keep the peace among whichever group he’s in, or, if he can manage to get close enough, make a human tired or inattentive enough to escape notice.

Bobby Loran–

Power borrowing: Bobby is able to borrower the knack of other borrowers for a limited amount of time. One at a time, and since he’s not used to them he wouldn’t have as much finesse with them. He’d be quicker to burn them out than the actual “owner” of the knack.

Minnie Lisong–

Life detection: Very useful for finding out if a human is in a room, or seeing if there is a possibly dangerous rat or spider hiding in the walls.

Mark Bend–

Supernatural Strength: Unlike Jacob, Mark’s ability only applies to his legs. His legs are supernaturally enhanced, able to leap high into the air compared to a regular borrower.

Sean–

Invisibility: Though the borrower does not make themselves actually invisible in most cases, the invisibility knack allows them to camouflage and blend in to their surroundings. In Sean’s case, he can cause a cloud of distortion that hides himself and any of his friends that stand close enough. 

There are knacks picked out for the following characters, but they have not been announced yet (as far as I remember, feel free to send in a message if I'm just forgetting them!):

John Watson

Stan Baker

Stan Baker's brothers (Seamus, Dylan, Simon and Levi)

Moira Wainscot

Kara Bolt

Harmony

Adriana of the Woods

Oh! And of course, if you think you know what one of the knacks might be, send in your guess and if you're right, we'll officially reveal it!

#borrower knacks #knack #sam winchester #dean winchester #a list of what we've announced

[msfbgraves]

i’m watching the first karate kid movie, and i had forgotten how really awful johnny was to daniel in this. he was such a bully to the poor boy! but i had also forgotten how absolutely lovable daniel was—he was such a scrappy, cute, kind and sweet boy. the first thing he does when he gets to the new apartment is find some water for a neighbor’s dog—without being asked or anything! what an angel. and i love the relationship he has with his mum. so adorable!!

that’s something i didn’t like about ck—how they made the mum not like amanda when she’s so loving and supportive in this movie.

and i can’t stand how in ck, they downplay johnny’s mean bullying actions to daniel, but play up daniel’s responses to them or his short temper. wtf!!!

johnny is 100% in the wrong, fuck the ck writers. trying to make daniel into an aggressor when he was 100% the bully, and a friendly sweetheart to boot.

What is so sad about how they handled the way Johnny sees Daniel is that it could have made for such a good show. Because Johnny is objectively wrong, but the new audience doesn't know that, and they could have fanbase go "Wait, I don't remember that at all...?!?"

Because it is fine that Johnny is an unreliable narrator. That is fun, actually. He begins the very first episode on a lie: Daniel did not leave him lying facedown on the floor, as the first episode suggests, but it's been over 30 years and maybe Johnny remembers it this way now, because he looks on that moment as the moment his whole life spiralled downhill.

That is good storytelling! That is cool storytelling! They could even frame Daniel through Johnny's eyes as doing things Johnny perceives to be asshole moves, because that's how he wants to think of Daniel.

But where they went wrong with Daniel is that they showed him doing asshole things even when Johnny was nowhere in sight. And that's just not Daniel. That's bad writing! I really admire how Ralph managed to make it pretty clear even then that Daniel is reacting to the threat that is Cobra Kai, not the threat that is Johnny Lawrence, but it would have been much better if, for instance, you only see Daniel through Johnny's eyes, freaking out completely over Cobra Kai, and then the story would shift to Robby, being Johnny's son, and then everybody already loves Johnny, and they're like oho, no, Robby is getting pulled into that asshole's world and then it turns out that Daniel simply isn't an asshole. And then you get to the fight between Robby and Miguel and Robby is not an asshole at all, either. He's good, he's polite, Daniel is a good sensei, and Miguel wins because he attacks Robby's injury outside the fight and Johnny has to go like, ah, shit, AITA?

But they had to make it that Johnny was right! And you can't do that without making Daniel a completely different person! I'm glad they had this moment midway season two where Daniel went "Wow. That was out of character, huh?" and was simply allowed to act more like himself, but it would have been a better show if the writers had not been so obsessed with having found their anti-woke icon who cannot do wrong and acknowledged far earlier that Johnny's mindset is messed up and getting people hurt left right and center. And maybe even delved into the fact that if Robby is messed up to no end, which he is too, possibly giving him the skills to hurt people more effectively is not a good idea. Mr. Miyagi did not go around teaching karate either; you need a very strong student sensei bond, a real need to fight (Robby wasn't being bullied), and even then I think that Mr. Miyagi very consciously steered Daniel away from the attacking side of karate. Not because he wasn't good enough, as ck has Chozen imply, but because Daniel does have a little Cobra Kai in him, Terry isn't wrong. Daniel loves the thrill of the fight a bit too much, actually. That's in the films. "Why didn't you kill him?" Because murder bad, Daniel-san? (Tf, boy, I'm not teaching offense any time soon...) and how they built on that in CK is actually interesting! Of course no karate is defense only. But Miyagi only taught Daniel to fight with a bo because if he'd taught him to fight with sai somebody might have ended up very dead...

...Anyway, the reason I write all that is because of Robert Mark Kamen and Ralph playing Daniel, not the CK writers writing Daniel.

And yes, what they keep doing with Lucille is so bad. Nagging mother-in-law, really? Like she doesn't understand what being a working Mom is. And with her own business. Also that story about Daniel lying to her as a young boy, "it wasn't me?" Daniel is an atrocious liar, honest to a fault, he only ever lies to save others pain. "I have it under control!" [He did not, in fact, have anything under control] that's Daniel. Lucille wants Daniel to have someone, why would she come between them? If anything, that sends up red flags about Amanda. But the writers do not care, because what to mothers in law do other than nag about dinner? They have not thought about what it actually means to be a working Mom for ten seconds. The only thing they really care about is redeeming bullies and dealing with Daddy issues.

And yet so often they write something really interesting without meaning to, or the actors play it in a way where it suddenly does add 20 layers to what we knew before but that is about as often despite the writing rather than because of it. It has so much heart, and commitment, and it's often almost good and then they're like no, our self-insert Johnny is the best Johnny even when Billy and Marty are like, 'actually, you're dead wrong...'

#ck negativity

[welcome-to-the-whumpfest]

Empty Shell

Masterlist

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The Collector remembered the moment his eyes landed on his boy for the first time. He wasn’t his boy then, just an empty shell, it’s spark taken from him and the exterior remaining. But what a lovely exterior!

His boy was accustomed to cruelty, punishment without reason, and torture with no hope. Apparently, he was loosely tied to the resistance, but the Coven of Enchanters had had their fill of him within a few weeks. They were the best at finding what they wanted in the Advances; however, once they found what they were looking for, there was no purpose to keeping them. Most commonly, they would kill the little Advances, but sometimes they would break them.

His darling had fallen into the latter category. Most Enchanters didn’t like broken Advances, they were boring ragdolls with nothing but apathy in their faces. The Collector had his fair share of feisty Advances and even a few Enchanters that always seemed to be testing his patience. He was tired of putting up with everyone’s stubbornness; sometimes he just wanted a way to relax.

He was visiting the Coven for some trivial matter, but the Collector enjoyed viewing the Advances. He had a special eye for finding the ones that would sell well. After his deals were made and meetings finished, he had toured the halls to look at the broken Advances. The broken ones didn’t sell well, but the Collector enjoyed seeing the options. There was something peaceful about the broken. Their minds were jumbled and lost most of their function, and their bodies were often fractured and useless. They usually looked like roadkill, but to the Collector they were peaceful because they had passed into a state of sheer oblivion. Never totally aware of what was happening and with no recollection of who they were.

A blank state that was so easy to mold like clay

He passed one of the confinement rooms and looked in. On the ground, curled up into a ball was a mess of a young man. He was shivering and whimpering, coated in dried blood and grime. The Collector could see his tacky skin shine from a previous exertion.

The poor thing began to cry softly. The Collector couldn’t help himself. He was alone in the hallway, so no one could object to his next actions. He carefully opened the door to the confinement room and stepped in. The crying continued softly, and the little creature covered his head with his hands in fear.

���Shhh, shhh, it’s alright.” The Collector’s voice was soft as he sat down close to the little ball of matted hair and dirt. Leaning his back against the wall, the Collector hummed softly as he reached out with one hand and petted the little thing’s head.

Still shivering, the boy peaked around his hands to see were the sound was coming from He was confused to see an unfamiliar face, but his mind was contorted – he rarely recognized anyone’s face.

The Collector watched the little one’s confusion. The poor thing couldn’t comprehend what was happening. Thinking was so hard for him. The room was dark, and the Collector figured he’d move onto another cell to see what other Advances were here, but instead, something snatched his attention.

The boy’s eyes were wide with gorgeously long eyelashes. He had a sweet round face but most beautiful of all, one eye was green and the other blue.

“Oh my. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” The Collector smiled as the boy watched him carefully – almost as if waiting to be beaten.

He was beat often. It was no secret that the Coven used the broken as examples to teach the newest Enchanters how to use their spells. This broken thing was only being kept alive for this purpose – to feel pain.

And yet.

And yet the Collector’s touch was pleasant. It was clear that the boy didn’t understand what the Collector was doing as the large man began to pet his hair, brushing it back out of his face.

“Why don’t you come here, sweetheart?”

Without hesitation, the young boy crawled towards him and fearfully sat in his lap.

“Aren’t you the cutest little thing?” The Collector beamed, his southern accent stretching his words. “What’s your name, darling?”

All of the sudden, the apprehension in the boy’s eyes transformed into panic. His hand rose to his throat, desperately hoping that the Collector understood.

He did.

The boy was covered in the aftermath of spells, but there was a few that still held. Like the silencing spell. The boy couldn’t speak until it was removed. The Collector could remove it, but maybe he didn’t want to. Afterall, the darling boy was so pliant and obedient, he didn’t want a smart mouth to ruin that. Not that he had one, but he didn’t want to risk it.

“That’s alright, sweetheart. No need to worry. Don’t work yourself up now.” The boy’s breathing had increased due to the fear of not being able to obey. “There, there. That’s it. Why don’t you lean in and relax for just a bit. I’ll hold you. I won’t let anything happen to you while you’re in my arms, darling.”

A grateful noise left the boy as he desperately tried to show how good he could be. Leaning forward and melting into the Collector’s arms and chest, the boy curled up, holding onto the man.

Now, this could get addicting.

The Collector sat like this for several minutes, as he watched the boy grow sleepy, and his eyelids fluttered shut. “Bless your heart.” The Collector chuckled, the vibration soothing the boy into a deep sleep.

A few minutes later, the Collector went back to the front of the Coven and made one more deal.

The Collector had signed many contracts, but what he bought he usually sold almost immediately. This time, he planned on keeping his product.

#welcometothewhump #welcometothewhumpfest #creepy comfort #comfort #whump #emotional whump #fear #intimate whumper #captivity whump #crying #scared whumpee #breaking #Blood #The Collector #Shay

[milkyway247]

‘How I got you’ -One of my many versions about how Frieza and Zarbon met for the first time. This is def one of my favourites!!

Equivalent to five years old, a young Frieza stood excitedly next to his father on Planet Pomelo whilst the king conversed leisurely with the planets elder on the hot rain forest like planet. King Cold had decided his son was now old enough to pick out who was going to be his personal advisor, and so he had returned to the Rajah-jins native planet to select one of the naturally intelligent and strong inhabitants -as had become tradition for the Ice-jin family.

As Frieza walked around the courtyard, taking mild interest in the new plants and insects on this world, he for the most part ignored the female children the elder of planet Pomolo introduced him too, seemingly having no interest in them at all.

Hearing a rustle in the bushes not too far from where he was, the inquisitive young Frieza wondered nearer -just for a highly venomous snake to suddenly strike out at him. In a flash of green someone was suddenly in front of him on his hands and knees with the snake now in his jaws, and with a snap of his head the young Rajah-jin tossed the bitten snake back into the undergrowth. With a growl like a crocodile the young Rajah-jin circled around the young lords feet before curling around them and pressing his body to the ground -remaining perfectly still with heavily lidded eyes.

Frieza, somewhat baffled by the boys actions, turned to his father for an explanation. The king and the elder had been watching the scene unfold –them knowing unlike the two boys that the snakes venom would have had no effect on the super strong Ice-jin.

‘’What… what’s he doing, father?’’ asked Frieza somewhat apprehensively looking at the slightly larger boy curled around his feet wearing nothing but a piece of blue cloth due to the planets very hot climate. The elder nodded at him.

‘’He’s guarding you, Lord Frieza. How unusual…’’

‘’I thought you said these beings were intelligent, father?’’ demanded the young Frieza. ‘’Why’s it just laying there like that?’’

King Cold chuckled. ‘’They are indeed very intelligent beings Frieza, but they stay mute for the first 10 years or so of their life. They silently observe everything that goes on around them, gathering vast knowledge before maturing and choosing to speak and use ki. ANYWAY, the king here has presented you with 10 of the planets most intelligent and prettiest Rajah-jins -have you made up your mind which one you want yet?’’

Frieza looked to the row of well dressed, variously coloured female Rajah-jins, then to the younger boy on the floor around his feet.

‘’I want this one’’ he answered pointing to the ground.

Both the king and the elder sweat dropped.

‘’Well son…’’ hesitated King Cold ‘’…it really is tradition to take a female Rajah-jin… advisor work... assistant work... it really is more suited to be a females role…’’

‘’And this boy here is very young…’’ chipped in the elder ‘’…I’m afraid it will be many years until he’ll be of any use to you…’’

But Friezas mind was made up. Squatting down he touched the Rajah-jins emerald green hair, and after the boy moved slightly but didn’t object, Frieza ruffled his hair like a pets.

‘’What’s his name?’’ Frieza demanded.

The elder looked down at the young boy on the floor. ‘’He’ll tell us his name himself once he’s matured, until then Rajah-jins don’t use names.’’

Frieza frowned and then just shrugged at the new piece of information. ‘’Come father, let’s go’’ he decided as he turned and walked back towards the ship, the young boy on all fours crawling like a crocodile loyally behind him without prompting.

That night King Cold took his son and his new… pet, who was still crawling around the floor, to the newly appointed room along from the young lords which was to be his advisors room. However, entranced with his new play thing Frieza insisted he slept in his room and made him a bed up on the floor. Needing a glass of wine, King Cold just groaned and left the boys to it, and Frieza climbed into his bed whilst the Rajah-jin curled up like a guard dog by the bed.

The incessant tossing and turning in the night kept Frieza awake until he finally called out to the Rajah-jin on the cold hard floor and patted the bottom of his bed -where the Rajah-jin immediately climbed up and then curled up into a ball and went straight to sleep by his small masters feet.

…

15 Years later and a loud knocking at his bedroom door woke Frieza. As he went to move he realised he couldn’t –and peered through sleepy eyes to see that at some point in the night his advisor had spread out across the bottom of his bed and was now laying on his tail.

Flopping back onto his bed, somewhat trapped, Frieza called out of the person knocking to enter, and the king himself stroke in just as the Rajah-jin began to awaken.

‘’Oh really Frieza!! Does he really need to still sleep on your bed?? You’re not boys anymore and he’s supposed to be your advisor not your pet!!’’ Scolded King Cold as he watched the now pretty much fully grown, 6 1/2ft tall, handsome, very muscular advisor wearing nothing but lilac hot pants and a matching baggy cropped top yawn and stretch out.

‘’My advisor, my rooms, my army, my rules father’’ stated Frieza yawning ‘’Now what are you here for?’’

‘’I’m here to remind you, Frieza, that the Ginyu Force are coming to introduce their new team member before you depart on your flag ship for your first ever venture. Today you become emperor of your own fleet! And that means getting UP! And getting your advisor up too!’’

‘’Yes yes father…’’ grumbled Frieza as he slid out of bed and stretched ‘’And he said his name is Zarbon, remember?''

King Cold rolled his eyes and went to find more wine as he awaited the arrival of Ginyu and his band of merry men.

An hour later and Frieza and Zarbon were standing in full armour in the main observation room of what was to be Friezas flag ship.

‘’Is everything ready, Zarbon?’’ asked Frieza looking out at the workers loading supplies into the ship.

‘’Yes Lord Frieza. Fuel is at maximum level, all engines are working to full capacity, all soldiers have boarded and are awaiting orders, all food, drink and medicines are fully stocked to see us through one year of space travel, all systems have been checked and are working fine. I have programmed in our route and strategized a plan to take over the first 3 planets in the solar system, I have also mapped Cold Force base planets at one monthly intervals for the purpose of stopping and restocking, sir.’’

Frieza closed his eyes and chuckled. ‘’I think fathers really just jealous that I have such a competent advisor, don’t you Zarbon?’’

Zarbon smiled at his lords compliment. ‘’It’ s not for me to say sire, all I will say is it’s an honour to be serving you, Lord Frieza. Now, we should go and get this introduction with the Ginyu Force out of the way.’’

Groaning, Frieza nodded and the two left for Kind Colds main reception room to be introduced to the forces newest member.

After a cringe worthy display of lights and gymnastics, Ginyu proudly gestured towards a small, lumpy looking green being with 4 bulbous sticky looking eyes.

‘’This… is it?’’ asked Frieza sceptically, squinting at the squat toad like creature.

As Ginyu started to gush about the creatures special talents Frieza heard the unmistakable sound of a crocodile behind him and turned his head, puzzled to see Zarbon transfixed on the small green alien, his eyes slitted and his teeth bared.

Guldo, the new Ginyu noticed and moved back, slightly alarmed. King Cold raised a questioning eye ridge as Zarbon gracefully dropped on to all fours and with a crocodile like sway kept his body low to the floor as he moved in front of Frieza.

‘’What the…?’’ mused a puzzled king Cold out loud. ‘’Frieza? Your advisor seems to have regressed into a crocodile.’’

Ginyus well travelled eyes gleamed ‘’I bet it’s the amphibian DNA! He’s sensing Guldo as a threat to you Lord Frieza! Well, or a threat to your attention at least!’’ he beamed triumphantly.

Frieza looked at his feisty croc on the floor protecting him, and gave him a slight nudge with his chonky 3 toed foot. ‘’Lord Frieza to Zarbon? Get up off the floor, it’s a toad.’’ After refusing to budge, Frieza groaned and rolled his eyes -using his strength to lift the crocodile like man over his shoulder and drag him out of the room and back to his own bedroom, where he tossed him on the bed. Removed from the place of confrontation, Zarbon seemed to return to his previous state and shook his head as if struggling to remember anything.

‘’Lord… Lord Frieza…?'' asked Zarbon sounding embarrassed '''I wish to apologise… that was very unprofessional of me and I---‘’

‘’Sssh, at ease Zarbon’’ dismissed Frieza with a wave of his hand before hesitating and finally smirking slightly. ‘’If anything, it is nice to see how loyal you are… it’s almost as if you were just destined to be my advisor…’’

Zarbon bowed low to his lord and took his hand, bringing it to his lips and gently kissing the back of it as he golden eyes gleamed. ‘’I was destined to be anything you desire me to be… my lord…’’ he replied, gazing up into the widening ruby red eyes of his master.

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What I Watched This Week – 11/5 – 11/11

Pluto – I came to this without ever reading or watching any Astro Boy or other Tezuka manga, and I’ve never read or watched anything by Naoki Urasawa, but I got into this just fine without ever feeling like I was missing a prerequisite or something. I understand that it’s a reimagining of the Astro Boy manga about a lifelike boy robot named Atom, who, in this story, gets caught up in a series of murders involving other advanced robots and several humans who were instrumental in developing robot technology or in the movement to give robots civil rights. Most of the story centers on the police investigator named Gesicht, who is a robot himself, as he travels around the world meeting with other robots and scientists he suspects will be future targets, unravelling a giant world-altering plot in the process.

The story is paced well, dishing out bits of background on the world and the characters slowly as the investigation plods along, and the animation was usually very good, with a few excellent moments that made perfect use of lighting or action to be particularly moving. My one complaint would be the way the female characters were few and limited to being wives and relatives of the male characters. The male characters were entirely responsible for driving the action, whether that was through fighting or being a brilliant scientist, while the female characters were restricted to having feelings about what was happening. Some of that is due to the source material, I’m sure, but the choice to retain this gender divide in a reimagining is thoughtless at best. 8/10

Nichijou – This is my second try at watching this series, as I started it years ago and turned it off in the middle of one of the Hakase and Nano skits early in the series and never went back. I don’t live under a rock, so I keep seeing all the clips from this show that are objectively hilarious and gorgeously animated, so I gave it another go. After watching the whole thing this time, it’s just a case of feast or famine. Pretty much all of the skits involving the kids from the school are incredibly funny, and any time Hakase is on screen being a tiny sociopath in a voice that tests the range of sounds the human ear can register without bleeding, the show is insufferable. Luckily, more of the show involves the school cast than the Shinonome household, so it’s a good enough time. 7/10

Appleseed – I feel like I’ve seen this 80’s OVA talked about over the years, but after watching it, I’m not sure why this would have been much of a hit for anyone. It’s set in the aftermath of World War III, with what’s left of humanity living in a utopian city run by genetically engineered humans called “bioroids”, and follows a human woman and her cyborg partner on the police force as they track down a terrorist. The story generally felt underdeveloped, like it was speeding through the plot without stopping to take the time to flesh out character motivations and make sure things made sense. By the end of the runtime, I’m not sure who I should have been rooting for, and the conclusion felt anticlimactic. 6/10

#anime #backlist anime #pluto #nichijou #appleseed