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msfbgraves · 7 months

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Also: I think people forget how lonely and desperately needing love and companionship Terry was before Daniel, even if he didn’t know it. Going around drinking and playing piano until dawn, and fucking beautiful little omegas without any emotional connection is no way to live.

Daniel changed Terry more than Terry changed him. He NEEDED that omega more than Daniel ever needed him (at the start,’of course). Daniel could have moved on from that first meeting—but Terry? Obsessive, detailed, Terry? No way! And Daniel has given him so much—puppies, a home, a family. With Danny he has a friend, a confidant, a lover, a companion, a spouse. Terry desperately needed all of this, but he needed someone especially for him, and Daniel might have been tailored personally for him.

Those moments in Knights and Pawns when Terry nearly throws all this away—and this special little omega—due to his terrible actions make me want to reach through the screen and slap him. Fool! Don’t you know that if you lost Daniel you would lose yourself?

Damn it Terry! That’s probably why I’m rooting so hard for him on the Euro Trip but moreso after the funeral reveal. Win that sweet boy back!

OK, man this inspired me to write a whole essay. Thank you Nonnie. I have been thinking about this som much, especially since so many grown men in my life have been such complete and utter idiots about this, and in every tough guy gangster show I see them make this mistake over and over again, it simply poured out.

In my eyes, Terry suffers from something I see a lot in 'tough guy', patriarchical settings. You can force things in life, and win - and these people often try to force love by taking away their partner's option to leave. Terry is also very emotionally smart when it comes to manipulating other people - he knows that proximity helps in building affection, and when he is good to the boy, time and care and puppies will do the rest to build enough love to weld them together. And with that established, he's safe. He can do whatever he wants. All these mob men - they're good enough to their wives to know that if they occassionally want to treat them like shit, they can. Their wife will love them enough to forgive them and stay - cue the cycle of abuse. And Daniel is like the foundation his family life is built on - but who appreciates a foundation, truly? You expect a foundation to be there, you don't go around noticing it every day.

Except of course when your foundation gives, your whole life gives, and immediately.

But that's not what Terry has learnt. You want something, you win it. You win it, it's yours, to do with as you will. If anyone challenges that, you hurt them until they stop.

It has helped him to survive all this time, hasn't it?

What these mobsters always only realise when it is far too late, is that this is no way to live. If you spend your life hurting those you deem weaker, even if you really love them and show them a lot of affection, they'll leave you. Can take ten years, but they'll go. With very close relationships, it can take 25, but they will leave. And Terry in his thirties - he's not seen it enough. Terry has never really been in a long relationship that he didn't dictate. He's Amanda's older brother, after all. And he's been taught only to take and win. Sure, he can dole out love, and get it back, but to him that only ever feels like his rightful due. And he may feel you have to be a good boss, a good Alpha, but then, as an Alpha, you're owed affection back. And that worked for a very long time until he tried to take over the LaRussos. Because that's what he thought it would be, and the LaRussos don't let him. And he can't simply kill them. So here he comes home with a massively bruised ego, stonewalled by a beta brother-in-law...

And it's so goddamn sneaky. If he'd beat Daniel, that would have shown. He would have had to admit to himself that that's what it was. But with sex... it's so easy hide, so easy to gaslight your spouse about. Heat of the moment, baby, I forgot myself. You know how you make me feel. You're just so hot, sweetheart, you drive me wild. And he would have said something like that, as soon as the power rush had worn off. Because immediately, in his war torn soul, he knows exactly what he's done. How wrong it was. But doesn't the patriarchy also teach you that it is your partner's job to love the rough edges off? Isn't that what they do? Pour their love in to soothe what you had to dull to become powerful enough to 'win' at life? You feed them, they love you - that's how it's supposed to work, yeah? You're the strong one here...

But you're so right, Nonnie- Terry, do you think you can win a game of love against Daniel LaRusso?! Indeed, are you stupid? That boy has a strength these tough guys can't even conceive of. Because he is strong enough to leave. That boy nearly eloped without a cent to his name because he loved his girl. Yes, he could have moved on. Yes, he would have found another. He doesn't need anyone to love him into being a person.

And Terry is so feckin' brainwashed into this Alpha supremacy bullshit that he has no idea how to respect someone, has no genuine idea what the difference is between people doing what you want because you make them vs them doing what you want because they love you. He really somehow thinks that if he could force Daniel into loving him, he can get that from any other omega, as if that is the only thing Daniel provides him with, adoration and sex. He can get that from any kitty. And when he tries -

Look there's grown men who never get there. Maybe they never actually love their partners. They move on to another, someone younger, and when these younger people clue into their bullshit, someone even younger, that is if they make enough money. Otherwise they grow old begging for love from their children or their exes 'for old times' sake'. But to Terry's slight credit, maybe - he finally gets it. He doesn't love 'his' omega, 'his' mate, and he doesn't love him only for his cooking skills (Lucille's there taking over the housekeeping for her Daniele's sake, and the angelinos and angelinas of grandpups). He loves his Danny, his Daniel. More than that, he needs him. Not 'an' omega. Him. His mate. His love. His heart. For feck's sake, what is he playing at. Also, where is his baby son? And had he known that was why he felt so empty inside, so worn, before he met Daniel - he wouldn't have done it. Never. If Terry could go back, he'd fight himself to the death before he ever laid a finger on Daniel that night. Still, he might not have understood without this terrible crime.

But that's only half the battle. This is completely new to Terry. How to truly love Daniel for what he is after this? Will Daniel even let him? Because the boy has had it. Betrayed by his father, his brother, his mate. Only one of those betrayals, of course, is Terry's, but it hits the hardest. At least his family came through somewhat... No, it's hard for them both for different reasons. Yes, he's had six good years of marriage to look back on, that counts for something. His youngest pup is an infant, and all his children need their home. But you cannot keep hurting someone without them getting sick of it, and for the first time in his life - Daniel has no love to give.

You played yourself, Terry Silver.

#knights and pawns #omegaverse #male entitlement #marital problems #toxic masculinity #gender roles

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commander-winterberry · 1 year

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🍇🍋🎂 for Noctivares!

@mystery-salad

TYY Fox!! Noctivares (it/they) hasnt been on my mind lately but i alwayys enjoy thinking about it!

🍇: What sort of friend are they? Where are they in the group dynamic?

Noctivares is a … strange friend. If it even makes friends at all. It has followers, assistants, co-hunters, but due its secluded, near incomprehensible and cryptic nature, most ‘normal’ NMC salads don’t even approach it. It is very much a lone hunter beside their current co-hunter Saturnia (@gift-of-astralaria)!

If it has friends, I can imagine, it would be a fiercely loyal friend, one you can always rely on … eliminating any threat that happens to you.

🍋: What is your OC's most painful memory?

It doesn’t show it often, but its earliest hunts were painful, physically and emotionally. Not always was Noctivares a cold, lone hunter that acts quick and merciless, but it trained a long time to become efficient as it is now! It still remembers vividly the blood of their fellow hunters, weaker than zealous dreamers they were facing. The Court of Hunters exist to hunt, not to mourn or cherish their lives. To get rid of emotional connections from their past, maybe that was a loss painful to bear in memory.

🎂: Has your OC have any contradictory interests or traits to the first perception people have of the? How do they surprise people?

It doesn’t show how to be ‘caring’, very seldom. But for newer salads in the Court of Hunters, Noctivares tends to b, a person whom they can ask for advice, and it gladly shares its knowledge, teaches them newbies tricks and how to wield special types of weapons. This mentorship often surprises people. It doesn't want other hunters to die on their first trip.

Also it is very much an animal loving person. It loves puppies and hounds.

#answered mail #noctivares #thank you!!

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troubatrain · 3 years

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bad behavior - m. tkachuk

a/n: i don’t know when i started writing consistently but here we are. this another part of this series i was super excited about writing because this song is what put the idea in my head to begin with. quick shout out to @hookingminor, @tkafuckit, & @davidpastrsnack for reading my work and validating it because i swear i would never finish without you guys sometimes. hope you guys like it!

as per usual i recommend listing to the song while you read!

part of my lovely little lonely series

warnings: smut

“...you tell me, you're insecure, but don't be, stay soft, but don't be gentle, it's altogether mental...” - Bad Behavior - The Maine

I’m not a distraction am I?

Of fucking course you are, Matthew thought, buttoning up his dress shirt while he looked at the fresh marks he bit in your back not even fifteen minutes ago. You were the biggest distraction, Matthew forgoing his pre-game nap just for extra time with you between the sheets. You were a mistake he couldn’t stop making, ignoring the constant pull in his chest whenever you left because you didn’t do anything more than what you gave him.

Really, it was probably karmic punishment for all the shitty things Matthew’s done in his life. The universe would drop his dream girl in front of him but as it turns out, she played the game better than him. It wasn’t like he didn’t get a warning from your best friend Ella who’d been dating Sam from what seemed like the dawn of time. You were a heartbreaker, it was just how it was and that was how it’s going to be. Matthew ignored Ella, taking you home without a second thought because that’s what he wanted too. No Strings Attached. Turns out, he was in over his head when you left one night and the other side of Matthew’s bed felt cold for the first time in his life.

“You’re not a distraction pretty girl,” Matthew nods, curls bouncing against his forehead while he admires you from the otherside of his bedroom, “Are you coming tonight?”

“Are you going to be on your worst behavior?” You ask, rolling out of bed to collect your clothes Matthew never seemed to toss in one place. That’s why you were different, every person in his life telling him to ease up in his game - except you. You loved watching Matthew get into it on the ice because after those games the sex was just better.

Matthew chuckles, watching you unhook your panties from the lamp in the corner of the room and frowning when you saw the tear he ripped in them, “I’ll be on my worst behavior if you’re coming home with me later.”

“Twice in one day is pushing your luck Matthew,” You sigh dramatically, fixing his collar and flattening his tie, “And exhausting for me quite honestly.”

“I’ll be easy,” Matthew suggests, fingers gently pushing a piece of hair from in front of your face. Your eyes flutter shut, enjoying the moment. This made it so hard to keep your distance, the fact that Matthew was more of a gentle giant than he led on most of the time. Sure, he could pull your hair back when he hit it from behind and he made the dirtiest jokes in crowded rooms, but when all was said and done - he was kind. Someone would be lucky to have him one day, but that someone just couldn’t be you.

“You’ve never gone easy on me ever,” You giggle, pressing a kiss against Matthew’s jaw, “Good luck.”

***

Matthew didn’t know why he was so nervous about a silly All Star game, but he was. Maybe it was because it was at home, or maybe Brady’s last minute addition had him reconsidering. Either way, he’d been pacing for the last hour and trying to decide if he should tell you to stay home. He couldn’t do that, as if he was going to deny himself the small sliver of happiness he got every time you decided you wanted to see him. You were in charge, and it changed the playing field for Matthew entirely. It wasn’t like it usually was, Matthew being the one who often found themselves hanging by the phone in hopes you’d call. You didn’t, so Matthew got his hopes up and told you to stop by before he left for St. Louis.

“Hey All Star,” You muse, sneaking inside and taking off your coat. Matthew stops his pacing, smiling to himself that you actually showed up when he asked. No answer to his text, because why would you bother to let him know you were on your way. That would be too easy, and you weren’t by any means easy.

Matthew opened his mouth to ask you how your day was, but shut it once he realized he’d never get an answer. The only things he knew about you were learned from Ella and Sam, not a single detail of anything that happened outside of the walls of Matthew’s apartment was ever mentioned to him by you. You knew tons about him, because he opened up to you so easily it was breaking his heart that you wouldn’t do the same. He wondered why he did this to himself, why he didn’t just find someone who was obsessed with him. He liked the chase, Matthew’s athletic intuitions pushing him to strive for the best prize he could find, and you’d be the best of them all if he could have you.

Instead Matthew did what he always does, he pressed his lips to yours and pushed you up against the door. His hands were on your waist, an ironclad grip as if you’d slip right through his hands if he didn’t stop you. You probably would have.

“What’s wrong?” You question, Matthew confused as to how you knew something was up. His eyebrows furrowed, head cocking to the side like a puppy who was trying to figure out what a new sound was. You laugh, a melodic giggle carrying through Matthew’s almost barren apartment, “Your hands are right above my ass but you failed to touch it once, what’s up?”

“I’m, uh, nervous?” Matthew admits, his weaker parts of his brain succumbing to the pout on your lips. That pout could be what killed him. Matthew wasn’t dealing with it well, it being the newfound pressure he’d been feeling to be a top tier player. People expected him to turn it on for every game, and at first he loved it. Then he realized he no longer got the chance to slack off when all eyes were on him, Matthew had been internally crumbling ever since.

That wasn’t necessarily the only reason he’d been insecure lately. You weren’t helping, but you couldn’t be hurting him that much. Maybe you were. Matthew was trying really hard to be cool, but he was failing miserably. He got jealous more often than he liked to admit, and he was a liar if he didn’t deep dive your Instagram to see if you were very clearly seeing someone else. He was gone a lot, and you didn’t owe him any sort of explanation and he knew that. He knew he respected you enough not to ask but he liked you enough to care, and it was eating him alive.

“Pressure’s a lot, I just don’t feel like, you know,” Matthew explains, fumbling over his words and waving his hands because he didn’t want to say it. His voice got lower, words mumbled together when he spoke, “I’m insecure.”

“Don’t be,” You shrug, a wide confident smile on your face. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little surprised by Matthew, because as far as you knew he was a big bad guy, or at least he thought he was. You thought it was all bullshit, but you did often think that kind of pressure couldn’t be healthy. Every fiber of your being told you to run, that this was getting too emotional and if you didn’t stop you were going to ruin him forever. You did it all the time, your heart wasn’t built for more than a night and you were just accepting it. If you weren’t going to be able to stop self destructing anyone who tries to connect to you emotionally besides your loved ones you protected so fiercely - then you were going to have fun.

Which is what you thought you were getting into. You took Matthew home with nothing but his reputation spinning around in your head that he was the perfect conquest. Then you fucked, and it was too good to give up. So you kept him at arms length, never giving into those damn eyes and his frown whenever you left after you had sex. It was better that way, for both of you really.

“That’s all you got for me?” Matthew asks, stifling a laugh at your simple answer. He was admitting to you something he’s never let another soul know but you simply just shrugged.

“Okay, how about this,” You take a deep breath, snaking your hands under his shirt and grazing your nails against his skin.

You’re Matthew fucking Tkachuk. Your lips pressed against his jaw, a smirk gracing his face. You don’t give a fuck who’s in your way, you’ll hit them. Your lips moved to his ear, whispering softly. You’re what Doughty’s nightmares are made of. Your hands slipped down, playing with the waistband on his boxers. And you can score with the best of them, on and off the ice. Matthew laughed at that one, a smug smile back on his face where it rightfully should be. You have nothing to worry about.

Both of Matthew’s large hands landed on your cheeks, calloused fingers rubbing against your skin and his lips on yours. He didn’t need to say anything, he’d show you just how badly he needed that. Matthew pushed you towards his bedroom, your back hitting the plush mattress. You tossed your hoodie off, Matthew losing his at the same time. You admired him, the way his muscles were defined in the moonlight from his windows. Matthew’s hands slid down your back, unclasping your bra with one hand and smirking to himself when it slid off. You stroked his ego for a reason, one that ran a chill up your spine while he pressed kisses down your body.

“You’re fucking sexy,” Matthew mutters into your skin, sliding off your leggings and eyes practically rolling to the back of his head when a pair of lacy red panties caught his attention. His finger slid underneath them, fingers slick from your core, “And wet too huh?”

“Do you plan on doing something about it or should I call someone else,” You tease, Matthew’s free hand gripped your thigh when you spoke, jealousy coursing through his veins. He finger pulled against your panties, a loud rip catching your attention, “Matthew!”

“Don’t joke like that then, I’ll take care of you just fine on my fucking own,” Matthew growls, lips ghosting your clit. You whimper, running a hair through Matthew’s hair. His tongue lapped at your pussy, trying to remind you just why you couldn’t shake him. He was competitive, and if he had to fight for his spot in your line up he’d do it. You were a mess, a string of curses falling through your lips and your moans echoing in the room.

“Matty, fuck,” You let out a cry, gripping his curls tightly. Matthew flicked your clit with his tongue, a gasp leaving your mouth. Matthew went to overdrive, his well skilled tongue moving quickly to send you over the edge. You grinded against his mouth, his hands holding down your waist so he could keep going while you came on his face. You finally push his head back, unable to take anymore.

Matthew crawls back up your body, capturing your lips with his and kicking off his boxers. You push him onto his back gently, a smug smile on his face and his hands landing behind his head, “A show?”

“Shut up,” You shake your head, letting out a laugh while you straddle Matthew. You pumped him a few times, lining his cock up with your pussy and easing yourself onto him.

“You look so good on top of me,” Matthew muses, a cocky tone to his voice. You grab the overgrown curls on the nape of his neck, rolling your hips against him and smirking when a groan left his lips, “My perfect fucking girl.”

Matthew’s hand smacked your ass while you rode him at your own speed. His free hand gripped your hip, speeding up your pace. Matthew loved being on top, a translation of his control that he desperately craved, but he let you do whatever you wanted. His hand snuck up your body, hand gently gripping your neck, “If you leave a mark this time Matthew-”

Matthew chuckles, remembering the borderline vicious threats you sent him the last time his grip got a little too tight and you didn’t realize until the next day. Matthew pulls you down to meet his lips, flipping you over onto your and back wrapping on your legs around his waist. His forehead pressed against yours, something you noticed he'd been doing more often lately, “Cum for me, fuck, c’mon.”

“Harder,” You nod, eager to chase your high and give him what you knew he wanted. He liked to get you off, the satisfaction of pleasing you did it for him, Matthew often bragging about how much a giver he really was. Your pussy fluttered around him, Matthew pulling his cock out and spilling onto your stomach. He looked down at you, completely fucked out with his cum on you like you were his. Your eyes were glassy, lips swollen from his while you caught your breath, “Shit.”

Matthew laughs lightly, walking into the en suite bathroom to get you a towel. He was always gentle afterwards, taking care of you after he absolutely wrecked you as if it was going to remind you that maybe he deserved more than you were giving to anyone else. You tuck your head into Matthew’s pillow, sleep about to take over your body. You never stayed, your own little rule because you just knew if you let him hold you it would be over, “Just stay, you look tired pretty girl.”

Matthew’s voice was gentle, his finger running along your bareback lightly while he offered you a shirt in the other. He wanted you to stay so badly, “Matty-”

“My flight leaves in a few hours, it’s like a nap,” Matthew whispers, and you smile at his excuse for you to sleepover. You nod, sitting up and tossing on whatever gray t-shirt he’d given you. You didn’t know, but it was his favorite shirt in the world, the fabric soft like a tee that had been well loved.

Matthew was supposed to have woken you up before he left, dropping you off at your place before he headed to the airport to go home. He was going to, he swore he really was, but when he was leaving you looked so damn cute snoring away in his favorite shirt. So he left you a note, telling you to lock up before you left and that he’d see you the day he got back. You woke up peacefully, the light shining through the floor to ceiling windows in Matthew’s apartment and rolling your eyes at his note. You grab your phone, smiling when you notice he left it charging for you.

You told me it was a nap.

Maybe you shouldn’t look so cute when you sleep then.

You roll over screaming in the pillow because you were going to ruin him.

***

Matthew had enough of the waiting game.

It's been nine days since that night and Matthew was losing his fucking mind. He was playing like absolute garbage, his name off the scoresheet since the All Star break. Matthew was lashing out left and right, both against the opposition and his own friends when they grew concerned. He thought about moving on, even calling up an old fling. That didn’t end well, Matthew moaning your name by accident in bed and then she left almost immediately after. He was frustrated with himself for getting this invested, but you were intoxicating. Matthew left the Saddledome after another shit game and drove to your place, with the intent that you were either going to hear him out or he was going to have to cut you out of his life.

“Hi?” You were confused when you saw him on the other side of the door, you leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. You were already pressed, wondering what Matthew thought he was doing banging on your apartment door. He looked pissed, bags under his eyes like he hasn’t slept in days and you were already rolling your eyes at the tweets about him being a bust.

“I can’t do this shit anymore,” Matthew steps inside, stomping into your space and gritting his words, “You have this hold on me, and I know I told you I could be cool about this but I can’t be. I’m fucking jealous of every other dude you could be with and I think about it all the time-”

“And I’m a heartless bitch,” You hiss, every wall you had just got taller. Your words could cut like a knife, and you were ready to let Matthew have it, “I’ve heard it from everyone, I ruin people Matthew, save me the argument.”

“You’re not going to ruin me, I know you, fuck,” Matthew steps forward, every bit of anger in his body disappearing when he saw the way you lip was starting to quiver. His voice got lower, his thumb running along your jaw, “I know you think you bring out the worst in me, but you bring out my best too.”

“I’m going to hurt you, I always do,” You whisper, averting your eyes down so you didn’t have to look at him.

“Then hurt me later,” Matthew took this as his turn to shrug, try and take a page in your book and be a little nonchalant, “For now, could we just try this out? No games, no one else, just us.”

“This is bad for you Matthew,” You give him one more warning, pulling him closer to you and tugging on the curls at the nape of his neck.

“Be bad for me then,” Matthew groans, grabbing a handful of your ass and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Matthew!”

#matthew tkachuk #matthew tkachuk imagine #my writing #nhl imagine #nhl imagines

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hetalia-reacts · 3 years

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I'm kind of experimenting with Yandere, so I'm going to send you at least 2 Yandere asks. This is the first one. May I have Yandere 2p Allies and Axis that's Vampires and they're falling falling in love with reader. But the problem is, the Reader is a Werewolf..... a very powerful one ( One that can rival them, and it's very possible if the darling can dominant them ). But other than that, the Reader is like this Huge energetic innocent puppy that likes to tackle hug them.

Allen

God he’s in love with your personality

He wants you all to himself for the rest of time

But of course there’s an issue

1) you’re a werewolf and he’s a vampire, you’d never willingly go with him even if you do love him

And then there’s problem number 2) you’re incredibly strong for a werewolf and Al’s a little afraid you might be able to take him down if he tries anything funny

And though Allen doesn’t have to worry about you not loving him or leaving him, he can’t have you the way he really wants you since you’d definitely could send him into a late grave

Allen would definitely concede to the best of his abilities and not completely take you and lock you away from everyone

He’d definitely try some mind games on you though, and try to occupy your time as much as vampirically possible

And after some time he’d probably consider changing you or attempting to change you so you could be with him forever, even if it makes you hate him

He just can’t bare the thought of living without you

Oliver

As yandere as he is Oliver has never truly considered locking you away

He’s not much of a fighter and every tactic he could use to get you and keep you would make him very unhappy to use

All of those plans include heavy drugs and poisons since you’re a werewolf and much stronger than he actually is

And he doesn’t much care for the idea of keeping you drugged and high since it might mean he’d never see you happily frolic or smile at him again

That is simply a sight Oliver cannot live without anymore

So he would never attempt to physically cage you, but he’d try to emotionally cage you

Always has an excuse to why he needs you home and why you can’t go out with your pack anymore or go hunting with them

Maybe sometimes gives small doses of drugs in food or drink so that your more complacent and easy to convince

Would regretfully drug you the day he decides to attempt to change you into a vampire/werewolf-vampire mix

He cant have you fighting back or saying no, that is the only day Oliver might get violent and super controlling towards you

He just needs you to stay with him forever so badly he wouldn’t mind shedding a bit of your blood

Oliver just gets so paranoid and scared one day you’ll never come back from seeing your pack so he has to do something, anything, that will keep you with him

Matt

As I’ve stated before Matt is a more lax and chill yandere

So he’d be more apt to just tell you he wants you home a lot and that he wants to spend forever with you

And with the fact that your incredibly strong even for a werewolf and could most definitely match him in a fight makes him a bit nervous to be sneaky with you

Tho he is confident he could take you, especially is Kuma(?) was around to help lock you up

Matt does psychologically mess with you

Just to make you more dependent on him and more likely to agree with him

He does this until he’s positive you’d agree immediately once asked if you want to become a vampire like him

He wants it to be as consensual as possible since he does love you and your innocent puppy personality and doesn’t want to corrupt it too much by having to physically force you while he changes you

Matt wants to keep you as authentic as he possibly can while keeping you all to himself

Francois

Absolutely hates this predicament

Out of everyone he could’ve easily loved it had to be an energetic, powerful werewolf that he couldn’t manipulate or overpower easily

Francois curses his bad luck in choosing a partner, but loves you never the less

Francois would end up coming up with an elaborate plan to lock you up after completely gaining your trust

Though he knows you love him, he knows you’re wary of him being a vampire even now

And he thinks your smart for being wary, but it honestly amuses him that him being a vampire should really be the least of your worries

He’d have you chained in only a few weeks after planning it out, keeping your shifting/breaking out at bay with drugs and strong silver bounds as well as keeping you far away from the moon and it’s light

Francois wouldn’t change you immediately

He honestly likes you being a werewolf and not soulless and hell-bound like him

But he might change his mind if you start getting more aggressive or show signs of breaking out

Francois can’t lose you, you make him feel happy even if you scream obscenities at him for locking you up

Viktor

Honestly he gets kind of pissy when he thinks about this perdicament

He’s a vampire ffs and yet he hesitates to take you, a literal ball of sunshine and energy, all for himself because you’re scarily powerful and dangerous

It really rubs him the wrong way to think about it

Viktor is no coward, however, so he’s going to make a very calculated plan to get you all for himself

Once he gets you, he confines you as well as he can somewhere far away from your pack, possibly even gets rid of them if he has the time

Viktor is not likely to drug you, he’s not very fond of that unlike some of the others

He will torture you in anyway he sees fit, even if he loses his precious ball of sunshine in the process, to him it’s just an unfortunate but needed loss in his plan

He changes you very quickly

Him changing you breaks your ties to the pack, if they’re still alive, and makes you weaker and easier to deal with and keep

Viktor does love you, and that’s why he has to keep you like this for the rest of your lives

Zao

Zao is a simple man with a simple plan

He just gets relatively comfortable with you and then boom, druggy time

He doesn’t care if you don’t act like yourself anymore

To him it’s all the same and as long as he doesn’t have to deal with you in your super strong werewolf form he figures your personality is an acceptable loss

Zao really did love your sunshine personality tho so sometimes it does bum him out that he’ll never see you like that again

Probably didn’t consider changing you until wayyy after kidnapping you

I’m talking like a year or more before he realizes that’s a thing he could do

When he changes you nothing much changes

He notices you’re a bit weaker and more lethargic after the bite, but your about the same as before after a few weeks so he figures you’re perfectly fine and frozen in time like he is

Luciano

So angry and vocal about the situation

Like why did you have to be the most perfect creature he’s ever seen? Why did you have to be so strong and clever?

So salty about it

Luciano would try to not lock you up, but the second someone looks at you the wrong way it’s to the basement with you and the death of whoever dared trying something with his darling

He’s not above drugging you but would prefer not to if you just behaved so he didn’t have to

Doesn’t consider changing you for a long time

Luciano is almost in love with the fact that you’re so fragile that the passage of time would make you weak

He’d eventually change you before you got really old because at the end of the day he realized he couldn’t live without you

Lutz

Lutz is so in love with you but so frustrated with what you are

He’s strong, but lazy

He could match you, maybe even overpower you if he really tried, but it’s so frustrating that the one thing he wants doesn’t come with ease

If you’d’ve been any other creature, or god even better human, he would have no trouble stealing you away

But of course you were a werewolf who everyone loved and watched out for

Lutz would get so frustrated with himself and think himself into exhaustion many nights thinking of a no hassle way to get you home with him forever

Of course he finally does it while you’re sleeping thanks to some super strong sedatives he slipped you

He would consider changing you before you woke up or before the sedatives wore off just so everything would be so much easier on him and you’d be too high and out of it to ever really question him

So Lutz would naturally go with that plan, he bites you after settling you down in your forever prison

He does it out of possession more than needing you forever, Lutz just wants your pack and every other vampire and werewolf out there to know that your his forever

Kuro

Kuro loves the idea of you more than he actually loves you

He loves the power and status he’d get from changing and keeping

Of course he still is madly in love with you, but he’s more so in love with his power fantasy

Kuro would love to just waltz in and take you, but even he can admit that he would barely match you in a fight and he certainly can’t take on you and the rest of your pack at the same time

So he lures you to his home as sweetly as he possibly can

There he quickly knocks you out and chains you away

He’s likely to play with you for a week or maybe even as long as a couple of months before he decides it’s no longer fun and just wants you to be his forever

Having some decency Kuro would attempt to ask you if you consented to being changed

If you said no or put up a fight he simply knock you out and do what needs to be done

If you agree you’re playing right into his sick little fantasy as he sees this as a sign that he’s completely tamed you now, both mentally and physically

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tantaliart · 3 years

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Hero, Doggo and Seer!!

Thanks for asking! I kinda went on a rant so I’ve put in under the cut so no one has to scroll too long.

I'd say that in combat, I really wanted to lean into that whole jack of all disciplines thing that Sparrow is supposed to embody in order to properly separate him from the other heroes.

He's learned to rapidly switch between all three disciplines and uses them to amplify eachother, and tends to carry around most weapon variations under his bulky overcoat (which is why in more recent drawings you will see him just Covered in belts and straps).

His go-to weapons are warhammers and crossbows, but he'll adapt to his situation with a katana or a pistol or cleaver or whatever else quite easily if the situation calls for it. This does come at the price of not mastering anything in particular, and so he's weaker at each individual weapon than if he'd trained specifically for it, but this method has its benefits.

Sparrow's dog was a mutt who was never quite named, as when he came to live with him Sparrow was still a paralyzed and incredibly emotionally distressed mute kid (as we all know). He never felt the need to name his fluffy companion because as they began to forge their lifelong bond, dog was just Dog.

Of course he would get his nicknames from the people around him as they went on, Hammer calling him all sorts of affectionate ones like Furface, Poochie and Fuzzybutt after chastising Sparrow for not naming the dog, and Reaver things like "Mangy mutt" and "Get it off me" (although Reaver would occasionally secretly pet Dog or feed him treats when no one was looking)

Dog was the hardest one to lose when Sparrow chose Sacrifice, as they had only had eachother for almost as long as Sparrow could remember. He never quite moved on from his death, but one day, 2 years into adventuring alone, a tiny fluffy bichon puppy began to follow him in the streets of Bloodstone, and wouldn't go away no matter how many times Sparrow shooed it. He didn't want to feel like he had replaced Dog.

It followed him into battle on the second day straight of following him, and attempted to fight alongside him. Sparrow scolded her after the battle, and ended up finally giving in and scooping the dog up into his undercoat with care. He named her Cobble because she looked gray like cobblestone, but upon washing her, he was embarrassed to realize she was actually bright white. His later companion, Naomie, thought it was hilarious, and the name stuck.

She ended up living a long life and being the childhood dog to Logan and Elisabeth!

This is what I like to imagine with Cobble and Sparrow:

Sparrow's relationship with Theresa growing up was quite distant. From the beginning she would disappear frequently, sometimes for months at a time doing unknown business, only staying in the camp for a day or two at a time. Theresa kept him fed and gave him a home in the camp, and taught him the basics to become a fierce warrior from the age of 9, and got him started on the most basics of reading. Due to this, Sparrow grew up almost completely alone, with Dog his only real friend.

However, he was still quite overly reliant on Theresa, and almost always followed her orders blindly and her guidance without question, making the time after he chose Sacrifice all the more painful. Theresa helped to harbor and cement his desire for revenge, and without that and without his dog and without her, he felt he truly had nothing.

This all being said, Sparrow never felt ill toward her, as her guardianship was all he ever really had, despite the disapproval from some of the adult dwellers he grew up alongside. Thanks for giving me a chance to go off >:)

#fable 2 #fable #asks #nightingaletrash #snufkin sparrow #hero of bower lake #text #image

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ofpackandpride · 4 years

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Subhuman CH1

Pairing: Isaac x Male Reader, Peter Hale x Son Reader Warnings: Blood, Mentioned Kidnapping, Injuries, mentioned Kate Argent Requested by @joegibson0

You were sitting in the passenger seat of Stiles’ jeep while Erica and Boyd were in the back, you grit your teeth and focusing on Stiles’ chatter as you were using his flannel as makeshift bandage for your bloody left arm. “Oh god, ok um. Oh that’s a lot of blood, oh god we gotta get you to a hospital.” You shake your head with groan while you press your head against the window and slide your gaze to Stiles. “Deaton’s. We need to hide out there, it’s our best bet.”

You can tell Stiles is debating by the way he grumbles and changes course while handing you his phone. “Fine, just so you know, I don’t like this.”

You smile at the human “I don’t like what I’m about to do but….Thank you, Stiles. It means a lot that you’re willing to help us, even after what we’ve done ” You see him glance at you before focusing on the road as his cheeks redden, you smile at that and look in the rearview at Erica and call out for her, pretending that your vision isn’t darkening around the edges by the second. “Erica, call Isaac. Tell him to meet us at Deaton’s, if he can find Scott have him come too.“

She complies immediately and pulls out her phone to call her fellow beta. "Isaac? Thank God, we need you to get Scott and go to Deaton’s…He’s with you? Great….It’s Y/N, he’s hurt pretty bad…Ok we’ll meet you there…What happened? well, Gerard got us, Stiles too, Stiles managed to get us out though.” At that point in the conversation you stop trying to stay strong and let yourself slump over, being held up by the seat belt as you fall into unconsciousness.

(Timeskip to Deaton’s)

You can hear before anything else, you hear the heartbeats around you and muffled talking, everything sounding as if you were underwater or had cotton in your ears. You listen for each person’s heartbeat in the room, Identifying Derek, the rest of his bitten, Scott and Stiles, Deaton and one unfamiliar heartbeat you can’t identify.

After a couple of attempts at opening your eyes, your body finally gets the message and allows you to be blinded by the lights above you as you open your eyes. You let out a little groan and close your eyes as you hear the rooms occupants shuffle around you and begin talking all at once. You close your eyes as you hear someone, who you think is Deaton, silence everyone.

After a couple seconds of silence you open your eyes once again, this time looking to the side to at least cut out a little light, and see Isaac giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes and Derek looking down at you worriedly from behind him.

It takes a little longer to identify the feeling of cold metal under you and that someone is holding your good hand, but only a glance to know it’s Isaac’s. Just like with opening your eyes it takes a few times before you manage to lightly squeeze Isaac’s hand, he looks down at your entwined hands and you hear him sniffle and look back at you with tears in his eyes. You barely manage to give him one more little squeeze and a small smile as you fall back asleep.

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The next time you gain consciousness, It was out of the middle of a nightmare, back in the basement being tortured and you’re screaming. Screaming to drown out Gerard, the words Gerard spoke and cries from your packmates.

What snapped you out of your nightmare were glowing red eyes and Derek’s face as he gave you commands with the Alpha voice “Y/N look at me! Look at me!” You nod and look into his eyes with tears running from yours as you hyperventilate while he comforts you.

“You’re safe here, Me and Peter are right here. Erica, Boyd and Isaac are downstairs talking about what happened with Scott and Stiles. If anyone tries to come in the alarm will go off, You’re safe here, got it?”

You nod and Derek grabs your face “Look at me Y/N! Y/N Elah! Say you’re safe here, Y/N. Say it.” You stutter it out between hiccups and sobs but he doesn’t let go “Again”

You repeat one more time as more tears fall down your face. “Say it until you believe it, Y/N. We’re all here, we aren’t letting anything happen to you. So say it again, one more time.”

This time, with steadier breath and tear stained cheeks, you look at Derek. You look into the red eyes of your Alpha and you do so with glowing yellow eyes as his beta. “I’m safe here. I’m safe with my pack, with my Alpha."

Derek looks almost proud when you say that and sits back, seeing how you are finally calming down. "You ok?" You give a quiet ‘yeah’ and nod, taking a minute to catch your breath.

After looking around the room and seeing a person in the corner, assumedly the person who helped Derek hold you down minutes ago, watching the two of you with arms crossed and almost curious expression.

You study the new face for a second then lay back, focusing back on Derek. "Can you explain the situation to me? Who he is,” You try to point to the person in the corner with your left hand and realize it’s in a sling, so you settle for motioning with your head as Derek glances in the direction you gestured. “My condition, status of the others and any advancements in the Kanima and Argent situations.”

Derek sighs and waves a hand in the direction of the man in the corner. “That’s my Uncle Peter, He’s…part of our pack.” Derek explains with slight hesitancy at the way your eyebrows furrow at his name, causing Peter to jump in as you give him a wary look.

“Look, my Nephew may not be too good at explaining things” Derek let out a little growl at that and Peter smiles at him innocently.“So I’ll explain. Your friends are fine, Your arm is severely damaged and will most likely require some form of proper medical care for it to heal right and to be functional again. As you know, Jackson is Kanima and is currently being controlled by Gerard after Matt’s death. The Argents on the other hand….We’re working on that right now.” Peter sums up while Derek still has that guarded look on his face as he looks back at you, getting ready for whatever your reaction may be. You hum in reply to Peter’s explanation of the transpired events, looking at your arm and then Derek. “Let the others know I’m awake and I’m fine, just going to rest a bit before I start moving around. Peter, stay here, I’d like to talk.” Derek looks at you like he wants to object but nods and walks out of the room with a quick look at you before he walks out fully. Peter on the other hand looks amused, leaning against the wall. “I see my nephew made at least one good choice when picking people to turn for his pack, You are handling this very well for a newly bitten” Peter has a smug yet inquisitive look as he talks, even though the way he is speaking is like a mix of complimenting and talking down to, you but you ignore it and look back at him with a look of poise. “Besides the nightmares I’ll likely have in response to the physical trauma I went through I should be fine, dreams are the mind’s way of having you practice scenarios that you are scared of or are stressful in an attempt to condition you to react logically and not emotionally. That is how I plan on approaching this situation, logically and not emotionally. Letting your emotions get the best of you as a human can be fatal, as a werewolf even more so. We need to look at this from every angle and seek the appropriate response to any countermeasures Gerard may have for us.” Peter watches you with a cold judgement as you speak unflinchingly under his gaze. “I think one of our best approaches to the situation is to play the fact Gerard thinks that the only on Derek’s side is Isaac and Scott. If he thinks I’m out of commision and that Erica and Boyd have abandoned the pack then it would be in our best interest to have us lie low until we confront him. With our weakened states we are going to need to take a more stealthy and strategic approach, which is why I wanted to talk, Derek has a very frontal and aggressive approach to things as do his bitten excluding me. With that in mind I say we let Derek go in fangs bared like he wants with Isaac and Scott, you and Boys hide and prepare for an ambush and Erica and I wait further ahead and come in from the back to flank once the battle starts.” You pause and look at Peter as he comes off the wall and sits on the end of the bed you’re in. “Well look at our little strategist here, I do agree that my nephew tends to have a very…aggressive approach to things, but why have Erica and Boyd with us if they can fight?” You smile at him confidently from the way he says that, almost like he’s testing you to see if you match his expectations. “Excellent question, I could launch into a large explanation but there’s mainly two reasons. The first being we are both weaker than what we would be at normally and having one of the betas with us is good in case of any trouble that might appear, they can fight while the other calls for backup. The second being they are still inexperienced, they won’t stop to think if it’s a fight they can win, we need to be there to direct them and tell them when they need to fight for need to run.”

Peter seems satisfied with the answer and smiles as he stands up with glowing steel blue eyes that stare down at you. “You know, if I was an Alpha still, I would have liked you to be in my pack” You allow your eyes to glow their bright yellow as you stare back “Well, Peter, I enjoyed our little tête-à-tête. Do stop by when you so please.” You say as he begins to walk out of the room. “And do inform our Alpha of our devised plan, will you?” You don’t miss the purred out ‘Of course’ he gives before he fully exits. With your head on surprisingly soft pillows you close your eyes and pull up the covers with your good arm to get situated. ‘Peter Hale… Just like with Derek, that weird feeling came back. That couldn’t be a werewolf thing could it? It happened before I got bit, but only with Derek…wait Derek said that’s his uncle so they are related. That might explain why I felt it for both of them, but why not with anyone else?’ You pause your thoughts as Stiles walks into the room with Erica in tow.

You are slightly concerned by the look the two share before they sit on each side of you, “What? What’s wrong?”

Erica purses her lips and looks at Stiles, he sighs and doesn’t hold back asking questions while Erica holds your good hand. “You know you’re adopted right?” You give Stiles a funny look when he asks that, “Yeah, of course. What about it?” He responds instantly with “Do you know who your biological parents are?” Pausing a second you think about it. “No, everyone always dodged the question when I would ask, I only ever heard a few things regarding them, why?” Stiles gives you a nod and continues “What about why you were put up?” You raise your eyebrow at the insensitivity “My parents, err, biological at least, were killed. Right?” “Yeah, do you know how?” Now your eyebrows furrow at this little game he’s playing “…How?” “They were killed, someone set the house on fire.” You don’t bother voicing ‘Like Derek’s’ thought that runs through your head “What? Did they find out who started it?” “Yeah…Yeah, it was Kate. Kate Argent.” You did not like where this was going “The person who killed Derek’s family?” Stiles rolls his eyes at you, causing you to huff “Did you ever notice your last name?” Now you are confused. “What do you mean? It’s my name.” Now he is standing.“Elah…That seriously means nothing to you?” And now he’s flailing “E-L-A-H. Got it? Now spell it backwards.” he smacks his hand with each letter he spells. You glare at him but humor him anyway “H-A-L-E what do you…Hale… it spells Hale.” You piece together all of the information Stiles gave you. “So I’m a Hale…now that weird déjà vu feeling I had when I met them makes sense…” Erica speaks up for the first time since they came in. “I went through my dad’s emails, like I did for Jackson, and after Stiles did a little more digging…” She trails off and Stiles says the rest for her. “We found out who your father is.” You assume your eyes glow from the way that Stiles backed up hurriedly as Erica’s eyes glow “Tell me, Please tell me who my father is.” You beg them as they glance at each other before a sound at the door grabs the three all of your attention, causing Stiles to back away and Erica to pull her claws out. “If Stiles is right about all of this…That would be me.” Peter Hale says with a smirk, leaning in the doorway. “And I think we’re over due on some quality father/son bonding.”

#peter hale x male reader #isaac lahey x male reader #teen wolf x male reader #teen wolf x male!reader #teen wolf #x male reader #x son reader #peter hale x son reader

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violet-witch-6 · 4 years

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Extra scene for “The Third Robin” that got cut for redundancy and pacing, can be read standalone

When one spends an extended amount of time with Batman, one learns to be comfortable with long silences.

Tim knows through second hand anecdotes and one very memorable security tape that Babs sent him in his ‘welcome to the Batfamily’ gift-basket (read: survival kit) that Dick filled the silences with a non-stop stream of chatter, sometimes holding entire conversations without B ever saying a word.

Jason preferred to fill the silences with music. Loud rock n’ roll beats usually, but every once in a while he’d throw in something unexpected. British punk, Taylor Swift, Musicals… Jason was nothing if not spontaneous.

Tim doesn’t use either of these tactics. Frankly, he prefers the silence. It helps him think just as much as it helps Bruce. And anyway, words are extraneous. Who needs small talk when their time would be better utilized thinking over the case separately so that their thought process’ can remain uncontaminated until they pool ideas later in the cave?

Besides, Tim has found that it breeds a specific kind of closeness to just be able to sit in silence with someone without it being awkward. An understanding and vulnerability that comes from immersing yourself in your thoughts in the presence of another person.

And anyway, words have always been Tim’s weapons. He shouldn’t need those with someone he’s close to. Or, that’s the idea anyway.

Tonight is different. Tonight they are not silent because of their mutual understanding and respect for one another’s thoughts, but because Tim is busy willing the Batmobile to drive faster so he can get away from Bruce and into someplace more private.

Once he gets there, he’s not sure what he’ll do. Shut down probably. It’s how he usually handles his emotions.

They pull into the cave and Tim all but jumps from the car, making quick strides to get to his station at the computer so he can type up his report before Bruce gets any stupid ideas like talking about it. Not that Tim expects the old man to ever acknowledge what happened.

He’s not even sure what Bruce would say about it that wouldn’t sound hollow and cheap.

So he speeds through his report in record time and nearly falls on his face because he’s moving too fast in the shower. When he’s finally in civies again and ready to go, he pauses behind the computer chair where Bruce is still hunched over his own report, moving almost comically slowly in contrast to Tim’s breakneck speed.

Tim clears his throat. “I’m going to head out. I’ll see you tomorrow night Bruce.”

He turns on his heel to leave, but at the last second Bruce’s voice stops him. “Wait.”

He considers leaving anyway, but he’s not quite willing to disobey Bruce over something so simple. He doesn’t like doing things in half measures, and his teenage rebellion, if and when it comes, will be no exception. “Yes?”

Bruce hesitates, possibly considering retreat, but in the end, he barrels forward with all his usual social ineptitude. “About what happened—”

“Slip of the tongue.” Tim cuts him off smoothly, stopping what would have been an awkward and emotionally stunted moment.

What he wants to do is scream because Bruce called him Jason. What he wants to do is ask if he’s still not good enough even after he’s proven himself time and again through his detective work. What he wants to do is rage at Bruce for saying out loud what Tim already knew was true.

He’s a placeholder. A prescription balm that Bruce is using to soothe the pain of losing Jason. He’s not Robin. Not in the ways that count, because he’s not Bruce’s son. His parents are still alive and well, wherever the hell they are.

But he can’t yell or get angry because this is what he signed up for. He went in knowing he’d be the third in a line of many, little more than an inconsequential blip in the history of Gotham’s vigilantes, but he’d screwed up and gotten himself attached. Between the success he’s had as a detective and Bruce’s slowly but steadily warming nature, Tim had just started to believe maybe they were more than partners forced on each other.

You’d think he’d be used to disappointments by now, but they never seem to stop hurting.

Bruce twists around in his chair to finally look at Tim, his brows drawn together in a tight frown. “Tim—“

“It’s not your fault.” Tim smiles at him to show he means it, but it doesn’t come out right. He’s gotten so used to his smiles being at least an approximation of real that the perfect display of teeth Janet drilled into his head feels disjointed and wrong. “We’re both tired. It’s probably best if I just go home to get some rest and we forget about the whole thing. Goodnight, Bruce.”

He’s gone before Bruce can reply.

Alfred, however, has faster reflexes. “Before you go Master Timothy, I made a lovely rhubarb pie. I insist you take some home with you.” Tim hesitates. He made it out of the cave and still wants to complete his desperate flee from the manor, but Alfred hasn’t done anything wrong, and Tim just doesn’t have it in him to refuse the old butler.

He’ll make it quick. “Okay, sure.” He allows Alfred to silently lead him to the kitchen, trying not to look like the skittish puppy he is.

Alfred pulls out an already packaged pie for Tim to take, but when Tim grabs it, he doesn’t let go. “There is something I wished to discuss with you.”

He should have known it was a trap. A sweet, delicious trap. “Yes Alfred?” Tim asks tiredly, suddenly missing his bed very dearly.

“I fear Master Bruce has behaved rather thoughtlessly this evening and I want to ensure you are alright.”

It takes a moment for the words to register. Alfred is… checking on him. Strange. Tim swallows past the marble in his throat to reply, “I really am fine. I know he doesn’t… he’s in pain. I can take it.” This time his smile is a little more convincing, if a little wetter.

Alfred looks at him sadly. “If you can take it is not the issue. The issue is that you should not have to.”

It shouldn’t be a miraculous statement, and there is no reason Alfred’s sympathetic words should rock Tim’s whole world view, but of all the things that have happened in Tim’s life, the good and the bad, whether or not he deserves them has never even crossed his mind.

He’s never viewed himself as a victim, or even a child. His suffering just hasn’t been as important as everyone else’s. He’s never thought that was a strange viewpoint until this moment.

For once, Tim’s expression gives away everything that’s happening in his head, and Alfred reads it like a book. “You don’t deserve to live in his shadow. You deserve to be seen as your own person.”

“Am I my own person?” he blurts, like a toddler grasping for any reassurance no matter how baseless. He hates sounding like that, but the dam has been broken and Tim couldn’t stop now if he tried. “I don’t feel like I am. I feel like a jigsaw puzzle held together by sheer force of will and luck that’s going to run out someday. My pieces aren’t mine. I’m not me. I’m… I’m a byproduct of all their sins. Mother’s, father’s, Bruce’s, even Dick and Jason’s. Alfred, I can’t tell what’s me and what’s a reflection. I’m—” He can’t breathe. His lungs ache like he hasn’t had air in several minutes. The panic in his voice has been building and now it’s breaking over him like a tidal wave that’s threatening to wash him away.

Alfred’s eyes are watery with sympathetic pain and the pie lays forgotten on the counter. He reaches out like he might touch Tim or hug him, but Tim flinches violently away.

“I’m s-sorry.” He stutters, eyes wide and horrified at his own involuntary response.

Alfred just shakes his head. “It is I who must apologize. I am sorry for this pain.”

Despite the shakiness he feels in his very core, Tim snorts. “It’s not your fault.”

“Perhaps not, but someone must apologize for what has been done to you.”

Tim freezes. The watery edge of his panic is turning sharp and dangerous. “No, it’s my fault. I’m the one who did this.”

For a moment, Alfred just looks at him. He doesn’t rush to tell Tim he’s wrong—even if his expression makes his feelings clear enough—he just looks at him. “You are stronger than anyone gives you credit for, Master Timothy, but strength has limits. I beg of you not to test them.”

Tim can only nod, glassy eyes reflecting the warm kitchen lights. He desperately needs out and away from this conversation, but at the same time he wants nothing more than to stay, and let the rest of what he’s been feeling break free. He can’t do that though because he’s scared if he does, he’ll never be able to put it all away again.

At length, he croaks, “Thank you,” as sincerely as he can with a voice that sounds weaker and rougher than he’s comfortable with. The words can’t possibly express his gratitude for Alfred in this moment, but he doesn’t know how else to show it.

To Tim’s eternal relief, Alfred doesn’t comment. He only hands Tim the pie, and lets him go.

#cutting this scene physically hurt me #but it had to be done #angst #ficlet #tim drake #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #batfam feels #hurt with a little comfort #as a treat #broken bird’s club #the third robin

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axther · 4 years

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For CH/JJBA Basic info: straight female, 5'4, Scorpio! If it matters my mbdi is debater, which I think is accurate. I'm a bit curvy/soft and I have really long wavy hair and glasses. Now for fun stuff! I'm a split between being very hyperactive (almost like a puppy lmao) or very quiet (not shy, but more indifferent. I've been told I'm intimidating) I'm into polyrelationships so the more boys the merrier. I like hiking and sports when I'm with people but don't do it by myself cause it's boring. 1

HERE’S UR FOOD QUEEN. also tumblr got me fucked up w no CH gifs :(

Cute Earth High Defense Club Love (Season One) V1

#1 is…Atsushi!

He’s the most normal out of all the characters, to be honest

When he sees you, it’s nothing spectacularity radiant, per se

There’s a pretty girl in his school! cool!

The strangest part is that it’s an all-boys school, so naturally, he’s confused

Through a series of plot shenanigans, you’re there as an exchange student

And he’s been told he has to help you get settled!!

He introduces you to the Earth Defense Club, and slowly you two grow acclimated with each other

While you’re friendly to everyone else, there’s something different between you and him

It’s chemistry, and even Ryuu wouldn’t dare poke it

One afternoon, someone asks you out via love letter, all the extra stuff

And you turn them down as politely as you can

But thanks to the indifference, the boy gets offended

He turns into a letter-shaped monster, and the Battle Lovers have to step in

Atsushi is both appalled and terrified

Did the monster hurt you??

Why did the monster appear around you?

Was it something to do with you?

He spends half of the battle just covering you

And once the monster starts spewing slander, Atsushi is having none of it.

Whatever the monster says, Atsushi refutes, defending you until the rest of the battle is at a standstill and he’s just bickering with the monster.

Eventually, Atsushi practically makes the monster choke on respect women juice, and on behalf of the passed out student, Atsushi begins apologising non-stop to you

You’re confused as hell

The internet-famous Battle Lovers know you??

All you can see is the blurred out faces, and the blue one, the self-declared Piercing Prince, Epinard, seems to be constantly hanging over you

And honestly

He’s a cutie

This results in a sailor moon-esque situation

Where you have a crush on Epinard, Atsushi has a crush on you, and he’s miserable upon realising what he’s done

Does he reveal that he’s Epinard???

Honestly, probably not on purpose

I can absolutely see them talking about it and he’s like ‘do i always have to yell out im Epindard’ and he turns and sees you

And you’re like ‘????? excuse me???’

Which results in more shenanigans

#2 is…Yumoto!

babey boye

He falls for the flirting every time

He reciprocates as best as he can, but for the most part, it’s just him being soft

He hugs you so much omfg

It gives Wombat a break, and though you don’t know he’s a talking wombat, he’s all for you being there

What’s interesting is that he’s telling everyone he’s gonna marry you

And since most of the ppl in the school are bros, no one’s told you

Which gets awkward

Because he’s 200% told you that he loves you

But you take it as ‘:D! I love platonic love between my Friends! :D!’

So it becomes a Situation that everyone gets second-hand embarrassment from

Yumoto has told his brother that he’s gonna marry you and you’d be the bathhouse’s Okami

But you’re thrown for a loop when Gora asks you when you and Yumoto started dating

And you’re like ‘??????’

This results in a brief but stern conversation between Gora and Yumoto

And Yumoto feels guilty, of course

But you’re so sweet! And you flirt with him!! Doesn’t that mean you like him??

It’s a bit of a wakeup call, but he’s still only got two brain cells

You gotta cut him some slack

For about a day, he chills out, though he’s melancholy

After that he’s back to being oblivious and sweet

#3 is…Kinshiro!

Did someone say ‘emotionally constipated teenager who’s in a rivalry with his childhood best friend for the girl they like but he has no idea how to approach her due to the fact stated above (he is emotionally constipated)’???

no????

Ok that’s valid

But you want a polyamorous relationship???

He and Atsushi are gonna be your best bet.

This boye is completely lost when it comes to wooing you

He thinks you’re graceful in a quiet sense

And while you’re a flirt and a meme lord, you’re also yourself

Ibushi notices almost off the bat

And he’s like ‘my guy, my dude...my cousin??? Fr???’

Kinshiro is crazy confused and embarrassed

He’s always considered himself to have tunnel vision

But then you pass by and he gets a whiff of your shampoo and

Oh no

he gets kinda lightheaded and blushy but wipes it away fast

Whenever you pop by to say hi to Ibushi he completely freezes

Like he just stops moving altogether

It’s something you, Ibushi, and Akoya have noticed

Y’all exchange glances every time he freezes while sipping tea

The MOMENT he realises you like Epinard he gets lowkey pissed

Do you seriously like that barbaric, stupid Battle Lover??

He’s like ‘I’m elite, graceful, rich. I’m the better choice :(‘

Make him drink just a bit of respect women juice

But he’ll be very, very soft for you

And after he finds out about Atsushi being Epinard and Atsushi likes you??

Well, it’s two birds with one stone

He’ll do his best to hint that he likes you, but Akoya and Ibushi have to help him along

Especially Ibushi, since he’s your cousin

Get ready for a flood of thoughtful but expensive gifts

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure V2

(Note: If you want a poly relationship, all three of these lads have convenient best friends...👀)

#1 is…Josuke!!

Mans is a himbo (refer to chat)

Sure he’s got like, one brain cell, but it’s dedicated to you!!

He’s a bit of a flirt, too, so be ready to fend off the fangirls

Since fangirls in the 90’s were chiller than ones in, say, the 80’s, they mostly respect that he’s got a girlfriend

But the moment one of them tries to hurt a hair on your head, it’s game over

Now

The thing about it is that you get shy

But your shy is looking scary as hell

So all they see is a glare that would make the devil run, and they bail

Josuke relates to your fear of bugs!!

He’s not fond of turtles, so you guys can have each other’s back!!

If you want to draw him something, he can and will frame it in the best frame he can convince Joseph to buy

Is it gold foil?? Maybe

Before y’all get together, he pines like no other

He’ll start frequenting places you go to just because he wants to see you

And he doesn’t think it’s creepy but gets worried that you will

But he thinks you’re incredible

It’s something makes him short circuit a bit

You: :)

Josuke: Now Playing: Beautiful Girl (Alternate Version) [Tempo Track] - Jimmie Thompson, Gene Kelly & Lennie Hayton (Singin’ In The Rain) (1952)

#2 is…Johnny!

Southern boye drank his respect women juice after he got shot

And once he sees you???

He CHUGS it

First off this is like the late 1880’s so anyone who bathes is probably stellar

So he, too, has the Joestar Blessing of having Beautiful Girl play on repeat

But as soon as you start flirting???

He’s GONE

I mean this in the most literal sense

He’s a good Christian boye (theoretically)

So once you talk about dating him he flushes bright red

He’s aware that you’re just flirting, but oh hmmm

He starts crushing fast

Plus if you don’t judge him or think he’s weaker for being in a wheelchair?

Give him a second he’s trying to find a ring

He might be in a wheelchair but he’s in no way inadequate, if you get what I mean 👀

(who am I kidding, of course you do)

Considering that memes weren’t much of the thing in the 1800’s if you find some, he probably wouldn’t understand them

But he does enjoy when you play the piano

But let’s say there’s a stand attack

And you just bust out knives???

instant boner

#3 is… Joseph!

Flirt, but times two

Y’all make anyone blush

No one’s safe

And with each other??

It can get foul, fast

Does Lisa Lisa step in??

No, not really

She’s not gonna interfere at Joseph’s chances of getting laid

Plus she approves so!!

Catch him trying to flex while you’re around

Be it him trying to beat Cesar’s ass (and failing) or literally flexing, he wants to impress you

And while he knows that you’re a flirt for the sake of being one, he also gets a bit nervous when you flirt with others

Especially if he hasn’t confessed, actually confessed, yet

Plus, he’s got a special arm 👀

Y’all know what’s up

@matchupdomain @peeshposheddie

#matchups #matchup #cute earth high defense club love x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader

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its-bits-and-pieces · 4 years

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Fight the World 1

– What's this event about? The shadow of a woman asked, quietly, turning her head slightly towards the shadow standing next to her on the bench facing the museum.

– I've no idea. Why? Thinking to attend? Answered her friend, a smile being detectible in his voice.

A short huff, something between amusement and annoyance left her lips before responding – No, I'm not dressed for the occasion, plus what's the point to attend an event that might not even interest me.

– I assumed that any event that takes place in a museum would interest you, he replied laughing quietly.

– That's why you proposed this place for the meet up, a subtle manipulation to make me more lenient? The woman asked jokingly.

There was no answer; both looked at the people entering the museum, studying their elegant clothes and mannerisms. The man got up from the bench, he bent down and picked a bag from the ground and cleared his throat before speaking.

– Well, I think it's time for me to go. Thank you for your help, you got me out of a tight spot ... again!

– Don't mention it, that's what friends are for, and ... anyway you owe me two favours now, she answered and smiled at him.

He looked down at her, smiling back – you know, you've got that kind of innocent smile, probably the dimples in your cheeks, he added more to himself making a short break in his speech ... you can fool a lot of people with it, I was one of those fooled in the past, but now that I know you better I can see that mischievous and sometimes wicked side of you in your eyes and that's why I knew you'll come to collect sometimes in the future.

Her smile widened, the corner of her hazel eyes crinkling – Only if necessary, maybe I'll never need your help in the future so I won't come to collect, I'm not as bad as you make me to be!

The man let out a short laugh starting to leave – Hmmm, you have potential either way, to be worse or better, all depends on your mood, isn't it!?

She remained on the bench looking at the empty square in front of the museum, all the guests were already inside, enjoying the event that was taking place; she felt an urge to attend too, "Maybe he was right, an event in a museum is just enough to pick my interest. Too bad I didn't pack a dress for this trip." The useless and unimportant ramblings of her mind were interrupted by the screams of people flooding out of the museum.

The calm night has become loud and agitated in a few moments, the screams of people running out of the museum were covering the beautiful music that was heard before from inside. The woman got up from the bench but still waited on the side, she wanted to figure out what was the cause of the sudden terror that took over the attendees to that event, she was never one to react impulsively in a dangerous situation, not when she wasn’t emotionally involved anyway, and she clearly didn’t care much for this people, she didn’t know any of them.

Waiting to figure out what caused the mayhem, she saw a tall man with dark hair coming out from the museum. He looked imposing and had a calm demeanour, in fact that was the reason he caught her eye, he was the only calm person in the madness that was taking place in front of him. Keeping her eyes trained on him she saw the way his clothing changed from a black, elegant suit to something else, resembling some kind of leather armour, a horned helmet appeared on his head and the cane he held in his hand transformed in some kind of sceptre with a glowing blue stone fitted in.

She was certain now that this man was the main reason for the insanity that started so abruptly and that he was either a mutant or a sorcerer, or maybe something else entirely that she has never encountered before.

She kept herself in the shadows waiting to see how the situation progressed, making some plans for intervening if case may be.

– Kneel before me! the man ordered, but to no response from the crowd that ignored him and kept scrambling around, trying to reach safety.

All of a sudden the man duplicated himself, appearing in multiple places in the square stopping the fleeing people, trapping them in a field of terror. When the people stopped running the original of the chaos creator boomed over all of them:

– I said. KNEEL!!!

The crowed stopped its frantic movements and the people one by one kneeled, shocked and scared.

This response pleased the crazy man, he smiled opening his arms wide, in a royal and encompassing gesture.

– Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state? It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel.

The woman observed the crowd and spotted an old man who was getting ready to stand against the would be ruler. Realising that things will get worse, maybe even deadly, she decided that it was time to intervene. She started towards this arrogant man, who had the galls to make such daring claims, passing through the kneeling people. The golden and green clad man saw her approaching, how could he not, she was the only one up on her feet, not bowing her head to him. He squinted his eyes at her, trying to asses her, intrigued by her smile, that seemed so out of place in a crowed of scared faces. She clearly was not part of the group of people that attended the ceremony, she was wearing dark, ripped jeans and a leather jacket that looked like it has seen better days. Her hair, even though it was arranged in a braid starting on the top of her head, wasn't an elegant up do, nor were her shoes appropriate for the occasion, no one would wear army style boots for that kind of event.

– Apparently I wasn't heard in the back, he commented looking her right in her eyes, KNEEL, he added shouting, his voice making the rest of the people flinch.

She kept approaching him, stopping two meters from him. Smiling wider and slightly raising her shoulders she responded – Sorry, sir, I don't know you and you haven't bought me dinner, either, so I would say there will be no kneeling tonight.

For a short second the man was stumped, he definitely didn't expect that kind of response, who in the Nine Realms flirts with someone who's threatening them, but he recovered quickly, anger filling his chest. He pointed his sceptre towards this daring and foolish woman, but he didn't have time to use it, a strong electrical beam hit him square in the chest and sent him on his back.

He got up instantly staring at the woman, not being able to believe that she was the source of that electrical blast, she didn't appear alongside the other powerful beings that he has researched on this planet, that he planned around when he came here with his mission. Now his interest was definitely picked, he didn't want to kill her anymore, he wanted to add her to his army, because if she wasn't part of the team SHIELD would assemble against him she was most likely a rogue maybe even an enemy of SHIELD.

She hit him again with another electrical charge sending him further behind, trying to drive him away from the rest of the people.

– Run, you fools, what are you waiting for, a formal invite towards safety? She screamed at the stunned people who were still petrified in a kneeling position. Her words registered in a few seconds and the people started running with new found vigour and survival instinct kicked to the max.

The square emptied, leaving the two combatants alone in a stare battle. The horned man didn't wait for her to attack again, even though her blasts were not deadly, they were certainly painful. He jumped towards her, swinging his sceptre, trying to knock her of her feet, but she jumped over his swishing staff in a forward motion; she grabbed his shoulders, making a hand stand on them, her body turned in the air and then landed behind him. Even though he caught on fast on her movement and turned again to face her, he didn't have time to stop her kick to his chest. Fortunately for him, her kick was weaker than her blasts, he felt it more like a slight push.

She cocked her head sideways, like a puppy that was trying to figure something out, she was surprised by his strength, that kind of kick should have sent him a few steps back, and to think that she was holding back with her electrical hits, not to kill him.

The man took advantage of her state of surprise and grabbed her by the neck, slamming her to a wall of the fountain from the square. – Pathetic, trying to fight a god, pathetic human, he whispered his face close to hers – but you will be of help and under my command, he added placing the sceptre on her chest. Her eyes changed their colour momentarily, but then turned back to their original hazel hue. One corner of her lips raised in a lopsided smile.

– That's not going to work on me, sir. Mind control is something I'm immune at, so if you want any chance to have me under your command you'll have to persuade me with reason or bribery, I respond to both! But I have to let you know that I am kind of stubborn and not easily bought. She felt satisfaction seeing the bewilderment on his face and took advantage for stumping him the second time tonight and hit him with a stronger beam of electricity, sending him on the pavement.

Even though he was angrier now, his sceptre failing him, he still wanted to subjugate her to him and get her to be under his control. Getting back up, he decided to get her unconscious and find a way in her mind; maybe like that her mental walls would be penetrable.

He produced a knife out and pounced at her, she impeded his attack, blocking his arm with hers, but she wasn't fast enough this time. He managed to swipe her feet from under her with his long leg, sending her on her back. Falling she pulled him down with her, for a short moment thinking that she'll succeed to overpower him, but he was so much stronger than her and ready for the fall so he managed to keep on top, without giving way to her pull to the side in a try to get him on his back.

Pinning her to the ground with his body, he stabbed the knife he was still holding through her left shoulder, right under her clavicle. A grunt of pain left her mouth, making him smile. He was getting ready to get the knife out and hit her head with the pommel, when something hit him hard, sending him on his side a few steps away from her.

Looking back up to see who attacked him he recognised the soldier. Captain America headed towards the woman that was standing up pulling out the knife from her shoulder. – Are you ok? He asked her, kindness and worry in his tone of voice.

– Yeah, no need to fret. She responded, getting the knife out from her shoulder and hiding it in the side of her boots.

The two men fought on the side, not paying attention to the woman who got up shakily. It wasn’t the stabbing that weakened her but the use of electricity, also fighting against the powerful mind control that was attempted on her. Her powers, as great as they were, came with a catch, more powerful the electrical blast she would use, more pain she felt in her whole body. Theoretically she could produce such an electrical charge to light up a big city, but she assumed that might actually kill her.

Steadying herself she threw a quick glance to the soldier and the psychopath fighting and deciding that they were distracted by each other, she got ready to leave the scene. She knew Captain America was working with SHIELD and SHIELD she was trying to avoid; unfortunately her departure was brought to an abrupt stop when a jet appeared with a gun pointed at all three of them.

A woman’s voice sounded in the night: Loki, drop the weapon and stand down!

#avangers #loki #thor #tony stark #natasha romanov #captain america #hulk #oc #story about a woman who decides to fight the world after meeting Loki

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mysticwhore · 5 years

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Heavenly, Part Four

Dark!Steve x Reader

Notes: Notes: I actually hoped to get this done last night, but I fell asleep at my computer. I'll start working on part five tomorrow since I'm pretty much free on Mondays. If you guys have any suggestions for new fics or directions this fic should go, let me know! I do have a loose outline for this fic, but nothing is set in stone. I'm open to all ideas:) If you like my writing, make sure to follow me! All of my works will be on there, and if I create enough content, I'll start a Masterlist. I hope you guys enjoy and have a wonderful day or night.

Warnings: Some cursing, but nothing too major. L-bombs.

Word Count: 2,430

You couldn’t tell if you were dreaming or not.

You remember flipping the switch inside Steve and turning him into a different person. You remember him forcing you to go to the bar with him, and the tips of his fingers pressing against your cunt. You remember rushing to the bathroom, the sharp pinch in your neck, and his blue eyes.

Then nothing.

And still nothing; there was fabric over your eyes, and when you tried to move your hands to remove it, you found your wrists were bound as well.

Your wrists were pulled above your head and bound together, but your ankles were spread apart, and you could only slightly bend your knees before your chains rattled.

You could tell that the surface you lied on was a bed; the comforter was soft against your skin and smelled faintly of laundry detergent. The air around you was cold, but you could tell you were still clothed when you could only feel the chill on your arms and face.

At the sound of soft footsteps, you froze. It had to be Steve; who else could it be?

You could hear him get closer, but when he seemed to be right in front of the bed, he stopped. You sucked in a shallow breath as you waited for his next move.

Calloused hands gently grasped your face, and you tried to flinch away; all you ended up doing was pressing your cheek into his palm. He pulled the blindfold off, but you didn't open your eyes. You didn't want to look at him.

He didn't say anything as he sat on the side of the bed as he began to work on releasing your ankles, and then your hands. He grabbed your right arm and placed it by your side. He repeated the same action with your left but instead of placing it at your side, he intertwined your fingers with his.

He stroked your cheek with his thumb, before drifting down to your bottom lip. He gently tugged it down before releasing it and sitting back up.

"Please look at me, sweetheart."

You didn't want. God, you didn't want to, but even though the fog that still clouded your brain, you didn't want to bring out the Steve that you saw at the library.

Hesitantly, you opened your eyes, but groaned and shut them again. your head ached, and the light was blinding. You attempted to open them again and your eyes had an easier time adjusting than last time. You met his deep blue eyes, which looked back at you with so much adoration that it made your stomach twist.

"There they are; I was beginning to miss your pretty eyes." He didn't give you any heads-up before he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you into his lap.

You squeaked and almost threw your arms around him to keep your balanced, but you reframed; you wanted to get as far away from the man as possible, not drag him closer.

"Are you cold? Your arms are freezing." Steve pulled you into his chest, and as much as you hated to admit it, you couldn't deny how warm he was and how heavenly he smelled.

No! Don't think like that! He fucking kidnapped you, and you're worried about how good he smelled? Fight back!

You planted your palms against his chest and shoved as hard as you could. Of course, he didn't budge, but that didn't stop you. His arms tightened around you as you thrashed around in his gasp.

"Baby, calm down. I know you're scared, but it's just me. You're safe."

His words did nothing to comfort you; if anything, they ignited the growing flame inside you.

"Fucking let go of me, you fucking piece of shit! You're insane! You fucking kidnapped me!"

You heard Steve curse under his breath, and there was another sharp pinch at your neck.

The more you struggled and screamed at him, the weaker you became physically and emotionally; the fog from earlier was returning full force, and it was no doubt from whatever drug Steve injected into you. You ugly-sobbed into his shirt, and your hands pounding against his chest ceased. You didn't care if you were getting snot all over him; he would have to deal with it.

Steve cooed softly at you as he rubbed a hand soothingly up and down your back. He rested his cheek against the crown of your head as he whispered sweet nothings to you.

"It's okay, baby girl. Let it out. I'm right here."

Your wails didn't stop, but they did decrease into quiet sniffles as Steve began to rock you back and forth. A part of your brain was screaming at you to keep fighting, that it's wrong that he kidnapped you, and the fact that he was rocking you like a fussy toddler was extremely creepy. The other part of you wanted to savor the comfort he was providing you. He was holding you so gently and sweetly, and you're too tired to care about how fucked up the situation was. His warmth was lulling you to sleep.

You couldn't fight anymore; your struggles and cries stopped, and Steve chuckled.

"Are you sleepy, baby?"

You couldn't say anything or nod- you couldn't even keep your eyes open for a second. You felt Steve cup your cheek and tilt your head back.

Before you fell completely into the dark, you could feel something press against your lips. You blacked out.

When you can to, you were warm. Too warm, in fact. Whatever was wrapped around you was practically a heater.

Something brushed against your hair, and then again. You shifted, and the movement stopped. You realized it was a hand that was stroking your scalp when it drifted to your cheek, and your head was gently angled upward. Your eyes fluttered open, and they met Steve's for the second time since you've been there.

Wherever there was.

"How do you feel?"

Your brows furrowed. Why did he care about how you were feeling?

Steve noted your expression, and his face soured a bit. "You don't think I care, do you."

It wasn't a question, and if you weren't still waking up, you would have been worried about how you respond, but your body was still recovering from the drug in your system.

You blinked, but even doing that felt sluggish. You were tempted to close your eyes and go back to sleep, but you decided against it when his eyes became cold.

"Thirsty," you whispered, and if you were completely conscious, you would have been surprised Steve heard you, but all he did was roll onto his back and reach over to a nightstand. He grabbed the bottle of water before turning back to you.

He pulled you onto his chest and sat up. You closed your eyes and basked in his warmth when you felt the neck of the bottle being pressed to your lips. You didn't hesitate to start guzzling down the water, and you felt Steve's chest vibrate against your back.

You took too big of a gulp and sputtered as it went down the wrong pipe. Steve pulled the bottle away and gently clapped his hand against your back.

After your coughing ceased, your brain finally ripped itself out of the fog and assessed the situation you were in.

Steve had drugged you, taken you to God knows where and with unknown intentions, and drugged you again. You needed to get out, you needed to get away from him.

Your hands started to shake as you pulled your knees to your chest.

What was he going to do to you?

Bulky arms wrapped around your frame, and large hands circled over your own. Steve pulled you back to his chest and spread his legs so you could be pressed even closer to him.

"No, no, baby girl. You're getting stuck in your head. We can't have that, okay? You need to talk to me. We don't want a repeat of earlier."

You were almost hysterical, but the idea of being drugged again chilled you to your core, and you stopped. Your body stiffened as he praised you.

"Now that's a good girl. Take a deep breath, and let it out. Do it with me."

You didn't with the first two breaths but joined in when his legs tightened around you. After three breaths, Steve praised you again.

"See? That wasn't bad at all, was it?"

You barely shook your head, but he didn't seem to notice as he rubbed your arms.

"Back to my question; how are you feeling?"

You hesitated but answered after he let out a loud, annoyed sigh. "Scared. Confused."

Steve's hand stopped and your heart skipped a beat. You should have lied; you've made him upset. But if you had, what if he saw through it? Would it make it worse?

He turned you towards him, so you were pressed chest-to-chest. he didn't look angry, but you honestly would have preferred that over the puppy eyes he was giving you.

"I know this is overwhelming. You were alone for years, and now you're safe with someone who cares for you. It has to be scary to go through such a big change in a little amount of time."

You looked at him in shock. What? You weren't saved; you were kidnapped!

"Why...?"

Steve gave you a sickly sweet smile. "I know about those you've lost. I know you didn't go to college; after you'd finished high school, you vanished. I can't begin to imagine how scared you were; how you were left alone at such a young age. It's okay now. I'm not going to let you feel unsafe or unloved again."

You pressed your hands against his chest and attempted to push yourself away, but his arms were wrapped too tightly around you. Your heart started to flutter.

"You... what..."

Your brain couldn't wrap around what he just told you. He thought he was doing you a favor? How did he know about what you went through? How long had he been stalking you?

Steve hushed you. "I'll answer any questions you have, but right now you need something to eat."

He wrapped your legs around his waist and stood up from the bed. You let out a soft whimper at the sudden move; you latched onto his neck, and he chuckled. he began the ascent up the stairs and approached a large metal door. He placed his palm against a black piece of glass, and the doors opened a second later.

The sole of his shoes made soft thuds against the hardwood floors as he walked further down the hallway, which opened into a large kitchen. Steve placed you down on a stool next to the marble island, then began to pull a container out of the fridge.

"I made this earlier, but you were out longer than I expected. Do you want me to heat it up?"

He opened the container to show you red beans and rice- one of your favorite dishes. You quietly mumbled, "Heated," and he put a serving onto a plate and then in the microwave.

The buzzing of the microwave was the only sound in the kitchen, and the silence was almost unbearable. You could feel tears burning in your eyes, but you knew it wasn't the time to cry.

The timer went off, and Steve pulled the plate out of the microwave. He set the plate down in front of you and handed you a fork.

"Bon appétit." Steve smiled and propped his elbows on the island. He didn't say anything as you ate; he seemed perfectly content on watching you.

After a good minute of more silence, you decided that you couldn't handle it anymore, so you spoke first. "Why?"

Steve must have not expected you to speak since his eyes went wide. He cleared his throat, "'Why', what?"

You shook your head. "Why did you kidnap me?"

His brows shifted and the corners of his lips twitched. "I didn't kidnap you. I saved you."

Your tongue felt thick in your mouth as you swallowed. You had to be careful with what you asked; you're walking on eggshells. "How is that saving me?"

Steve pushed himself off of the counter and stalked over to you. He grasped your cheeks in his hands and shook his head. "I saved you from all of the hurt you felt. I took you away from the loneliness."

The moisture in your eyes blurred your vision, and when you closed them, you felt a stray tear roll down your cheek. The pad of his thumb brushed it away, and he sighed.

"Oh, sweet girl, don't cry. It'll be okay." He pulled you into his chest and almost tipped you out of the stool.

Your back stiffened as he inhaled sharply.

"Before I answer any more questions, I must tell you something." He released you but grasped your arms and held you in front of him. "You are safe now. I will protect you, but for me to keep you safe, there need to have boundaries; you need to follow the rules."

He cleared his throat and brushed a strand of hair out of your face. "First, no cursing. I'll let that incident from earlier slide, but don't let it happen again. A sweet young lady such as yourself should not be saying such ugly words."

His grip on your arms slid down to your hands where he intertwined your fingers once again. "Second, no lying. For this to work, you need to communicate with me. I'm always honest with you, as I expect you to be with me.

"Now, this is more of a blanket rule: respect me. No back-talking, no yelling, no sass. I know what's best for you, and you shouldn't doubt my judgment. Tomorrow, I will have a list I expect you to complete. It'll range from what you'll wear to what activities you can occupy yourself with."

He brushed his thumb against the back of your hand before looking down at his feet. "I know that you're scared. You don't know me, and you don't trust me, but know this; I will never hurt you. I feel like I must protect you, and if that means I have to sacrifice my wellbeing so you're safe and happy, I'd do it in a heartbeat."

You pulled your hands into your lap and gulped. "But why?"

Steve hesitated before answering. "Because I love you."

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bucky-iss-bae · 5 years

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Puppy Eyes (Bucky X Reader)

I don’t actually know if I’ve done a Bucky x Reader one-shot, although I’ve not done a lot at all, and need to start writing up some more to keep the content coming, but I’ve got horrible deadlines and I’m going Germany next week, so the account might be a little dead, I’ll try to still upload out there x

Anywayyyyy....

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Prompts/Summary: 1. He’s the opposite of friendly. He’s unfriendly. As in don’t be friends with him. 2. ‘You know you’re adorable when you’re mad’ – ‘I can literally kill you’ 3. Slow dancing - Just following the Reader and Buckys journey.

Warnings: A few kisses and bad words??? PURE FLUFF xoxo

Word Count: 3400

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this, I really enjoyed writing it and I know theres a lot that can be tweaked on, I know this because I’m still trying to improve on my writing... But I just I hope you all enjoy it because I really did.

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Y/N and Bucky’s relationship hadn’t always been the cutest. There was a time, a year and about 6 or 7 months ago where she would irritate him to no end. It was like, a combination of Sam and Peter, but all in one person. She made him watch TV, she teased him and constantly called him a little lost puppy but became one of his best friends. She was worse than both Sam and Peter because of the feelings he had for her, how she made him feel.

When he first got introduced to Y/N she was shy, and she was quiet. She was good at her job, she kept to herself, but she had certain people she was close to, well everyone yet she was still so quiet. She hung out a lot with Bruce because of how calm she was, they had their own TV shows they’d only watch together. They would binge TV endlessly, old series, as well as new series it was their thing.

She had similar music tastes to Sam, and whenever she got a little tipsy, even the smallest amount, she would be up there doing karaoke with him. They were awful together, but they gave everyone a good laugh, and music allows them to express themselves.

Natasha, Wanda and Y/N, they were like sisters, whenever they had girls trips, whether it's to the spa, the shooting range, or even shopping, the girls always giggled like they had little secrets, Hill often involved with these trips and in on these secrets as she was the same to them.

She was young compared to some of the Avengers, she understood what memes were and she understood Peters humour. The two of them constantly tagged one another in memes on Instagram, they almost spoke another language when around one another, and although there was an age difference between them, she still understood, apparently her having little brothers and sisters helps.

She also had a somewhat weird relationship with Vision and Scott. With Vision, she often helped him plan date nights for him and Wanda, and when it came to Scott, they again had similar levels of humour. Apparently dad jokes are the worst, but they can still make people laugh.

Thor, he could get on with anyone, and Y/N was no exception. She taught him mundane things and he always told her his most exciting stories. She got him addicted to tiny little fairy cakes. He always asked for them whenever he returned from Asgard, and seeing Thor in the kitchen, with flour all over himself made people wonder if he actually is as powerful as he says he is.

Barton had known her for years, he essentially trained her, before she was an avenger he trusted her to babysit his kids. He helped save her family and motivated her to use her unique skillset further which resulted in her joining shield before she joined the Avengers after a few missions with them.

Tony was like a father figure to her, or maybe like an uncle figure. He, the same as Clint had known her for a long time, since just after he became Iron man. Their conversations were always deep and meaningful, she made him see sense when no one else could, well until Steve could. But still, their relationship was something special.

And with Steve, he could get on with anyone, he had a soft spot for Y/N, just like everyone else has. He saw some of himself in here, especially pre-serum Rogers. Her internal strength and integrity. And they also spoke about sport a lot, she helped him get more with it in terms of the 21stcentury.

So overall Y/N was close to everyone, someone who is quiet, innocent, and capable of getting the job done. Someone who works hard, and when Y/N met Bucky. She saw someone who didn’t want to communicate with anyone other than Steve and Sam. Once the Winter Soldier was out of him he was still quiet and reserved but done well on missions.

When they were first introduced, he almost walked around with a warning sign that screamed, ‘Don’t talk to me, I’m a brooding scary killer machine’. It didn’t intimidate her in the slightest, although Clint had made a joke the first time she met him,

“He’s the opposite of friendly Y/N. He’s unfriendly. As in don’t be friends with him”

She just looked at Clint, “He’s just acting. Look at him, he’s like... he’s like a puppy. A puppy doesn’t scream unfriendly, a puppy screams, ‘be my friend’”

Clint just rolled his eyes with a snort, “Well, just remember he’s not like everyone else”

Y/N just nodded at that staring at him, he was sat on the couch with Steve, he looked slightly uncomfortable to be surrounded by everyone, “You’re not like everyone else either Barton. No one is like anyone”

“We’re talking about someone who’s capable of killing anyone within seconds”

“And how long does it take you to kill someone?” She asked him,

“Touché” He muttered,

Y/N just smiled in success, “It’s ok, I’ll prove you wrong, and I’ll be able to be his friend. Just give it time” She said to Clint, he just groaned in response knowing that this is Y/N, she knows her boundaries when it comes to being friends with someone. And she’s going to push those boundaries now.

It was almost like a personal mission for Y/N. She hadn’t told anyone aside from Barton her plans, and that was to become Bucky’s friend. Whether he liked it or not. She could be anyone’s friends, and he really is a lost little puppy no matter how intimidating he is.

When they first spoke she showed no fear, she didn’t have any hostility, and instead welcomed him with a warm smile, “Y/N can make anyone happy. And she knows a lot that can help us get up to date, a little less sarcastic than the kid, a little more with it when it comes to current trends” Steve explained to Bucky.

Bucky just nodded, “Nice to meet you” He grumbled, but little did he know, that was just the start. This small, innocent, and quiet Y/N was about to literally ruin his life for the better and make him believe in love again. It was going to suck, but it was going to be amazing.

It took a while for him to even remotely warm up to her. But day in day out, she just smiled greeted him and had some small talk. It got to a point where the small things made him smile, she knew his coffee order from the local Starbucks, it was a basic black coffee, but she encouraged him to try a few different ones. Each day she watched his facial expressions changed as she handed him his coffee and he drank it.

So far all the stronger ones were more to his liking, and the weaker ones, he pulled a face at but secretly preferred. It’s because he’s a little puppy who acts tough but really isn’t. Well, maybe a little. But still.

Although he didn’t show it, on the inside it made him happy, she took time out to get to know him. She also introduced her to her favourite films. And the best films... in her opinion.

“Did fetch ever become a thing?” He grimaced one day.

“As a joke, sure. But, in the film, there are so many iconic lines.” He just nodded at that, “Can we watch something that’s not as... bitchy?”

I snorted at that but put on The Godfather, Bruce had joined them at this point, handing Y/N the popcorn, and Bucky the Twizzlers. Bucky took them and stared at Bruce in shock, but instead, the three of them sat there watching the film.

Each day the two got closer, everyone noticed this and whenever Clint noticed, he would shake his head and laugh a little. Tony had told her to be careful, and everyone else was shocked at how he was so easily coming out of his shell to become friends with you.

“I promise you, this film is one of the best things ever,” She said to him,

“You said that about Toy Story. And it was great, but it made you emotionally attached to Toys Y/N. Toys!” He said putting emphasis on how he got upset because of the final scene in Toy Story Three.

Y/N just grinned, “This is different, The Lion King will warm your heart,” She said,

Bruce had scoffed at that, he never watched the film with her, it was emotional. It made grown men, women and assassins cry. It made Bucky cry.

“I’m never trusting you again” He grumbled to her as the film ended and pride rock was happy again.

She was laying down, her head in his lap, and she looked up at him. “Oh come on Bucky. It was amazing. You’ve gotta admit that. I remember when I watched this at the theatre. Ok that’s a lie, I don’t remember but I know that I was taken to watch it”

“You know Y/N, I’ve been through a very traumatic life, couldn’t we do something that’s I don’t know... less traumatic?”

Through the majority of the film, Bucky was playing with Y/Ns hair, the gesture relaxing for the both of them. Her hair was soft, and she was soft. Bucky enjoyed spending time with her because she didn’t look at him like he was broken. She looked at him with respect, she wasn’t afraid of him. And she showed him how to have fun, what the best thing to do in this day and age are.

So instead she introduced him to karaoke, Sam was the first one there with them, and Bucky was still so quiet that she had to sing his part with him. He didn’t realise when they first met that she was like this. That she was this outgoing person, especially when its only a few of them. In big groups, she’s the quietest one there, but then in smaller groups, she can be the loudest, she can have this aura around her that is happiness, that makes Bucky smile. He looks at her and he saw someone that had fought to break down his walls, this created such a close friendship between them. Steve was happy, happy to see someone so innocent and so pure teach bucky that he’s just as innocent as she is in terms of life and death. But also teaching him how to be happy again.

Their friendship developed further, but it was Bucky that took it one step further, that took them beyond friendship and instead something that no one else shared, he asked her on a date. They went to go watch a Broadway show, The Lion King to be exact. Apparently Tony helped him with the tickets, and the night was perfect, they went for food, went to watch the show and it made Y/N realise that Bucky was different. Different to anyone she ever knew. And Bucky knew that was different than anyone he had ever know. She had hidden qualities that no dame he’d ever met in his hundred years had.

It was that night he asked her to be his girlfriend, and from then on things became so much more different. She had broken down his walls, he hadn’t ever realised he could feel this way about someone, that he could love someone the way he does Y/N. Because he loves Y/N and couldn’t imagine his life without her.

Bucky had changed overall since the two had gotten together, after being friends for 6 months, and then a couple, he got more comfortable with everyone. He expressed his feelings, he sung on his own for karaoke and he recommended movies on nights where everyone was watching films together.

The two always cuddled, if not then her head was in his lap. They showed affection in small manners that meant a lot to one another, neither of them were outgoing in big groups, they preferred to stick together.

The first time Bucky said I love you to Y/N was something she would never forget. They’d been together for 3 months approximately, Tony had thrown an extravagant party, they’d all dressed up in their best ball gowns, their best suits and tuxedos. And it was an elegant event. Bucky looked breathtaking, his beard neatly trimmed, his hair was loose, and he looked amazing. Just as Y/N had in his eyes, she left her hair natural, put on enough makeup to make it look elegant, and wearing her favourite outfit. Bucky loved her, he just knew that he loved her. She was at the bar when two arms wrapped around her waist, she felt the coolness of the metal to know it was bucky, and the way he lightly kissed her neck,

“My beautiful doll” He murmured into her ear, “Your dress looks beautiful, but it would look better on my bedroom floor”

Y/N let out a laugh at this and turned around to face him, “Well then you’ll have to woo me tonight Barnes” She replied back before kissing his lips,

The night was as elegant as Stark could’ve hoped it would be. Everyone enjoyed it, there was no drama and towards the end of the night everyone was slow dancing,

Y/N was in Bucks' arms, the two swaying to the music, “Hey” He muttered getting her attention, she looked up at him, and the look on his face made her go weak at the knees. His eyes held so much love and emotion, it was in that moment she knew that she was so in love with this man, that she has no idea how life would be without him.

“Hey” She murmured back,

“I love you” He whispered resting his forehead against her, this caused a smile to breakout onto her lips before she kissed him, “Good” she muttered between kisses before standing back and looking into his eyes, “Because I love you too”

From there on the two often shared those words between themselves. Soon their routines became similar, they shared a room, shared the love between one another. Y/N still spent her time with the others, but she had special time for Bucky, despite how immature he could be, he still had the face of a puppy.

“You know, you’re adorable when you’re mad” She teased whilst pinching his cheek and walking around him to grab some coffee,

He had a pout on his face and looked like a kicked puppy, “I can literally kill you” He grumbled,

She let out a laugh at that, “Ok, just a warning, you’ll miss me” She said sticking her tongue out.

He sighed and still had that pout on his face, someone had eaten his favourite cereal, he didn't know how to take it. Although everyone knew it was Sam, Sam still denied it especially because he just wanted to eat.

“How about this” She started, “Let's go out for breakfast”

He immediately agreed and decided after breakfast they were going to get some more cereal from the store and they were going to hide it from Sam.

She agreed with him and went to get ready taking her mug with her, she’ll have plenty of space to drink some more.

From that morning on, at least once a month they went for breakfast, each time trying someplace new, and each time trying to make sure the place was aesthetical enough for Y/N to get a pic for the gram. Bucky was baffled but agreed and she made him her personal photographer. As someone who couldn’t use a phone, Bucky had become a pro at taking photos of Y/N, he was also a pro at having candid photos of himself being taken. She never told him, only if they were going on her Instagram she asked first. But between the two, they tried to cherish every moment.

It was a year into their relationship and on their anniversary when Bucky had to teach Steve how to take the perfect photo as he had been over the past year. Well, he started teaching him a while before, telling Tony to teach his man how to get with technology, and somehow Bucky had managed to get the perfect shot, the background all perfect, and Steve knowing when and where to take the right photo.

Bucky spent time near the lakes creating the perfect scene for the two of them, a candlelit dinner where they would celebrate their one year anniversary for when both of their lives changed for the better.

Y/N had no clue about any of this, she wasn’t even sure what to buy Bucky for their anniversary, she had panicked and gone to Natasha and Wanda. They gave some suggestions, and eventually, she settled on a watch with the date they got together engraved on the back along with their initials.

But he, he had gone above and beyond. She was dressed in a cute outfit, not underdressed but not overdressed, he told her they were going for dinner, she was happy ,what she hadn’t expected was the walk from the compound to the river to have rose petals as a path, to get there and to see beautiful fairy lights and flowers around the beautifully lit gazebo. It was still bright outside so the light pinks of the sky,

“Bucky” She whispered, “Its beautiful,” She said turning to look at him, her heart in her throat, she felt overwhelmed with happiness,

He led the way to the table, and they both sat down and ate. They reminisced over the year, and the 6 months before they got together. How she used to tease him endlessly, how they became best friends and how they fell in love. They ate food prepared by a chef of Tony’s, and the listened to music off of their favourite soundtrack.

When the table had been cleared they stood and danced in the sunset, before he started his speech.

“Y/N” Bucky started while slowly swaying around with her,

Her head was rested on his chest and she hummed back a reply, “What's up bucky?” She murmured,

He felt like she could feel his rapid heartbeat, he had never felt so nervous in his life. Nothing had prepared him for this singular moment,

“I um...” He started, “You know I love you right?”

“Yes Bucky” She said looking up at him slightly confused to see the nerves on his face, “And you know I love you too”

He took a deep breath before standing back, he let go of her waist and dropped to one knee, as he did her hands covered her mouth when she realized what he was doing.

“When we first met Y/N, you annoyed me like no one else did, you kept on breaking down these barriers, and all I could think is how can someone this innocent and shy, create such havoc in someone's life. But it slowly made me fall in love with you, each day we spent together I learnt more and more about you. You became my best friend, someone who wasn’t afraid of me, and someone who gave me a new lease on life.

You’re it for me Y/N, and I can’t do this without you. I had a long ass speech planned, but doll, seeing you stood there, in your pretty dress, looking at me with those pretty Y/E/C eyes, I just know that I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. I want to wake up every day beside you, I want to have a family with you, a life with you Y/N. So, ‘Y/N’ ‘Y/M/N’ ‘Y/S/N’, will you marry me?” He asked showing her the beautiful ring,

As he finished speaking tears were brimming at the corner of his eyes, but YN was in full bouts of tears, and nodded, “Yes, Bucky.” She sobbed out, “Yes I will marry you. Oh my gosh, of course, Bucky” She said,

Her answer caused relief to flush across his body as he stood up and engulfed her into a hug before the two of them kissed, Bucky had forgotten that he had gotten Steve to take photos of this moment, he had forgotten the nerves he felt before, he had forgotten how long it took to plan this night, and he forgot his script, but it was all worth it to have Y/N in his arms right now as his fiancé.

“I love you so much Bucky” She whispered grabbing his face in her hands,

“I love you too Y/N” He replied back both their eyes closed and their foreheads resting against one another’s.

#Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes Imagine #Bucky Barnes x Reader #bucky x reader #MCU #marvel cinematic universe #the winter solider x reader #the winter soilder #Steve Rogers #Tony Stark #Stony #Fluff #One Shot #Bucky Barnes Fluff

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nadziejastar · 5 years

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Isa: What is it with you and picking up stray puppies?

Lea: I want everybody I meet to remember me. Inside people's memories, I can live forever.

Well, if I was to go by my own impression of them, this would be my headcanon. There is this recurring theme of dogs with Lea and Isa, right? My theory is that they were meant to be similar to Lady and the Tramp. Maybe Lady and Tramp were from Radiant Garden and they supposed to meet Lea and Isa. If Merlin can be from Radiant Garden, I don’t see why they couldn’t be.

Tramp: Not to change the subject, but... um... ever chased chickens?

Lady: I should say not.

Tramp: Oh-ho, then you've never lived!

Lady: But we shouldn't.

Tramp: I know. That's what makes it fun. Aw, come on, kid. Start building some memories.

Tramp is a lot like Lea. He is very outgoing and wants to make memories. However, I don’t think Lea was originally the “stray puppy”. I think he had a very happy and stable home life, and was given a lot of freedom. He was a very independent kid. His parents were probably not very strict. He didn’t get punished very often. He viewed life as a fun adventure and did pretty much whatever he wanted. Lea thought breaking into the castle was not a very big deal. He wasn’t concerned that he was going to get into trouble. He was a very, very happy person and had amazing self-esteem. I think he must have lived a life that was free from serious difficulty. No abuse or neglect, that’s for sure.

“—Let’s go, Lea,” the blue-haired boy, Isa, said quietly. He stood up and brushed the dust from his pants.

“What is with those guys?”

“I don’t want any more trouble,” Isa urged.

Lea also climbed to his feet, albeit with some resignation.

“There’ll always be another chance,” Isa reminded him softly as they walked away. Lea followed after.

I think Isa was more like Lady. I don’t think he was rich compared to Lea or anything like that. I just think he was more sheltered and naive. His parents also might have been more strict. He wasn’t as quick to get into trouble and he scolded Lea a lot. He was not as outgoing or bold. I don’t think his home life was outrageously bad or anything. But I think Lea probably wanted to sneak into the castle primarily so Isa could have some exciting memories, since it seemed like he didn’t have any. Isa was less adamant about it.

I wanted the three of us to be together. I wanted the three of us to laugh together in the Organisation. Pretending to be adults, they decided it can’t be like that. But I’ll put an end to it—I’ll have them stop.

I can see Isa not having a very close relationship with his parents. It might not have ever been touched on, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Isa came from a family where his parents were distant and he was emotionally neglected. Maybe there was a lot of pressure on him to “act like an adult”. The journal said Isa was mature beyond his years. This might have contributed to his difficulty opening up to others. I think Lea saw him as the “stray puppy” at first. He didn’t smile much, according to Lea in the novel. Axel’s character is about helping those who are in bad situations. Ven, Roxas, Xion. It probably started with Isa. Compared to Lea, he seemed less carefree.

“She doesn’t need you anymore.” Saïx smiled, but the expression didn’t reach his eyes.

That was the world’s most obvious lie, Sora thought. He’d had about enough of these organization guys trying to tell him what was what. “Like I’m supposed to believe that?” Sora shot back.

“Well, that’s up to you. But you can believe this: Organization XIII has no more use for you.” Saïx lifted his hand to point at the strange moon hanging in the sky above the glass ceiling.

When Lady was captured and put in the pound, she didn’t really know what to do. She wasn’t street smart. She relied on Tramp to survive outside of her bubble. She was afraid that he abandoned her and was jealous that he was so popular. Isa also seemed to have a fear of abandonment, especially after the experiments. He was afraid that if Lea had to help him out too much, he’d get tired of him and leave him behind. I think that Lea actually liked being needed by him, but Isa could never trust that could be true. Maybe his parents had high expectations of him that he couldn’t meet, like Terra and Eraqus.

“I have no use in doing that either, do I? If you think about it, it’s troublesome, right?”

Certainly, if you think about it like that, it does sound troublesome. But… rather than troublesome of it, it’s fun to eat ice cream the three of us, so… so, that’s why we go there. But, I wonder why it’s fun?

“Do you want me to tell you?”

Roxas looked at Axel, and waited for his answer.

“It’s because we are best friends.”

The point of Axel becoming best friends with Roxas and Xion was to teach them about life. It wasn’t simply to tell the audience that they were inseparable and we would then accept it at face value. It seemed like Axel’s concept of a best friend was tied up in convincing Roxas and Xion that it’s okay for friends to be “troublesome”. That was the main theme of their friendship. That’s why he only said this on Day 193. It wasn’t a happy spontaneous declaration of friendship. It was a reflection on his past.

“Because they copied my powers, the Keyblade’s power, and then they didn’t need me anymore—is that it?” Roxas spat.

He couldn’t bring himself to confirm it.

“I guess you felt the same way, huh, Axel?”

At those words, something wrenched in his chest, and he could hardly breathe. No, not me. I wasn’t thinking like that. I would never.

“That’s not true. You—you’re my best friend.” The words spilled out of him.

Axel wanted to emphasize that to them more than anything else. He only used the words “best friend” when Roxas or Xion were worried about the organization considering them worthless.

Axel: Man... Why you always gotta...cause me...trouble...

And when he brought Xion back, he said she caused him so much trouble.

“This is right,” Xion said firmly. “It’s better this way.”

Axel hated that argument. Nothing was better any which way. All it came down to was what you wanted to do and what you didn’t. He’d learned that lesson back when he had a heart.

“So it’s better for you to disappear?” he protested.

And I definitely think that had to do with Isa.

If Saïx sees something he can use, he will—and without a second thought.

Saïx’s character was all about finding something he can use. He only views people in terms of their usefulness. I think that this personality trait was going to be explained by having Isa constantly be considered “useless” like Xion was. This insecurity was exploited by the apprentices, but I wouldn’t be surprised if his home life played a role in why he was so susceptible to feeling useless. After all, Terra’s background provided the fertile seedbed for his darkness. Terra’s relationship with Eraqus made him so vulnerable to Xehanort’s manipulation. Xehanort was grooming Terra for his body. He always reminded me of a real life sexual predator. And they usually go after kids who have difficult home lives.

Axel's always helping me out, so I just assumed he would again. How long has he known about me? Maybe since long before we met in Castle Oblivion. But he told me to think for myself. I was so happy. But now, as I get stronger, Roxas keeps getting weaker. I shouldn't exist anymore. They say that Nobodies were never meant to exist, but I'm the real affront. But before I'm gone, I want to help Roxas and Axel. Even just a little.

I think that all this played a big role in Axel’s extreme loyalty to Saïx. Isa was like Xion. Saïx verbally abused Xion, so she was extremely distressed when she was reliant on Roxas or Axel for help. It’s why she originally started avoiding Roxas. It also contributed to her decision to disappear. She saw herself as an affront. When she asked Axel for help, he was cold at first. But then he told her she was his best friend and to think for herself. So, she thought it was best to disappear, to repay them for all their help.

Sora: He sure is acting weird.

Mrs. Potts: It’s almost as if he’s forgotten how to trust others.

Cogsworth: You don’t suppose he’s been turned into a Heartless, do you?

If Isa was Norted, there were probably times he lost control of himself, like the Beast did. I don’t think his berserk state started as a Nobody. Isa had gold eyes and pointy ears, so he probably thought of himself the same way Xion did. He didn’t deserve to exist. It sounds like Lea had to assure Isa that no matter how may times he needed help, he’d always be there for him. I think Axel was so willing to forgive Saïx because Isa had such a fear of being abandoned by Lea. I think that was supposed to be the big takeaway from their awful relationship as Nobodies.

“In the way of what. Of who,” he asked.

“In the way of us. I trust you.”

Axel cracked a dry smile. “You say that exactly like you would if you had a heart.”

“My memories of the time I did have one are making it so, that’s all. If you get in the way any further, though, the memories I have since becoming a Nobody will overwrite them.”

Why would they make Axel go through so much suffering at the hands of his best friend unless something positive was going to come from it? It seems like Isa had very bad trust issues. But Lea stood by him, even when he thought Isa wanted him dead. So, nothing could ever drive him away. Eraqus fueled Terra’s darkness by making him feel like he wasn’t loved unconditionally. Aqua and Ven saved him from that darkness. I think that was supposed to be the message of Lea and Isa’s friendship, too.

#kh #kh meta #kh lea #kh isa

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doomdays-a · 4 years

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tracy is still a human being after her resurrection but like …. in some ways, she isn’t a real human being. she was rewired, in part by what the dread doctors did to her genetics and in a bigger part by what being dead for a month did to her. i’ve used this quote for tracy for years now but it’s still one of the most accurate representations of her story:

you don’t get to die and be reborn the same. you come back, but you come back wrong. this is the price you pay for resurrection.

in 5b, she doesn’t have the thought process a human being should have. she doesn’t have the emotions a human being should have. when she was resurrected, the monster side of her heavily outweighed the human side of her. i write about this a lot, but she sees her human self as a weaker version of herself, and she insists that that girl died when the dread doctors deemed her a failure, and that that girl is still dead. she is not that girl anymore. and in some ways, she really is right. there may be a very few select parts of her mind that are still tied to who she was before she died, but the majority of her is completely new.

she didn’t just “do a 180″ when she was brought back to life. one girl died, another girl ( a monster ) was risen. the monster that she started to become in 5a wasn’t her, and she wasn’t in control of her own actions AT ALL in 5a. the dread doctors were controlling her. when she was awake, she was scared and terrified and unaware of her own actions. when she was asleep, the monster in her took over and killed her father, her psychiatrist, and attempted to kill natalie —– scott’s pack discovered that she was killing the people who were trying to help her, but frankly, i think they’re wrong. she was killing the people who were insisting they were helping but only damaging her mental health more. and keeping her from being something more powerful than they were letting her be. they were in her way and refused to see her for what she truly was ( her father thought her night terrors were ‘ just dreams, ‘ and natalie thought they were just ‘ common anxiety. ‘ ) these people belittled her, underestimated her, and that monster refused to let them get away with it.

in 5b, she is no longer two separate parts. before her death, she was 1) a weak girl and 2) a monster. but she shed herself of the former when she was brought back to life, because she was given a second chance at living, and she was brought back in a way that made her feel needed. she has always had a desire to feel necessary and to have some sort of purpose but she never had anything to put that into. her father made it clear he didn’t need her; he spent most of his nights away from home just to avoid her. she didn’t have any friends. she didn’t have anyone. and she wasn’t good at school nor did she apply herself anywhere else —– she felt like a waste of space. theo looked at her, deemed her worthy, gave her a purpose, and she clung to that.

as the monster she is in 5b, she doesn’t have a clear understanding of what’s right and what’s wrong and who knows best. her mind is very, very twisted. i’ve said this for years now but there is no saving tracy. so many characters have tried to ‘ save ‘ her and to bring her into the comfort of better people than theo, but it isn’t an option. and i know that frustrates people but you have to understand where her mind is. there is no way for it to “click” for her. her mind was literally rewired when she died, and the darkness of death had such a tight hold on her that there’s no coming back from it. that’s why i don’t write her as canon divergent —- even if theo hadn’t been weakened, hadn’t had the opportunity to take her power, she wouldn’t have survived this way. there’s no way she could. she wasn’t a person anymore.

theo is the only thing / person that can matter to her, and not because she’s some lovesick, obsessed, childish girl that the fandom likes to make her out to be —– but because her mind is wired to believe that he is what she needs, on such a bigger scale than it appears. she, who has sought all her life for a purpose in life, finally has one. and it’s not just being theo’s sidekick, it’s being someone who is strong and capable of getting things done. that’s why she no longer hesitates to act on things like she did before her death, why she isn’t afraid to run into fire ( literally ) to do something she assumes is going to further theo’s goal. it isn’t about THEO, it’s about what he represents —- a purpose, real guidance, something to live for, a home. it’s the idea of theo that she needs. he’s the master to her kanima, and i don’t think she ever would have had a chance to fully grasp that concept, but she had a tie to him immediately. i see people ooc and ic talk about tracy like she was just a girl with a crush, but that’s not true and i don’t think other characters would see her that way either. she didn’t look at him like she was infatuated; she looked at him like she admired him, like he was her role model, because he was. she respected him. she can no longer fully comprehend the emotions of a human mind that justify what a crush is because she can’t understand it. she didn’t want theo as her ‘ boyfriend ‘ because why the fuck would someone care about that after being dead for a month and immediately coming back to a world where her monster side mattered more than her human side, that felt pointless to her? she wanted him as her leader. she respected him as her leader.

their relationship wasn’t about romance, and it wasn’t about her having a hopeless crush on him. that ‘ romance ‘ they shared between them wasn’t at all any of her concern. she didn’t need it and she absolutely would never have sought it out herself. she wasn’t hopelessly in love with him nor did she follow him around with puppy dog eyes. she wasn’t obsessed with making him her boyfriend. she RESPECTED him. she saw him as a person in the position of power, and her newly rewired brain made her believe that he had authority over everything. because of her lack of guidance ( and ever chance she tried i.e. with her father, her psychiatrist, and natalie brutally leading her astray ) she believed that theo was something she could hold onto and believe in. the ‘ romance ‘ was just a bonus that neither of them needed. theo, because we know that he can’t have those genuine feelings, and tracy, because she was perfectly content being his best beta and helping him achieve anything he needed ( even if it meant dying for him. ) i say ‘ romance ‘ in quotes because that’s not an accurate depiction of what they had. they had a connection, one that didn’t need to be shared with anything sexual or intimate, but it was brought there as a way to show their respect for each other. i know that most people can’t get over their hatred for tracy because they think she was just a dumb obsessed girl so they refuse to believe that she mattered to theo, but she did. not in the romantic sense, and no he couldn’t emotionally care for her or anyone, but she was the closest he would ever get ( it’s something @PERFECTEVIL and i discuss all the time, i don’t mean to hijack a theo hc but —- i’m tired of tracy being ran over with disrespect so i have to delve into that too. ) their connection was in the mind, not necessarily the heart. she loved him, but not in a romantic sense —- that romance they shared was purely HIS idea, her following, because she respected and cared for him so much that she was happy to follow his lead and believed that was right. she loved being with him in that sense, but it wasn’t necessary to either of them. everything felt right with him. she finally had a place to belong. that’s what theo gave her. it might not have been healthy for her on a broader sense, but in her mind, he was exactly what she needed.

her thought process is no longer cohesive with what it had been before she died, and while in some ways, theo might have encouraged her ruination, death itself did most of the work. characters call her crazy, out of her mind, confused, manipulated, etc. all the time but you have to understand it’s not entirely coming from theo. yes, he definitely manipulated her. yes, their relationship is extremely toxic —- but in the animal world that they’re living in, that they’re committing their life to above acting as humans, it’s realistic for them. it makes sense for them. characters looking on the outside in should absolutely be afraid of what they’ve created together / what they’re capable of together, and they should absolutely feel sorry for tracy and want her out of there because that girl who died didn’t deserve this. but also understand that her mind, being rewired as it is, doesn’t agree. she won’t ever agree. you can’t pull her out of this thought process. everything in her head is BACKWARDS.

a few examples:

on ‘ being saved ‘ : pulling her away from theo will never be seen as something that is saving her. she is already living with the belief that theo already saved her. she looks back on her experiences pre-death with people like scott and saw him as trying to keep her from being what she was truly meant to be rather than saving her. on the outside, he was trying to save her. but she can never see it that way because of her preference to her monster side, and her belief that being a monster is more important than being a human. theo saved her, not just because he brought her back to life, but because he gave her a new reason of living ( by showing her strength and purpose, even if it was for the wrong thing. )

scott’s pack vs. theo’s pack : she doesn’t see scott as the good guys, not just because she is on theo’s side, but because her mind is so twisted and genuinely believes that what scott’s plans are are what’s going to ruin the world and what theo’s plans are are what’s going to be RIGHT in the world. it’s entirely backwards, but it’s not just some cocky / confident attitude she has towards her own pack, it’s a genuine belief. what she sees from theo is someone who understands the supernatural world from being a part of it all his life, someone who knows what’s coming and what he’s going to do with it. what she sees from scott is someone who thinks he’s going to ‘ save ‘ it by keeping those monsters from being monsters, like they did with her. she doesn’t know how to comprehend ‘ doing good ‘ because in a world where the beast exists, she doesn’t think being / doing good is going to get anyone anywhere. a lot of that is influenced by theo because he wants her to believe that his side is the right side, but given her own experiences with the dread doctors and the beast, she just doesn’t believe that anyone could know better than theo, who has lived this all her life.

on packs : the previous still applies, but more than that, she doesn’t see a pack as a cohesive team working together. in some ways, she sees it as a competition, and she sees it as a service solely towards their alpha and not each other. she helps the pack when it’s asked of her, but in most cases, she prefers only ensuring theo’s safety and doesn’t care for the others. corey and hayden especially, she sees as worthless solely because of their in-and-out behavior as they lead towards people of the other pack + different mindsets that collide with theo’s. and as for josh, she can stand him to an extent, but only up to the point he refuses to do what theo says. once he does that, he becomes a waste of space in her eyes. he no longer has a purpose. what he is useful for, he refuses to use, so she doesn’t understand why he should survive. she can’t comprehend genuinely caring for them because she can see the way they’re all pulling away from alpha, and for her, her mind is connected to theo, so she can’t fathom pulling away from him. because she believes once she does, she will have no reason for living either, and she will be a waste of space. because right now, the pack is all that matters to her. and by pack, she means theo. so when liam tries to kill his alpha, when malia betrays her alpha, etc., she literally can’t fathom why scott wouldn’t kill them. she just assumes that’s how a pack works, because it’s what she feels with theo and though he isn’t a ‘ real alpha ‘ in that sense, she bases all of that on her own experience. to her, beta = someone who protects their alpha. alpha = someone who makes all decisions. she will never be able to comprehend scott’s pack because of her lack of experience and understanding with how packs genuinely work.

on survival : her own doesn’t matter. it matters enough in a way that she wants to keep living because she believes her purpose in survival is to protect her alpha. when theo kills her, she isn’t upset that she’s dying. she’s upset that she’s leaving the world and is no longer going to be there to help theo. but as long as her powers can provide him with the tools he needs to do this on her own, and as long as his intentions are to achieve his goals, she’s going to be okay with it. her survival means nothing if she can’t achieve the one thing she assumes she was brought back to life for. she’s not living for herself anymore. she’s living for what she believes is a higher power that is necessary to this world, and that brings her a purpose she has severely lacked all her life.

it may be extremely difficult for your muse to interact with tracy after her she dies and comes back to life, but it’s supposed to be. your muse is supposed to be frustrated with her. your muse, if they insist they want to save her, is supposed to feel stuck and confused on how they can manage that because it’s impossible. tracy is stubborn, but more than that, her mind doesn’t work the same way that most people expect her mind to work because when she died, that human side of her died too. those human thoughts, emotions, and mentality are hardly part of her anymore. she’s someone / something new, something that can’t be broken through, and it’s wrong. she came back wrong. that’s why she wouldn’t survive, even if theo had never killed her. he didn’t just bring her back to life, but he was her life. she was so wrapped up in what she could do for her master / her alpha that she had entirely lost herself and who she had been before —– but that’s what she WANTED, because she hated that girl. when she was weak, unstable, passive, and a nobody, she hated herself. theo showed her that she could be more than that, so she clung to it.

she’s not a rational human being anymore and she refuses to be the person who was walked all over all her life ( excluding theo, whom she genuinely believes is the higher power she needs to believe in for her life to feel worth living. ) so interacting with her after her resurrection is going to be frustrating, it’s going to feel like it’s not going anywhere, but understand that that’s how it’s supposed to feel. if you try to tell her theo isn’t worth it, it will be like talking to a brick wall, because theo isn’t just a person to her. he’s hope for herself that she can be more than she was, and he is something for her to believe in and hold onto. she’s connected to him and given her lack of trust in anyone else, that can’t be broken. but do not mistaken her connection to him as her being a lovesick puppy, because you’re far off.

#𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘: t. stewart.#𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀: t. stewart.#meta.

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The Jane Eyre Solution

Hi nonny!

Thank you for the ask. I absolutely agree: from what we’ve seen so far in the ST, Ben and Rey are equals in terms of their Force powers, but not their morality. And indeed Ben, not Rey, is the one in need of a redemption arc.

Personally, I find the recent discourse about Ben and Rey’s equality and relative “strength” fascinating. I’ve been trying to make sense of it, which has led me to one of my favorite topics: what Jane Eyre tells us about Reylo.

Buckle in, my dears.

Are they equals?

I’ve talked to many GA members and casual fans, and I think it’s fair to say that the average reasonable viewer (who isn’t sexist or bigoted) has a similar take as I did on Reylo’s equality / strength before I joined active fandom. That is:

(1) Ben was a force to be reckoned with in TFA, but Rey ultimately overpowered him and “won”; and

(2) in TLJ, we saw that unequivocally that Rey and Ben were equally badass / powerful in the Force.

However, since joining active fandom and devouring tons of evidence, I now think the outcome of the fight on SKB is more complicated than Rey "winning.” After all, Ben was greatly weakened at the time, and chose not to kill Rey himself.

The thing is: both of these views on Reylo’s SKB duel are valid. It is fair to say that:

(1) Rey definitively defeated Ben on SKB; and

(2) the SKB duel is consistent with their status as equals in the Force.

Both conclusions are true precisely because of what you mention above, nonny. Because although Ben and Rey are physical equals in the Force, Rey is Ben’s moral superior so far. This explains the key reason Ben “lost” to Rey.

In other words, when we watch this moment:

...we are NOT supposed to conclude that Ben is weaker in the Force than Rey. Rather, we are supposed to see Ben’s defeat as a consequence of his own (im)moral choices.

So: Kill Han-- > be spiritually weakened by the “evil act” --> be physically wounded by an avatar of your father (Chewie)--> channel your pain into anger when you realize that something you want is getting away (Rey)--> get defeated by the very thing you tried to possess and dominate.

Further, Ben losing the duel says as much about his own moral failings in this moment as it does about Rey embracing her own moral strengths-- by facing her fears, standing her ground, and channeling the Force to win.

Is Ben emotionally weaker than Rey?

The discourse has extended beyond the question of who is stronger in the Force to include who is stronger in other respects.

Once concern I’ve seen: maybe Rey and Ben are equally powerful in the Force, but Ben has a weaker constitution than Rey. (e.g., he makes puppy dog eyes at her at the end of TLJ, whereas she is firm and resolute).

I think this take completely misses the point.

When we watch Ben stare at Rey here, looking utterly dejected and lost:

... we are not supposed to conclude that he is a weaker and more “pathetic.” Rather, we are supposed to see him suffering due to the poor moral choices he just made.

Yes, Rey made mistakes. The TLJ novel itself says that Rey made a mistake by thinking that Ben turning on his master would be the same as him turning from the darkness. She oversimplified Ben’s situation. She also inadvertently triggered him by pulling the saber.

But Rey’s mistakes in the Throne Room are not nearly the same in magnitude as Ben’s mistakes in the final act of TLJ. Ben’s mistakes are far greater.

Ben is the one who chose to continue on his dark path of power and destruction over being with the woman he loves. Ben is the one who tried to make Rey feel alone and dependent on him during his proposal so that she would give in. (RJ stated this flat out in an interview with Empire).

Ben’s puppy dog eyes in the final FB were a necessary display of regret, guilt, and sorrow for his wrongdoing.

Now, I want to be clear that Ben is clearly coded a victim of abuse, which should shape how we view his character.

But keep in mind that Ben isn’t merely a passive victim. Seeing him as such takes away all of his agency.

Yes, he’s been victimized, and his scenes with Snoke show us that he deserves sympathy. But after killing Snoke, he made a choice to seize power while urging Rey to “let it all die”-- and this was a choice he made freely.

In fact, RJ made it clear that Ben had agency in his choices here.

“I wanted to bring him closer to being the villain he wanted to be in The Force Awakens” (RJ’s TLJ Director’s commentary- 1:55:20)

Ben’s primary motive in killing Snoke was to save Rey, but Snoke’s death also gave him the opportunity to seize something he wanted. And he took it, despite Rey begging him not to.

Of course we are supposed to sympathize with Ben despite his poor choices in the Throne Room and on Crait. After all, he has been neglected, brainwashed, and abused throughout his life, and gaining power has been his single-minded focus for some time-- he thinks it’s the right thing to do. And abandonment and betrayal are his triggers.

And yet.

The simple fact is that we can sympathize with Ben, understanding why he made those choices, while still not condoning them.

Which brings me to:

The Jane Eyre Solution

I’m far from the first to say that Jane Eyre is a strong inspiration in Reylo.

However, an appreciation of how strongly Jane / Rochester inspired Reylo’s dynamic as spiritual and intellectual equals, but not moral equals (yet) is woefully lacking. And it’s high time we rectified that.

Just take the case of P&P. It’s incorrect to think that Reylo closely emulates that dynamic, because the assumption is that Reylo will eventually come to a place of understanding by rectifying their (comparable) sins-- just like Lizzy and Darcy (e.g., Darcy is proud, Lizzy is prejudiced; Darcy starts things off on the wrong foot, but Lizzy is in the wrong, too).

That’s not Reylo. Because Rey and Ben’s sins are not, and have never been, comparable in magnitude.

With Reylo, just like in Jane / Rochester, we have a significant moral divide between our male and female leads, even though they are soulmates and spiritual / mental equals.

Like Rey, Jane:

Is orphaned and had abusive caretakers

Has a low status in society

Follows a moral code that her modern audience approves of (e.g., showing compassion, protecting the vulnerable, refusing to live in “sin”)

Maintains a strong sense of self

Is desperately seeking her place of belonging

Challenges tauthority figures in her life

Eventually finds friends and a temporary home, but still feels lost without her beloved

Like Ben, Rochester:

Has a tragic backstory that was not his fault, and prompted his moral wrongdoing.

Follows a moral code that Jane and her modern audience finds unacceptable.

Tries to strong arm Jane into seeing his perspective and doing what he wants her to do, even though it contradicts her morals.

Vacillates between being forceful / domineering and vulnerable / pleading in order to get Jane to stay.

Is possessive. (“I must have you for my own–entirely my own. Will you be mine? Say yes, quickly.”)

Tries to make Jane feel alone and dependent on him right before he proposes.

Has a “You’re nothing” line during his proposal (“You–poor and obscure, and small and plain as you are–I entreat to accept me as a husband.”).

Is completely despondent and has a meltdown when Jane leaves him

Thus, the moral divide in Reylo, like in Jane / Rochester, favors the woman-- it’s the man who makes the critical moral mistakes, and chooses a path that the woman cannot follow.

This is precisely why it’s not a problem that Rey defeated Ben on SKB, and why Ben doesn’t have to defeat Rey and spare her life in order to prove that they are equals. Rey’s journey is not about rectifying her “sins.” Rey is on an entirely different arc than Ben is.

Rey and Ben are going to complete their journeys in different ways.

Just like Jane, Rey’s journey is about discovering her own identity, strength, purpose, and self-worth. In IX, we need to see Rey coming to terms with who she is and what she stands for, despite temptations and obstacles that lead her away from the truth.

Perhaps this is why there are rumors that Rey is filming on a Jakku-like location.

Just like Rochester, Ben’s journey is about rectifying his wrongs and choosing a better moral path. This is inextricably tied to him accepting his true identity as Ben Solo. Learning to chose compassion over possession / his sense of self will also be key. (However, unlike Rochester, Ben won’t be “castrated” to earn his redemption, because that would be a puritanical cop-out.)

In conclusion...

Reylo is going to be the consummately equal couple in SW. They are already equal in terms of their Force powers. However, Rey is morally superior to Ben, and she will likely remain that way until the climax of the film-- much in the way that Jane was morally superior to Rochester until the end of Jane Eyre.

To be clear, I’m not talking about the morality of using the dark vs. light side of the Force-- that’s a separate beast. What I mean to say is that Ben has made choices (e.g., Han, seizing power, arguing for death and destruction in building a new order), that are immoral. He hasn’t realized this yet-- but he will in Ep. IX. And he will become Rey’s moral equal.

So really, the differences we see in Rey vs. Ben’s vulnerabilities, mistakes, and “losses” in the ST reflects the fact that they have different journeys as characters.

Although both Ben and Rey are seeking belonging, Ben’s journey is about making better moral choices and accepting his true self, whereas Rey’s is about finding herself.

In Reylo, just like in Jane/Rochester, they will enjoy a HEA after undergoing their necessary growth / transformation as individual characters, and finally meet as true equals at last-- in every sense of the word.

Nonny, you got way, way more than you bargained for. 😂 But this was too much fun, and it gave me an excuse to write about Reylo and Jane Eyre- my two all-time favorite ships. Thank you for the ask!

#reylo #reylo meta #mine #asks #jane eyre parallels #fandom discourse

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