#young shin is so much like her mother too i love that

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What The Heart Wants || Young President!Coriolanus Snow x Reader

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Summary: This marriage was nothing but unhappiness. You always felt like you lived in the shadow of Lucy Gray. But you try to pretend, pretend that this marriage was everything you could have ever dreamed of.

Warnings: little detail of smut

Wc:

Coriolanus Snow Masterlist

Your fingers play with the ends of your dress that your mother insisted you wear. In your opinion, the dress was abit too tight, short, and the neckline a tad bit lower than what was deemed appropriate for a simple get together with the President, your fiancé.

“Smile Y/n, Smile.” Your mother urges with a forced smile as you roll your eyes. The door suddenly opens as your mother and father immediately stand up. You let out a huff before standing up as well as Coriolanus Snow in all his glory walks in.

He doesn’t even spare your parents a look or you for that matter. He just sits down on the armchair beside yours with a huff. You watch him as he rolls up his sleeves, he had yet to speak. “Lovely too see you again, Evangeline, Festus, and Y/n” He politely nods.

His voice was stern, cold. “Likewise, President Snow, likewise” You mother grins widely, her tone sickly sweet. “Please, call just call me Coryo. You are to be my in-laws soon. Best to cut the formality early on,” He voices out as he leans over and pops a grape in his mouth.

Your knees were crossed as you stare down at your hands. Snow turns his head, finally looking at you. You could feel his gaze from your peripheral vision. A sudden kick to your shin made you groan out loud as your mother gives you a death glare.

Clearing your throat, you face Coriolanus. “What colour do you plan to wear for the wedding day? So you know, I can match,” He stares hard at your face, studying every detail. “White.” Is all he said before facing your parents again as he starts conversation with them on a topic you couldn’t care less about.

~

Snow had always been cold towards you from the moment the two of you started courting each other. It wasn’t a marriage for love, it was arranged. Coming from a high born family in the Capitol, disciplined to be the perfect wife, you were a perfect candidate to become First Lady.

And not to forget how close your parents and his parents were before they died. Coriolanus had changed when he came back from exile. He was no longer the sweet boy you used to remember.

He was now driven with power and authority. You never asked him questions about the details of his exile as peacekeeper during the times you would spend together. He would merely brush it off and tell you never to ask him about it again.

You were never one to listen to Capitol gossip but there were whispers going around about how Snow was in a relationship with his tribute, Lucy Gray. And that she ran away from him just before he returned back. You remember seeing the two together on camera, there always seemed to be a certain chemistry between the two that not much people paid attention to. But you.

He seemed completely closed off when you first met him after his banishment. He was always drifting in and out of reality. You had a feeling he wasn’t over Lucy Gray. No matter how much she hurt him for leaving.

“Coryo,” Your voice was gentle as you place a hand on his arm. He was out of it again. “She asked what flavour cake you wish to have,” You slowly say as his eyes were stuck to the wall behind the woman sat across from them. “Whatever flavour you want.” He shrugs. Before you could open your mouth again, he beats you to it.

“Is this really necessary? I have other important things to be doing right now.” He snaps, unfolding his sleeves as he gets ready to get up. You furrow your eyebrows at him as the woman starts to pack up the papers on the table before you stop her.

“Coryo, you told me you cleared your schedule today.” You fold your arms as he buttons up his jacket, looking at you. “I’d rather be home than here.” And with that, he doesn’t spare you another look and walks away. You watch his figure disappear as you sit back down, defeated.

“Should I continue without President Snow?” Your eyes move to the lady awkwardly sitting there. “Yes, yes you can continue,” You sigh. This was the third time Coriolanus blew these meetings off. Both of you despised the idea of getting married, especially to one another. But it had to be done. For duty.

~

“Oh you look absolutely gorgeous, my love. You’re going to be the prettiest woman Coryo has ever laid eyes on.” You scoff, downing the liquid down as you get ready to walk down the aisle. “Remember, smile!” Your mother points to her smile as you roll your eyes and link arms with your father.

The doors opened and the crowd gasp. You looked ethereal. Perfect. Doll-like. You smiled like you were taught to do and walked with such elegance and poise. Snow’s back was turned to you, but the moment he turned around, you swore you couldn’t breathe for a second.

Coriolanus’ hands were cold against your warm hands. His piercing blue eyes studied your face as words around you drown out. “You may now kiss the bride.” Coriolanus leaned in as did you and your lips touched. The kiss was gentle and didn’t last long. You could tell he was reluctant to kiss you.

He then smiled brightly, turning to face the crowd and your mother’s words come rolling in. Smile. Pretend you’re happy. You both had to act like you were infatuated with one another for the rest of the day until you arrived at Snow’s mansion. Your new home.

The moment you walked through the doors, the façade was over. Coriolanus made a beeline to his study where he slammed the door shut as you stand alone in the hallway, still in your wedding dress. Exhaustion caught up to you so your heavy footsteps led you to your shared room with him.

You were helped out of the dress by servants. The silk slip soft on your skin as you let your hair loose. It was quiet. Too quiet for yo ur liking. You sat at the end of the bed for some time, thinking about everything and anything until the door abruptly opened revealing Snow.

He paused when he saw you, almost forgetting that you two were married now and were going to be sharing the same bed from now on. He sighs before closing the door behind him.

He starts taking his jacket and long sleeve off. “Why aren’t you asleep” He voices out, his back turned to you as you watch his back muscles flex. “I’m not tired,” You said, barely a whisper as Snow turns around, his eyes trained on you. “Suit yourself,” He said before entering the bathroom.

You decided to move up the bed and lean against the backboard of the humongous bed that you and Snow will be sharing. You played with your fingers the entire time Coriolanus was in the shower.

You hear the water jets stop and he steps out, towel hanging around his hips as he has another towel drying his platinum blonde hair. He gets dressed in just boxers before making his way to the bed. He turns off his bedside light and lays on his back. You were still leaned up on the backboard.

Coriolanus then leaned over you and turned your bedside light off before sleeping on his side, back towards you. You stared at the back of his head for a while. “Coryo…” You softly say. You knew he was awake. “Coryo.” You say once again, your hand gently on his shoulder as he sigh and turns to lay on his back. “Y/n. It’s been an exhausting day. Can this possibly wait until tomorrow” He snaps.

“No.” You say in a firm tone that was abit too loud. You took yourself by surprise as Snow raises an eyebrow at you. “We’re married now.” Your tone was bitter. You were becoming just as frustrated as he was with you. A long due reciprocation.

“I’m aware.” He flatly stated, his eyes shifting away from your body to the ceiling. You sensed his unsatisfactory behaviour towards you, and you felt, a feeling that you had become very familiar with recently. Vulnerable. Coriolanus did not want you one bit. You knew that.

But you wanted to atleast pretend that you were going to spend the rest of your life with someone who loved you. But he couldn’t. He just couldn’t do it. A part of you understood that this was obviously wasn’t ideal for either parties, but you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, like you weren’t enough.

You were always hit on by other eligible males in the Capitol, but when it came to President Snow, you weren’t even remotely spared a glance. So, you decided that tonight, your honeymoon night, to pretend that there is as much passion as you needed to make you feel as though you were marrying the man of your dreams.

“Look at me.” You demanded, watching as Coriolanus beside you slowly tore his eyes away from the ceiling to bore into your face. “Coryo,” You began, moving from the backboard to get closer to him. You leant into him, foreheads touching. You could feel his breathing stagger, his breath began to tremble as if he was straining tears.

"Please," Your grabbed his face desperately, almost beginning to start sobbing yourself, as if your bodies being this close to one another transformed them into one big, contagious product of unfairness and agony—indulging in one another helplessly.

"Please, Coryo, pretend I'm her," you never once thought in your life you would have to beg for a man to worship you the way he did another—before courting the President of Panem, you would have ques of eligible men at your feet—not even having to raise a finger.

"What?" He mumbled back, an unconfident whimper, his eyebrows furrowed—casting a shadow over his vacant eyes, causing his piercing blue eyes to darken.

"I never though I'd have to say this, but " You breathed out, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose, "Pretend I'm her, pretend I'm Lucy Gray Baird. Even if she broke you, atleast you felt something for her." Your voice cracked as the nonchalant popular girl of Panem facade you’d spent your entire life up keeping, having Snow as a publicity accessory, had shattered in his grip.

Coriolanus didn't know what to say. He had never seen you in this state. You didn't know, but he watched you all the time through the cameras around the mansion and around Panem. Snow barely knew how to express his emotions adequately himself, let alone watching you break down.

You were in pain. As if you were swallowing back acid. "I just want to feel loved," You trembled. This was all so new to you, expressing your feelings, confiding to someone. "Even if it takes you having to think about someone else to make me feel like it.l And so, Snow silently agreed.

He took the invitation of being allowed to think about Lucy Gray in his embrace if it made you feel better. Selfish to an extent, but technically, what you wanted from him was equally so. As long as he appreciated your body as if it were a relic, to make her feel something, he'd be able to fantasise about the one thing he'd usually feel guilty about thinking. Lucy Gray crushed his heart. His soul.

Yet he couldn't stop thinking about the girl who betrayed her. And so, you mollified into him as he embraces your frame, kissing you the same way he'd been musing about doing so with Lucy, if he were to ever get the chance again.

Both your tears were the supplement of real passion, the dampness on your faces resembling sweat as tears fell between each aggrieved, desperate kiss.

More desperate, more intimate. You knew what Coriolanus wanted, and you gave in. You allowed him to see Lucy Gray through your eyes. And although they were a completely different colour, Snow swore he saw her eyes gazing back at him for a millisecond; and that was motivating enough.

Now you were both in pieces, too bad puzzles aren't taught how to piece themselves back together.

#fanfiction #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x you #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #hunger games #tom blyth #lucy gray baird #lucy gray x coriolanus #president snow #coriolanus snow fanfiction #smut #coriolanus smut #coriolanus snow angst

[sunofpandora]

Virago: Chapter 3

Neteyam x fem na’vi!omaticaya!reader

Characters:

Ka’lik- (like you would pronounce “Malik”) Y/n’s father, deceased, a warrior and hunter of the 

omaticaya clan. A teacher to young warriors undergoing iknimaya.

Zensira-deceased, Y/n’s mother, spider's adoptive mother, a strong hunter and the best singer in the omaticaya clan, and a teacher to young hunters.

Kailo-(Y/n’s ikran. Your ikran is a male)

Popiti-(tuk’s best friend according to the visual dictionary)

(Also idk how many of you know this but Jake’s ikran’s name is canonically ‘Bob’.)

(WARNINGS!

Sharing a sleeping hammock with the opposite gender (non-romantically)-

Neytiri hating on spider/ mentions of insecurities, heartbreak, war,/ fluff/ angst/ mentions of hunting, killing animals, mentions of therapy, military, ptsd, romance, pining, use of military terms/codewords/  fluff ending!

Let me know if I missed anything.

Chapter desc:

Kiri convinced y/n to unload some of her lingering feelings for Neteyam. Y/n reveals that the incident all those years ago that took her parents scarred her deeper than she could have ever anticipated. Is this a battle the mighty archer can’t win? Neteyam has a confrontation with a pathetically simpering Kyuna. 

Authors note:

Here we go! Chapter 3!! It feels insane to be posting the actual third  chapter of this. But holy moly, building up romance is much harder than I thought. This chapter is a long one so grab your favorite snack, find a comfy spot and buckle up. 

I have a small request for my lovely virago readers, please comment on your favorite line, moment, quote, or dynamic from this chapter. This is so I can know what kind of stuff you guys incline towards so I can throw more of it in as the story continues.

IMPORTANT:

hi guys. So I’ve decided to change spiders age from 20 to 19 for plot purposes. Jake and Neytiri are the same age. Tuk is still 7. Kiri is 19, neteyam is 19, Lo’ak and Y/n are 18.

This chapter is split into 3 parts due to tumblers dumbass word limit. This is part 1.

                                                                   V I R A G O         

Chapter 3;

Cupid Wears A Blindfold.

Y/n’s pov-

Word count: 28k (split)

Lo’ak snores. He snores a lot.

This was no epiphany to you, of course. Lo’ak had always been a snorer, much like Jake.

Ever since the sully’s welcomed you into their home when moving to high camp, sleeping arrangements were always abit of a puzzle.

Tuk often slept in all sorts of weird positions. Often rustling and twitching in her sleep. Some nights she nestles her way in between Jake and Neytiri, the poor couple waking up to an elbow jabbing into their skin.

Kiri was your second best option. She didn’t toss or turn, she didn’t kick or jab or roll. Your only deterrent? Kiri mumbled. Oftentimes talking in her sleep to some soft sung spirit she felt within her own solace, her own safety, her own world.

This never found itself to be a disturbance for you. You didn’t mind the mumbling. Kiri however, claimed ‘she loved you too much to keep you up at night’, and wouldn’t hear a word of it when you tried to convince her that it didn’t bother you.

But it wasn't completely in favor of your sleep schedule. Kiri liked her privacy. And you knew that. Better than most, actually. But that’s what was special about your bond with Kiri. You didn’t need words to understand her. And she loved you for it.

I don’t think I need to explain why sharing a hammock with Jake and Neytiri seemed out of the question.

And though most nights it seemed tempting, sleeping with Neteyam was a no-go.

And here you laid. Staring at the ceiling of the Sully family’s tented Marui home, while everyone slept, you damned yourself restless. 

Lo’ak kept snoring in your ear, his breath hitting your neck.

His arm lazily thrown above both your heads, his leg sprawled across your shins. You huffed, attempting to turn the opposite way. The uneven weight caused the tent to dip unanticipatedly, causing you to gasp. Your hand reaches towards the wall to steady the motion, and to prevent you and lo’ak from falling.

You squeezed your eyes shut, taking a breath before shifting yourself evenly again, and Lo’ak continued to snore, his tail now poking your hip. 

Your ears perked up at the sound of a soft rustling, and a gentle yawn.

“Y/n?”

You turn your head, seeing a sleepy Kiri blink at you slowly, her bright golden eyes adjusting to the light.

“What’re you doing up?”

She rested on her elbows, elevating herself a bit to see you more clearly.

You sighed, glancing back at Lo’ak.

“Oh. You know. Just doing a little late night praying. Praying that eywa will take me before his snoring does.”

Your blank tone made Kiri giggle, stifling her laughs with her palm.

“Oh trust me. I've shared a tent with him longer than you have.”

Silence draws between you both as your quiet chuckles slowly start to simmer away under the dark tent top.

Kiri sits up slightly, gesturing with one hand for you to come closer.

You shake your head, hesitantly treading her offer. You knew how kiri liked her distance.

“I don’t want to be a bother.”

“You? A bother? Y/n, you’re probably the person in this entire tent that bothers me the least.”

You crack a smile, huffing out a small sigh of defeat.

You slip out of your hammock, slithering your way over small objects that became obstacles on the floor with stealthy yet lethargic motions. of the family’s home before successfully snuggling under the blanket of kiri’s larger hammock. Now comfortable without the cramped positioning.

She chuckled, rubbing your back. 

“Comfy?”

You nod, smiling at her.

“You're a lifesaver, Kiri. My hero.”

She ruffles your braids, winking.

“Nah. If anything, you are my hero.”

Kiri and you have always been close, ever since you were children. Your mother and Neytiri were practically attached at the hip, and since you, spider, and lo’ak were always a package deal, you and kiri had grown up playing together.

Kiri was softer spoken as a child, and you were loud and energetic. Your mother always said you were an ocean, and kiri was a lake. You, a soul syncing with the vigorous symphonies of azur-string reprised tidelines and honey-hidden siren songs. The ocean forgives, but it never forgets. Its strength is unmeasured. It waits for nothing.

Kiri was a lake. Lush green ripened grass sits along yellowed-tinted sun hazed stems of oddly-shaped wildflowers and imperfect patterns imprinted on petals. She was calm in the still moving water. You were the strength of the sea. 

You always felt protective over Kiri. 

A part of you couldn't help it. The day you and Kiri grew closer was the same day Jake had to meet with the Olo’eyktan of the Tawkami clan. The day the Chief’s children were teasing Kiri about her fingers. You and Kiri were about 8 at the time, and she really only saw you play around the village or carrying spider on your back as you trailed behind your mother and her daily chores. Or when your mom walked Lo’ak back to his family’s hut the morning after a sleepover with you and spider.

The day the Tawkami Chief’s children that accompanied him were picking and poking at Kiri’s fingers.

And where were you? Right there beside her. Threatening to feed the children to your mother’s ikran and telling them that your human brother would come and give them his demon blood “diseases” if they didn’t leave her alone.

They stopped picking on her, and she stuck by you from then on. Cause no one knew how to better handle bitchy 9 year olds than you did.

Kiri yawns, gently rolling on her side.

“Get some sleep, Y/n.”

You mumbled an ‘mhm’ before letting your eyes drift shut.

Its been about 15 minutes and sleep still evades you. The comforting vibrations of kiri’s warmth doesn’t seem to lull you like you assumed it would.

“Are you awake?”

Kiri whispered, and it startled you a bit. You assumed she was asleep.

You turned to face her and nodded. Her yellow eyes glowing evergreen tints in the darkness.

“Yes. But don’t let me keep you from sleeping, Kiri.”

She shrugs.

“I can’t sleep either.”

You both stay quiet for a moment, letting the silence settle.

 “So, Makeyo spoke with you today?”

The same uneasy feeling returns once again, you blink at Kiri.

You shook your head, your voice quiet as if not to disturb the air around you two.

“We were just talking.”

“About?”

Her whisper courses against the flicker of change in the wind.

You stay quiet once again. Not because its awkward, or uncomfortable.

Sometimes, you felt like there was a shackle chained to your wrist.

The memory of your parents still haunts you.

It shaded you in its prison of night, torturing you to watch the sunlight, but never touch it.

You didn’t love anyone.

And yet, whenever someone offered you their hand, it felt like a trap.

A mockery of betrayal climbs your conscience. It's a hue of warm yellow, drenched in crimson and an agonizing black.

Jake told you that back on earth, he fought with other humans in a war that seemed like it would never end.

Sometimes people come out of bloody experiences constantly trying to wash their body because the smell of blood never leaves their nose.

Jake said it haunts you. Like a ghost. Some of the men he met would wake up screaming in the middle of the night. They wouldn’t laugh as much. Smile as much. What once was a comfort was now a cold, daunting piece of lost memories.

It's everywhere. And it hurts. What hurts most is that you  can't protect yourself from it. Your arrows cannot pierce it. your hands cannot fight it away. 

It’s real in some uncanny sense of a nauseating nostalgia. The type of memory that makes you thin your eyes because it's too bright.

An invisible devotion, it holds you above its disposal.

It keeps you away from falling in love. From holding someone's hand. From laughing at another’s jokes. 

Sometimes you hate what you are. What  you’re made out of. Because your soul constantly fights to build yourself out of ripped pieces of the past.

Because all you ever hear is whispers about where that happy little girl went. The girl who chased sun-dripped river banks with the symphony of children’s laughter.

This pain follows you. 

When you wake from your nightmare’s it’ll sit in the corner. Watching you.

When someone flirts with you, touches your shoulder, brushes a strand of hair out of your face, it’ll be there.

What was the use of falling in love? As a child, you fantasized about having a love like your parents. So pure, so deep, so unexplainably perfect.

Only for them to die because of something you couldn't protect them from.

It’s not that you feared death. You feared the instantaneousness of it.

The unforeseen figment of a shape only for it to reveal itself to be a scythe.

They didn’t know it would happen, and neither did you.

And you weren’t fucking there. And now they are gone.

Never getting to watch you or spider grow to be full adults.  

Leaving their children without so much as a goodbye.

Your only true goal was to die honorably on the battlefield. If you couldn’t find peace, maybe your ghost could.

Love was a weakness.

And when you fall in love, the shell of that pain will disguise itself under their soul.

You  shrugged, your eyes averting away from Kiri. There's disconnected fatigue in your tone.

“He was nice.”

“Just nice?”

Kiri raises her eyebrow, scooting a bit closer to you.

You  sighed, unsure of how to carry on this conversation. So you’re grateful when she does it for you.

“He’s a good guy. I've seen him help you teach the younger kids. They love him, always trying to climb on his back and asking him to carry them around.”

You nod.

“He’s a good teacher..”

you trail off, fidgeting with one of 

Your  bracelets. The one tuk made you, the one with mismatched bead sizes and colors. Juvenile plotted patterns in the small vibrant hues.

Kiri snickers.

“He might have to get in line with all your other eager suitors.”

you roll your eyes, poking her with your tail.

It wasn't unusual that Kiri teased you about getting attention. 

Lo’ak’s friends sometimes whisper, quietly laughing and shoving each other as you walk by. It becomes hard not to notice as it becomes a frequent pattern.

Sometimes the guys in the hunting party Neteyam was often in, gently tapped each other on the shoulder, more subtly gesturing as you walked around camp or left for a ride, or even just helped with daily chores.

Their attempts usually deem themself futureless when Spider and Lo’ak glare at them, shoo them away the same way you would a pestering flock of birds.

Its a normality. Though spider was only a year older than you, he policed your love life just the same as any older sibling would. He didn't care that you were taller, stronger, bigger than him.

You scoffed.

“They’ll have to get through dumb and dumber first.”

Kiri huffed, annoyed with the two idiots in question.

“Don’t trust their judgment. They share one singular brain cell and it malfunctions half the time.” 

The both of you laugh, trying to keep quiet. You bury your face in Kiris shoulder as the hammock shakes with your giggles.

You both sigh after a moment, still smiling.

“I can’t blame them.  You’re perfect.”

She whispered.

There's a withering sense of somber behind her voice. It lacked bitterness, but it simmered on a ember, an ephemeral flicker of blue. The sounds of sloshed ash-blue sunsets and burnt-orange auras.

“I am not.”

You mumbled.

Kiri looked up at the top of the tented-hut. The small sparks of comforting vibrations from your bodies nuzzled under the woven blanket that allows only the softest of shivers to seize past the fabric.

“You remind me of my mother. The stories of her in her youth. The perfect woman. Strong, admired, sought out by many, envied by most..”

She trailed off.

If only kiri knew you didn’t feel like that at all.

“You’re my idea of perfection, Kiri.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes.

Kiri was pretty. You had to remind her of that sometimes. The way her golden eyes shined under a sheet of jaded-glowing evergreen, that of a hued green in a canvassed jungle canopy. Her uneven, choppy, imperfectly, perfectly shaped bangs that fell over her forehead, gentle wisps of dark feathered thick strands.

Kiri’s hair was slightly lighter than most na’vi women. You loved that about her, the almost dark auburn shades of brown that hollowed in chalked streaks of a honeyed glow, proving herself her biological mother’s daughter.

But the one thing you adored most about Kiri?

Her love for Eywa.

You could only envy it.

After the death of your mother, your once undying devotion for the great mother started to rot. You felt like she had failed you. Taken away the most precious piece of your soul and damned her name for tearing you apart and leaving you to pick up the pieces. 

You were angry those first few months, and you think differently now. But your breath still shallows at the thought.

Your smiles fade, and the air around you feels hollow for a moment.

“I wish i could see through your eyes, kiri.”

Kiri squeezed your hand, gently holding it to her chest.

“I know you’ve been hurt, Y/n. I know this pain is great..But the great mother has a plan for you. I believe it above all else.You are strong. Stronger than any spirit she has seen…You bring the wailing ash and fire of the demon ships to pity with just your arrowhead. We will heal together, y/n. I will teach you to find your faith again.”

You let your eyes flutter closed.

Your beautiful, sweet Kiri. This wasn’t romance. This was sisterly love in its purest form.

“..Do you ever think about him?”

The question stills you, you looked up at her and blink.

“Who?”

“My brother.”

The comforting warmth suddenly becomes a sweltering heave of heat. You swallow thickly, looking down.

“No.”

Kiri shakes her head.

“Please. Don’t lie to me, Y/n.”

There it is again, the hole in your heart.

“Yes. I think of him sometimes.”

Silence settles again.

“Is it wrong?”

You whisper.

Kiri shakes her head.

“No. its just that he doesn't deserve to live in your mind.”

Kiri loves her older brother. She truly does. But she was right beside you when he drifted away. Even ignoring him because she was angry with how he had treated you.

You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, cupping her hand in yours.

“I hate it.”

“Hate what?”

“How i feel like a piece of me is missing.”

Kiri’s eyes soften.

“Oh y/n…”

“No.”

Your voice breaks only slightly.

“No. because im better now.

I hated him. I hated his hands. I hated his voice. I hated his back. I hated his arms. I hated his neck. I hated his nose. I hated his ears. I hated when he promised to protect me, I hated when he left me crying in the rain. I hated that I waited for him. I hated that he promised all the stars in the sky were mine. I hated him.

I don’t hate him anymore. I hate the delusions of himself he put inside my head.

I hate how he weakened me.”

Kiri gently brushed some of your braids behind your shoulder

“Heartbreak doesn’t make you weak. If anything, it shows we had something inside of us so beautiful and rare it was worth mourning.”

You blinked back the fresh sting in your eyes. Taking a shaky breath.

“Oh my dear.”

Kiri whispered, hugging you close.

“Get some rest. You don’t need to think about anything right now, I promise.”

You nodded.

“Yeah. yeah okay.”

“You know what? In the morning let’s go bother norm for a bit. Would that make you feel better?”

You chuckled, hugging her back before you both settled in respective places in her hammock.

“It always does,”

Sleep soon found you, taking you in its arms and soothing the sweet darkness.

Across the tent, Neteyam laid awake, his hands clutching a blanket of his own, his body still tensed after what he had just heard.

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The next day.

You liked hunting with Jake.

It was high on your list of some of the chores you enjoyed contributing with your new found life in high camp living with the sullies.

Spending time with jake was a bonus. Jake and your family went way back. Your mother was one of the only navi that welcomed him upon his unexpected arrival. She was the one who lended him an older loincloth for him to wear that first night he was captured and the omaticaya took away his RDA uniform, and while he had his first ever meal with the clan at high camp. 

Your mother also played a huge role in his journey to become a man of the omaticaya people.

Teaching him things like weaving, beading, and some of the language along with Neytiri.

Your mother was the one who constantly pestered neytiri about her growing feelings for the dreamwalker, helping her unbraid her hair for the nights he spent with jake, letting her cry, laugh, scream, like any good sister would.

Your mother and Neytiri mourned sylwanin together. And your mother grew closer with Mo’at and eytukan as mentors as well, despite neytiri and your mother not being sisters by blood, they loved each other just the same.

Jake and you had a good relationship. Jake often helped train the younger warriors, neteyam, you and lo’ak included.

You were always the fastest, the strongest out of the group, since you were 15.

Jake remembers when you were small. Carrying spider around and chasing lo’ak, bringing gifts to baby tuk, playing in the flower patches with neteyam and making him wear the bracelets and crowns you would braid out the stemmed petals.

Jake was there with you when your parents died, and he ws there when you moved into highcamp with the sully family.

He was there when you had nightmares and woke up in the middle of the night screaming,

You remember those nights, when the images of your mothers body would rip you from your sleep and you’d almost shake poor lo’ak out of the shared hammock with your sobbing and pleading.

You remember jake rushing to you, gently holding you by your shoulders, gently utting your head to his chest.

‘Sweetheart hey- hey i’m here. Mawey, Mawey..easy- easy…there we go. Deep breaths..’

The hoarse tiredness in his voice as oddly comforting.

You remember shaking your head, settling yur breathing as the tears began to flow.

“I-i’m sorry..it was just another bad dream.”

“Hey. never apologize for having a nightmare. You’re okay. You’re safe here. Okay? C’mon. Let's take a walk-that’ll calm you down.”

You trusted jake. You always have. Even today, in the present. So of course you liked hunting with him.

But most of all? You loved flying.

Your ikran was your spirit brother, sometimes even following your commands without tsaheylu. 

The bond you had was strong, stronger than most ikran’s are capable of.

And the best part? He had a temper just like you did. The first time you almost met death was your iknimiya. 

Your ikran threw you off the cliff, and then flew down to attack you further.

Jake and Neytiri had to hold Neteyam back from swooping into save you.

But you did it. You completed your rite and claimed Kailo as your own.

And you soared with him now, above the clouds, barely containing the smile etched on your face as the wind whips through your braids.

You loved heights. You loved how infinitely endless the sky seemed, burning with blasts of azure or an early morning blaze of fire-hued sunrises, or the cold warmth of the rain that refused to fall within the stars.

Revered by the scattered songs of synodic vespers and requiems of rainstorms. The sky cannot be caged. It cannot be concealed or hidden, it is your sanctuary, enraptured by effortless divinity and strength.

Your ikran let out a shrill and you pet its neck.

“Easy, Kailo..”

You hummed, looking over to jake, who sat atop his own companion, Bob. His dreads caught in the wind behind him as he waved for your attention.

“y/n!”

The wind carried his volume.

“I think we should take a break. In an hour or two the yerik herds will come to the river bank. Let’s law low in the woods.”

“Yes sir.”

You gently kicked Kailos' side, tilting the reins to descend after Jake into the forest, weaving around trees and foliage.

You laugh as a gust of wind trails you and Kailo, almost throwing Jake off his line of flight. Kailo was one of the fastest ikran your clan had ever seen. At least, that’s what the elders of the clan had told you.

Lo’ak was often jealous of spider because spider always got free rides on Kailo. You land before Jake, hopping off Kailo’s back and petting his neck.

“Mawey, tsmukan”

(calm, brother.)

Jake landed after you, the sound of ikran wings announcing his arrival. He climbed down right after you, patting the neck of his own Ikran, bob.

Jake spotted some Yovo fruit trees up ahead, cutting you both down a few as you both sat down on some rocks for  snack break.

Jake leaned back, handing you a half of his own fruit as you muttered a small thank you.

His eyes wandered, as he glanced up at the trees, as if his gaze had become conscious of every shape and sound that surrounded him.

“I remember this place.”

Jake uttered in a soft hum in the air, his line of sight tracing around the figment of  nostalgic fixation in the air.

You raised an eyebrow, munching on your fruit.

“Here? At this spot?”

Jake nods, nudging your shoulder with his knuckles. Pointing to the source of the sound of trickling water.

“The pond. Back when I was training for iknimaya. Way before your time.”

He smirked, as if it was something to brag about.

You rolled your eyes,

“Oh goody. Another one of grandpa's war stories.” 

Jake chucked a Yovo fruit at your head but you caught it effortlessly, not even glancing.

“I’m not that old.” he huffs, clearly impressed at your  heightened reflexes.

You chuckled, flipping your knife in your hand to withdraw it from its place in the sheath on your hip to cut open the fruit.

“Can’t move it like you used to, huh pops?”

“You know, I could have you banished.”

“Than who would save Lo’ak next time he wants to play tag with a thanator?”

Jake ruffled your braids in response to your surmise, clearly holding back a smile.

“Where would I be without ya, kid?”

You shrugged, handing him another half of the freshly cut fruit.

“Probably in one of those healing homes back on earth.”

“You mean nursing homes.”

“Same thing.”

Jake shook his head, letting out a sigh, knowing it was probably spider who taught you such a term.

He glanced around again, brushing in the scenery.

A silence commences between you both, the soft shrills and distant flap of wings within the deep jungle is the only sound that demands attention.

Jake speaks softly, breaking the silence with fragile, yet scrambled steps.

“She never fails to take my breath away.”

You look up at him, watching as he leaned back against the tree, letting his eyes flutter closed.

“Who?” you whisper.

“Pandora.”

He hums in response.

you often forgot Jake wasn’t from this planet. That his true home could only be seen as the sirius among scattered stars. What was it like? Seeing your home from below? The only thing worth touching is the implacable incarnation of your memories.

To hide what was left of yourself, a mere ghost that lingered in the wrinkled corners of your mind.

“What was it like..your home?”

You whispered.

Jake’s ears perk up, his eyes landing on you as he sat up slightly.

He stayed quiet for a moment. Staring up at the sky, his finger gently tracing one of the stripes on his leg as his gaze remained absent.

“It’s like living on a skeleton.”

When he finally speaks, it's quite literally the last thing you would have guessed he would say.

You raised your eyebrow.

“A skeleton..?”

He nodded.

“Earth is just a shell. Like the carcass of an animal. A corpse, almost.”

“I don’t understand.”

He nodded, scooting a bit closer to you, starting to speak again.

“Earth used to be beautiful. So many colors you couldn’t count them all.” 

You nodded, trying to imagine the formless figment of a world in which you’ve never seen.

He closed his eyes, as if trying to remember.

“There was light, lots of it. The air, the sun, the stars…”

You blinked at him.

“What happened to it?”

Jake paused, something creeping behind the orbs of his irises. It's a sickening dark shade of a color he can’t remember, but its bitter aching bones are enough to weaken the courage of a once strong rhythmic heartbeat.

It’s a shadow of an echo. Gutted inside something hollow and carved out of shivering pulses running to a soured stillness.

“Humans will take until nothing is left. They will gawk at the lights of a stupid billboard instead of noticing the dying grass under their feet.”

What's a billboard? 

You thought, but decided not to ask.

You stayed quiet, staring at the ground.

“That’s why they want this planet. Because they killed their old one.”

Jake nods, sighing almost regretfully.

“They think the na’vi is their greatest enemy, when really, the ones who have killed the most humans are…well, more humans.”

You can’t imagine it. Taking a life without regarding the soul you have soiled. Does the red on their hands not sting their eyes?

And that's when you realized it.

Death hummed shallowly in its own pulsating methods. But even the devil has an advocate.

You killed. You have killed many. And it doesn’t seem to register until that very moment. You never thought to count the number of raids you had accompanied your clan on, Jake appointed you as his main archer when you were only 15.

When rage and grief overshadowed the shallowness of sunlight all you wanted to do was avenge.

An untamed anger was born in you when your parents died. And you swore every arrow you ever shot was in their names.

Zensira.

Kai’lik.

Zensira.

Kai’lik.

How would they look at you now? 

Their little girl. The little girl they loved. Their beautiful, beautiful precious girl who loved to hear her mother sing. Their little girl who loved to carry your big brother spider around, (because your big brother wasn’t so big compared to you.)

Who loved to visit the pond and play with lo’ak. Who liked to make bracelets with kiri and get thrown into the lake by your dad, tossing around your small body when you were 7 as you squealed through the freshwater air.

A killer.

“Y/n? Y/n. Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

Jake placed a hand on your shoulder, but his touch felt cold.

Jake’s voice sounded like your head was under water. Blurred, distant sounds.

Your breath becomes shallow, but you weren’t hyperventilating. You were just…still.

What if you had failed them? What if they were watching you right now?

Knowing you had killed. Not hunted.

Hunting was for survival. To feed your family, your friends, your clan.

This was killing. This wasn’t a need. It was a want. A want for vengeance.

Were you even a na’vi at all? Killing without respect for life even if they were a human.

Your mother forgave. Your father forgot.

And what were you? A disgrace of everything they stood for.

Your voice came out like a whisper. Every thought and feeling swirling around in your head. Despite your silent panic, the air felt eerily calm, and almost mocking ambience.

“Did I disappoint them?”

Jake stilled for a moment, rubbing your back.

“Who?”

“All of them.”

“All of them?”

You swallowed thickly.

“Y/n..you know you can talk to me, right?”

You nodded, staying quiet for a moment as you stared down at your shaking hands.

“Am I a bad person?”

Jake’s eyes widen a bit for a moment, his hand slowly withdrawals from its place on your shoulder.

“Why would you think that?”

“Because sometimes I like the way pain feels.”

Something clicked for Jake at that moment. 

Where you saw your hand bloodied by a manic anger and bones with regretful splintered scars, Jake saw a shadow. A shadow of a distressed consciousness that he once acquainted himself with.

Jake was no stranger to products of war. Even when those products were souls losing their vibrancy. The colors fading into hardened flesh.

Jake had seen war turn people into hollow shells. Unheard prayer scattered and dissipated under a blood-stained sky.

Jake finally spoke, but his words, slow and somber, treaded a steeper meaning.

“You aren’t a bad person, Y/n. You’ve been hurt. Hurt by people even eywa cannot forgive.”

You shook your head, the threat canvassed along perpetual doubts.

“I don’t know why I’m like this.”

You admitted.

Jake places his hand back on your shoulder again.

“Sometimes people like us, soldiers, we start to like the pain because we think it’s the only thing we'll ever deserve. But we don’t like it at all. Not really.”

You can almost see it. The stars are falling again. The tapestry thread being pulled mercilessly. The colors are falling. The sun is turning cold. 

You had to catch them. You had to chase the colors or else they would abandon you again.

Your reflection seems distorted. Liquid glass in the taunting shape of a little girl.

A little girl who knew no bloodshed. No war. No pain. No anger.

You would never be that little girl again. And its all your fault. You wanted to kill someone after your parents died. You wanted to kill every single human that worked for the RDA or even set foot on their base.

It’s sick.

It’s wrong.

It’s vile.

But its you. This wreckage of scars and bruises, tattered tapestries and broken bird songs, its all you.

That all too familiar sting hit the back of your throat, you could feel your gaze numbing.

“I’m beyond fixing.”

You whispered.

“No one is beyond fixing.”

He promised.

“Can you take some deep breaths with me? Just a few, Y/n.”

You followed his instructions, and the red started to simmer away. The air felt forgiving once again, and your throat started to feel normal once again.

You spoke again finally, after a few moments of silence.

“Maybe I should have my na’vi card revoked.”

You chuckled dryly.

Jake patted your back. “You and me both, kiddo.”

“What you feel is normal.”

He added.

“That anger. That vengeance.”

You glanced up at him. “Na’vi are supposed to solve conflict peacefully first. War is just a last resort.”

Jake scoffed.

“I think we’ve reached the last resort awhile ago, Sweetheart.”

You went to speak, but were quickly cut off.

“y/n you are not some kind of psychopath. You don’t kill for no reason. You kill to protect. You fight because something dear to you is threatened, that's what makes a warrior true to their heart, their clan.”

His words eased your anxiety a bit. But the shadow behind the sun still creeped disguised under the warmth of forgiveness.

“I’m not a bad person. I don’t know why I want them to feel pain.”

You whispered.

Sometimes you wondered if pretending to be made out of stone means you’d still break like glass.

War was the type of calm that tranquilized. Drugged you into delusions of comfort.

Somewhere inside you was that little girl. She hates you. She hates you with all her heart.

Somewhere inside you is that 15 year old that’s waiting for neteyam in the rain you swear is just falling stars. She hates you. She hates you with all  her heart.

Somewhere inside you is your mothers daughter. Wondering who did this to you.

You didn’t like violence But you were prone to it. 

You didn’t like war. But you're afraid of the day it no longer has a use for you.

War ruined you. Because war made you angry. And anger tortured you.

You weren’t deserving of sunlight, maybe that's why you familiarize yourself with the bleakness of dusk.

Maybe that’s why you loved Neteyam.

Maybe that’s why you hated yourself.

Maybe that’s why you’ve trained yourself with blood stains and tear tracks.

Your mother was forgiving. She adopted a human child after watching her family die, and hometree fall.

She devoted herself to eywa, a woman true to the kindness of her heart and the flame of forgiveness.

She had seen fire and escaped it.

You had seen fire and burned with it.

The shackles on your wrist. The burning in your throat.

You were a child forced into a warrior.

And maybe it was time to heal, but why didn’t it allow you?

This shadow oppressed you. And maybe this prolonged insanity was a good sanctuary to be understood, not severed. Your bones were made of seared iron, the fissure of a once porcelain excellence.

War had ruined you. And ruined things didn’t deserve to be loved.

Jake pulled you close to him, wrapping an arm around you, you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“You’re one of the fucking strongest people i know. You know that?”

He whispered, and the simplicity of his touch settled an almost agonizing comfort.

“Can you fix me?”

You whisper.

Jake shook his head.

“Y/n.  You are not something to be fixed. You need to be healed. And I know you can do it. And we’ll be right beside you the whole damn time.”

You let yourself close your eyes.

“You're a soldier, kid. Just like me. A fighter.  It’s all we think we know, all we think we’ll ever deserve. We swear to live and die on that battlefield.”

You nod.

“Sometimes it feels like the battlefield is the closest to home.”

Jake speaks once more,

“Until you find someone who feels a little closer.”

By the way he smiled softly, you knew he was talking about Neytiri.

You leaned further into his shoulder, and he patted your back.

“You know, back on earth, we have a special way of dealing with cases like these. Soidlers who need trauma relief.”

You blinked at him, immediately intrigued.

“You do? How?”

“Therapy.”

You tried the strange human word out on your tongue.

“Ther…ah…pey-

There-a-pay-”

“Therapy.”

Jake corrected gently.

“What’s that?” You asked, as Jake stood up, putting his knife back in his sheath.

“Its where you go to someone who can help you talk things out. Iv’e seen a few back in my days. Military psychologists are what we call em’.”

You raised your eyebrow.

From spending time with max, norm, and spider, you knew that humans had a different way of dealing with their feelings than na’vi did. But this new information peaked your interest.

“How can i find one?”

Jake paused.

That’s a damn good question.

He thought to himself.

He hummed for a moment, petting bobs neck and you put your bow back in its place on your saddle.

“How about this, every few days, you and I can meet.”

Jake proposed.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Where?”

He shrugged. “Anywhere you want. We can go to one of the mountains, or the stream, or the caves, whatever. It can be private. And we can talk like you would to a therapist.”

You considered it for a moment, but after all, maybe this would fix you.

You shook on it and agreed.

“Deal.”

Jake ruffled your braids and smiled.

“Attagirl. Lets get moving. Those yerik are probably at the lake by now. I’ll race you.”

You mounted Kailo, rolling your eyes.

“I don’t abuse the elderly.”

“Oh fuck off i’m not that old.”

You faked a wince as jake mounted Bob.

“Oo, careful grandpa. You shouldn't be moving too much like that.”

Jake flipped you off.

“Kiss the darkest side of my blue as-”

Before he could finish, You and Kailo took to the skies. 

☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ 

Back at high camp..

Neteyam’s pov:

Lo’ak groaned as he laid in his hammock.

Today felt like small pieces had been torn out of it. The absence of my father, my mother, Kiri and Y/n all contributed to this unease.

It fascinating how easily little pieces of things leave something so unstructured when certain routines in your life undergoes a sudden cessation. Only fragments of familiarity keep me company today.

Oh, yeah. That and Lo’ak’s bitching.

I’m never one to complain. Not really. But Lo’ak…He was my personal acception.

I’ve been stuck with him since this morning. My father took Y/n out to hunt early before I awoke, and my mother and Kiri have gone to assist my grandmother in the Tsahik tent. Lo’ak lost his flight privileges after that little stunt he pulled during the raid, and I don’t feel like going anywhere alone. I offered to join my father last night on his hunt this morning, but my father insisted he and Y/n go hunting alone.

I offered to help my grandmother, but Kiri beat me to it. My mother asked me to stay home and start preparing for tonights meal. So here i was hunched over chopping up root vegetables while I was stuck in this void we called home. I felt detached today. Like the world just floated around me while I remained rooted like a weathering tree.

My accidental overhearing over my sister and Y/n talking last night is still fresh on my mind.

“Dude..I think you’re done with that one.”

Lo’ak’s voice finally reaches my ears.

I lift my head, and he points down to where i had clearly been so distracted, i had diced the poor vegetable into tiny pieces, too small to be cooked over a fire. They would shrivel away in the smoke.

I threw them to the side, trying to refocus.

“What is up with you today?” Lo’ak interrogates instead of asking. I keep my eyes down, shrugging.

“Nothing. Why?”

He shrugs, mocking my movements, leaning back in his hammock, leaving his leg to dangle, his toes brushing the ground.

“Dunno. You just seem kinda…off?”

I sigh, scraping the new batch of chopped vegetables off the carved board i was cutting them on and into the wooden bowl with my knife.

“Just a bit tired. I didn’t get much sleep last night”

Technically, that wasn’t a lie. Which seems in my favor, if you remember from earlier, I’m a shit liar. 

Memory was a funny thing. It claws at your mind until you grant it consciousness, and then it romances itself with such scandalous notions. Unforgiving us for ever dreaming of forgetting.

It wants to awake something in us that we can only pray stays dead.

I knew I shouldn't have been listening to Y/n’s words. I knew I should have been asleep.

But know that it’s found me, it captures me.

I want to exist in her mind not only as a figment, because there’s one particular part that is beating the shit out of me.

‘I don’t hate him anymore. I hate the delusions of himself he put inside my head.’

I used to think she only hated me. Hated me for my ignorance, my hesitance, my fear.

I hated it too.

But no. She hated me because she thought i lied to her, gave her something so precious, so inexplicably binding only to shatter it infront of her eyes.

My love for her was never a lie. It was never a joke, or a ruse, or a figment in this phantom of longing that looms over me. 

I couldn’t allow this to go on any longer. That I knew for sure.

Unfortunately, getting to Y/n was a wall i couldn’t seem to climb.

When she wasn’t out hunting or strategizing air strikes with my father, she was with spider, and Spider didn’t let me go within 5 feet of Y/n.

I had to admire him for it, despite him becoming a vicissitude in the middle of my current mission, I had to give him some slack as a fellow oldest sibling.

If anyone had hurt kiri, or tuk (when she came of age to engage in such ‘romantic affairs’) ,  if anyone hurt them the way I hurt y/n, I’d probably have to put my mother’s years of archery lessons to use. Granted, My father would probably skin the poor bastard and wear him as a coat before I even got a chance.

I can’t blame him for protecting Y/n. 

I try to think further as i continue chopping, my tail flicking behind me.

I decide Kiri is my best option. I’ll find her when she returns from Tsahik’s tent. Eywa please, just give me one chance. I swear i’ll-

“Where’s Tuk?”

Lo’ak suddenly pipes up, he probably got bored with his own laziness.

I glance up at him as i scarped off my knife.

“Kyuna picked her up this morning to take her to play with popiti for the day.”

Lo’ak raised an eyebrow.

“Kyuna?”

I nodded, not looking up.

“Your new mate?”

I don’t like the way he said ‘new mate’. As if i had one in the first place.

I shake my head, slightly annoyed.

“She’s not my mate. I’m not interested in kyuna.”

“Tuk said-”

“Tuk doesnt know what shes talking about.”

Lo’ak shrugs, leaning back to sit up a bit, looking at me with skeptical eyes.

“What’s really going on with you?”

“I don’t know what you speak of.”

He scoffs. “I’m not stupid, Neteyam. You’re acting off. You have all morning, all day, and even now. Whats the deal?”

I place my knife down, glaring at my brother.

“I don’t owe you an explanation. Okay?”

The tent falls silent, and I continue on with my chores, I hear Lo’ak mutter a small apology under his breath. I cave.

“No, I’m just tired..I shouldn’t have snapped like that.”

Lo’ak nods, fidgeting with his songchord.

“If you don’t want kyuna…You aren’t thinking about Y/n. right?”

Lo’ak was more than displeased when I started courting y/n. And he didn’t try to hide it either.

Lo’ak loves y/n. Not romantically. But he loves her. 

It’s the kind of closeness that isn’t sex or intimately deep.

Lo’ak always felt like the distant star in our family. The one who strays from the perfect rotation of each patterned path.

His hands were stained with hunger. Imperfect painted sun blood stained skies.

Lo’ak’s trust in us was ghostly and transluscent. He didn’t always feel like he fit the shape carved for him.

Lo’ak’s imperfect edges, sharpened and rough, scarred and edged to a point.

He found his place between Spider and Y/n. His bestest friends. Two people he would die for.

Found his own sky.

Dark blue and purple hues and the warmth of pale moonlight, he found his place.

When Lo’ak found something that accepted him, he protected it with his life.

And I can’t blame him. Being in love your brother's best friend is awkward. 

Lo’ak was afraid of me stealing that away from him.

Of me invading his circle.

The reality of a sacrifice is an odd, unevenly constructed abstraction.

People don’t think I was born from my mother, rather I was carved from stone and polished to a pristine hue of gold.

My parents expected me to build myself wings and fly further than anyone had ever tried.

When the line wasn’t perfectly straight, it was erased and made a new slate. Blank. Perfect. Spotless.

And sometimes, I’m not neteyam to my parents.

I’m my mother, just a younger version.

I am my father, worn thin from a war and plagued by my past promises.

I’m just a shell of something that was no more. Something to refill with their own pieces of the past.

My skin and soul is only stitched out of parts of them. But only the unscathed parts.

Anything that dared to be less than that was indescent. Unworthy of the light.

My mother’s anger, my fathers guilt, was a far too discolored shade to be seen in the sky.

My existence was like a kaleidoscope of muted colors. A prism turned prison.

I think I’ve forgotten how to slouch. How to sit with an unwelcome posture. How to fidget and how to fantasize.

My entire life is full of sacrifices.

Sacrificing y/n for my future.

Sacrificing my brothers best friend. My future mate.

But I’ll be damned if I loose her again.

So, I lie for the second time.

“No. I wasn’t thinking about y/n, idiot.”

Lo’ak nods,

Leaning back, closing his eyes. I mentally high five eywa because he doesn’t interrogate me further.

“You know, instead of taking a nap, you could be helping me.”

I huff, and fight the urge to roll my eyes, and he sighs dramatically.

“Neteyam, I’m too pretty for slave labor.”

I throw a vegetable at his head and he hisses in pain.

“Fuck you. That’s sibling abuse.”

He whines.

“I’m about to abuse my responsibilities with this knife if you don’t get up off your lazy ass and do something useful with your existence.”

I point my knife at him and he groans, standing up and leaving the hammock.

“Easy there, big bro. Spider will be here soon.”

I raise my brow, an uneasy feeling settling in my chest.

“Spider? Here?”

He nods.

“Yeah. We have chores to do too, ya know.”

I shake my head, slicing the new vegetable horizontally, watching the colored juices trickle down the roots and stain the cutting board.

“No. Not here. You know how mother feels about spider.”

Spider was my mother’s foil. An old term our father taught us.

My mother owed Zensira her life. And she swore to her a long time ago, that if anything happened to her or ka’lik, she would step up to be a mother to y/n, the same went for my father.

But Zensira didn’t have one child. She had two. Spider was not biologically her child, but he was treated like her son all the same. Living in Y/n’s family’s tent, being cared for, the same way any mother would nurture a child.

My mother made promises for y/n. But she never made any for spider.

I don’t think she ever will.

To her, she was a demon. And alien. The type of animal with no hope of survival, but refuses to die. Remains unyielding even under the unwelcoming atmosphere of pandora.

He was an actor. A pathetic excuse of a performance.  A pale child painted blue.

My mother loves y/n the same way she loves tuk and Kiri. Would go the same lengths for her as she would for any of her children, and the same thing applies to my father.

Spider was allowed everywhere in high camp except our family’s hut.

My grandmothers hut was an exception, because it was a communal place in our clan. 

But my mother refused to have any sky demon’s presence scathe the memories of her home. Her only safe place. Where she raised her children and started her new life.

That’s probably why Lo’ak spent so much time at Y/n’s hut when he was little. It was one of the only places he could be comfortably with both Y/n and Spider at the same time.

“You know how mom feels about spider in the hut.”

Lo’ak’s expression is blanked with disinhibited concern and a genuine lack of guilt.

“Mom isn’t here. She’ll be gone all day. Plus, we’re making y/n some new arrows. She’s on that group hunt tonight.”

I crossed my arms.

“And who allowed you to mess with her supplies?”

Lo’ak scoffed. Placing his hands on his hips with a cocky grin.

“The mighty archer herself. I’ve been appointed by Y/n and tasked with a very important job. Who am I to decline her?”

“Just make sure he isn’t here for long. She can smell him if he’s been in here. You know mom’s senses.”

Lo’ak waves me off, standing to his feet, grabbing the small baskets of purple and red feathers y/n used for the fletching of her arrows, and starts to tie them to the shaft of the arrow.

Spider joined him not long after, the two if them sat in the middle of the tent, crafting arrows and talking.

Spider glanced at me after finishing another arrow.

“So where is everyone today?”

“Father took Y/n hunting. My mother and Kiri are assisting grandmother- and Tuk is with popiti.”

Spider raised an eyebrow at me, his mask fogging up momentarily with each breath.

“Who? Popiti?”

Lo’ak rolled his eyes.

“Kyuna’s little sister.”

Spider nodded in realization, then his expression soured.

Lo’ak snorted. “Neteyam’s new mate.”

“For the 5th time, she’s not my mate.”

Spider chuckles along with him and I swear i’m losing neurons from just breathing the same air as Lo’ak and Spider.

Or really, just Lo’ak.

I stood to my feet as i heard footsteps outside. Tuk must’ve  finished up her activities with Popiti for the day.

Usually, It was An’kora. Popiti’s mother, who walked Tuk home in the afternoons.

But when I opened the flap. I’m faced with a face that isn’t my little sister, her braids slightly disheveled from a day of wild fantasies and games of tag. 

A na’vi girl, with mid length braids and a beaded top smiles at me so sweetly it’s sickening. 

You know those kinds of people that you've known since your childhood, and you always knew in one way or another, they would grow up to be assholes?

Yeah. That's Kyuna.

Kyuna was the girl that never let Spider or Kiri, Or Lo’ak play any of her games because of their ‘sky people germs'. 

Kyuna was the girl that told everyone not to sit next to Y/n in the communal lessons we attend as children, telling everyone that she lived with a human boy who gave her diseases.

She does this thing where she laughs into her hand, and leans on the person closest to her, expecting them to allow her access nto their personal space as if the world had her name written on it.

She bows slightly, her movements unnecessarily exaggerated as she raises her two fingers to her forehead and dips them down.

“Oel ngati kameie, Neteyam.”

I return the gesture, nodding at her.

“Kyuna. It’s good to see you.”

No it’s not.

She bats her eyes at me, and my annoyance only simmers away when a familiar smaller na’vi body slams herself into my leg, pressing her head into my hip.

I chuckle softly, ruffling Tuk’s braids.

“Hey Tuk-Tuk. Did you have a fun time?”

I pat her shoulder as she opens her mouth to speak, her big eyes sparkling before she’s cut off by a shriek-like voice.

“Oh she had tons of fun! Her and Popiti just ran around for hours playing their silly little games.”

When you're an older sibling, you start to catch onto things. You start to memorize your younger siblings' habits, mannerisms, movements, even the slightest twitch of their tail. 

Tuk was a creature of habit. And I could tell by the way she gently tugged on my loincloth, and the way she tucked herself behind my arm, she was uncomfortable.

I reach my hand out, and she takes it within a split second, gently borrowing herself in the space behind me.

I lean down a bit, keeping my hand in it’s place on her shoulder.

“Are you hungry? Why don’t you go on inside, yes? Spider and Lo’ak are already sitting. I’m sure Lo’ak would love to make you some seed-leaf wraps.”

Her tail flicks at the mention of her favorite snack, and she finally cracks a smile, before jogging inside.

“She’s adorable. Isn’t she??”

Kyuna sighs in an almost dreamily manner, I stand up straight again to face her.

“My mother was informed An’kora was taking Tuk home today. Did something come up?”

She waves me off, ridding my concern from the air.

“Mother got tied up on foraging duty. I figured I'd watch the girls and walk Tuk home.”

I nod, slowly. “Ah. Well, thank you for taking her home.”

She smiles, tilting her head like a viperwolf begging for scraps.

“Oh. No need to thank me. She’s precious, that little Tuktirey.”

I never liked the way she talked about my sister. Her tone was almost mocking, as if she was describing a doll or some kind of inanimate object. 

“Well. I should get going. I don’t trust lo’ak alone with the firepit and Tuk is probably hungry-”

“My father wanted me to invite you on his next hunt. Are you free midday tomorrow?”

I wasn’t surprised when she offered. It’s all she talked about the last 4 times I had saw her.

The one time I did agree, all the man would talk about was what kinds of flowers Kyuna liked, and how no one had courted her yet.

My eywa, I wonder why.

There’s an unsteady rhythm that inhabits itself in my chest. The kind that sets off warning signals in your brain.

I scratch the back of my head awkwardly, my knuckle brushing my tswin.

“It’s a kind offer, really. But I’m already expected to join the night hunt tonight. The one led by y/n and my father.”

She stared at me with some notion of unrequited enamour, and I almost feel bad for her.

“I’m sorry. Maybe another time?”

She nods, her tail swishing behind her.”

“Of course. I’d expect nothing less from the future olo’eyktan of our clan.”

The emphasis on my title seems almost slurred, and my body instinctively takes a step back the moment she takes a step forward.

“Yes, well, my training has only been increasing.”

“Such a strong warrior. A man of the people. I’m surprised you don’t have the women of our clan falling at your feet. Oh, wait You do!”

Why was she yelling? I’m literally two feet in front of her.

I shifted uncomfortably on my feet.

“I should get back inside, kyuna.”

“One more thing, Neteyam?”

I don’t turn my body fully towards her, but my eyes focus on her figure nonetheless.

“There’s been rumors.”

Something twists in my stomach the moment she says that. Like a static running blank. Or soundwaves straightening into lines.

“What?”

“People talk. And there’s been word that the future olo’eyktan of our people will never find his tsahik.”

I groan, dragging my palm down my face.

“Don’t bother me with such matters, Kyuna. All this talk of the future that is too far away to be treading towards. My father is too stubborn to give up his place that fast. He will remain olo’eyktan for a long time before I take his place.”

She shrugs, crossing her arms.

“All i’m saying is..”

She takes another step, her chest nearly touching mine.

“You are wanted for more than you think. The women of this clan practically swoon over the thought of being by your side, and you haven’t even blinked at them.”

I click my tongue, averting my eyes.

“My future mate is none of your business. Nor is it the clans. Not now, at least.”

She goes to speak; but before she can utter her next words, Lo’ak came stumbling out of the tent with a less than pleased expression on his face.

“Bro.”

He tugs on my arm, gagging exaggeratingly.

“Tuk threw up- it’s a mess in there. Whatever Kyuna fed her is NOT sitting well.”

I blink at my brother, but it quickly registers that something wasn’t right.

“Are you sure? She seemed fine when she came home-“

“Dude. I know barf when I see it.

She must have ate something bad at Popiti’s.”

Kyuna was stunned, crossing her arms in an offended manner.

“I beg your pardon? Tuk didn’t eat anything at my place today.”

Lo’ak scoffed.

“Uh huh. Sure. You’re probably just trying to poison my sister. Aren’t you? Our father will be hearing about this!”

My main concern at the moment is Tuk.

“Excuse me-“

I muttered to Kyuna as an excuse for a goodbye, shoving past Lo’ak to my family’s tent, expecting to see a poor Tuktirey doubled over, regurgitating what was either late breakfast or early lunch, when instead all that comes into view is Tuk sitting cross-legged next to spider, as he starts methodically picking out some of the different seeds from the assorted bowls we used to prepare our meals. As he sat making leaf wraps for a suspiciously fine looking Tuk.

I crouched down next to her, feeling her forehead and keeping a hand gently on her back.

“Are you okay, Tuk?”

She nodded, blinking up at me.

My eyes flicker up when Lo’ak enters the tent, whistling as if nothing just happened.

“Lo’ak, Tuk seems fine..”

I trail off.

He winks at me.

“Your welcome. Kyuna left us in peace.”

Pain in the ass or not, I have to admit, Lo’ak was smarter than we give him credit for.

when I finally finished peeling the vegetables, I left them in their basket and enjoyed a break with Tuk, Lo’ak, and Spider.

We all sat eating Spider’s very poor excuse of a seed-leaf wrap. But they worked, for some odd reason no one could place.

Spider didn’t eat, because of his mask, so i guess he settled for conversation.

“So, Tuk. How was your playdate?”

Tuk nods eagerly, talking through a mouth full of seed-wrap.

I reach for the extra cloth in my loincloth pocket, letting her wipe her mouth before speaking normally again.

“It was fun. But I don't think I like Kyuna anymore.”

Lo’ak scoffed, high fiving tuk.

 “Put er’ there sis. Neither do I. She’s a bitch.”

“Lo’ak. Language.” I scold, smacking his head lightly.

He rolls his eyes.

“Fine. Shes a B-I-T-C-H. Better?” Spider laughs. Leaning back.

Lo’ak shoves him.

“Oh and what’s so funny? Mr, ‘i’m afraid of women’?”

Spider shakes his head, raising his pointer finger to poke lo’aks chest.

“Correction. I’m afraid of your mother and Y/n.”

“Everyones afraid of Y/n.”

I ignore Lo’ak and Spider’s bickering, turning my attention to Tuk.

“Was Kyuna bothering you?”

She shook her head, taking another bite. Speaking through a mouth full of food

“Nuh-uh. But she kept asking me if you were home, and if you had received any courting gifts yet, or if you wanted to go hunting with her.”

I bit my tongue tounge, smoothing down some of tuk’s stray braids.

“How about this, Next time, I’ll walk you home from Popiti’s.”

She nodded and took another bite of her food.

“I don’t think she should be your mate anymore”

Tuk shakes her head disapprovingly, crossing her arms over her chest.

Spider raises an eyebrow.

“Kyuna and you are a mated pair? Since when?”

Lo’ak snickers and I groan.

“For the last time, she is not my mate.”

Tuk blinks at me before speaking again.

“Can you mate with y/n instead? She’s nicer.”

I shove another leaf wrap into her hands.

“How about we play the quiet game for a bit?”

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[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Body of Christ

Pairing || Beefy!CatholicPriest!Bucky x Inexperienced!Innocent!Virgin!Female!Reader

Summary || There’s a new young priest in town, and there’s something very unholy about him…

Word Count || 2600

Contents & Warnings || Angst, Smut, Dark/Taboo Themes — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, dub-con/non-con, religious themes, blasphemy of religion, sacrilegious acts, catholic mass, biblical references, sexual content involving a catholic priest, strict/religious parents, explicit content/language, age-gap (reader is early 20’s, Bucky is early/mid 30’s), sexual thoughts and acts, size kink, corruption kink, authority kink, masturbation (female), mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note || For months now I’ve been wanting to write for Priest!Bucky and it’s finally here :D Feedback/reblogs are much appreciated, and it lets me know that you want more writing for Priest!Bucky and my writing in general :)

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While your alarm clock chimed in that it was time to wake up, you slowly regained consciousness. It was Sunday, and it was early wake-up time to get ready for church.

You let it ring for a minute, and when it hit 07:27 AM, you pressed snooze to try and squeeze a few more minutes of sleep in before it was time to wake, but the light creeping through the window, hitting your face, wouldn't allow you to get a few more moments of peace, and neither would your mother it seamed. She burst through your bedroom door, trying to put her earrings in while ushering you to get out of bed.

“Honey, what are you still doing in bed? We have to leave in 20 minutes!”

“I'm getting up, mother,” you said in the sweetest tone, like the sweetheart your mother knew you were. When she left, you exhaled in annoyance and rolled your eyes. You usually loved to go to church, but today was one of those days where all you wanted was to lay in bed. The only way to stay home was to fake being sick, which you had done a few times in your life, but you knew the Lord wouldn't be pleased with you for lying.

A minute or two went by before the alarm rang once more. You let it ring for a few seconds before you pressed the off button and headed to the bathroom. As you step into the bathroom, you hop in the shower for a quick five-minute rinse to get the sleep off you and freshen up.

With your white cotton panties and matching bra on your body, you walk to your closet to find something to wear. Since it's rather hot outside, you decide on a lovely summer dress. The dress goes below your knees, stopping halfway on your shins. The neckline is open and square but still doesn't give too much away, while the shoulders have a little puff to them. The arms are open and bare.

You look at yourself in the full-length mirror in your bedroom, adoring the lovely flower patterns on your dress. This would do. You do your face the bare minimum—filling in your eyebrows, putting on some mascara and applying a thin coat of lipgloss.

“Honey! Are you ready? We have to leave!”

“Coming!”

You examine yourself one last time in the mirror-giving yourself a nod of approval. You look pretty and presentable for church.

As you walk down the stairs, your parents are waiting for you at the foot of them. There's a disapproving expression on your dad's face at your chosen attire; for him, it's too much exposure and make-up. He shakes his head once you reach the bottom, arm crossed over the other.

“I don't like what you're wearing,” he voices sternly.

“I-I'm sorry, daddy.” You looked down in shame. It wasn't that bad, but with your dad being the town's police chief and highly conservative and religious, he always wanted his family to be on their best presentation and behaviour.

“There is no time for you to change now, so let's go, but this will have some repercussions, young lady,” he says in the same tone of voice.

“Yes, daddy.”

Your mom doesn't say a thing, as she knows that no matter what she tells him, your dad's opinion will never change.

With shame and guilt, you walk to the car and sit in the back, hugging yourself and giving yourself comfort on the five-minute car journey to the church.

——

Once you arrive, you see that almost everyone in your small town is attending church today. Which was unusual, but there was a reason for that, and you had almost completely forgotten that today was somewhat of a particular day. For a few weeks now, there's been talks and gossip in the community about a new young priest, Father James, that would be holding his first mass today. He would be taking over for Father Jacob, who was becoming old, frail and more and more creepy and senseless with the years. A fresh start with a new and sharp priest was needed for your small town.

There was a bit of a queue up to the church doors. Everyone stopped in the doorway to greet Father James and wish him luck. You stood on your tiptoes to try and get a glimpse of him, but there were too many people in your way. You could hear his voice over the chatter as you and your parents inched closer to him.

The sound of his voice was alluring and heavenly, warm and likeable, and you knew that he would have everyone captivated during the sermon while standing at the altar. You could get used to that voice, listening to him preach about God, listening to him talk about life and everything with it, having him whisper in your ear about…

“Honey?” Your mom shook your shoulder.

You inhale a slight gasp as you get snapped back into reality from the daydream you had escaped into, not even realising that you had gone into your world within.

“W-what?” Your voice was trembling and unsteady.

“Aren't you going to greet Father James?”

“Huh?” You peered at your mother, slightly confused and disoriented. She gives you an encouraging nod and a smile.

“I'm really sorry, Father, my daughters rather shy at times,” she laughs sweetly.

You hadn't even realised that you'd moved up the stairs and that it was your turn to meet the new priest. You take a second to get your bearings in order and finally look up at Father James for the first time, and upon looking at him, you are so glad that you didn’t decide to stay in bed today.

He displays a sweet and beautiful smile that lights up his gorgeous face. A wave of unknown feelings and emotions hits your chest as you take him in, all of him.

He was Godly handsome. He looks like one of those men you secretly dream and have unholy thoughts about late in the night, which you know is a great sin, but you couldn't help yourself at times.

He has semi-long hair that stops just above his shoulders, which looks so soft and silky. You wonder how it would be to run your hands through it. Your fingertips twitch in need and desperation to feel it.

His beard is starting to come through, making him look very rugged, which is a very unusual feature on a priest. You wonder how it would feel against your bare skin.

His beautiful blue eyes were to drown in. You wanted to get lost in them and never get out, but you could see a hint of darkness and mystery in them. It excited and terrified you at the same time.

Something about him that wasn't hard to miss was how huge and broad he was, practically towering over you, making you feel small and fragile. His chest was firm and puffed out, making his black shirt cling to him tight. The buttons on his shirt struggled to keep the material closed, and there was just something about his white clerical collar than tied his looks so perfectly together.

You must have gone into your own world again because your mother was calling your name once more.

“I'm really sorry, Father; she usually isn't like this.”

“No problem at all. It can be quite intimidating meeting new people. Hello, I'm Father James.” He gives you his hand, which was unusual for you since Father Jacob never offered his hand to the women and children, only to the men.

“O-oh, sorry. Hello, Father; it's a pleasure to meet you.” With slight hesitance, you placed your smaller hand into his bigger one. His hand practically swallowed yours wholly. It felt nice having his soft touch on you. His upper arm looked like it would burst through the material of his shirt at any moment as he gave you a light squeeze. You wondered what abilities those magnificent hands and arms possessed.

You gave him a sweet and polite smile, accompanied by a small curtsy, just like your mother had taught you to do when meeting someone new. There was a slight smirk on Father James’ face as he quickly looked you up and down.

“The pleasure is all mine.”

Again, you started to get lost in him, but luckily this time, your dad opened his mouth to usher his family inside; the queue behind was becoming impatient.

“Come on, girls, let's not keep Father James busy.”

“I'll see you, good folks, inside.” Father James bid you farewell for now.

As you went past him, you sneaked a quick peek at him through your lashes and saw that he was keeping his gaze at you as you walked past, giving you a wink. You felt yourself heat up, and you proceeded to look down at your feet so no one could see how flustered Father James had made you. All his words and gestures, what did it all mean?

As you and your parents found your seat, you tried to push it out of your head for the time being. You were in church. This was not an appropriate time to go down that rabbit hole.

“Honey, are you alright?” Your mother noticed your dissociative state and got concerned—her hand on your shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze.

“I-I’m sorry, mother, I'm just very hot today,” you lied. You didn't feel bad about lying since it was technically the truth; it was a very hot day out.

“I'm sorry, baby; you'll feel better now that we are inside.”

“Yes, mother.”

To try and get your mind off Father James, you turned around to one of your good friends sitting behind you with her family and started chatting to her while waiting for the sermon to start.

A bell rings, and everyone in the church stands up. The sermon starts with Father James, clad in the sacred vestments, going in procession to the front, led by the altar boy carrying the cross. Father James genuflects before he walks to the altar to show his respect to God.

He officially begins mass with the sign of the cross; “in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.” Everyone crosses themselves as he says it.

“... Amen,” all in the room say in unison.

He begins leading everyone with an opening prayer; “Let us Pray.”

“Lord Jesus Christ, Your name above every other name, we praise you. We pray that your name is blessed now and forever, in good times and in bad, from east to west. Your name is worthy of praise. Your name is powerful. Your name rules over the nations. Your glory is higher than the heavens. Your name is beautiful. Let us praise the name of the Lord together. Through Jesus Christ, our Lord, Amen.”

That was a beautiful prayer, you thought. Father James’ love and respect for God was beautiful and powerful, making tears form in your eyes.

Everyone sits down as Father James is about to begin the first reading…

After a captivating and beautiful sermon led by the new priest, it was time to take Holy Communion.

You and your parents are standing in line to approach the altar to receive it—your father in front, your mother in the middle, and you behind her. The closer you get to the altar, the more nervous and excited you get, practically shaking, that you'll be in Father James’ presence once more.

Once it's your turn, you take a deep breath before taking the two steps to where he's standing. You bow in acknowledgement of Christ’s presence and look into Father James’ eyes. They're intently fixated on you. They are much darker than when you previously looked into them. A dark cloud of something wicked swims in them. It makes you swallow the lump that had formed in your throat.

“The Body of Christ,” he says while holding up the Host in front of you.

You keep looking into his eyes and say, “Amen.”

You open your mouth and stick your tongue out a little to receive the Body of Christ. Father James places the Host on the surface, and with the pad of his thumb, he caresses the tip of your wet tongue. His thumb drags down and pulls your bottom lip with it before placing his hand by his side again. A sinister smirk forms on his lips, and his tongue darts out to wet them as he takes in the sight of you.

You are entirely frozen in place. Eyes wide and doe as you stare into his ones that are now completely possessed by the Devil himself. Your heart beats a million miles per hour, and your skin tingles. You would think that you would be scared and disgusted at his actions, but no, no, you want more. You want more of what this man has to offer. You want him to do things to you, unspeakable things that not even you yourself quite understand.

The new and unknown emotions are becoming too much for you, and you must leave his powerful presence before you faint in front of everyone.

“T-thank you, F-Father.”

You bow down once more, and with shaking legs, you leave the altar, skipping the Blood of Christ. You wouldn’t have been able to do it on two standing feet.

Once you sit down with your parents again, you clench your thighs and eyes to try and stop the aching you are experiencing in your intimate area; your cotton panties were damp with your excitement and arousal. Your bundle of pleasure is begging to be touched and caressed. This is one of the greatest sins, and you're experiencing it in a church of all things. God could not be pleased with you now, and you know that you'll need to repent for your sins later…

——

In bed that night, you just can't seem to get Father James out of your mind. You try with all your might to fall asleep and think of something else, but the events from today cloud your mind and make you pulsate down below, your panties becoming wet once more.

You know you shouldn't touch yourself. You know it's a great sin. Your parents, especially your father, have drilled into your brain repeatedly that God says it's dirty and the devil's work to touch oneself and bring pleasure upon your body, but sometimes you can't help yourself. The euphoric feeling was too extraordinary to pass upon, and you couldn't understand why God would be against a sensation that made a person feel good? Doesn't God want us, his creations, to be happy and feel satisfied? God could be very confusing at times…

This night wouldn't be the first night you'd touched yourself, but each time it did feel wrong in a way. Especially now when a priest was making your thoughts sinful and unholy, but tonight, the Devil spoke louder than God.

You start by delicately palming your breasts through the thin t-shirt you sleep in, mewling soft cries as you try to imagine big and rough hands touching you instead. Your back arches as your hand glides down your stomach and your legs spread to welcome its touches on your most intimate area. After teasing and toying with the edge of your panties, you finally insert your hand into the soft material, finding yourself slick with excitement.

“Forgive me, Father, for I'm about to sin….”

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You may have mentioned this before. If so, pardon! But I'm curious to know your most recommended shows? Both amongst the current lineup but also your all time faves! - Noah

Noah, my friend, I am SO HAPPY you asked. I have no self control whatsoever so I will be answering this with a thoroughness nobody wants or needs. (also I will answer this question over and over for many reasons: 2 being that A- my tastes/favorites change on a damn-near hourly basis and C- I love dramas so much that I'll always be willing to talk about them!)

Side note: If you take a look at my Whump List Library, you'll see that links are highlighted in purple if it's a favorite (or one I simply really liked) It's safe to assume I recommend all of them but I'll go ahead and list my best of the best!

PLEASE NOTE: If you don't use any of the streaming services these dramas are on, I suggest DramaCool and KissAsian. There are other free services you can use but these two tend to work best for people.

UNDER THE CUT

Vigilante (MDL) - This is by far my favorite drama right now. Like- above all of the other ones that have ever existed. (That's saying something believe me) I'm not exaggerating when I say I watch it every single day. Every single day. I'm mak,ing a whump list for this one and I may have fanfics in progress.

Synopsis: After Kim Ji Yong (pictured above on both sides) witnesses his mother's brutal murder and her attacker's light prison sentence, he begins living two entirely different lives as an adult. On weekdays, he's a model student at the police university (left). During the weekends, he punishes criminals who'd received light sentences and continue to commit criminal acts with the name Vigilante (right). (MDL)

Fuujinshi (MDL) (Whump List) - If I had to choose a favorite Japanese drama, Fuujinshi would be my pick. Like, it's not even close. By a long shot. This drama was recommended to me to make a whump list for and I remain eternally grateful. This is one I rewatch a lot.

Synopsis: Osagami Kakeru is a blade master who is tasked with the mission of sealing the ''blades of filth'' called Kegareyaiba. These blades are born from the dark sides of people's hearts and make those corrupted by that filth murderers. However, with every blade sealed, the filth also affects Kakeru... (MDL)

Healer (MDL) (Whump List) - This is another one of my favorites! It was actually my favorite Korean drama before Vigilante came around. They're definitely similar but I will say that Healer is not nearly as dark as Vigilante. They do, however share some cast members!

Synopsis: Seo Jung Hoo is a special kind of night courier, known only as "Healer" by his clients. For the right price and with the help of a genius hacker, he gets his clients whatever they want, as long as it doesn't involve murder. His latest job leads him to a second-rate tabloid writer, Chae Young Shin, and the successful reporter, Kim Moon Ho. He begins to uncover the mystery of his own shared past with the two reporters, thus putting them all in danger. Can this errand-boy-turned-vigilante save everyone? (MDL)

Duel (MDL) (Whump List) - Another big favorite of mine! This drama has almost every trope you can think of, it's wild. This one has been one I've suggested to people since day one. If Duel has no more fans it's because I'm dead.

Synopsis: Jang Deuk Cheon, a hardened detective cop whose daughter is kidnapped, begins a chase against great odds to solve the mystery of his situation and find his child before it is too late. He starts to hunt down the suspect using the one clue he has: Two men with the same face were at the crime scene.

The Untamed (MDL) (Whump List) - If you know me at all, you know how much I absolutely ADORE this drama. It's my favorite Chinese drama ever and yes, it's another drama I watch over again a lot.

Synopsis: Wei Wu Xian and Lan Wang Ji, two talented disciples of respected clans, meet during cultivation training and accidentally discover a secret carefully hidden for many years. Taking on the legacy of their ancestors, they decide to rid the world of the ominous threat. But in a dramatic turn of events, Wei Wu Xian dies. Sixteen years later, Wei Wu Xian is brought back to life through a self-sacrificing ritual. He conceals himself behind a mask and assumes the identity of his summoner. Soon, Wei Wu Xian reunites with Lan Wang Ji and they start working together to solve the mysteries of the present and unravel the truth behind the events in the past. (MDL)

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Honorable Mentions:

Flower of Evil - (MDL) (Whump List)

He is Psychometric - (MDL) (Whump List)

Sweet Home - (MDL) (Whump List)

The K2 - (MDL) (Whump List)

Semantic Error - (MDL) (Whump List)

(I'm gonna stop here cus I could keep going.)

[mino-diabolik]

DARK FATE — General Prologue [CG]

「Monologue」

Blood is thicker than water. Are we meant to believe a statement like that so blindly? Can familial bonds truly be worth the sacrifice of the relationships we have forged on our own? Perhaps they sculpted us into the people we are today. But can they claim they know us in depth? Can they claim that they will love us even if we do not become what they wished us to? Will they still care for us when we disagree? When we no longer wish to continue what they have started? These shadows press upon us worlds more than the gold of this crown. When our time comes, may we be buried beneath the earth. And not the weight of our name.

[ Location: No Man's Land — Demon Realm ]

Paws land heavily upon the ground. A large wolf of an obsidian coat charges through the overgrown. A young woman sits on its back with ease, clutching to its fur.

DJ: Mind your step, Mystic. This area is notorious for dangerous vegetation.

Mystic: Fret not, my loving Queen. This humble servant shall bring you back safely.

DJ: Oh, shush, boy. Quit jesting.

Mystic: Hahaha! Alright, I get it. I'll be careful.

( I've never been around this area. I suppose listening to mother this once would be for the best. )

The wind whistles loudly. Mystic suddenly slows to a stop.

Mystic: ... ... ...

DJ: ... Mystic? What's the matter?

Mystic: Can't you smell that?

DJ looks around, seemingly taking in her surroundings. She perks up.

DJ: ... ... Yes. Yes, I do.

Mystic: It's...

DJ: ——familiar.

Mystic kneels. DJ climbs down. He gently pushes her to hide.

Mystic: ( What... is that smell?

Why does it seem so familiar? )

—Rustle—

Mystic: ( Something...

There's something coming this way—— )

A branch cracks. Mystic pounces. A young woman startles under the shadows of the forest. Multiple other wolves stand around her.

??? (1): ... ... !

A pair of unknown individuals hurry into view just moments after. Mystic takes a furious stance, his ears pinned back.

DJ: ——Mystic, halt!

Mystic: ... ...?

( What's going on? )

??? (2): Who's there?! Come out right now!

Leaves rustle. DJ emerges. Mystic takes a protective stance in front of her.

??? (2): ... ...

... ... What——?

DJ: Sh—...

... ... Shin?

Mystic: ( ... ... Shin? The Shin?! )

DJ: ... Sob...

DJ walks closer to the man, tears pouring. Her hands quiver, hesitant to even reach for him.

DJ: You're alive...

... ... You're alive!

All of you are!

??? (3): ... ... ...

DJ: Lord Carla.

Carla: I never expected to see you again.

DJ: I could say the same, sir.

Magic swirls. Mystic emerges back into view in his original shape.

Mystic: Mother, what's going on? Who are these people?

Shin: ... ... "Mother"?

Mystic: ( Wow, he's mad now. )

DJ: Shin... this is Mystic. My son.

——Our son.

Carla: What?

Shin: ... ...

Our——!?

Mystic: ( We don't look all that alike. I've certainly got his eyes, though.

——One of them, at least. )

Shin: How could he... ...!?

DJ: Well... don't you remember our final night together?

Shin: ... ... Huh.

Mystic: Okay, too much information——

Shin: ... ... …

Mystic: ( He's staring at me now. )

What?

Shin: I was just thinking how you don't look like me at all.

Mystic: That so? Hah, thank god.

Shin: You——!

Mystic: I know what you're insinuating. I don't appreciate it.

Mystic: And hey, look here——

Mystic inches closer to Shin. He taps a finger right under his left eye.

Mystic: Now, tell me... which eye are you missing?

Shin: ... ...

Carla: As it would seem... Though he lacks many of your features, this boy is truly your flesh and blood.

—Fade—

「Monologue」

The Founders guided us back to their palace. The Banmaden. All with the promise of explaining what had happened in the aftermath of that long distant defeat. "How did you escape?" Mother asked. As it would turn out, the Lunar Eclipse gave the First Bloods the chance to escape. Even with it being a few months away, it’s proximity was enough to weaken the barrier and for their combined power to shatter it. They wandered through the Demon Realm for days, looking over other kingdoms and their linked territories. Mother spoke of her life after she left the Banmaden all those years ago. It was a story I had heard thousands of times. I have never been fond of standing around listening to the elders, so I decided to take the chance to view the terrain.

[ Location: Balcony — Banmaden ]

Mystic: ( So... this is the Banmaden. The Palace of the First Bloods.

I had only ever seen it from afar. Up until now, it and the surrounding area had been locked away by KarlHeinz's magic.

Can't imagine what it must have been like... )

??? (1): ——Excuse me.

Mystic: ... ... !

( Oh…! It's that woman from before. She didn’t say much at our first meeting, so I didn’t really have a chance to pay her any mind.

She really looks a lot like Lord Carla…

I didn't even feel her approach. Scary... )

Hey, um...

??? (1): Kazuha.

Mystic: Kazuha…

Sorry. Didn't hear you step out here.

—Rattle—

Kazuha: Is this yours?

Mystic: ( Father's revolver! )

How did you——?!

Kazuha: You left it unattended at the lounge down the hallway.

What an odd object. It is similar to a cannon. Though, perhaps a smaller version of it.

Mystic: Could you give it back—

Kazuha: I can hear the many bits and parts on the inside.

What is this machine called?

Mystic: ( Has she never seen a firearm? What is she going on about a "smaller cannon"? )

It's a firearm. A revolver. You put bullets in it.

Kazuha: Revolver?

—Click—

Kazuha: Bullets? Are those the cannon balls that go through the mouth of this machine?

Mystic: No, that's not—

Sigh, give it here. Lemme show you.

( Even a child would know how a revolver works... )

( ... Don't tell me... she's actually never seen one? )

( Just how long have these people been locked away in this place? )

Mystic jerks the cylinder open. It clicks and the bullets rattle. He angles the firearm for Kazuha to see.

Mystic: This little thing here is a bullet. They go in the empty spaces inside the cylinder. When you pull down the hammer—the little lever here on the back—it turns, then it's ready to fire.

Kazuha: Remarkable.

... My mother would have loved this artifact...

——Where did you get this?

Mystic: Ah, well, it was a gift from my father.

Kazuha: I wasn't aware Shin owned something like this.

Mystic: No, not that guy.

I'm talking about the man that was betrothed to my mother.

Even though his feelings were never reciprocated, he loves my mother very much. And for that, he raised me like I was his flesh and blood.

Kazuha: ... ... What a spineless man.

Mystic: Huh?

Kazuha: Since you know so much about this machine, I can assume you have the proper knowledge to wield it?

Mystic: Oh, um... sure?

I don't use it often, though.

Kazuha: ... ...

I am sure we will find a use for it.

Mystic: ... ...?

—Fade—

[ Location: Deserted Street — Human Realm ]

—Bang!—

A demon yelps. The bullet quickly consumes the intestines it has latched onto with a sizzle. He drops, howling in pain.

Mystic: Here I thought everyone knew not to make deals with Vipers. Have you learned nothing from history?

Now look at you—

Weeping like a child while you clutch to your guts.

Demon Target: N—no! Have mercy...!

I—I just need some time to get the funds!

It wasn't my intention to disappear!

Mystic: Uh-huh. I'm sure.

Kazuha: Mystic, quit wasting time.

Mystic: Oh, c'mon! Their sob stories are always the best part of the job.

Kazuha: My father said to return early tonight. We have an important matter to discuss during dinner.

Mystic: Ain’t no one told you to tag along.

Kazuha: It is exactly because of that attitude that I did. You have started taking too long. Perhaps a proper deadline would keep you moving.

Demon Target: Yo—you won't get away with this! Just wait until my boss hears of——

Mmmf...!

—Click—

Mystic: Ah-ah-ah. No talkin' with your mouth full. That's not proper at all.

And anyways, my boss—right over there—she’s way scarier. I can promise you it.

Now open wide and taste the barrel well, yeah? I gotta aim for your palate well.

Kazuha: Mystic.

Mystic: Ugh... fine.

Demon Target: Mmf! Sto——!!

—Bang!—

Mystic: Aww, man. Dude had such a pretty face, too. Now look at this mess.

Kazuha: We should head back.

Be sure to clean yourself up before you even take a step in the grand hall. My father will not be pleased with your appareance.

Mystic: Roger that, boss. I'm sure my mother wouldn’t be all that jolly about it either.

Mystic tucks the bloody revolver into a pocket on the inside of his jacket. Crackling and hissing can be heard as the bullets consume all organic matter from the deceased demon's corpse.

Mystic: What's Lord Carla gotta talk to everyone about, anyway?

Kazuha: My father did not specify any topic, strangely enough…

Mystic: ( It's always something with that old man... )

How fuckin' exciting.

Kazuha: Watch your mouth.

Mystic: Sigh... yeah, yeah.

( Not sure what it is...

But I have a really terrible feeling about this. )

—Fade—

[ Location: Grand Hall — Banmaden ]

Utensils clink against plates. The voices of the family echo in the mostly empty grand room.

Carla: ——that is the human with the heart of Menae's daughter.

Mystic: ... ... ...

( Oh... fuck. )

Carla: Flashes of this memory came to me earlier today.

I am not sure how this could have happened, but it must have manifested for a reason.

Shin: What maniac put the heart of a demon in a human body?

Kazuha: ...What are we meant to do, father?

Carla: I have not quite made up my mind about it.

But as far as I am concerned, we cannot allow the pawns of KarlHeinz to continue having possession of something so valuable.

Mystic: ( "Pawns of KarlHeinz"... huh? I suppose that's one way of putting it. )

Shin: Are you saying we should take the girl away?

Carla: I see taking that route as the only viable option at this moment.

Mystic: ... ... ...

( I know exactly who they're talking about.

Oh, Yui, you poor lamb... it really seems like you can't catch a break... )

DJ: ... ... ...

Mystic: ( Mother is looking at me.

She knows of the little lamb. I've spoken to her about Yui multiple times in the past. )

DJ: ... ... ...

Shin: What is it, Des?

Mystic subtly shakes his head.

Mystic: ( Please don't—— )

DJ: ... ... Sigh...

It's nothing, dear. I'm just a little tired, that's all.

Shin: Hah, that's so?

Shin leans close to DJ, the shape of his mouth hidden behind her obsidian hair. She startles. Her faces goes red. Shin backs up with a short chuckle.

—Creak—

Mystic: ——I'm full. Thank you for the meal.

DJ: Mystic, where are you going? Everyone else hasn't finished.

Mystic: I'm sorry, mother. There're some things I forgot to take care of.

Mystic gives DJ a quick side-hug and the rest at the table a short bow.

Mystic: Enjoy your meal!

—Footsteps—

Carla: ... ... ...

DJ: Fo—forgive him, my lord. He's not exactly used to——

Carla: No need. It is none of my concern.

——Kazuha...

Kazuha: Yes, sir.

「Monologue」

I rushed out of the palace. The wheels of the motorcycle kicked up dust as it spun to exit through the Banmaden's gates. My Familiars emerge from the surrounding forest, barking and whining as they chased close behind. I have to warn them. I must get to them before they are found.

Mystic peers up at the sky through crooked branches. The wind whistles in his ears.

Mystic: ( The moon…

… it’s finally turning bloody soon. )

「 General Prologue — End 」

[ Dark Prologue ]

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[i-am-baechu]

Forever (M)

Genre: Space Pirate! Yoongi, Weapon Shifter! Reader, ancient magic, quest time lol, romance, fluff, smut, violence and angst

Summary: The nation of Qepriotan was a doormat nation because of the overruled space pirates and bandits. There was a time when it was thriving but it was all taken away when the Marigold saber went missing. Centuries later, Yoongi’s father thinks he's found the said saber and will use it to become king of Qepriotan. When he requested Yoongi to steal the saber, he was met with something he wasn’t expecting from touching it. A beautiful girl with dark orange eyes stared at him with a blank face.

Warnings: Bad parents, sex (lol), kind of a slow burn, and violence

Authors note: Hey guys! I got fucking sick from the sun. I went to visit my grandma and it was so hot that my body went lol. I would die in the medieval ages. Sorry for the wait!

The nation of Qepriotan was once beautiful. Trees cover every inch with rivers as clear as diamonds flowing through. It was safe and the King, Lee Shin, made sure to keep it like this with the Marigold saber or L/N Y/N. It wasn’t until his son, Cho, started showing signs of anarchy. Shin accepted this because he blamed himself for his son’s attitude. Paying more attention to being a king than being a father and realizing it later when it meant nothing to Cho. In his eyes son, he will always be wrong and there was nothing he could do about it. Fearing the worst, he sent Y/N away to a secret location. Obviously, it wasn’t that secret because this is where our story starts when a space pirate's son touched this mystic weapon and his fate was changed, forever... 

“Yoongi! Stop daydreaming and look at the map!” Min Yoongi sighed to himself and looked away from the stars to look at one of the crewmates with a frown. Yoongi was the captain's son which means no one would hurt him but that just meant physically. The crew hated Yoongi and that was because he didn’t do much on the boat. He would always be in his room looking out his window or playing his piano. He barely talked to anyone that included his father, the crew put together that he thought he was better than them. 

This wasn’t the case. Yoongi hated his father and everything he did. He thought it was wrong of him to steal from nations or just stealing in general. He watched his father steal from the poor and the rich like he was riding a bike. His father loved Yoongi with all his heart and wanted to give him the life that he never had. The only way he was going to do this was by stealing what he wanted or what he thought Yoongi would like. Yoongi’s mother passed away when he was young so he didn’t really have an opinion on her. He heard from others that she was kind and was a well-educated woman (which was rare for pirate wives). Yoongi’s only real opinion of her was that she was beautiful and he was glad that he looked like her.   

Yoongi followed the crewmate to where his father was to look at the map. His father was too busy talking to someone to even notice Yoongi coming into the room and he felt better because of that. He sat at the table and looked at the screen with a bored look. He didn’t understand why he had to look at the map when everyone else could do the same. Looking at the map is boring until it beeps, which is what is happening now. 

“Captain! We're on the island!” 

Why did he even need me here? His dad turned around and looked at Yoongi with excitement, “Yoon, when did you come in?”

He didn’t answer him because his father walked away to the steering wheel. Yoongi shrugged his shoulders and left the area with annoyance. They were in Qerpiotan and he knew that it was going to be boring. No one lives here anymore and he didn’t really know the story behind it but he also didn’t want to know. He was about to go back to his room when he heard a soft voice. He raised his eyebrow and looked around with a confused look. The soft voice was singing but he couldn’t figure out any of the words. He walked away from his room and down the hall more to see if the answer was there but there was nothing, “What the hell?” 

“Yoongi! Your father needs you!” 

Yoongi sighed and put his hand up letting the crewmate know he heard him. He heard footsteps walking away but he still heard that soft voice. It was alluring but he thought he was going crazy. He entered the main room and crossed his arms over his chest as his father gave him a wide grin, “I have good news.” 

“What?” 

“I picked you to take the Marigold saber.” 

Yoongi heard the crew around grunt at this but he just raised his eyebrow at his dad, “Why me?” 

“I thought you would like this. Marigolds were your mother's favorite flower.”

Yoongi sighed and nodded his head, “Fine...I’ll do it.” He knew what his dad was doing. Whenever he wanted Yoongi to do something, he would throw his mother into it. It was annoying and yes, Yoongi could easily say no but his heart told him to do it. 

His father smiled at him and nodded his head, “I can’t wait for you to see the saber. I heard Lee Shin, the king, put magic into the sword.” 

Yoongi raised his eyebrow and looked outside at the ruins of Qepriotan, “Magic?” 

“It’s just a rumor...Now go son, go get the saber.”

Yoongi nodded his head and saw that everyone was glaring at him in the room. Annoyed that they were mad at him for this, they should be annoyed at his father; It wasn’t his decision. He walked down the hall towards the exit and that soft voice started to come back to his ear. It was beautiful and soft, it made him frozen. He just wanted to know where this voice was coming from. He shook his head and exited the ship onto the glider to go down to the ruins. He started to go down and the voice only got louder, he wondered if everyone could hear it or if was he just going crazy. 

He parked the glider next to the rundown castle and he tilted his head at the building. It was ruined but it looked like it was ruined on purpose. He looked back at the ship and then back at the castle, how did his father find this place? He took out his knife and started cutting off the vines that were blocking the door. He kicked the door open and looked around to see pure darkness. The moment he opened the door, the singing got louder. As if he was in the same room with the unknown person. He took out his flashlight and went inside the building.

Out of all the buildings that he was forced to explore, this was different. He couldn’t explain but the aura that this castle was giving made him feel safe. He had no idea how to explain it. He went deeper into the castle and the singing only got louder so he followed the voice. Forgetting the saber altogether, the singing was clouding his mind and he wanted to figure this out. 

He opened another door and some vines hit his head but he ignored it. He walked into another room and saw there was light coming through the cobblestone roof onto something on the floor. The singing stopped and he looked around to see if the singing would come back but alas it didn’t. He walked towards the light and saw the saber staring at him. He tilted his head at the saber and gently touched the gold metal but when he touched it, the singing came back and a bright light blinded him. He looked away from the light and when he looked back, his eyes widened. There was a girl with dark orange eyes staring back at him with a blank expression. She was dressed in a simple light blue dress that stopped at her thighs but the dress was clearly from a different century.   

She blinked her eyes and tilted her head at him as he did the same. She gently placed her hand on his cheek and a small smile appeared on his lips, “H-Hello...”

Yoongi sat there in shock and swallowed some spit, “Hey...are you the Marigold saber?” 

“Y-Yes.” He nodded his head and looked down at her hand on his cheek. He felt his body get hotter when she leaned forward with her blank face, “Are you okay?”

“Don’t worry about me. Are you okay?”

She put her hand down and looked around with a confused face, “What happened? Where's Shin?”

Yoongi's eyes widened at this and gave her a confused look, “King Shin? He’s been gone...it’s been centuries since he's been alive...” 

Her face turned into shock and she looked away from Yoongi to look at the plants around them, “H-He’s gone?” 

“I’m sorry....” 

“It was...it was only a matter of time. I wished he never hid me away, I just wanted to say goodbye.” 

Yoongi felt sad for the girl but he was awkward. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, he never comforted anyone in his life. Especially a girl, “Do you have a name?” 

“Yes, I do. L/N Y/N. What’s your name?” 

“I’m Min Yoongi. Can you stand up?” 

She raised her eyebrow and nodded her head slowly, “I’m sure I can.” 

He stood up and rubbed the back of his neck in a nervous manner, “What the hell am I going to tell Dad?” 

Y/N slowly got up but her legs were shaking and she finally gave in. She fell back on her bottom and looked up at Yoongi with an embarrassed look, “I’m sorry for asking but can you help me?” 

Yoongi glanced down at her and nodded his head, “Yeah.” He put his hand out and she gently placed her hand into his larger one. Their eyes locked onto each other and Yoongi saw her eyes flash towards him. Her hand fit right in his hand but he thought nothing of it, he was just helping a girl up. He brought her up slowly and she fell into his chest. She looked up at him with big eyes and gave him a small smile, “I’m sorry...I guess it’s been a while since I used my legs.” 

“Centuries to be exact.” 

She rolled her eyes and let out a small laugh, “Don’t remind me. Did you hear my singing?” 

He looked down at her and nodded his head, “That’s how I found you, why?”

“That means you're my next wielder.” 

“W-What!?” 

She moved away but intertwined their fingers together with a small smile, “Those who hear singing from weapons are the next wielder...do they not teach you this?” 

Yoongi glanced down at their hands and then back at her with a confused look, “There is no wielder or whatever...I have never heard of that before.” 

“Pity...Well, there is now.”

“How do you change into a sword?” 

She smiled at this and leaned towards his face as Yoongi watched her with wide eyes, “Each wielder is different. With Shin, he would use a mind link with me but with you it's different. It’s a physical touch.” 

“You’ve been holding my hand this whole time and nothing. I think you're just making this up.”

She closed her eyes and shook her head. She stood on her tippy toes and placed her forehead on his, “Close your eyes.”

He rolled his eyes but he did what she told him to do. As soon as he closed his eyes, the touch on his forehead disappeared and a new weight appeared in his hands. He opened his eyes and saw the saber staring right back at him, “What the hell?” 

“I told you it was different. Now to change me back, touch the orange crystal.” 

“What the fuck is going on today?” He gently touched the crystal and with flashing lights, Y/N was in front of him again. She gave him a small smirk as he looked at her with a blank expression (it was a lot to take in), “See I told you.”

He sighed and rubbed his forehead roughly. His watch started beeping and cursed under his breath. He pushed a button on the watch and brought it up to his mouth, “What?”

“Are you having trouble, son?” 

This isn’t what I need right now. “I’m fine. I’ll be up there in a few minutes.” 

“Okay, son.” 

He glanced at Y/N as she watched with her head tilted, “What’s that?” 

“A watch. I need you to turn back into the sword.” 

“Okay, where are we going?” 

Yoongi let out a fake laugh and shook his head, “Home, I guess.” 

The ship erupted in cheers when Yoongi entered the main room. He gave an awkward smile and nodded his head toward everyone, “Are they always this loud? I guess that's fun.”

Yoongi wanted to laugh but he kept it in. His father went up to him and put his hand on his shoulders with a proud smile, “How do you feel?”

“The same, I guess.”

“I’m going to let you keep it. You deserve it.”

“Thanks...” 

Yoongi walked back to his room and locked the door. He touched the orange crystal and Y/N gave him a comforting smile, “You really don’t like your dad.”

“You can say that. Do you eat?” 

Y/N let out a small laugh and nodded her head, “Of course, I eat.”

“Well I didn’t know...I’ll make you some soup.”

“I can help you cook, I used to cook for the maids.” 

Yoongi nodded his head and walked towards his small kitchen with Y/N behind him. He took all the ingredients out and watched Y/N organize them in the corner of his eye. He was shocked at how well they got along. She was cheerful and well the opposite of Yoongi. He also noticed that her eyes would get brighter whenever she looked at him but he just assumed it was because she was different. 

They sat at the dinner table with empty bowls and Yoongi had some questions, “So...you change into a weapon.” 

“Yes, I am. I thought we made that clear.” 

He rolled his eyes as she let out a small laugh, “But how? Did you get picked by some higher being or what?” 

“My parents were weapons.” 

“You had parents?” 

She nodded her head and looked down at the bowel with a frown, “Technically they are my parents but I wouldn’t call them that. Shin was my only father figure...Weapons don’t normally have a happy family. Parents are always gone while you go away to specialty schools. I went for wind and sound waves, just like my parents...I didn’t even know their name, that’s how much I didn’t know about them.” 

“Did you ever talk to them?”

“After I turned five, I never saw them again. Never really looked for them either. Weapons get born just like humans but they're lonelier, I suppose.” 

At least we have that in common, “How old are you technically?” 

“Technically I’m around 300 I think...but in human age, I’m 28 ish.” 

“I’m older than you then in that department.” 

She tilted her head at him and looked him up and down, “How old are you then?” 

“I’m 30.”

“You don’t look thirty.”

“Thank you? We should change you back to the saber in case they come into my room in the morning.”

She nodded her head but before their foreheads could touch. She kissed his cheek and gave him a wide smile. This made Yoongi smile but he quickly wiped it off when she turned back into the saber. He sent the weapon next to him on the bed and he sighed to himself, “What a day...” 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

There’s nothing like waking up in the morning with the sirens going off and yelling. Yoongi got up and touched the orange crystal by accident making Y/N appear with a scared expression, “What’s going on?” 

“I’m not sure...but whatever it is, it’s not good. Go back into your weapon form, I don’t want you to get hurt.” 

She nodded her head and touched his forehead gently. He placed the saber in his belt loop and made it out of his room in a panic. Everyone was running around with panic on their faces, which can mean many things. One of the things that Yoongi was thinking about was that someone is attacking the ship. He went to the captain's headquarters and tried his best to avoid everyone running in the opposite direction. Yoongi opened the door and saw his father clicking buttons at his desk, “Dad what’s going on?”

“Someone is attacking us, you need to go with Namjoon and Jin.”

“What? Why?”

“They’re after the saber, you need to go now.”

Yoongi hated his dad but he didn’t want to leave his dad to die alone. Yoongi shook his head at his dad and stood his ground, “I’m not leaving you.” 

“Yoongi, there’s already a boat waiting for you. They will take care of you, I will call you when things are okay again. Okay?”

Yoongi sighed and knew that he couldn’t argue with his dad on this, “Fine. Good luck.”

He ran out of the room and towards the back of the ship to leave. With each step he took, the heavier his heart felt. This could be the last time he sees his dad again and that’s how he left him, he sounded so evil but he couldn’t help it. “Yoongi, It’s okay. Please don’t say those things about yourself.” 

“It’s hard Y/N, I feel like I am evil. My mother is probably looking down at him with disappointment and I can’t blame her.” 

“Enough. You don’t deserve this treatment, especially from yourself.”

“Fine, Y/N. I’ll stop.” 

He opened the door and saw Namjoon and Jin talking to each other not seeing that he entered. Namjoon and Jin were his father’s closest guards and he grew up with them. He didn’t talk to them at all but he was familiar with them, that’s better than nothing. He let out a small cough and they turned to look at him with a small smile. Jin was the first one to move forward toward him, “Yoongi, are you okay? This can be a lot.” 

“I’m okay...thank you, guys, for coming with me and protecting me.” 

Namjoon nodded his head with a tight smile, “Of course, we need to get going before things turn for the worse.” 

Yoongi nodded his head and followed them onto the boat. Namjoon spawned out of the glider while Jin turned on the engine. Jin pushed a button and the gate opened letting Yoongi see the blue sky with the clouds welcoming him to a new adventure. The boat started and they were off. Yoongi glanced down at the saber and sighed to himself, What the hell is going to happen?

Jin glanced down at the saber and smiled, “I heard so much about the marigold saber.”

“Like what?”

“I know that she transforms into a human, that kind of stuff.”

The silence on the boat made Yoongi feel uncomfortable but he quickly shook his head, “W-What do you mean?”

“Namjoon is my weapon. You don’t have to hide it from us.” 

Yoongi glanced at Namjoon and then back at Jin, “Did my father know this? About the saber?”

“If he did, he never told us. Namjoon knew because he felt a connection at the temple. He assumed you were the next wielder for the marigold saber.”

Yoongi took the saber out of his belt loop and stared down with a sigh escaping. He touched the crystal and Y/N appeared looking at them with a shocked look, “There are other weapons! Yoongi told me there was no more.” 

Namjoon let out a small laugh and kept his eyes on the sky, “There isn’t a lot left. So, of course, Yoongi wouldn’t know they existed.” 

She turned towards Yoongi with a frown, “You lied to me.” 

Yoongi rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, “I didn’t lie. I just didn’t know, there’s a difference.” He glanced back at Jin with a serious look, “Where are we going?” 

“We need to go to Phiaserat. We have to have the council know that the Marigold is back in existence and has a new wielder.”

Yoongi glanced at Y/N and then back at Jin, “How long would that take?”

“At least a week because we have to stop in a town for gas. Hopefully-”

Before Jin could finish his sentence, something hard hit the boat and caused it to get damaged. The hit was so hard that Y/N fell backward into Yoongi’s arm and with a natural response, he wrapped his arms around her waist holding her tight. Protecting her from whatever will happen. Jin glanced over his shoulders and saw that they were the same pirates that were attacking the main ship. Jin glanced at Y/N with a serious expression, “We need to fight them.” 

Y/N’s face turned into a shock and glanced at Namjoon, “How are we going to fight them? I-I-”

“Namjoon transforms into a gun and you can use your special powers. We need to act fast before it turns bad. Let’s go.” 

Y/N nodded her head and turned towards Yoongi, “Are you ready?”

He nodded his head and as soon as their foreheads touched, he was ready to fight. Namjoon set the glider on autopilot and prayed that it could glide safely to the ground. Jin snapped his fingers and Namjoon transformed into a sniper rifle. He turned towards Yoongi and nodded his head, “Good luck.”

“Thanks?” Yoongi glanced down at the sword and sighed, “What are you doing Y/N?”

“Walk on air.”

“A fucking excuse me?” 

“Trust me okay. Just go on the edge and take a step, I’ll take care of the rest. Okay?”

Yoongi leaned forward and looked down, only now realizing how high they were. He swallowed his spit and nodded his head, “You won’t kill me?”

“Yoongi, no. I won’t kill you okay? Trust me.”

Jin looked through his small scope and aimed at the crew shooting cannons toward them, “Namjoon are you ready?” 

“Always.”

With that, Jin shot a bullet but it wasn’t a normal one. The bullet was covered in poison making sure whoever was hit was brought down. The bullet flew through the sky and hit the crew in the chest. The loud gasp echoed through the air and he held his chest in pain. The poison quickly went through his skin and he started coughing up blood. Jin smirked at this, “Good job, Joon.” 

Yoongi nodded his head and put his foot on the ledge. He closed his eyes and put his foot out, “Please don’t kill me.” He put his foot out and when put his weight down, he didn’t fall. He looked down and saw an air bubble holding him up, “Oh, thank god.”

“I told you to trust me.” 

Yoongi started walking slowly and then he started running towards the boat, “Y/N, what do I do?”

“We’ll use my soundwave, it will be powerful enough to send them backward and away from us. Just swing the sword forward and I'll take care of it.” 

“Okay, I trust you.” He did what he was told and watched the waves erupt from the metal. They were so powerful against his palm that he watched his skin vibrate. He held his ground and when the sound waves hit the boat, they were sent back with them screaming away. Yoongi watched them and put his saber down with a shocked face, “You're really strong...”

“It was because you trust me...we have a bond now you know.”

“Thanks...thanks for not letting me die?” 

“You're not good with words.”

“I’m sorry...”

“No, no...I like it.”

Before Yoongi could say anything, Jin yelled out to them, “Guys come back!!! We need to try and land this boat!” 

“Can we do that, Y/N?”

“Of course, we can. We can do anything together.”

Yoongi smiled to himself and felt his heart flutter a bit. He yelled back to Jin, “We’ll land this boat!”

“Okay! Once we land, we’ll fix the boat. We’ll camp for tonight!” 

Night time came and everyone was sitting by the fire. Jin made everyone soup and he was sitting next to Namjoon talking about something. Y/N looked at Yoongi and gave him a small smile, “I’m going to the river.”

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “For what?” 

“I just want to be by the water. It's peaceful, want to come?” 

Yoongi glanced at Jin and saw that he was immersed in the conversation with Namjoon, he probably wouldn’t notice. He looked back at Y/N and nodded his head, “Sure...”

She stood up and when he followed her, she intertwined their fingers together and whisked him off. They went through the tall trees and Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was so lively and had this gentleness to her that he couldn’t explain it. They made it towards the river and she turned towards him with excitement, “Are you ready?”

“What are we doing exactly?”

She tilted her head towards that, allowing the moonlight to highlight her eyes, “We’re going to walk on water together and sit. We can learn more about each other.” 

He nodded his head and held his hand out toward her. She glanced down at his hand and then back at him with a small laugh, “Do you want me to hold your hand?” 

“Isn’t that how-”

“I do want to hold your hand.”

She placed her hand on his and gently pulled him towards her. The two put their feet on the river and they started to head towards the center. Y/N glanced at Yoongi and stopped, “Is this okay?”

“This is fine.” The two sat on the water and he glanced down at the water, “Is this your air power?” 

“Yeah, unless you want to take a swim.” 

He let out a small laugh and she looked at him with a surprised look, “Wow! You actually laughed and it didn’t sound sarcastic.”

“I can laugh, you just have to be funny.”

“I am funny, you're just boring.” 

He scoffed at this and gently flicked her forehead causing her to laugh. She rubbed her forehead and he glanced down at her with a soft smile on his face. When she opened her eyes she saw that he was looking at her and she suddenly felt shy, she’s never felt this way before. She bit her lip and glanced down at his hand. She placed her hand on top of his, making Yoongi glance down, “You really like my hands.” 

“I do...they make me feel safe.” 

“That’s good. I make you feel safe with me?”

She nodded her head and looked up at him with a sincere look, “I do...I want to protect you.”

“Likewise.”

Her eyes widened and she leaned forward with sparkles in her eyes, “You want to protect me?” 

He felt his face get hot at how close she was and he nodded his head, “Of course I want to protect you...”

“That makes me so happy.”

“Why? Shin protected you.”

“With you it's different.”

He glanced at her and then back at the moon with his red face, “Is that a good thing?”

“It is...I like different things. I like you.” 

“I-I like you too..”

She looked at him and smiled. She leaned her head against his arm and he was shocked at the action but he didn’t hate it. He brought his arm up to wrap around her shoulder and she couldn’t help herself from nuzzling her head into his arm. They stayed like that with the moonlight shining on them and the fireflies surrounding them. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

It took the group two weeks to fix the boat. It took them a week to find the supplies and then another week to fix the boat. During the two weeks, Y/N and Yoongi went to the river almost every night to spend time together. She learned about his childhood and he learned about her time with the king. Jin and Namjoon noticed the two getting closer and thought it was cute, which is why it took two weeks. They wanted the two to get closer. 

Within two weeks, Yoongi didn’t hear anything from his father. He was worried about his father but he knew that his father was hard to kill, he had to be alive, right? He asked Jin and Namjoon if they heard anything from the crew or even his father but nothing. They told him that the attack could’ve hit the communication line and that's why. He was hoping that was the reason.   

They went forward to Phiaserat and during this time, Yoongi missed those times he had with Y/N. It was peaceful, he didn’t have to keep an eye out for danger and drove the ship once in a while. He just wanted to be with Y/N and he didn’t know why exactly. They stopped at the town that was near Phiaserat and decided today was going to be a free day. Jin and Namjoon went off to look at swords while Y/N took Yoongi to a cafe.

Yoongi opened the door for Y/N and she ran into the building with excitement. She looked at the menu and pointed at it, making Yoongi smile softly, “They have white cake, we haven’t had that for a long time.” 

“We never had it together.”

“Oh? Really? Let’s change that now.” 

He let out a laugh and ordered the two cakes as Y/N found them a seat. The two sat together and she looked at the busy walkway with a smile, “It’s so fun here.”

“It’s loud but it’s not too bad.” 

“I like it. They're going to have a flower festival, I saw it on a flier. It’s going to be in the main square, can we go?” 

He saw her looking at him with that innocent look and he couldn’t help his face getting red, “Yeah we can go.” 

“Oh, that’s so exciting! I love flowers, they're so pretty.” 

Just like you. The two ate their cakes as Y/N continued to show her excitement about the flower festival but as she did it, there was some icing on the corner of her mouth. Yoongi leaned forward and gently brushed away the icing with his thumb which caused Y/N to freeze in her spot. His thumb felt so soft against her skin and it made her feel so shy. He saw her shy expression and a smirk appeared, “You okay?”

“I-I’m okay.” 

The sun went down and evening arrived. The sky was light purple with orange hues, it was beautiful. The two went to the town square holding hands as everyone in town was getting excited about the festival. All around there were flower booths and Yoongi took a marigold off. He tapped Y/N’s shoulder causing her to turn around with a confused face. Yoongi gave her a soft look and pushed some hair back, placing the flower into her hair. 

She let out a small giggle and kissed the side of his hand, “You need a matching one now.” 

She grabbed another marigold and placed it behind his ear with a shy smile. She placed a kiss on his cheek. When she pulled away, she grabbed his wrist and went towards the front to watch the different flower floats. She clapped her hands when each float went by but he couldn’t focus on the flowers, only on her. When the last float came by, she went toward them and started talking to them. Yoongi smiled to himself as he watched interact with everyone. It was nice to see her so excited to talk to anyone. He looked away for a second when he heard excited gasps, it was just a jester handing out flowers to the little kids. He let out a small chuckle but that chuckle quickly disappeared when he saw a man talking to Y/N. It was clear he was interested in her with the way he kept leaning towards her and this annoyed him. He glared at the scene and walked towards them with heavy footsteps. 

“I like these flowers because-AH!”

Yoongi grabbed her arm and dragged her away from the guy. Before he left, he sent one last glare to him, “Let’s go, Y/N.”

“Eh?”

Yoongi continued to drag her and she looked at his back with a confused look, “Yo-Yoongi? What’s wrong?” Yoongi didn’t answer the question as they went down the long alleyway. He gently pushed her against the wall and slammed his hand near her head. She tilted her head at him as he leaned towards her, “Yoongi, are you okay?”

“I don’t like him near you...”

“Eh? He was just asking about flowers..”

“He was too close.”

“Eh-”

Yoongi leaned down and gently placed his lips against hers. Her eyes widened at the softness but she slowly closed them when she melted in the kiss. He tilted his head and his tongue slowly entered into her mouth as she accepted it. He leaned away and looked down at her face to see her cheeks bright red and out of breath. He went down to his neck and she let out a small moan when she felt him kissing his neck, “Yoongi~! We're outside...”

He moved his hand up her thighs and brought her into another kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him in closer as his hand went up higher. He pulled away and brought his hand up to gently grab her boob. She grabbed his wrist and covered her mouth as she let out another moan, “Yoongi~..” 

“Fuck, Y/N, turned around.” 

“Eh?” 

She turned around and she looked over her shoulder to see Yoongi unbuckling his pants. She felt her face get hotter when she saw his length glistening in the light above him. He moved up his shirt and looked down to see a big wet spot. He let out a small groan at the sight, she looked back at him with her big eyes, “Y/N fuck...” 

He grabbed his cock and took a deep breath before putting it in, just the thought of him being in her was making him go crazy. She let out a loud moan when she felt him and couldn’t help getting louder, “Y/N...your voice...”

He put his hand over her mouth and she started to suck on his fingers. His eyes widened at this and he felt his body get hotter. He turned her head and looked at her with a shy face, “Do-Don’t let other guys talk to you like that...only I can.” 

She blinked her eyes at this and she let out a wide smile appear on her red face, “Yes!~” 

He leaned down and kissed her again as he thrust into her. He swore he could die at that moment. Her soft lips on his and the way she was tight around him was making him lose focus. This was the greatest feeling for the both of them. He didn’t want this to end. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Just go down the hall and the door on the left is the council.” Jin gave the guard a smile and went up to the group with a smile. They were finally in Phiaserat, this was a big moment for Yoong and Y/N, this was going to let her stay with him forever and no one could rip her away from him. They knew what could happen to their well-being if they did that. The relationship between Yoongi and Y/N became stronger, they weren’t together per se but they knew they had a strong bond. A bond that made both of their hearts flutter. 

“Are you guys ready?” 

Y/N glanced at Yoongi and nodded her head, “I’m ready. Yoon, are you ready?”

“I’m ready.” 

He grabbed her hand and gave her a small smile as she returned it. Namjoon glanced at Jin and gave him a thumbs up at the scene in front of them. They all walked towards the door and before they opened Y/N glanced at Yoongi with a nervous smile, “Are you sure you want this?”

He raised his eyebrow at her and nodded his head, “Of course I want this.”

“Are you sure? You're going to be with me forever.”   

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

Her eyes widened and she felt her face get hot, “Really?” 

“Really.” 

Jin opened the door and They saw seven men sitting on a raised platform making sure they were looking down at whoever entered. Y/n’s grip got tighter and Yoongi rubbed her knuckles to relax her. One of the men at the platform leaned forward to look at her and then at Jin, “Registration?” 

“Correct sir.” 

“Will the weapon and wielder step forward so we can start the process?” 

Y/N and Yoongi did what they were asked to do. While Y/N felt scared under their eyes, Yoongi was standing strong, wanting nothing but to have Y/N to be with him forever. Another man spoke up and it caused Y/N to jump, “Names.” 

“Min Yoongi.” 

“L/N YN.”

The room got quiet and this made her feel even more uneasy. There was a loud gasp and the same man that asked them to step forward, got down his platform. He walked towards her and she wanted to disappear, “You're the Marigold saber...it’s been centuries since we’ve heard of you.” 

She glanced at Yoongi and then back at the man, “I am...”

“This is your wielder? We can't go with him.”

Yoongi glared at him and moved in front of her, “And why is that?” 

“She’s royal property.” 

“The fuck she is. I’m her wielder and you are not taking her away from me.”

The man glared at Yoongi and let out an unamused laugh, “You can’t be serious. She should be used for research.”

“You are not touching her.”

“Guards!” 

Yoongi's eyes widened and watched the doors open to see guards coming in with swords. Namjoon and Jin glared at the guards that were surrounding them. Yoongi pushed Y/N to be completely behind him as he glared at the guards all around them, “What do you think you're doing?” 

“I told you we need her for research, she should be a part of the museum.” 

“You're not going to take her away from me. It’s not happening.” 

“You’re doing a disservice to this country-”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, “I’m not even here from this country.” Before anyone could say anything, the roof above broke and people landed around them. Yoongi was shocked when the person turned around, “Dad?” 

“Go to the third floor and complete the registration. Once you do that, they can’t take her away from you.”

“Dad-”

“Go now.” 

Yoongi nodded his head and turned towards Y/N, “Are you ready?”

“Always, with you.”

They touched their foreheads and Yoongi was ready to fight. Yoongi drew an “X” in the air and blasted away the guards that were blocking their way. He glanced at Jin and Namjoon, “You ready.” 

“Let’s go!” 

Namjoon transformed into two pistols and Jin followed Yoongi up the stairs. There was screaming and groans that echoed through the building. Jin with his skilled shooting was making things easier for Yoongi and with Y/N’s power, the soundwaves echoed through the stoned stairwell. Jin shot someone in the head and looked at Yoongi, “Go into the room! It’s on the left!” 

Yoongi ran and opened the door wide. He closed the door and locked the door as there was banging on the wooden door. He touched the orange crystal and watched Y/N look at him with a determined look, “Are you ready?” 

“Forever?”

He cupped her face and brought her in a quick kiss,“Forever.”

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[whoseafraidofliloleme]

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞: 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.

Summary: Everyone at Belift Publishing knows Shin YN & Jo Hye Won are platonic soulmates. When Hye Won reveals she has a crush, YN decides she will do everything to give Hye Won her happily Ever After. Park Jay on the other hand likes someone and will do everything he can to make her his girlfriend.

Pairing: Park Jay x F Reader.

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So talking to @shinkenprincess-oh made the point that Second Choice YN is quite mysterious. So here's her backstory. The actual Where Are They Now will be posted on the 1 year anniversary of Second Choice next Sunday. Also this is long one so buckle up y'all.

The Second Choice Masterlist

Let's start with the relationship with YN and Yoongi.

Yoongi knew his dad had remarried, he'd met the woman who was his step mother.

She was nice, apparently she had a daughter. So Yoongi was getting a mother and a younger sister.

Yoongi comes home from school, knowing he's gonna meet his step mother and step sister.

Before Yoongi even has a chance to change into his slippers, this young girl comes running up to him and hugs him.

Babbling 100 miles an hour. Yoongi is very confused until his step mum gets this child off him, telling her to introduce herself...

YN is like "hi Yoongi oppa, Eomma told me I got to have an oppa now isn't this great?! I'll be the best little sister you've ever had too!!"

And that's Yoongi down for the count 😂.

Their parents just watch as in one encounter YN got this teen who was ready to hate her, in love with her.

Timeline wise, YN and Hye Won have met and are thick as thieves. So one day Yoongi goes to pick YN up from school.

YN comes running up to Yoongi excited to introduce one of her favourite people to another one of her favourite people.

Yoongi takes one look at Hye Won, whose a child as well and knows she is not good news. But he also sees how attached YN is.

Hye Wons parents admit her to a fancy private elementary school.

Hye Won not wanting to go alone, convinces YNs parents to apply as well. Knowing they can't pay, Hye Won is convincing her parents to pay for YN to go to the school with her.

In a turn of events, YN get a scholarship to this school and obvs happily takes it.

Now Hye Won is not happy, she wanted to be YNs saviour who YN is indebted to cause she's the one paying for her at school.

Hye Won works triple time to get everyone in their class to not befriend YN.

Which backfires on HW cause everyone in the clas is done with her and would much rather talk to YN 😂.

What HW does succeed in doing is keeping YN as her bff. Hyeyn are known throughout their elementary school as a duo. Can't miss them cause they're always together.

One day YN gets called to the office. Girls worried that the school might be taking her scholarship away. Why she doesn't know but she's an anxious bean.

Turns out they just wanted her to show the new scholarship student Nakamura Kazuha around.

YN happily shows Kazuha around, introduces her to Hye Won. They instantly hate each other.

Yoongi after meeting Kazuha thinks she's insane but will be a good friend to his sister.

Unlike when HW comes over and Yoongi glares at her until HW leaves.

YN can't believe that her grumpy oppa managed to get literal sunshine as his girlfriend 😂.

Now let's get into what YN, HW and Kazuha studied at uni, how YN met Minho and how they all ended up at Belift.

So YN from a young age loved editing videos, she started the trend of sending video messages at her highschool.

She was known in the school as the girl to go to for all video and photo editing needs.

Finding out that SNU offered a editing degree, YN knew it was the degree for her.

HW didn't really care and just wanted the Uni experience chose business.

Kazuha chose a communications degree with a minor in contemporary dance.

Off they go to university. With all three in different courses it's hard to find time to meet up.

HW lives at home while YN & Kazuha are in the uni dorms. When given the chance they both choose to become roommates.

Now YN gets lost abt a month into uni, Kazuha is useless and HW doesn't answer her texts so YN is confusedly trying to find where her lecture is.

In that she bumps into someone.

You've all guessed it, she bumped into Minho. Who isn't in a good mood cause he's just been ditched by his bestie Bang Chan.

So when this little first year bumps into him, Minho is ready to rip into her. That is until he sees that this girl is on the verge of tears.

Knowing he's already late, Minho asks her what's wrong and YN tells him that she's late for this lecture but doesn't know where it is.

Minho leads her there and is surprised how quick this girl went from almost crying to the happiest person ever.

YN insists on taking Minho's number, saying she'll text him abt treating him to food as a thanks for helping her out.

Minho doesn't think she's ever going to contact him again so forgets and goes abt his day.

That is until he's at his senior year internship at Belift Publishing and he sees texts from the girl he helped.

YN had texted him during the lecture because it was boring and after just to see when he'll reply.

When Minho does finally reply, YN tells him that she'll get him food tonight.

Minho skeptical but he's a broke student so isn't going to say no to free food tells her that he's gonna bring his bestie and they can meet in the canteen.

Once there with an annoyed Bang Chan who thinks he's gonna be third wheeling a date. Both of them see YN waiting with Kazuha and HW.

Introductions are made, they all get along and Bang Chan happily gives his number to the girls wanting to be a helpful sunbae to them.

So everyone graduated and are searching for jobs. Ynzuha are struggling to find a job in their respective fields.

So Yoongi offers to help them get a graduate internship at Belift.

Hearing that HW used her connections to get in there too.

Originally Yoongi wanted both girls working in his department but higher ups thought they'd be better in the depart Minho & Chan had just started in.

Both girls got lucky in that they were working under people they already knew. This is how Yoongi's dislike for Minho started 😂.

This specific department has quite a few other interns.

Ynzuha meet Sunoo, Seungmin, Jeongin, Sakura and Soeun.

Sunoo sees YN and knows she's a ball of sunshine who is stuck with a bitch like HW. Yep Sunoo clocked from the first meeting that Hyewon is bad news.

As the internship goes on they all get closer, well all of them but HW who keeps them all at a distance but YN.

Not that any of the other interns are really interested in being HWs friend they only talk to her cause of YN.

Even tho this was just supposed to be a temp job until YN got a job editing videos. YN fell in love with webtoon/novel editing.

So YN knowing that they're not gonna keep all the interns works super hard to be hired for a permanent role.

Kazuha enjoys being able to be a grammar stickler and point out plot holes 😂.

HW knowing she's got the job secured does the bare minimum and most of the time doesn't even do that.

D day comes and it's announced that they've hired YN, Hyewon and Sunoo. But they let the others know they've found other jobs for them and theyll be working in a different department.

Now along with YN another certain someone was hired... Lee Heeseung after finishing another round of interviews gets the job too.

Heeseung and YN start on the same day and YN immediately talks to Heeseung and thats where his crush on YN starts.

#enhypen imagines #enhypennetwork #kflixnet #enhypen social media au #enhypen smau #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fanfic #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff #jay fluff #jay angst #park jay x reader #park jongseong #park jay #lee heeseung #sim jaeyun #sim jake #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #yang jungwon #nishimura niki #nishimura riki #jay smau #jay imagines #jay fanfiction #jay fanfic #jay scenarios

[tbmunson]

Reasons to Be Thankful - Embry Call x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and your mother return to the reservation for Thanksgiving and end up confessing a decade long secret to Embry.

Warnings: Mention of Imprint, Grandma knowing everything, Jake being Jake, Pining, Kissing, Fluff,

WC: 2K

Notes: My bestie @ashes-writing is the reason that this is possible. Thank you so much bestie. I love you!

You loved the holidays now more than you ever did when you were young. The holidays meant going home to the reservation to see your grandmother and your friends. It meant feeling like you were where you should be.

You watched the rain tap the windows as your mother drove the seven and a half hours from the apartment in Spokane to the reservation. You smiled to yourself, thinking about the few days ahead of you. Of course, you missed Jake and Quil, but Embry had taken over your mind on more than one occasion since you were six. That's when you fell for him. Literally. Out of a tree.

Right now was no different. Thoughts of his smile, his laugh, the way he hugged you goodbye swarmed your head as the car came to a stop in front of your grandmother's house.

"For someone so eager to get here, I don't see you jumping out of the car." Your mother joked, derailing your train of thought.

You looked over at her, an unimpressed expression on your face. "I'm very eager to see grandma, thank you very much." You replied, opening the door, hitting someone in the process. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" You stepped out and nearly froze as you looked down at Embry, who was bent over holding his shin.

He glanced up and laughed. "I see the glasses aren't helping you see any better." He chuckled, standing and pushing the frames up your nose a bit.

You sneered playfully at him before gently pushing him away. "You're an asshole." You mumbled, pouting in his direction.

He smiled and opened his arms, beckoning you to come to him. "I learned from my best friend."

You looked over at him and giggled before jumping into his arms. "She sounds mean." You mumbled into his shoulder.

He squeezed you tightly against him. "Don't worry, she is." He chuckled into the skin of your neck, sending chills through your body. "Are you cold? Let's get you inside." He didn't wait for a response before he pulled you towards your grandmother's door.

"Wait, Em, my bags." You protested gently.

"I'll grab them once you're warm." He assured you as he walked you up the small ramp.

You cuddled into him, arms around his torso while he rested one of his arms over your shoulder. You smiled to yourself as he opened the door.

"Mrs. Anya, guess who I found outside!" He called as the smell of home cooking filled your nose.

Your grandmother waddled quickly out of the kitchen and smiled widely. "My baby!"

"I thought I was your baby, Ma." Your mother chuckled as she walked in behind you, making you laugh.

You released your hold on Embry and walked over to embrace your grandmother. "I missed you so much, Grandma." You smiled as she rocked you side to side.

"I missed you too my little bird." She hugged you tightly for a moment before releasing you to hug your mother.

Embry stepped up to you again and wrapped an arm around your back, hand resting on your hip so he could lead you to the living room. "Let's get you a blanket and I'll go get your bags." He said, grabbing the colorfully patterned throw as you settled into the seat.

You smiled as he tucked it around you. "I'd be lost without you Embry." You said in an overly exaggerated way, making the both of you laugh.

He stood, noticing the pout that formed on your lips. "I'm going to get your bags. I'll be right back." He assured you before making his way back the way he came.

"He's been asking about you, little bird." Your grandmother said from her spot in the kitchen.

"He's my best friend, Grandma. I'd be sad if he wasn't." You replied, trying not to read into it as much as you wanted to. You knew he was only asking because he missed you as a friend and nothing more.

You didn't see the knowing look your mother and grandmother shared. "She loves him." Your mother mouthed, making your grandmother nod, "He loves her."

The door opened again, and Embry carried your suitcases through the house and into your room. It was the room that was yours when you and your mother lived here up until seven years ago. It was the room you slept in every time you came to visit. He knew the room like the back of his hand, having snuck into it many times. Once your bags were put down, he joined you on the couch.

"How was your trip?" He asked, fighting the urge to wrap himself around you.

You shrugged and moved a bit closer to him. "Usual. Boring. Lots of traffic. I'm not looking forward to going back." You pouted, head resting on his shoulder.

He chuckled and nodded, resting his arm over your shoulders and pulling you closer. "I'm glad you made it." He smiled.

Your mother watched from the kitchen where she had begun helping your grandmother cook. "Do you think it's true?" She asked quietly to her mother.

"If what's true, sweetie?" She replied, following her gaze to the two of you on the couch.

You mother looked back down at the bowl and sighed. "That the men of the tribe imprint and that's their person for life." She answered, looking back up at the wiser woman who nodded.

"Yes. Your father knew from day one that I was it for him."

"And do you think...?" She nodded her head towards the sofa again, making your grandmother smile at the two sleeping forms.

You rested mostly on Embry while his arms closed around you, keeping you locked in his embrace.

She nodded and walked over to the phone. "I believe so, yes." She stated before walking towards the phone to call his mother, letting her know he'd be staying over since she had no plans to wake the two of you.

You woke the next morning while it was still dark out. You looked around, realizing you'd never made it to your bed, which meant--

You looked up to see Embry smiling down at you. "D'ya sleep good?" He asked as his hand rubbed up and down your back gently.

You nodded before returning your cheek to his chest. "'M still sleepy." You mumbled with a slight pout.

Embry's chuckle vibrated his chest, doing the same to yours in turn. "Well, by all means, go back to sleep." He smiled, arms wrapping around you press your body against his. "Or I could make you some French toast." He whispered, drawing your attention.

You turned your head to look at him. "Since when can Embry Call cook, hm?" You cocked a brow at him and smirked a bit at your tease.

He sat up with you still pressed into him, now straddling his lap. "I'll have you know, I cook very well, all the time actually."

Instinctively your arms moved to rest around his neck. "If this is just some ploy to poison me, I'll haunt your ass forever." You giggled, tangling your fingers in his long hair.

He laughed and shook his head. "You always think I'm out to murder you."

"You pushed me out of a tree when we were six. I consider that your first attempt." You leaned closer, looking him in the eye.

He rolled his eyes and squeezed your sides. "That was twelve years ago. I'm probably a really bad murderer if I haven't killed you yet." His flat, yet joking tone made you smile wider.

What neither of you were aware of was your grandmother peering out of the hallway, watching with a smile. She didn't come out until you and Embry separated, each stretching your stuff muscles from the night spend on the old sofa. "Good morning, little bird." She smiled, not letting on that she had witnessed the playful interaction.

"Morning Grandma." You smiled back, rolling your neck slightly.

"Morning, Mrs. Anya. Thanks for letting me crash." Embry more or less yawned, pushing his hands through his wild hair.

She grinned at him and nodded. "Of course. I couldn't wake either of you. You just looked so content."

And you were, all day long, up until dinner where you and Embry were landed at the kids table, again, though you supposed it was due to your ability to care for kids and make sure everyone left the table fairly clean.

"Can we say what we're thankful for before we eat?" River asked from the opposite side of your table.

You smiled at him and nodded. "I think that's a great idea, but we gotta say it quick. Embry gets grumpy when he's hungry." You joked, nudging your friend who had already scooped up some potatoes onto his fork.

He nodded and put them down to listen to the kids, one by one say what they were thankful for.

"Embry's turn!" Abbi said, pointing at him.

"I'm thankful for my best friend and getting to spend time with her because I miss her when she's gone." He rested his hand on your leg under the table and gave it a small squeeze.

You looked over at him like he hung the moon and all of the stars just for you. Little did you know, he would have done just that to make you smile.

"What about you, birdie?" He asked, playing off of the nickname you grandmother called you.

"I'm thankful for you and every chance I get to be with you, and the rest of my family here." You said, placing your hand over top of his.

"I have a best friend like that!" Kai said loudly before grabbing his fork.

You laughed as the moment broke, but neither of you moved to break the small touch.

Once dinner was over and you'd helped clean the kids up, you found Embry talking with Jake and Quil. "Can I borrow you for a second?" You asked, gripping his arm gently.

"Yeah, of course." He followed you away from the house and down the path that ended at the tree you fell from all those years ago.

"Bringing me here to accuse me of pushing you again?" He laughed, resting against the thick trunk of the nearly bare tree.

You shook your head. "No. I brought you here to tell you I know you didn't push me. I slipped because you distracted me and I didn't want Jake to tell me 'I told you so', so I lied."

He laughed again, louder, "I knew it!" He gloated, opening his arms on instinct to pull you in.

You were more than happy to oblige him. "I really miss you, Em. I want to come back." You mumbled into his neck.

He nodded and sighed. "You can. I know your grandma wouldn't mind." He said into your hair.

"I can't leave my mom." You knew he would understand that, seeing as his father left his mother before he was born too.

"I know." He squeezed you for a moment before you pulled back.

You leaned up and pressed your lips to his for a moment, just long enough to where you'd be able to remember the feeling. "We gotta get back." You didn't want to. You'd stay here in the cold forever with him.

He reached forward and grabbed your hand. "Hold on." Your turned to look back at him just in time for his hand to rest against your face. "What was that for?"

"I've wanted to do it since I was six." You answered, making him smile.

"That's why you fell? You wanted to kiss me in the tree?" His forehead resting against yours and his back on the tree.

"Jake was singing that stupid song 'sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g' and I went to lean over and fell." You blushed, trying to look down, but his firm hold on your cheek prevented that.

"Then I say, let's get to it, hm?" He nodded towards the tree, making your giggle and follow.

"It's been twelve years since I climbed a tree. Broke my arm last time, ya know?" You called up to him.

"I know. I was the first one to sign your cast." He replied, watching you make your way up until you were settled on the branch with him. "Hey there." He smiled.

"Hi." You replied, gripping the limb tight.

"K-i-s-s-i-n-g, huh?" He asked, reaching over to help calm you a bit, which worked.

You nodded at him and watched him lean towards you, finding your lips with his as he pulled you closer. You kissed him back, settling into his embrace. You were content, happy until you heard that stupid song again.

"Y/N and Embry sitting in a tree." Jake's sing-song voice broke the peace before Quil finished with "K-i-s-s-i-n-g!"

You pulled back and rolled your eyes. "I'm going to kill them."

Embry laughed and nodded before helping you down from the tree, as to not have a repeat of what happened all those years ago.

"You're dead!" You yelled at the boys before taking off after them like the children you used to be.

#embry call x fem!reader #embry call #embry call fanfiction #embry call imagine #twilight fanfiction #twilight

[ctl-yuejie]

3 Will Be Free Rewatch - Epsiode 1

while I adored 3 Will Be Free when it came out, I believe I didn't pay proper attention to it (besides hardly anyone watching it on here) and now that I am also more familiar with jojo, I am looking forward to this rewatch

GMMTV really holds the title for great bar names (only beaten by TheLastGoodBar) Greatest MotherF*cker

I wonder how deliberate Joss' casting was since he not only was still young when this was filmed but he also feels very young. On one side GMMTV hasn't casted main characters over 30 for most of their series (which is now changing since so many of their ogs are around 30 now). I suppose he was mainly casted because of his physique fitting most closely to the other gogo boys but I cannot deny that I enjoy the extra layer of him looking visibly younger than the other two and his customers. They do mention that he is new to the job, so it could very well be that they are leaning into it.

- the card coming up with the '3 months later' and the three gun shots is a thing i can very much live with -

While I knew that the central set-up focuses on why Miw and Neo need money I forgot how central it is to most of the dialogue in the first episode. Not only the need for money in general but if and to what degree it is separated from happiness. Shin's dad wants affection as well and seems to try to include his new wife on an emotional level into the family beyond just wanting her status acknowledged. At the same, time, as soon as she crosses him he speaks of her like property.

With Miw it is interesting because we are shown that her mother needs more money. Still, she draws a hard line between hosting and prostitution which holds exactly as long as it needs for Shin and his friends to turn up. She does mention however that she cannot do it with random customers because she's not attracted to them. First sign that Shin might not just be a job for the money.

Equally curious whether Neo actually entertains Vanika honestly to some degree, since he could technically get more money out of her. Possibly his hard line of not wanting to become too dependant on her money.

The whole Neo Miw dynamic with them slut shaming each other and having differing opinions on what is the shameful way to earn money. No wonder they will fuck about it. 25.000 bhat is a hefty sum (even here where prices are higher than in thailand for sex)

I remember feeling unsure about Tay's acting during my first watch - even though he did improve since - but I very much enjoy his performance this time around (some of it is not that well-rounded, especially when he's in the same scene as Ssing. That man will put everything into the smallest amount of screen time). He is in the closet but doesn't seem too anxious about his friends setting him up to sleep with a woman. I think I will ponder this during future episodes. Why did he chose Miw though. As a reluctant hostess she might not be any good. It is possible he picked her assuming she would turn him down. But then, what is your plan b little gay boy? Shin also doesn't feel self-concious about being a virgin, his nervousness at Miw approaching him was very nicely done. Did they actually end up sleeping together? Do we know?

Max, my love, a short king! Gunsmile, it has been a long time. Jennie really should get bigger roles. I love her and the to men in this show, I only wish she'd gotten more scenes with Max since the diner scene is pretty iconic. And I can appreciate that Max's character is a gangster on the verge of turning into a wife guy. And how fucking scary his run after Joss is. Short kings, I tell you.

iconic scenes

the mustard on that fucking guy in the diner

all of the outfits (+ the stupid lollipop)

the move where Miew removes Shin's glasses and then playfully pulls them against her lips, very hot and novel move. will have to try it

the surprising softness of the scenes between Shin and Miw (even Miw seems surprised by their familiarity)

Joss voice breaking when he panics

Shin being so naive and polite asking for his wallet in the gogobar and sulking at the booth instead of getting out of that place

Neo covering Shin's mouth with his hand to keep him quiet. So hot.

random observations

there was a threesome teased with Kitty...Jojo...I think you have to deliver at some point...

the sound mixing etc isn't great, but better than some more recent shows - even with birds in the background

favourite bit: the connection Shin and Miw form even though they shouldn't feel this familiar and comfortable with each other

#3 will be free #yes i am doing a very slow rewatch instead of watching anything new

[kazimakuwabara]

(casually slides in) 'sup fam? Came to suggest a word and series to ya. Down with writer's block!

Series- Yu Yu Hakusho (because I have brainrot 24/7 lmao)

Word - family

Thank you so much! Yes, writer's block has me by the throat, but some quick drabbles might help!

Family-

Atsuko had been tossed out on her ear when she'd gotten pregnant. That had been something she'd expected from her parents. They had only made her to keep up the appearance that they were a loving happy couple. Something to add to their "resume," for work, or to tick off a list about how one should live their life.

She'd not known what a real family was like, or how they should behave her whole life. So she wasn't surprised when her parents got rid of her, or when the man who had knocked her up, abandoned her.

But she was a mother to a wild little boy, and she was determined to try and get this "mother," thing down. She didn't think she was doing well, but surely if she kept at it, she'd figure it out. But there was more to being just a mother in maternal care, right? She also had to nurture them and teach them responsibility. Even if it was in small steps. And she wasn't sure she could do that.

"What's the matter hunny?" A lowe femine voice asked, their large shadow looming over Atsuko as she cleaned the tumblers at the bar.

"Nothing," Atsuko said, glaring at the tumblers.

The person standing nearby laughed, and it was such a soothing jovial sound Atsuko turned to regard the person hovering over her. It was her boss, a Queen who went by Mama Maki. She owned the bar, and had hired Atsuko to do dishes when Atsuko had shown up on the streets, more than six months along.

She'd done a lot. Atsuko had stayed in Mama Maki's apartment until she could live on her own, and that was when Yusuke had turned two! Mama Maki had even been in Atsuko's delivery room. Mama Maki was more than just a boss... she was... she was...

Well, she was truly a Queen.

"Come on... enough of that sulking," Mama Maki finally tittered, when their laughter was done, "Tell me what's wrong."

"Yusuke wants to go on his first errand," Atsuko sighed.

Mama Maki scrunched her nose up, "Well... he's five. That's about the right age for it!"

"...Yes but... I don't live in the safest neighborhood!" Atsuko sputtered, flinging the tumbler back into a sink of sudsy water, "And other parents have family to help keep an eye on the child when they take their first errand or at least friendly neighbors!"

Mama Maki chuckled, and then waved a hand in the air as if shooing a fly, "Well, you got us!"

Atsuko regarded her boss with a skeptical look.

Mama Maki pointed out several other Queens in the bar, "Look! You've me, Foxy Moxy, Miss Sake, and Shin-ho Temple! We'll keep an eye on him! We'll even lose our fabulous personas, and watch him in our street-ware if you're worried about us standing out!" Mama Maki put a kind hand on Atsuko's shoulder, "We'll help you."

Atsuko's throat was closing up, and she blinked back a blur in her eyes, "It would have to be on the weekend! That's inconvenient-"

"Pff!" Mama Maki snorted through her nose, "It's fine! Atsuko, you got us! We'll look after your little man, and you. Just let us help you out. Send him to buy Mommy a pack of cigarettes, and the rest of us will tail him in secret."

Atsuko snorted, "He's five!"

"Too young for smokes?" Mama Maki asked, clearly just to be contrary, "Fine! Have him buy you a beer!"

Atsuko laughed again, and then surprised them both by turning and hugging the tall Queen. Atsuko held tight as Mama Maki pat her back, and sputtered at Atsuko's maudlin behavior.

Atsuko had no blood family, save for a wild little boy, but the one's she had found... well. They were truly something special.

#Atsuko #yyh #kazi fanfic #found family

[taldigi]

Do Felix and Mari have PTSD from their time as Ladybug and Chat Noir? I feel like they would because of all the traumatic things they've been through, especially during the final battle against Papillon.

like, it really depends on the story you want to tell.

on one hand, yeah. Heck, even long before the final battle: They prolly would. With emotions being turned into monsters, the world on their backs at all times- how can they escape that- truly? How many times had the world escaped calamity by the shin of their teeth? How many people almost died... how many people *actually died* because when there are only two of you, how can you save a city? How far can they leave Ladybug and Chat Noir behind when they are no longer needed, yet so crucial to who they are because they had to be them during their formative years? They were kids, after all.

on the other hand, stories don't have to end in tragedy or trauma. Their end can be just as much raw trauma as it is a relief that their lives are no longer split between hero and civilian, they don't have to have that trauma if you don't want their story to have it. It can be happiness and celebration. It can be happily ever after.

I like a mix of both. I like seeing them achieve happiness, and fufillment. But I also think that Marinette wakes up in the dead of night, sobbing because she had another nightmare about butterflies stealing her mother away and replacing her with a monster. Felix aching at a far-too-young age because every other bone in his body has been repeatedly broken because the difference between total ahnnialiation and living to see another day was enduring a hit meant for Ladybug?

But they have each other, and they have Plagg and TIkki, and they have their friends and family that matters. They have things they love and celebrate and they are happy about it. Those pains may never truly go away, sure, and sometimes you never really stop grieving. but time fixes most things, I think.

#Anonymous

[lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui]

young carla (especially in the castle and being the crown prince) hcs that might save me from shin pls lol

young carla

Dunno how I feel about this one because I don't really know much or wrote a out the tsukinami's but I hope you like it

Carla is a poster child for the role of the crown prince. Both his parents are pureblood first-bloods, firstborn sons, and limitless potential with excellent discipline.

He's born quite late into Krone and Gies’s marriage, many people in court were antsy with no official heir and many were even wondering if he would be suitable for the throne.

But when he was finally born hesitations were put to rest, he was everything a pureblood was meant to be. It was the first time in a long time anyone has seen Gies show anyone as much affection as he bestowed upon his wife and newborn that day.

However, Carla was a delicate baby, meaning he was kept under observation for quite some time after his birth but he turned out fine. Until you know... The whole virus that wiped his race.

But he was a handsome boy, no literally he wasn’t a pretty or cute child (opinions)  just straight-up handsome from birth.

Straight features, upturned nose, high cheekbones, wide golden eyes that stare into your soul with long platinum lashes blinking slowly, neat hair swept back and kept in a tight, high ponytail. Not a strand out of place. 

Thin, pink lips that were either downturned or on occasion twisted into a polite smile, thick straight eyebrows that framed his face just a bit more mature.

He had mastered the hostile, elitist first-blood look by the time he lost his (stubborn) baby fat.

It wasn't odd for him to receive surprised glances when he revealed his actual age.

It didn't change much once his brother was born, but it was common knowledge aside from his mother, father and brother he didn’t care for much else.

Even though he adapts well to his situation, he has a long time internal struggle with his duty and emotions, whether he chooses to show them or not.

He was very entitled as a kid, like little Carla would always have perfect posture sitting at the table where his feet would not reach the floor, swinging them, holding his father’s pen which was far too large for his little hand his fingers barely gripping the entire thing. All pouty ( the remaining baby fat that refused to leave his face all blown out in a huff) as he whined to his nanny with furrowed eyebrows, that she should ask the butler to order stationary his size immediately.

His father had a little toddler’s table placed next to his in the office because Carla refused to be “kept from his duties” and “he was a man like his father meaning he had to work too”.

Probably grew up with extremely traditional values and stereotypes, but it's no excuse for his privileged ignorance.

Baby Carla loves his baby brother, in like a pet way; he doesn't quite understand the concept of siblinghood but he does understand that Shin is basically the one person in the entire palace who is on his side and will always be loyal to him. He likes that concept a lot.

And Shin is very low maintenance ( Carla has seen him shovel weeds and mud into his mouth when he's hungry - willingly) he just does whatever her older brother wants with little questioning.

Plus Shin is cute, everyone says he's identical to his mother but on very rare occasions has he seen his mother smile, or even look really happy. There was once.

It was a quiet evening with just her and him, his father had been away for a couple of weeks and he had said something about how he’d be stronger than his father soon.

At first, he thought there was a storm but then he looked up to see his mother laughing, curling into herself, her eyes creased in glee as she tried to take gasps in between. Her lips had twisted up into this wicked, snarky grin, it was incredibly joyful and bellowing and so unladylike, it was so not like her.

It was a ridiculous laugh, and he understood why his father was so against her showing much emotion in public, I mean it would ruin their reputation if she acted so unladylike.

However the shin had the exact sharp toothy grin, it felt oddly comforting.

There was a lot of struggle with his mother, her attitude was perfect outside in front of people but he just wished she could remain her composure in private too. 

Sometimes she’d slouch in the lounge, or start petting his hair and picking him up and twirling him around ( no he wasn't jealous he had been the person to tell her it was unacceptable to act so frivolous in front of her children.

His mother and Shin were quite the pair, sneaking away to act silly, and taking strolls in the wood and lying down in fields playing with the wolf pups; and she wondered where Shin's improper behaviour stemmed from.

Not to mention how incredibly silly she would act sometimes, staring out the parlour as if waiting for someone to return - she knew it made his father mad he didn't understand why she kept doing it, or when she would ask her hypothetical morality questions at dinner and him and father would exchange glances thinking about how easy women had it not worrying about the serious stuff.

But he still liked her, she was delicate and firm, and a little whimsical but still responsible, and sometimes when she thought he was asleep she would come in and stroke his head till dawn looking over him. She had warm hands for a demon.

He also liked his father, he understood his fathers spreading insanity was another part of his fate to becoming king, and he had to kill his father eventually. He just didn't know how to cope with it being so soon.

Sometimes he wonders if his race being murdered was a sign that he had failed as a king.

Which is why he must regain eve.

#diabolik lovers #diahell #yui komori #carla tsukinami #shin tsukinami #headcanons #dl headcanons #diabolik lovers headcanon #child

[filthy-mudeoki]

Business proposal 사내맞선

Review and rambles

3. Business Proposal (8/10)

(12 episodes) (2022)

[Ahn Hyo-seop, Kim Se-jeong, Kim Min-kyu, Seol In-ah] 

Synopsis: 

The series follows Shin Ha-ri (Kim Se-jeong) as she goes on another blind date in place of her best friend Jin Young-seo (Seol In-ah). The girls have hatched up a plan in which Shin Ha-ri goes on blind dates that Young -seo’s father sets up for her in order to get rejected by them. She does this by going all out crazy on these poor dates. However this plan goes horribly wrong when the latest blind date is Kang Tae-moo (Ahn Hyo-seop), who turns out to be Shin Har-ri’s boss. Kang Tae-moo is being pressured into getting married and despite Shin Ha-ri’s best attempts to get him to reject her, he decides to marry his blind date so he can avoid going on further dates. Chaos and comedy ensues as, Kang Tae-moo and Shin Ha-ri (using a fake identity) begin dating. It all comes to a head when Kang Tae-moo finally discover who she is but its almost too late and he is already very much in love with her. 

Review: 

The relationship between the best friends in this show is so wholesome. They’re funny and messy and so chaotic it’s absolutely relatable. Shin Ha-ri and Young-seo are absolute goals. They’re both head strong women trying so hard to be independent and successful but also secretly wish to be wooed (a secret I think most of us share these days). 

The main couple themselves (Kang Tae Moo and Shin Ha-ri) are so sweet. While Kang Tae Moo might start off as the typical cold-hearted mean spirited boss, it doesn’t last all too long as he opens himself up in a way that is both endearing and funny. The series presents plenty of wonderfully light-hearted moments intermingled with drama. Shin Ha-ri’s family dynamic is realistic and its what makes her so likeable as a main lead. She has an embarrassingly loud but loveable mother and a brother who is simultaneously always there and yet never around when needed. Kim Se – jeong does a remarkable job of portraying Shin Ha-ri, as she is sometimes clumsy and awkward around Kang Tae Moo but somehow it’s never cringey. A defining moment for me in the series was that at some point both female characters found themselves in an embarrassing situation and both male leads stepped up to help without blinking an eye. More over the fact, once it was over, they didn’t speak about it again. They made it so the girls were allowed to keep there dignity. Many shows would not have given them such a courtesy. The show is filled with moments where the characters learn to lean on each other – a particularly endearing episode sees Shin Ha-Ri realising one of Kang Tae Moo’s fears and subtly helping him through it. She’s rather masterful in how she does it and you can’t help but love her for it. It’s sweet and one hell of a green flag moment. 

An important point to note (for me at least), is that unlike in What’s wrong with Secretary Kim, the female lead here does not sacrifice her own ambitions for the male lead. Shin Ha-Ri’s an ambitious and exceptionally smart woman and in both cases (Shin Ha-ri and Jin Young-seo) they follow through with their own goals. It’s hearty and wholesome and a completely perfect comfort show. It does not disappoint in the romance or drama genre. I only wished it was longer. 12 episodes didn’t feel like it was enough for these characters and I would have loved to see more of Shin Ha-Ri and the grandfather bonding towards the end. Another time jump last episode but it wasn’t as painful as you’d think. 

The cast and performance: 

Ahn Hyo-seop and Kim Se-jeong give a brilliant performance as the main leads in this drama. But if you’ve been following this drama you might have heard about the secondary leads, Seol In-ah and Kim Min-kyu who basically steal the show at every turn. The actors delivered so well on the comedy and managed to balance it out well with the romance and drama. It was an all round brilliant performance. 

OST: 

Another great rom-com with an amazing soundtrack to match. 

Final thoughts: 

I personally loved with office romance over What’s wrong with secretary Kim? But that’s my own preference. There is plenty to love in this drama. Its sincere, heartfelt comedy that will melt your heart. It’s got some brilliant characters with great depth and the relationships in this are all top tier. From Shin Ha-ri’s relationships with Young-seo, to that she shares with her family and Kang Tae-moo, it will leave you wanting more. As I said 12 episodes was just not enough. 

#business proposal #business proposal kdrama #ahn hyo seop #kim sejeong #seol in ah #kim min kyu #kdrama #kdramadaily #netflix korea #netflix kdrama #kdramas #kdrama review #review and rambles #kang taemoo #shin hari #romance #office romance

[consumeronionbulletin]

Doona! / Lee Doo-na! (2023)

The silent, hangry, chain-smoking, giving-no-f-ks version of Bae Suzy that I didn't know I needed.

This series felt like a lighter version of Something in the Rain with a much better soundtrack, which is how I found myself spending most of my weekend watching it.

The show is an extremely no plot, just vibes, slice of life type of thing. I liked that, but I know it'll be slow going for some people. I haven't read the webtoon this is (allegedly) based on, but I can already tell writers for the show took more than a few liberties with the material.

What Worked

Bae Suzy's performance as a sad, jaded, burned out, misunderstood idol worked. This feels like something Hollywood has already done to death. Kind of a cable TV version of a pop star (male or female) who's slumming it with ordinary people and ends up finding their voice again. Along with true love.

The reason why this never felt cliche is because Suzy made you believe in it, and because the directors and cinematographers were so good at their job that you just had to believe in it too. I was willing to suspend disbelief, because I wanted to just live in the moment with them in that beautiful fantasy.

What Didn't Work

Look, Yang Se-jong had great chemistry with Suzy, and with most of the cast, but it is a complete fantasy that an ordinary, decent, hardworking guy would have that many women chasing after him. It works in a webtoon because you know what kind of story you're in for. It kind of worked here, but there were moments when I had to just actively accept the premise and move on with it. It was okay since there were only 9 episodes, but if we'd had 20, I think it would have been too much.

The Performances

Bae Suzy as "smoking idol" Lee Doo-na. Whatever they paid Suzy, it wasn't enough. She was willing to put her dignity on the line to get a good performance. There are like three other idol / actors that maybe could have made this script work, and I still think she would have beaten them out if they had open casting. I know there are people who loved her in Start-up, but this is the performance from Suzy that I'll remember most.

Yang Se-jong as "Gary Stu" Lee Won-jun. I really want to read the webtoon just to figure out how many liberties the TV show took with this character. I liked this actor in Still 17, and I enjoyed his performance here. I liked how this was (in some ways) a gender-flipped version of the sweet caretaker love interest girlfriend that you'll find in so many other forms of media. I just had trouble believing that guy could grab as much attention as he did in the real world.

Shin Ha-young as "Fake High School Girlfriend" Kim Jin-joo. The actor did a good job with what she was given, and I liked the fact that she's the same age as the two leads, but the character was just not given enough to do in the story. In a longer drama (with maybe a different actress like Roh Yoon-seo) they would have made her a viable option for Won-jun. As it is, we spent 1/3 of her time dealing with her backstory (which was mostly just to make Won-jun look good), and 1/3 of it having her pine after Won-jun and ultimately get dumped. It just felt like a waste.

Park Se-wan as "Fake Grade School Girlfriend" Choi I-ra. The actor was entertaining as heck in this show. I liked her love-line in the background and she brought some good moments of comedy to the show. But the character definitely felt like something from a webtoon (for good and bad).

Kim Sun-young as Doo-na's mother. I'm always happy to see her on my screen, but why didn't they have her do more? It's a waste of top notch talent. She could have been a menacing record executive, or the fun landlady who messes with (and secretly looks after) the young cast. If they were gonna cast her, they should have been given more than a few scenes where she yells at Doona and steals all her money (off screen). What a pity.

Everyone else. They managed to bring in alot of extras and fun little side characters that made the show feel bigger than it was, and I enjoyed that.

TL; DR:

This show is all mood and very little plot. If you like the first episode or so, then you'll probably like the rest of it. Otherwise, you might want to skip it.

#my kdrama notes #doona #bae doona #bae suzy

[seijorhi]

fic asks <33

most of these are for Sea Change and Heedless, Heartless, but there are some other misc ones in here too!

I just finished reading 'Sea Change'... It was— I don't even know how to describe how stunningly written it was! The care taken into crafting the story, to give the readers an entire movie with just words— it's amazing! Seriously, I could vividly see everything! Even little Hatori, looking like a tiny little Oikawa, I could picture Darling's crying face as they remembered everything leading up to that particular situation! It really did play out just like a beautiful, heartbreaking film in my head! I just adore your writing so much. I hope you're doing amazing. Take care!! 💙💙 - @perhapsimacat

ahh thank you my love <33 yea sea change is just... sad. cute, because hatori's so damn adorable, but i wanted sad vibes there, so i'm glad that came through! ILY!! <33 i hope ur day is going well too bby!

Rhi! How you write such good works??

i made a deal with a witch <33

Two fics in a row???? Rhi, pinch me, I must be in heaven - @artemis32

it's cuz ily so much. i gotta keep y'all fed don't i??

U ARE AMAZINGGGGGG IM CRYINGGg sREAMING for THAT iwa shsksjjsjsjsj can he bully me like that iM BEGGING

iwa: i'm not a bully like oikawa

iwa: proceeds to be just as bad if not worse than oikawa ghfjdkhfjd

love how u keep the obsession over iwaoi alive for me, two such AMAZING works n on my knees to thank u for that rhi muahhh <3<3<3

UR WELCOME BBY!! i'm just glad you liked em :)

well. well you’ve done it again. chilling work rhi!!! i have to ask—how did oikawa react when he found out you escaped? how did hatori react 😞 oh poor bubs

poor hatori :c @krystalwithakay made comment about how ANOTHER mother is abandoning him and i felt so guilty vgfdhjkcjhfdjsk SHE DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE! but no, hatori's so confused about where his mama is because quite literally up until that point, as far back as he can remember she's spent every single day with him. he's so devastated but also too young to really understand why she's not there and giving him good morning cuddles??

oikawa on the other hand?? oof. he has to try very, very hard to keep his cool so he's not scaring hatori but boy is PISSED. also, very worried about the reader cuz she's six months pregnant with his daughter, alone and god knows fucking where.

oikawaaa

agreed <33

Amazing writing rhi!! I am absolutely screaming though at how oikawa was deserted in both fics (deserved, but god damn)

i know!! who am i?? being so mean to my beloved. but he did definitely deserve it in both fics. i like to think that sea change is more of a... temporary problem hehehe. heedless, heartless on the other hand... who's to say :))

Reader Chan’s friends and family are the worst and the school let Toru stay but kicked out reader what kind of sexist double standard is that anyway great fic reader and Hajime both need therapy tho I think Toru is beyond help

literally the standards are below the floor. everyone knows it's oikawa in the vid but because you don't technically see his face the school's like :)) welp not our problem :)) meanwhile to the reader they're all 'we have a reputation to protect this is unacceptable, begone, whore!'

there wasn't as much i was able to elaborate on with her friends and family, but her family had incredibly high expectations of her, she was very much a good student who wanted to do well and had like a five year plan and so getting kicked out of school a few months out from graduation, not to mention the reason WHY she was kicked out, yeah they were not happy. assholes the lot of them. poor reader, i still love her (and so does tooru and hajime hehe)

Do you think yan! Emma is someone who would take advantage of her family (having all three brothers in powerful gangs must be rly convenient) to get to her objective, or do you think she'd actually do the dirty work herself ?

i actually think she'd wanna keep her darling as separate from mikey/izana/shin's gang related stuff because she doesn't wanna put the reader in danger. she's not above a little dirty work herself ;))

you said koko thinks himself to be in love with reader, but do the other bonten guys think the same? like in the privacy of their own minds, can they admit they have some sort of love/fondness for reader (even if they’d never act like it or say so), or do they genuinely think of her as a toy to play with until it breaks and nothing more?

mikey knows he's in love with her, kakucho admits that he feels something for her (he's probably the only one to admit to himself that it's certainly not a healthy kinda feelings, but feelings all the same) sanzu and the twins definitely have an obsession, and there's a fondness there, but i wouldn't go so far as to call it 'love'.

whoa okay but choking and slapping? Now that’s terrifying for reader...I would have thought kaku might be a little better than the rest since he seems more calm and kinda looks out for reader? Also, I cannot imagine how terrifying sanzu’s bad day will be for reader since he’s already unstable

as i said kaku's fine on a good day, but not every day is a good day. he carries a lot of issues and guilt and maybe has slight abandonment issues (people he love tend to be taken from him) that make him a little possessive and rough at times.

sanzu's bad days mean the reader watching people die in awful ways before getting brutally fucked in/around/near their blood/bodies so yeah... not fun.

https://www.tumblr.com/mintmatcha/697660715787583488 Which Yan do you think it's

visually i'd say oikawa but tbh it could work for a lot of them

#rhi answers #fic asks #sea change #heedless heartless #sink to the depths #ily guys!!!

[caffeinatedtomato1]

Finished watching Mr. Queen kdrama, and I loved it!

Spoilers below

Honestly the acting in this show is amazing. Shin Hye Sun's has such a good range - you really believe that Bong Hwan is in the queen's body. The mannerisms, the subtle changes when the queen is more herself or more Bong Hwan. She changes the pitch of her voice too. It's subtle changes that show at the end when she is more herself and less Bong Hwan that her voice is higher and sweeter. So well done. And I learned that both main actors did a lot of ad libs! And i saw a clip of those ad lib scenes, and they made the scenes so much better! Very talented actors who played off of each other very well.

And I love stories like this where the main royalty doesn't just sit around waiting for things to happen. In this story, Bong Hwan gives the queen and the king the confidence to stand up for themselves and their people. I like that the king was already going undercover to figure things out. He didn't just sit around and let his guards do the work for him. He actually went out and fought himself.

I saw a comment that I thought was interesting. That maybe Bong Hwan is So Young's reincarnation in the future, and that's why their souls connected when they both died - because they're actually one and the same. I like that idea. I think it is interesting because there is a part when Queen feels the baby moving, and says emphatically that the baby must be a genius. It makes us think that Bong Hwan is the one saying that, but later So Young's father says the same thing, and you realize that So Young is a lot more like her father, and that maybe Bong Hwan has not been affecting her personality as much. We don't see too much of So Young before her death, but then Hong Yeon does say that she'd order anyone who laughed or stepped out of line to be beaten, and her mother in laws say that she was pretty bold and unconventional before too. So how much of this is Bong Hwan and how much is her? I think honestly Bong Hwan simply removed So Young's filter. So she finally could speak her mind without fear. It shows when Bong Hwan leaves at the end, that she curses but then is surprised by how liberating it is. Hong Yeom and Choi Sang court Lady aren't even surprised at this point. And so Young even says maybe abong hwan uncovered a hidden part of her personality. I think it is more he helped her express herself more not that he changed her. The feelings were always hers.

As for how Bong Hwan feels about the king- I think he definitely cares about him and all the people around him. Like when he finds thr king and Hong Yeom and Court lady at last at thr end, I think that release of emotion and relief was not just So Young but Bong Hwan also. He really comes to care for them all.

Esp how when he is back in the present day he is desperate to find out if thr king lived or not, and he is so relieved when he does find out.

You could interpret this as care, or love. I think this is where the reincarnated idea works well. I think he does care and love the king. In the special 2 part bonus, the king wishes to meet the queen again. And Bong Hwan also wishes, and thinks who knows you might meet me in an unexpected absurd shape. Bong Hwan brought the king and queen together - to help them understand one another. And the king has seen her personality changes, so he is fine with her however she is. Did he fall in love with Bong Hwan, his personality, or So Young's unfiltered self? Perhaps a combo of all. Interestingly Bong Hwan doesn't have many moments of talking to So Young - as the show progresses, he is melding his and So Young's heart together. Does he come to understand So Young too? That's where I think maybe he could be a reincarnation of So Young in the present day, and that's why they found each other and worked so well together, meaning in the present day Bong Hwan just might see the king again.

I don't know if all that makes sense or not, but overall I felt a warm fuzzy feeling at the end. I know some were upset that Bong Hwan didn't get to say good bye at the end to the king, but maybe he didn't have to, because he didn't say goodbye, bc the queen was there with the king. The queen was clearly present while Bong Hwan was in her body, bc she remembered everything after, she even says that man is gone. I think the cursing scene was cute to show that Bong Hwans effect didn't leave, but I think what would have been cool would be to show the queen sneaking into the kitchen again to cook something, like she still has the cooking skills of Bong Hwan. I dunno, maybe that would show that he is a reincarnation of her. That'd be neat. I like this show a lot!

Anyway, I'm just rambling here, not really sure what point I am trying to make lol

I think it shows gender doesn't matter when it comes to feelings. When you come to understand someone on a deep level, you come to care for that person naturally. Does Bong Hwan love the king? Maybe. I think he does. Does he care for the king? Definitely. He came to respect him, learning that he was never an incompetent king - he was a king who truly cared for his people.

I think Bong Hwan is SY's reincarnation after all after reading different people's takes on reddit. There was some subtle evidence to this in the show when Bong Hwan tells Damyang about the parallel worlds theory and reincarnation. They must have been the same soul. I hope Bong Hwan can find the king in the present day too.

I just really loved this show, and I'm going to rewatch it! The chemistry is amazing, the actors are brilliant, and the story has a good balance of comedy and seriousness.

#mr. queen #kdrama #kdrama musings #korean drama #spoilers #mr. queen spoilers