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candycandy00 · 1 year

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For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring AFO and Toshinori in an Aladdin AU with hypnosis and gags please? In the story, AFO is a wealthy sultan who welcomes the street rat All might to his palace where he intends to mentally break him to turn into his slaves. You can decide on the activities as long as Toshinori us shackled and cloth gagged. - Requester chose to remain anonymous

Author's Notes: This is a bit out of my wheelhouse in terms of characters (I've never written All Might or All For One before) but I hope it turned out okay! Please don't expect an actual conclusion to the plot. The plot is basically there to string together the smut scenes lol.

Smut. 18+. Master/Slave dynamics. Dubcon. Gags. Shackles. Extreme Humiliation. Probably some other warnings apply, this is a nasty little fic.

Toshinori was never one to go down without a fight, so when the palace guards surrounded him on the street, he was ready to take them out, or die trying. He knew their presence couldn’t mean anything good. There were a number of “crimes” they could want to bring him in for. For one thing, he’d been stealing from the palace food reserves for years and distributing that food to starving urchins. For that alone, they could chop off his hands. Or worse.

He drew back into a fighting stance, preparing to start his assault on the guards, but movement in the corner of his eye stopped him in place. He turned to look at a guard on his right who was holding up a small child by her collar, a curved blade held to her throat. “Come with us peacefully,” the guard said, “or she dies.”

It wasn’t even a choice for Toshinori. He’d been a “big brother” to this child, and many others. The kids on these streets looked up to him, idolized him. There was no way he could let one of them be harmed for his sake. He lowered his arms and stood still in the middle of the dusty street.

“I surrender.”

The guards closed in on him, wrapping his wrists in chains behind his back. Then they escorted him to the palace.

The building itself was grand, with what appeared to be several towers and a huge, sprawling courtyard. The doors the guards led Toshinori through were ornate, with golden trim. The floor of the palace interior was polished marble. It was exactly the sort of place that disgusted Toshinori. While the sultan lived in opulence and luxury, the common people were starving and dying in the streets.

None of the guards spoke as they entered a large, open room with a high ceiling. At the back of the room, Toshinori finally laid eyes upon the sultan himself, sitting upon a gilded chair on an elevated platform. Even sitting, it was obvious that the sultan was a large man, at least as tall and muscular as Toshinori himself. He wore nothing on his head but a thin golden circlet. His hair was a shocking white, though his face did not look old at all. He wore colorful robes, though they were all open at the front down to his navel, displaying his well-toned chest.

When the guards and Toshinori approached, the sultan looked the prisoner up and down as if he were appraising a fine vase, a faint smile on his lips. “So this is the street rat who has been giving me so many headaches,” he said in a deep, clear voice.

One of the guards in front knelt down to one knee. “Yes, Sultan. He came peacefully to answer for his crimes.”

Toshinori remained silent, waiting to see how things would play out.

The sultan finally stood up and walked slowly over to the guards. He tapped the kneeling guard on the shoulder, who stood and seemed to visibly relax. Then the sultan stepped up to Toshinori and looked him in the eyes.

“I could have you executed before the sun sets,” he told his prisoner, his lips curling into a grin. “But what fun would that be?”

“What do you plan to do to me?” Toshinori asked, breaking his silence for the first time.

“Many things, my handsome thief.”

Toshinori frowned. “You call me a thief? After you steal from your own people? Living in wealth and excess while your people die?”

The sultan laughed. “Ah, so you’re a noble thief? How interesting. But alas, I don’t have the patience to listen to your accusations.” He turned his back to Toshinori and snapped his fingers. The guards immediately closed in on Toshinori, some of them holding him still as another shoved a wad of cloth into his mouth. Toshinori struggled at first, but the image of the little girl with a blade at her neck made him calm down and allow another guard to tie a larger piece of cloth around the lower half of his face to hold the gag firmly in place.

“Mmmf!” Toshinori tested the gag to see how close he could come to speaking actual words. Not very close at all, it seemed.

The sultan snapped his fingers again and the guards all filed out of the room, leaving Toshinori alone, gagged, his arms chained behind his back, with the sultan, who had returned to his chair. Only a few awkward moments passed before the sultan clapped his hands loudly and Toshinori heard the sound of a door opening somewhere beyond his line of sight.

From behind the raised platform where the sultan’s chair sat, a group of women with sheer veils over their faces walked in. Without a word to Toshinori, the women surrounded him and began removing his clothing, one of them using a small knife to free the fabric where it would have been trapped by the shackles.

Toshinori didn’t try to resist, in fact he helpfully lifted his feet one at a time to make their job easier. Something about the timid way they moved around told him they would be the ones punished if they couldn’t complete their task. He glared at the sultan, who was watching every moment with cold eyes and a cat’s grin.

Once the women were done, Toshinori stood completely naked in the huge room, his arms behind his back, every inch of him on display. The women remained still and silent, but he could see their eyes roaming over him appreciatively. He could practically feel himself reddening under their gaze.

The sultan stood up from his chair and clapped again, causing the women to hurry out of the room, leaving sultan and prisoner alone again. The sultan stepped down from the raised platform again and circled Toshinori, making no attempt to hide his pleasure at drinking in his prisoner’s nude form. He even licked his lips.

“Just to be clear,” the sultan said, his mouth suddenly close to Toshinori’s ear, “if you should manage to escape, my guards will kill one random street urchin every hour you are gone.”

At that, Toshinori finally struggled against his bonds, wanting to punch this man, wanting his hands around the sultan’s throat. “Oo ooh uhh emm!”

The sultan laughed. “What was that? Some sort of threat, I’m assuming.”

Toshinori fell silent, staring at the sultan with rage in his eyes. Nothing was more disgusting to him than someone powerful using the weak as a shield. But under these circumstances, trying to fight back would only result in needless death.

“Don’t worry,” the sultan said in a low voice, stepping around behind Toshinori, “all you have to do to keep the little rats alive is to behave for me.” As he said those words, the sultan reached around from behind Toshinori and grasped his prisoner’s cock.

Toshinori stiffened in shock, resisting the urge to struggle again. The sultan’s hand slowly moved up and down, gently, his thumb occasionally grazing over the tip. Despite Toshinori’s hatred of this man, despite his anger at the situation he found himself in, he was beginning to harden. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the sensation of the sultan’s surprisingly soft hand gliding over him. He didn’t want to be aroused. Not by this monster. But in the end, his cock had a mind of its own, and was eventually standing at attention, fully erect.

The sultan pulled away and stepped around to face Toshinori, eyes gleaming at the sight of such a large, imposing erection. Toshinori braced himself for whatever would come next. Would the sultan chop his penis off? Jack him off and make him cum just to humiliate him?

Instead, the sultan returned to his chair and clapped loudly again. Toshinori’s eyes widened when he realized what this meant. The veiled women poured back into the room, all of them stealing glances at his groin.

“Take him away for the night. He won’t resist. And none of you touch him.”

The women bowed their heads in unison, then motioned for Toshinori to follow them. He lowered his head, feeling absolutely mortified as he walked behind them across the room, his cock painfully hard and very noticeable, the tip glistening.

He had to follow them through a large door, across a room lined with plush benches, up several stairs, and finally into a chamber that looked to be made for many people to sleep in. The women began removing the veils from their faces, then they all took places on the floor to sleep, covering themselves with blankets. None of them spoke to him, and they seemed to be trying to avoid meeting his eyes.

Toshinori stood leaning against the wall, waiting for his cock to go soft. It took fifteen minutes, and every single minute was misery. He slid down the wall into a sitting position. His arms and shoulders ached. How could he possibly sleep in this situation?

The last woman still standing walked around the room and extinguished the torches, plunging the room into darkness. The full moon provided a very dim light, so dim that Toshinori didn’t even see her approach him until she was kneeling down right beside him.

He grew tense, worried that she might have been ordered to do something to him, or with him. Having sex with anyone who had been ordered to do so was just about the least erotic thing he could imagine.

“I’m sorry we can’t help you,” the woman said, maintaining around a foot of distance between them. “I wish we could take the gags off, at least, but we would be punished severely. I hope you understand.”

Toshinori nodded, hoping she could see the gesture in the small amount of light. He could make out the features of her face just enough to see her smile in response.

“I’m Inko. I would ask your name, but I know you can’t tell me.”

He nodded again.

“I don’t know how much help it will be, but I can give you some information.”

Toshinori nodded more vigorously this time.

“He’ll try to break you,” Inko said, her smile completely gone now. “Don’t let him do it. Once he breaks the chosen man, they don’t last very much longer. Once the challenge is over, he loses interest quickly.”

Chosen man? Toshinori looked at her with questioning eyes.

She leaned her back against the wall and sighed. “The sultan doesn’t visit his harem very often. He uses us more as servants than sexual partners. When he does visit, it’s just a quick thing, when he’s tired or in a hurry. But when he wants to take his time and ‘enjoy his meal’ as he says, he uses the chosen man. Every so often, he brings in a man from the streets. He prefers strong, handsome men. Men who would be a challenge. Men like you,” she said, eyes shifting pointedly to Toshinori.

“He’ll try all sorts of things to break you. He uses different kinds of torments, depending on the man. Once you’re reduced to a sobbing mess, or a shell of your former self who can do nothing but beg the sultan for pleasure, he considers you broken. So far, every chosen man has broken.”

Toshinori frowned and looked away from her. What was he supposed to do now? How long would this go on if he didn’t break?

“There was one man who lasted longer than anyone else,” Inko said, drawing his attention back to her. “He was handsome too, with wavy dark hair and intense eyes. He was kind, too. He stepped in to defend a girl who was being beaten by one of the guards, and his torments increased tenfold. The sultan’s favorite way to torture him was to deprive him of sleep, for days at a time. I never actually saw him break, but he disappeared one day, just like all the others, so I assumed the worst.”

Toshinori returned his eyes to the floor. So even if he didn’t break, the sultan would eventually get tired of him anyway? Was there no hope of escaping this?

Inko stood up. “I’m sorry this happened to you. Good luck.”

She seemed to vanish into the darkness, and Toshinori closed his eyes. At some point, somehow, he dozed off. When one of the women woke him, he was immediately assaulted by pain in his shoulders. His arms had been chained behind his back for so long, they had gone numb, and now feeling was returning when he tried to move to stand up.

Two women helped him get to his feet, and that’s when he remembered that he was still naked. He sighed around his gag as he allowed them to lead him out of the room, retracing the path they took the night before, back to the large room where the sultan sat waiting.

To Toshinori’s horror, there were at least a dozen people in the room this morning, counting guards and a few men in robes who were talking to the sultan in quiet voices. Some of them stared at Toshinori, others avoided looking at him as if their lives depended on it.

The sultan himself barely looked up. He waved his hand toward the women who had escorted Toshinori and said, “Remove the shackles to bathe him, then bring him back to me.”

The women bowed their heads and led Toshinori back out. In the room lined with benches, they began loosening the chains around his arms. Once they were finished, he slowly eased his arms back around in front of him. The motion hurt like hell, but being able to stretch and move them felt incredible at the same time. He reached up toward his gags, but one of the women grabbed his hand in alarm, her eyes looking desperate.

“Please don’t! He’ll kill us!”

Toshinori lowered his hand and nodded to her. He wanted to remove the gags so badly he couldn’t stand it, but it wasn’t worth getting these poor women killed. The look of relief on their faces gave him a small measure of comfort as they ushered him into another room, one almost entirely comprised of a huge, steaming bath.

The women gave him soaps and cloth and allowed him to bathe himself, which he appreciated. It would have been even more humiliating to have them do it for him. When finished, he dried himself and looked around for a robe, or any sort of clothing, but there was nothing there.

One of the women gave him an apologetic look. “He doesn’t want you to dress,” she said.

Toshinori wondered with annoyance how long he would be naked, but he couldn’t even ask the question. He followed the women back out and back into the room with the sultan. He felt a momentary spike of relief when he realized the rest of the people were gone, even the guards. Less eyes on his nudity had to be a good thing, right?

But then the women disappeared, leaving him alone with the sultan, and he remembered Inko’s warnings.

The sultan stood and approached Toshinori, circling him again, then stopping in front of him. “Did you enjoy the bath?”

Toshinori didn’t even attempt a response.

The sultan placed one hand on Toshinori’s chest and slowly moved it down, over his abdomen, below his navel… and then stopped, an inch away from his cock. The sultan looked him in the eyes, watching for a reaction. Toshinori didn’t give him one. He stood motionless, staring back into those icy eyes.

A few moments passed, and the sultan stepped away. “Follow me,” he said as he headed for yet another door, across the room from the one the women always used. Toshinori hesitated for a moment. He had no shackles on now. He could probably knock out the guards easily. But then he remembered the faces of the children he’d been giving food to, that he’d been practically raising after many of them had lost their parents or simply been abandoned.

He lowered his eyes and followed the sultan.

They walked down several sets of stairs, going underground, and reached a dark, dank room lit by a couple of small torches. The walls were lined with chains and shackles. There were several strange objects placed around the room that Toshinori couldn’t even begin to image the use for. The whole room gave him chills.

The sultan gestured toward the wall, to a space directly below a set of shackles. “Stand over there, and put your arms above your head.”

Toshinori tensed and took a step back, shaking his head. “Oo I oon,” he tried to say around his gag.

The sultan’s eyes narrowed. “Her name is Inko, isn’t it?”

Toshinori froze.

“Such a sweet new friend you have. Do you really think I don’t have eyes and ears everywhere in this palace?” the sultan asked. He stepped closer to Toshinori, lowering his voice as he said, “I can have a group of my guards go to her right now, and violently use every hole she has before chopping off that pretty little head of hers.”

The sultan chuckled when he saw Toshinori’s horror-stricken face.

“Or,” the sultan went on, walking back over to the wall, “you can come over here and put your arms above your head.”

Toshinori growled in anger, but it just came out sounding like a grunt. He stepped over to the wall, his fists clenched, wondering if he could murder the sultan with his bare hands before the man could summon the guards. But what if the sultan was stronger than him? What if he simply got away and then started ordering the deaths of every innocent person Toshinori had ever met?

The risk was too great. Toshinori placed his back against the cold stone wall and lifted his still-sore arms above his head. The sultan stood in front of him and reached up to secure his wrists into the shackles attacked to the wall. Then he stood back and admired his prisoner.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” the sultan asked in a mocking voice. “But there’s something missing. Ah yes, I think I prefer you hard.”

Toshinori reflexively tried to back away, but his back was already against the wall. His arms tugged at the chains. He did not want to be humiliated even further.

The sultan surprised him by stepping out of the room, leaving him alone in the cool air of the small dungeon. When the sultan returned, there was another man with him. This new man was tall and thin, with long white robes. He was carrying some sort of amulet in his right hand as he approached Toshinori.

“This is the royal hypnotist,” the sultan said, standing beside the man in white. Toshinori looked at him warily, wondering where this was leading.

The hypnotist held up the amulet in front of Toshinori’s eyes. “What would you like me to make him do, Sultan?”

The sultan seemed to think for a moment, then he grinned. “Let’s see, why don’t you start by making him feel uncontrollable arousal every time his eyes meet mine?”

Toshinori jerked his head back and forth, slamming his eyes shut, a muffled “Oohh!” escaping the gag.

“Poor Inko,” the sultan said, “she was one of my favorites, as far as the women go.”

Toshinori’s eyes snapped open, and he held his head still, glaring angrily at the amulet as the hypnotist began swinging it left to right. A few seconds later, Toshinori blacked out. When he came to, he had a headache. He remembered everything that had happened up until he blacked out, but he had no idea if the hypnotism had worked, or what other terrible things the sultan had impressed upon him while he was under the spell.

He looked around the room, noticing that the hypnotist was gone and only the sultan remained, leaning against one of the strange objects in the room, staring at Toshinori with gleaming eyes.

As soon as Toshinori saw his eyes, he felt it. Lust, desire, hunger. His cock began swelling immediately. He glanced down with horror, realizing the hypnotism definitely worked, realizing that his body was betraying him. He groaned and shut his eyes, holding onto the slim hope that looking away from the sultan’s eyes would break the spell.

It didn’t.

Toshinori’s cock was fully hard now, already dripping. He’d never felt such powerful arousal in his life. He hated the man standing before him, but his body wanted desperately to fuck him, or be fucked by him. Anything to give him release.

The sultan stepped closer, looking into Toshinori’s eyes as he glided his fingertips across his prisoner’s thighs, his navel, his hips, everywhere but his cock. Toshinori let out a strangled whine, involuntarily bucking his hips toward the sultan. “Do you want me to touch you?” the sultan asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Toshinori shook his head no. He still had enough control of himself for that much, at least.

“Are you sure?” the sultan asked, squatting down so that his face was inches from Toshinori’s raging erection. He lightly kissed Toshinori’s stomach, then moved down to circle his tongue around Toshinori’s navel.

Toshinori moaned, throwing his head back against the wall, hoping the pain of it would somehow end this.

“I can give you pleasure like you’ve never felt before. All you have to do is beg for it.”

Toshinori remembered what Inko had said, that the sultan considered you broken if you were reduced to begging him for pleasure, and that you would disappear soon after. He fought the desire, hitting his head against the wall again.

The sultan chuckled. “You are a strong one, aren’t you? Oh well, I’ll give you a treat just this once. No begging needed.”

With those words, the sultan closed his mouth over Toshinori’s cock, pressing his lips firmly into the flesh and moving back and forth, lapping at the tip with his tongue every time he moved toward the end of it.

The sound that moved through the gag was half sob, half moan as Toshinori’s legs weakened beneath him, the shackles still holding him in place. The sultan continued sucking him off, increasing the speed and friction, licking more vigorously.

Just as Toshinori came, harder than he ever had in his life, the sultan pulled away, allowing Toshinori’s cum to squirt across the floor in front of him. The sultan looked down at it and chuckled. “You were about to explode, weren’t you?”

Toshinori panted, sweat beading on his nude body, his breaths coming in shallow through the cloth gag. As he started to regain his composure, he heard the door open, and looked up to see two people step inside. One was a woman he’d seen in the harem, though he hadn’t spoken to her. The other was a young man in a guard uniform.

The sultan smiled at them and motioned toward the considerable puddles of Toshinori’s cum on the floor. “Clean this up for us, if you please.”

The two newcomers glanced at each other in alarm, then looked from Toshinori to the sultan. After a moment’s hesitation, both of them got down on their knees and began licking up the cum.

Toshinori jerked against the chains, so shocked and appalled by what he was watching. He felt guilt and shame for every drop on the floor. Meanwhile, the sultan watched them and laughed. “How does it taste?” he asked them.

The woman looked up timidly. Her voice was shaky as she said, “It’s delicious, Sultan.”

The guard looked up as well. “Yes. It’s wonderful.”

The terror on their faces made Toshinori wish he could be swallowed up by the ground.

“Are you enjoying the show, my handsome thief?”

Toshinori glanced up at the sultan, and immediately regretted it. He’d mistakenly assumed the hypnosis only worked once. He was wrong. That uncontrollable lust assaulted him once again, and within seconds he was completely hard again.

The sultan looked positively delighted. “Oh, he must be enjoying it! Look how hard he is! He must love watching servants lick his cum from the floor!”

Toshinori shook his head back and forth, trying to deny it. The servants looked up at him, a mixture of disgust and fear on their faces.

The sultan walked over and gripped Toshinori’s cock. “You two hurry up and finish. He’s about to shoot out a lot more for you.”

Toshinori tried to scream, jerking wildly against the chains. The poor woman and guard on the floor began licking more quickly, lapping up big gobs of his cum into their mouths. To Toshinori’s horror, tears were spilling down the woman’s face.

The sultan began stroking Toshinori, gently at first and then more roughly. Toshinori tried to fight it, tried to think of anything else, tried to imagine his mother on her deathbed, tried to do anything to avoid climaxing. But the effects of the hypnosis were too strong for him. His body simply wouldn’t obey him any longer.

When he came again, his seed shot out in front of him, splattering across both the woman and the guard on their knees on the floor. The two of them froze in place, staring at each other in shock as cum dripped from their faces and arms.

The sultan laughed loudly. “Oh this is perfect! Now the two of you have to lick it off each other! But that shouldn’t be a problem, should it? I know you two have been fucking behind my back. So go ahead, lick each other clean while we watch!”

The woman was openly crying now, and the guard looked at the sultan with rage in his eyes, as if he wanted to kill him. But the moment passed, and he turned to the woman and began licking her face clean, her tears mingling with Toshinori’s cum.

So that was it. This whole thing was a punishment for the couple as well. This sultan was truly a monster, Toshinori thought, listening to the joyful laughter coming from his captor while the couple cried on the floor.

When it was finally over, with Toshinori refusing to look at the sultan again, the couple knelt in front of the sultan with their eyes downcast. Toshinori looked away from them, not being able to bear the dread on their faces. They had apparently been caught having an affair. One of the sultan’s guards, with one of the women in his harem? It was a crime punishable by death.

The sultan stared down at them, all traces of humor gone from the mood. He was silent for a moment, as if letting the tension in the room build. Then he spoke. “Both of you get out of my sight. Get out of my palace. If I see either of your faces again, I’ll have your heads chopped off.”

Toshinori looked at the couple in surprise, watching their eyes dart nervously up to the sultan and then to each other. They both bowed deeply. “Thank you for your mercy, Sultan,” the guard said quickly, his voice nearly breaking. He pulled the woman up gently into his arms and led her out of the room.

After the door shut, leaving captor and prisoner alone again, the sultan sighed. “I know you think me a cruel and heartless man, but I could have had them executed this morning, when one of my spies reported them to me. Instead, I punished them and then let them go on their way. Aren’t I merciful? Aren’t I a noble sultan? And don’t worry about them. A little trauma builds character.”

Toshinori was still fiercely avoiding the sultan’s eyes. He would never call what he witnessed today “merciful”, but it was true that the couple had avoided execution.

The sultan stepped closer to him. “Look at me,” he said, his voice strangely soft.

Toshinori shut his eyes. He didn’t think his body could handle any more of that crushing arousal, those explosive orgasms.

“Why do you deny yourself these pleasures?” the sultan asked, putting his face so close to Toshinori’s that his breath caressed his prisoner’s cheek.

Toshinori refused to open his eyes, turning his face away.

“I’d rather not keep threatening people to make you do as I say. But I will if I have to.”

At those words, Toshinori’s eyes opened, and the first thing he saw were the shining eyes of the sultan, just inches away. The now familiar arousal pulsed through his exhausted body, making him moan into the gag again.

The sultan backed away and looked Toshinori up and down again. “You really do look best with your cock hard,” he said, then headed toward the door. “I’ll send someone in to give you food and water. If you don’t let them put the gags back on and chain you back up, I’ll hurt someone.”

With that, he was gone, leaving Toshinori with an aching, rock hard cock and no way to relieve himself. He collapsed against the wall, letting the chains hold up his weight. He looked around the room, realizing that this was his life now, for who knows how long. But he wouldn’t break. He’d promised himself that, and he never broke a promise.

#all for one x all might #bnha smut #boku no hero academia smut #all for one #all might

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as the world caves in | ch. 7 | bucky barnes x reader

synopsis: You are a ghost story. A former Air Force pilot who had her plane shot down by Germany in 1945, but here you were in 2023, alive and frozen in your 25-year-old body.

You haven’t seen Bucky since the 1940’s, before his fall, before you went on a suicide mission only to come back alive. You aren’t sure reliving those memories – and being a living memory of everything the man has lost – is the best for him.

But you and Bucky won’t be apart for long.

This will loosely follow the plot of TFATWS - so spoilers ahead, specially regarding episode five. Thread carefully!

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notes: i got wordy with this one, lol. But there IS fluff and revelations in there somewhere

(warnings: mentions of death, blood, injuries, weapons) (word count: 5K)

seven: timing

You’ve seen death before. It’s inevitable, when you’ve lived an entire century.

You’ve died before, when half of the universe did too, crumbling into dust and fading into thin air. You’ve seen it during the war, during missions, you’ve done it. Yet, you might never get used to it, not like this.

A shield is objectively a protector in nature. Captain America’s shield, once the symbol of salvation, had been tarnished with blood.

Bucky and Sam looked at you when you turned back to them, after watching John Walker ran off from the square. Their silent conversation from seconds before communicated to you through a look.

Walker couldn’t carry the shield. Not anymore.

“We have to take it back.” Sam said, and you and Bucky nodded at the same time.

“He has to have gotten his hands on the serum somehow. He’s too strong.” You made your way through the crowd hastily, having to shove people out of the way, everyone still in slow motion due to shock.

“That means it won’t be easy.” Bucky added as the streets had gotten empty enough for you to start running freely.

“It never is, is it?”

Sam led the way on air while you and Bucky ran, following his coordinates. A fine rain fell over Riga, and it did good of seeping through your hair and clothes, though you didn’t register the cold in the moment. The warehouse you ended up in was empty except for industrial lifts, the lot abandoned and overgrown. A good enough hiding place.

John Walker marched over to you somewhat casually, and your eyes met Bucky’s as Sam stroke up conversation.

“What? You saw what happened. You know what I had to do. I killed him because I had to!” You held yourself from flinching when he raised his voice. “He killed Lemar!”

“He didn’t kill Lemar, John.” Bucky said calmly. “Don’t go down that road. Believe me, it doesn’t end well.”

Your fingers brushed Bucky’s metal ones lightly, them twitching in response.

“I’m not like you.”

That much was right. Sam stepped forward to try and reason with him, you and Bucky staying behind.

“Bucky—” You whispered, urging him to look at you.

He offered you a small strained smile. “I know.”

“Okay. Good.” This time you linked your hands fully, icy skin on Vibranium. You squeezed for a second and let go, forgetting that it probably wasn’t bringing him the comfort you intended. You hoped the message got across, at least.

“We don’t want anyone else to get hurt.” Sam’s voice drew your attention back to Walker and the imminent conflict. “John… You gotta give me the shield, man.”

Walker looked up at you three, a smirk gaining on his face. “Oh, so that’s what this is. You almost got me.”

“You made a mistake.”

“Don’t make another.” You said, your brows furrowing.

“You don’t wanna do this.”

“Yeah, we do.”

When Bucky said that he, you and Sam advanced into Walker, surrounding him as he swung the shield in every direction.

He lunged at Sam, sending him to ground. You were smaller, but that got you to land punches at his side and ribs, which he blocked a few of. You wondered how much more he could take, one against three.

A kick to your abdomen launched you back. He was terrifyingly strong, and you think that this serum had to be the most advanced yet. On top of that, he was completely deranged.

You helped Sam up while Bucky kept Walker occupied, then using the fact that Walker had him pinned against a lift you ran behind him and landed a knee to his spine.

“Why are you making me do this!” Walker flung Bucky first, and your eyes widened in horror when he crashed violently into a metal pillar. You were second, the shield hitting your head and flinging you towards the same direction as Bucky, your body sliding on the concrete floor.

Spots swam before your eyes. You blinked once, twice, trying to get them to focus again. You felt warmth on the side of your head. Blood.

Bucky was still limp on the ground, his metal arm sparking and twitching wildly. Your breath hitched in your throat and your eyes started to fill with water and fear.

“Bucky? Buck—oh my god, Bucky, come on,” Still dazed, you held his face in your hands, watching it twitch along with his arm.

You looked up to Sam altercating with Walker and Bucky stirred in your grasp.

“Y/N.”

A relieved sigh escaped your lips, along with a couple of hot tears that Bucky caught with his flesh hand. “Y/N, the shield—”

Looking up again, you saw what Bucky meant. The shield, seemingly forgotten as Sam and John Walker scuffled on the ground. You ran to it, swaying slightly, and stomped on the edge so it would go up into your arm.

As Walker ripped Sam’s wings out you flung the shield at his back, it flying back to your arm like a boomerang. You had his attention. He ran at you, nearly howling, and you stopped his lunges using the shield.

“You. You’re strong. You’re a super soldier too.”

“I have been… since 1945.” You panted, trying to catch your breath. Walker frowned at you.

You went at him again, not giving him time to process the new information. He grabbed the shield, trying to wrestle it out of your arm. Bucky tackled him before you could crumble, but as they stumbled down and away from you so did the shield, John Walker’s hands still gripping is viciously.

Somehow, he managed to have it strapped to his arm again, hitting Bucky with it as they threw punches.

You and Sam reached them at the same time, one to each side of Walker, taking him off of Bucky. Sam moved to remove the shield from Walker as you and Bucky pinned him.

There was a crack.

Sam took the shield off, rolling away with it, and you let go of Walker when you felt he stopped resisting due to the pain. Bucky spat red, and you cleaned the blood off your face with your sleeve.

Your head was throbbing, and you felt your balance wavering once again.

“It’s mine.”

“It’s over John.”

You tried jogging to Sam’s side, but all you did was limp the quickest you could. Suddenly, your knee was in fiery pain again. You would probably need a new replacement soon.

“It’s mine!” Walker moved on Bucky who was closest. You took a step toward them, but Sam put a hand on your shoulder to stop you.

“He’s got it.”

You turned to him, wondering if you really looked that much in bad shape.

Bucky really did get him, tackling Walker and hurling his body against Sam and the shield. The three of them fell to the ground.

It was over. You finally let your knees buckle, wincing once they hit the floor.

You closed your eyes for a brief second, spots swimming in your vision, and once you opened them again the men were still heaving on the ground. Bucky was the first to get up, picking up the shield and dumping it next to Sam.

He walked over to you, offering his hand. You took it gladly and let him hoist you up. His deeply concerned expression was the same as yours.

“Hey.”

“Hey, Buck.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Let’s go clean up, sugar.”

A shower and your clean civilian clothes got you feeling good as new.

You ended up going back to Zemo’s place, Bucky making you answer too many pointless questions as the both of you tended to your injuries, even though you had assured him you did not have a concussion.

“How’s your knee?”

“Could be better. It’ll be fine, though. I just hope we don’t have to fight Walker or anyone again in the next few days.” You shrugged, pressing an antiseptic tissue to Bucky’s nose. He hissed. “Don’t be a baby.”

You chuckled when he glared at you, slumping his shoulders.

His jaw tensed. “We wouldn’t have fought if Sam—”

“Bucky, don’t start this again—”

“— hadn’t given up the shield!”

“James, none of what happened was his fault. Did you even try to understand his side of things?”

You threw the tissue in the bin and checked your phone. Sam had replied, confirming that he was okay, and that he had managed to find a ride home with a friend. You and Bucky weren’t going just yet, since you still had to find Zemo and give him to the Dora Milaje.

You sighed. “The shield is just an oversized Vibranium frisbee. It’s nothing without the right person behind it.”

Bucky shook his head. “Why are you defending him?”

“Because you aren’t. You should be the first to take Sam’s side.”

“He gave it away like it was nothing. This Vibranium frisbee it’s all we have left of Steve, Y/N!”

“Not it’s not. We have an entire life worth of Steve, Bucky. The shield is just… an object.”

“If Sam was Captain America, Walker wouldn’t even have been nominated.” He grumbled.

You sat beside Bucky and took his metal hand in yours, tracing the golden seams on his palm. He sighed, and you knew he was close to resigning.

“The government didn’t even consider Sam before nominating Walker. Hell, they didn’t even talk to him.” You pursed your lips, feeling Bucky’s eyes on you.

“How can he be Captain America if America’s gonna treat him like that? And it wasn’t a one-time thing, either. So, I get it. I don’t like how things turned out. But I get it.”

Bucky looked at the floor. “Yeah. I want to understand. I’m—I’m trying.”

You beamed at him. It had taken you a while to understand too, and you still struggled sometimes. But you were proud of Bucky, for at least being open to listen.

You met Sam the next morning at the displacement camp. Or, at least, where it had been. Sam explained that the GRC was conducting raids in search for Karli, arresting people and closing their lodgings, but without much success.

“They searched this camp and just like the last camp, nothing.”

“Well, she’ll be laying extra low after…everything.” You frowned at Sam’s old gear, wings now a broken mess of carbon fiber and wires.

“She’s gone. We’ll never find her.” Sam’s voice was grave and littered with anxiety.

“We will. She’ll move again. She won’t just stop.”

You looked at Sam and he shook his head. From the other side of the room, Bucky sighed.

“Hey, you uh, you got your sleeve back.” A new voice piped in, and you recognized its owner as the soldier from the hangar the other day. “Oh, it’s you—hi, I’m Torres. Joaquin Torres.”

The boy had a nice, gentle smile. No wonder he and Sam were friends.

“Y/N.” You smiled back at him and shook the hand he extended to you.

Bucky headed to the door without a word.

“Are you off to take care of Zemo?”

You nodded at Sam and gave him a quick hug. “He can’t be running around causing trouble, can he now? Take care, Sam.”

“You too.”

“Alright, good to know you survived.” Torres said at Bucky’s back as he disappeared through the door.

Sam smiled down at you and you let yourself be content with that for now. You still had Zemo to worry about, so you rushed to catch up with Bucky.

“So, I’m thinking we should go to—”

“I have intel he might be in Sokovia.” Bucky shot you a confused look that made you shrug. “You forget I was a spy for more than 40 years, Buck.”

You smirked a little. Retired, sure. But that kind of thing was like riding a bike, and you knew better than to drop all of your hard-earned contacts.

“Did you contact Ayo too?”

You shook your head, and started leading Bucky to the hangar where your plane was waiting. “No, I figured you might wanna do that.”

It was another good fifteen minutes of walking before you arrived, and there it was. Your baby. An Eclipse 500, a pretty little thing with a red stripe and caramel leather seats.

Bucky whistled. “When you said you flew in…”

“I flew in.”

You smiled brightly at Bucky once you were on air, and it was safe to hit the autopilot. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

Bucky chuckled, looking at you. “Yeah.” His smile widened as he turned to watch the nose of the jet cutting the clouds.

Your chest ached with something unwelcome. Oh no. Not this, and not again. You wished for the feeling to go away, so you could just love him as your best friend, as a brother – but your heart wasn’t keen on listening.

“Sometimes it’s hard to remember you’re not that tiny, spunky girl who picked too many fights.”

“Well, that little girl is still in here somewhere. Except now I could say I have a bigger chance of winning those fights.”

Bucky smiled. “You always had a mean right hook.”

He was looking at you in some sort of way you couldn’t exactly determine and you decided not to think too much about it. You couldn’t.

“And now, what? You work for the UN, you have an airplane—you still live in New York, right?”

That was the moment when, after all that you’ve been through the past days, you realized that you and Bucky haven’t had a chance to actually catch up with each other. Everything had been a blur of conflict and stress, and although you knew most of what had been going on in Bucky’s life through Steve, Bucky knew virtually nothing about yours.

“I do, actually—do you remember those rowhouses in Columbia Heights?”

Bucky knitted his eyebrows. “The ones with the… sculpted flowers on the doorway?”

“Yeah. I bought one of them in the 60’s.” You grinned.

“We used to say that we’d live there, remember? Make it big, you, me and Steve.”

You nodded. It was one of the silly things you held on to – your dreamhouse, back when you had no idea that either Bucky or Steve were still alive. Back then, your house made you feel like you had fulfilled some sort of promise. The iron fences and the flowerbeds made you feel less alone in the world.

And then Steve came back. And then Bucky. And now Bucky was back in your life, and Steve was gone. Your eyes watered every time you thought of him.

“I remember, yeah. Gosh, I miss him.” You wiped the corner of your eye.

Bucky nodded, his eyes downcast. “I do too. I guess—guess that’s why I was so hung up on Sam giving up the shield. But you were right.”

“Oh? That’s new.”

“Shut up.” Bucky chuckled. “I’ve been thinking… and I still don’t fully understand. But Sam deserves at least an apology.”

You gave Bucky one last look before turning off the autopilot. What he was saying – that he was willing to understand Sam’s choices, and apologize – made your heart swell.

“Oh my, pigs might fly today!” When Bucky let out a tired exhale, you giggled. “I’m proud of you, Bucky. Really.”

He watched you for a long time while you brought the jet down to Sokovian grounds.

Bucky had gone off to change into new clothes before the two of you headed to find Zemo at the memorial. At least, that’s where he had been seen most recently. You had stayed to speak to the manager of the small airport you had landed in, the jet needed to be fueled and stationed somewhere before you headed back to the US.

“Alright, they’ll take care of her until we—”

You rounded the nose of your jet and faced with Bucky in a well-tailored black coat, his hair was styled and he’d shaven too, now only a faint stubble darkening his jawline. He cleaned up well, to say the least. Your heart skipped a couple of beats.

“—why, don’t you look dapper.”

Bucky smiled. “Have you seen Zemo in that coat of his?”

You laughed. “Alright, hold on a minute now.”

When you returned to him, you wore heeled ankle boots, a dark skirt and a silk blouse, all over your trench coat. Bucky’s Adam’s apple bobbled up and down as he took you in and you twirled, smiling sheepishly.

He offered you an arm.

“Come on, sugar.”

Sokovia was barren land now, most of the old city had gone up in the air, leaving a round crater in its place. There had been some rebuilding efforts, but everything was still quiet and empty. The memorial was right at the center, and as you and Bucky approached you saw him.

Zemo stood with his back to you, in that familiar overcoat, reading the inscriptions on the marble. You wondered if he had been waiting.

Bucky stopped walking, turning to you. “Ayo’s already here. She and the Dora will be waiting for my signal.” He took your hand. “Wanna come with me?”

“Do you need me?”

“I… should probably do this alone.”

You patted his hand with your free one before letting go. You drew a heavy breath when Bucky took out a pistol, then smiled when he emptied the bullets on his metal palm.

He raised his irises at you, a small frown making its way on his brow. “You said you were proud of me?”

You gave him a reassuring nod. “Always. I’ll be here.”

All you could do was watch now that Bucky was making the rest of the way to Zemo. If the Dora were watching somewhere, Bucky was probably safe, but you couldn’t keep your chest from constricting in apprehension as you watched him and Zemo interact.

Bucky raised the gun with his flesh hand, and with the other he dropped the bullets on the ground. That was the signal. The Dora Milaje came from behind Zemo, and Bucky looked over at you.

When they start walking off, leaving Bucky and Ayo behind, you approached.

“We will take him to the Raft, where he will live out his days.” Ayo said, greeting you with her dark eyes as you took place at Bucky’s side. “It would be prudent to make yourself scarce in Wakanda for the time being, White Wolf.”

“Fair enough.”

“And I hope to see you soon, Y/N.”

You and Ayo smiled at each other. “Same to you.”

Bucky gaped at you, and you had to stifle a laugh.

“Hey!” He called Ayo again. “I may have another favor to ask of you.”

You looked at him quizzically, and he smirked before closing the distance between him and the Dora Milaje, discussing something before walking back to you.

“It will be waiting for you once you get there.” She announced, and turned away. You raised an eyebrow.

“What is it?”

“Something for Sam.” Bucky said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You couldn’t help but lean into his warmth, and pulled him a little closer.

“How mysterious. Are we paying the Wilsons a visit, then?”

Delacroix was a close-knit community just south of New Orleans. It was sunny the day you and Bucky arrived, so much so that you’re able to ditch the heavy coats– you, at least, because Bucky had run back to get his jacket.

You didn’t mind much, that arm was a dead giveaway, and what truly mattered was him being comfortable – but you smiled once you noticed he didn’t have his gloves on.

You let Bucky go ahead and give Sam the favor he had asked of Wakanda by himself, despite his pleads for moral support. You figured it was a peace offering, and that being the case Bucky should deliver it himself.

When you finally approached them, greeting probably Sam’s sister Sarah with a smile, Bucky was busy tightening a pipe.

“Why didn’t you use the metal arm?”

“Well, I—I don’t always think of it immediately.”

“He’s right handed.” You quipped from behind them. Sam turned to you in surprise.

“Hey! I was wondering if I would have to deal with his grumpy ass without you.” He wrapped you in a hug and you laughed against his arm.

You smiled when Bucky rolled his eyes. “He’s actually in a good mood today.”

Bucky cleared his throat.

“So this is the boat, huh?”

“This is it.”

“It’s nice.” Bucky was looking around, rocking in his heels. “Want any help?”

Sam raised an eyebrow at you, and you simply shrugged.

“He was pretty handy in our time.”

Sam studied Bucky for a good two minutes in complete silence. Then, he relented, nodding and walking to the front of the boat.

Bucky stayed behind, looking up at Sam’s sister. “I’m Bucky.”

“Ah. Sarah.”

You raised your eyebrows once you realized just what he was doing. The sly dog. 106 years and he was still the biggest flirt to ever walk the earth.

You rushed to ignore the slight pang of jealously that hit you. You were debating following them when Sarah extended a hand to you.

“You must be Y/N. Thank you for offering the safehouse to us.”

You shook her hand, thinking that you couldn’t really blame Bucky for flirting – she was really pretty. Hell, maybe you should be flirting too.

“It was the least I could do.” You smiled.

“Does he… do that often?” She asked, looking in the direction Bucky had disappeared to.

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve heard that, from hopeful girls who wished for more than just a date and a dance with Bucky. But you weren’t in the 1940’s anymore, though, and you had a feeling that flirting wasn’t really something he did often now.

“I’ll guess, no?” You shrugged, and she shook her head. “Serious!”

“Okay, okay. You go, I won’t keep you anymore.” Sarah nudged you with her shoulder. “Nice to finally meet you, Y/N!” She said, walking away and waving.

“You too, Sarah!” You waved back.

Sam was inside the wheelhouse when you found him. He was fiddling with a bunch of wires that looked more like a plate of noodles than something that was supposed to power a machine.

“And what’s going on here?”

He huffed. “I can’t get the panel to turn back on. Are you any good at this?”

“Technically I only know my way around flying things. But I can try.” You waved your hand and he stepped to the side, allowing you to start sorting out through the wires and try to see what could be connecting to what.

“You know, I think I like staring Bucky better than flirting Bucky.” Sam said in a serious tone, and you smirked.

“What a protective brother, you.”

“No, no—I’m a protective friend too. You made a face when Bucky started being all flirty with my sister.”

You furrowed your brows, looking at him. “No I didn’t.”

“Uh, yes you did.”

“Did not—” You sighed. “We’re just friends, Sam. Always have been. And that’s what we’ll continue to be.”

You connected a couple of wires and the panel flickered.

“Look. Even before I knew you two were a pair of old relics from the last century, I had a feeling you two would be good for each other.” Sam looked out of the window as Bucky walked by it, busy with scraping the paint off some wooden bitts. “And I am a great wingman.”

He winked at you, proud of his own pun, and you rolled your eyes.

“We are good for each other. Good friends. Best friends, if I may be so bold.”

The panel flickered again, then went out again. You groaned. You were so sure that would get it to work.

“It’s no use. Thing’s busted.”

“If I get it to power on, will you drop the cupid thing?” You stared at Sam with raised eyebrows, a challenge lingering in your eyes. He narrowed his, then turned to the panel.

“Deal.”

You tried again, this time joining a different set of wires, and the panel lit up. And stayed.

You smirked. “All done!”

“No no no, no— you set me up! Deal’s off! You tricked me!”

“No dealing off! You’re welcome!”

You laughed, exiting the wheelhouse and stepping into the warm sunshine. You spent the rest of your afternoon like this – helping Sam fix the boat, looking at the engine but still not getting it to work, scraping off paint and laughing at Sam and Bucky’s antics.

The sun had started to set when Sam called in for a break, offering you and Bucky a beer and a breather.

“What’s in the case?”

You raised your shoulders, just as in the dark about it as Sam was. “Dunno. It’s your gift, you’ll find out when you open it.”

“Well… gonna catch my flight tomorrow.” Bucky started, getting up and taking the last swig of his beer. “Get a hotel room for the night. Crash, you know?”

You knitted your eyebrows. Sam began chuckling. “So you’re just gonna set me up like that, huh?”

“I don’t wanna make it weird for your family.”

You hid your face in your hands. So smooth, Bucky.

“Just stay here. The people in this town are the most welcoming people in the world. They don’t care if you wear small t-shirts or if you have six toes or if your mom’s your aunt.”

Sam trailed off, but Bucky chuckled, raising a hand to stop him. “Okay, I get it. I mean, you know, the people are nice.”

Sam started laughing and stopped himself quickly. “But don’t flirt with my sister. ‘Cause if you do I’ll have Carlos cut you up and feed you to the fish.” He deadpanned.

You snorted. Sam elbowed you in the ribs.

“Okay.”

“Alright boys, I should get going, though. I can fly myself out still tonight.”

“Ah ah—no, he’s not staying here if you aren’t. C’mon, Y/N.”

The two looked at you expectantly. You sighed.

“Fine. But I am leaving first thing in the morning. The GRC vote is soon, and I have not been benched.”

On the contrary, actually. You knew the bubble was about to burst and so did the government. They needed all the help they could get to keep things running well, with so many international representatives coming over to New York for the vote.

Sam’s family home was a cozy three-bedroom facing the water and surrounded by green. It was homey, and the minute you stepped inside you felt at ease.

It was a Wilson thing, really. The house only reflected it.

You and Sarah had hit it off quite well, becoming quick friends after bonding over being completely done with Sam and Bucky’s incessant banter. They even had a staring contest, like the children they were.

“So, Bucky doesn’t flirt often… because you are into each other.” She said playfully as you cleaned the dishes from the dinner.

Your jaw slacked. “What—he’s not. Sarah! We’ve been friends for so long, that’s all.”

“Oh, come on, I see the way he looks at you. And you look at him. Also, Sam told me—”

“Sam was supposed to drop that! I can’t believe he told you.” Actually, you could. You set a couple of glasses on the dish rack, groaning.

“Hey, he told me not to tell you! But I did anyways.”

You narrowed your eyes at her. “Enjoying the double agent life, huh?”

She laughed, and you went along with her.

“I just think you should tell him how you feel. Before Samuel tries to parent-trap you.”

You knew Sarah was probably right – You should know better than not telling him before it was actually too late. You should, and yet the words die in your throat every time you looked at him.

You were in love with Bucky Barnes again. There was no going around it, but as it turned out, you were a coward. You were a coward, because you needed him to know. He deserved to know too – but you didn’t want to scare him off. Not now, that things were finally good. You’ve come all this way, and you promised him you wouldn’t leave.

This longing – this love – was only going to be a huge problem.

“I can’t. I don’t want to mess things up.”

She sighed at you and turned around to put the dishes away. “So you do have feelings for him.”

You looked at her, your eyes wide. She smiled big.

“Maybe you should date him.” You raised your eyebrows and crinkled your nose as she turned back to you, hands on her hips.

“Ah—no, don’t drag me into this.” She swatted you with a dishcloth when you raised your hands in defeat. “Let’s find you a place to sleep, girl.”

After much insistence on your part, Sarah agreed to let you sleep on the couch instead of Sam’s bed. You didn’t want to strip them off their comforts, so you settled on the couch, and Bucky took a mattress and placed it next to you on the floor.

The setup is familiar. You’ve slept like this before, you on either the bed or the couch and Bucky on the floor. Only thing left was Steve, your third piece. You’ve been trying not to spend all of your time missing him, but quiet nights were especially hard.

You tossed and turned for a while until Bucky reached for your hand, another of those old habits that had been resurfacing ever since you two started spending time together. With your hand secure in his, you drive the grief away and let sleep take you.

You woke up with the sounds of two kids making their own fighting sound effects. The smaller had the shield on his arm. Maybe it wasn’t just metal, after all. Maybe it could be more.

Bucky watched them from his makeshift bed, a grin on his face. “Hey.”

You giggled as the boys hurried to put the shield back in its case and ran back further into the house, startled by Bucky’s voice. “They’re so sweet.”

“You ever wanted them? Kids, I mean.”

You’re caught by surprise by Bucky’s question. Taking a deep breath, you processed it, trying to find a good way to answer it.

“I did – still do, I guess. It was never the right time. Or the right person.”

You closed your eyes, thinking that your person was laying right under you, on a mattress on the floor.

Strange thing, timing – you were born in 1918, and spent most of your life believing that your time with Bucky had come and gone. Now you both were more than one hundred years old, living way past your time frame – perhaps completely different people than what you used to be, but together again nonetheless.

Timing wasn’t right then – you wondered if timing could be right now.

Opening your eyes, you glanced at the clock on the wall. It was early, still barely 6.

“I have to go.”

Bucky was sat up, looking at you with a little frown. “No breakfast?”

“Well, I don’t want to abuse Sarah’s welcome. I’ll get it on the way.”

Bucky got up with you, his eyes following you as you gathered your things and he folded the blankets you two used during the night. He followed you to the door, then out to the front lawn, then to the start of the road right at the edge of the property.

“Don’t forget to have that talk with Sam, okay?”

“Yeah. I won’t.” He looked back at the house, and then at you. “I’ll see ya’ back at the city?”

You hummed. “You know where to find me.”

Bucky pulled you in, kissing your head, and you hugged him back tightly. His heartbeat was strong and steady.

“Take care, sugar.”

“You too, Buck.”

You turned back twice as you were walking away, finding Bucky on the same spot the first time and making his way back to the house on the second. Your eyes met both times, and you had to keep yourself from running back.

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cqtlatte · 3 years

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hi !! i love how u draw bgs SO much its so pretty n pleasing to the eyes i literally cant look away !!! its like watching a sunset/rise w/ur friends n the fireflies r surrounding u n ur all in a peaceful silence n smiling, u know,, ! got inspired by u to try n draw bgs now lol, so i would appreciate any advice from u ! :D (no pressure tho ofc) thnks ! :]

Hello!!! Wahghh this means a lot to me, you don’t even kno. Makes me feel fuzzy and happy inside ;o;

I remember I first got into painting bgs when I was in a big art block, but I was also nervous to make the plunge myself!! I painted bgs pre 2020 but usually they were like a placeholder/afterthought bc of this fdggbfhdnjf LOL; but I was really inspired by twitter artists like Diesel2b and koichame (and many others) who put so much care into their compositions, and I wanted to start doing that too!

Hmm! For starters, I guess it would be good to start with something you would like to focus on, what types of bg you would enjoy drawing + a goal of where you want to take your paintings! (Not necessarily art style per se, but a direction to head in)

‘I want my art to be delicate like a flower (so cheesy)

Soft pastel colors but also vibrant in spots’

A quote I wrote in my planner in February LOL. If you look at my older works, I guess the vibrancy was there, but at the same time it was dull. I didn’t understand how colors worked without the help of premade swatches and such, altho I wanted to know badly, so I made this my goal!

This direction could be as specific as mine, but it could also be broad, like "I'd like my paintings to be realistic" or "I wanna learn how to paint mountains, trees and foliage" etc etc.

With this goal in mind, I started to take screenshots of different zones from Genshin Impact, and used those for reference in my bgs. Pretty much anything that caught my eye; a nice sunset, the view of Celestia from the pillar in Dragonspine, the patterns on The Golden House, etc etc.

Around the same time, I bought a brush pack called the Sumi brush pack by TheOneWithBear https://graphixly.com/products/theonewithbear-sumi-brush-pack-for-clip-studio-paint

And altho I definitely am not using them as intended since they were created for ink styled drawings lol, I found I had a lot of fun playing around with them in my bgs!

I said this in an earlier ask, but honestly embrace inconsistency + try new things in each of your paintings! If we stick to one way of doing a certain thing all the time, our brain will get good at doing that one thing, but I think our growth slows if we get too much in our comfort zone. Style will come naturally! It’s hard to force. So go with the flow, and you will surprise yourself!

After a while of using references, I started to veer away from that and was able to make my own compositions, and am having a lot more fun with colors now too!

Even if the outcome for some of your paintings are bad as you’re starting out, don’t beat yourself up about it. I have a zillion unfinished wips myself; I spent 2 months trying to draw a Kokomi piece I was proud of bc I couldn’t get her likeness right. Of the 6-7 sketches I made, I was only happy with 2!

(tldr:

1. Come up with a goal/direction to take your art in

2. Do self-study/life study! Usually drawing/painting things from real life helps us get a grasp of how stuff works, so its easier to paint. I also like to do studies from Genshin Impact for fun too tho.

3. Embrace inconsistency! Your style will come naturally. Don’t be disheartened if some compositions don’t work out!)

I hope my rambles will help in one way or another. I'm not a spectacular teacher, because even I still have much to learn, but these are some things I wish I heard when I was starting out! ^^

#asks #you got this!#painting bgs is a lot of fun once you get the hang of it ^^ so I'm rooting for you!

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arsonistvoyager · 4 years

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A Jedi for a Clone ; Captain Rex x Reader

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pairing: Rex x Reader

Summary: Imagine you're Pong Krells former padawan, now freshly knighted jedi, and you feel hatred towards the clones, especially the 501st, and you get put on a mission with Anakin. The clones are all a little scared to get close to you but also feel a little guilty (because they're angels) since you saw Krell when he was still a good jedi and they feel like they took your parental figure. But then the more time you spend with them you realize what your master actually did

a/n: this is pretty much my first time writing anything remotely star wars x reader so whoever comes across this bear with me. i’m a stupid little beginner lol.

“Is everyone ready?”

“Yes, General, we expect the shuttle to arrive within the next 10 to 20 minutes.”

Anakin nodded as he looked over the cliffs that the 501st had set their temporary camp up on.

Arami was a planet located on the outer rim, not far from where Anakin had grown up, meaning barely outside of Hutt Space.

It had not been long since separatist forces had invaded the sparsely populated planet and had begun to enslave its population – doing so right under the republics eyes. To provocate them into a fight, Anakin had thought when the council had brought up the news of yet another separatist invasion. To make it seem like the Republic was illegally occupying neutral worlds and forcing them onto their side.

Anakin had known it was a set up from the very beginning, but the council had insisted that he take care of the problem. To be more specific, the council had sent Obi-Wan to give Anakin the orders, knowing of the connection the former padawan and master had and how Anakin was less likely to refuse the mission if it came from his almost-father figure.

And of course Anakin did want to refuse. He despised being anywhere near Hutt-Space, more specifically, his old home world of Tatooine. Too many bad memories were connected to that place. In the end he reluctantly accepted. It would be a quick mission. The seperatists had supposedly not sent many of their droid forces. An easy task for the Jedi General. And it may or may not have been his deeply rooted hatred for the slave business that convinced him to take on this mission.

As he looked over the cliffs near the coasts of an Arami ocean he had to admit the planet was barely anything like the sandy, vast, emptiness of Tatooine. If he closed his eyes and listened to the clash of waves he could almost pretend to be on the beautiful idyllic plateaus of Naboo, nobody but a certain senator by his side.

The only thing ruining the beautiful scenery inside his head were the excited and anxious chatter of his men, his troopers, behind him. The council had sent Anakin and the five-oh-first without any aerial star destroyer support. Not even the senate, nor chancellor Palpatine had been notified of the decision. It was supposed to be a quiet secret between them and the Arami people they would rescue.

The only other person assigned to the mission was another Jedi General. A senior padawan that had been knighted only months ago and Anakin and his men were about to meet her.

Formerly Commander now General (Y/N) (L/N) had made a name for herself within the last two years of the war, not only by rising up in ranks and in the favor of many High Jedi of the Jedi Council but also in her skill of many force techniques and abilities as well as the success rate of her missions.

Many civilians knew of her as a saviour, many jedi knew her as one of the top notch generals of the outer rim. The clones however would only know her under one name. Master Pong Krells Padawan.

The shuttle had barely exited hyperspace and reached the Arami system when whispered rumors circulated around Anakins men.“Krells Padawan. She’s really coming.”

“Do you think she’s bringing a clone battalion with her?” “Nah I heard she doesn’t work with clones. Not ever since...Umbara, y’know.” “I heard she used to command several troops until she heard the news of the Generals death. I’ve heard she...slaughtered her own men in a fit of rage.” “Banthashit! Don’t listen to all the rumors you hear in 79’s, Echo.” “I swear it’s true!” “Did you guys know she wields two lightsabers?” Anakin could not block their voices out, as much as he tried. The force surrounding his men was practically shaking with their insecurity. He hated that they felt that way. And he hated himself for not being on Umbara when it happened to help his men. He regretted leaving his men in the care of that psychopath in the first place. But how should he have known? The regret clawed its way into his mind anyway.

As for General (L/N)...She was not an unfamiliar face to him. In fact, because she was not far from his age, the two of them had often been in meditation and intergalactic geography classes together, as younglings. She had been nice to him. Helped him once with one of the questions when Master Mundi had asked him about the surface of Mon Cala and he had been too occupied with his daydream to realize he had been called upon. After whispering a quick “thanks” she had giggled in response, before focusing her attention back onto the Jedi Master. That was before Obi-Wan took him on his first mission, followed up by many more. As a result Anakin spent much less time with the other younglings. Maybe he had seen her once or twice in the halls of the Jedi Temple, Anakin could not recall it. Had Master Krell been by her side? He didn’t know either.

When Anakin had consoled his men after the nightmares of Umbara he had been more than surprised that many of the clones, Rex included, felt horrible for what they had done to the Jedi Master. Anakin at the time had thought it was due to their extensive training on Kamino, where they learned to obey their Generals under any circumstances. Only later had he found out someone had gone to his men and told them all about Pong Krell, his devotion to the Jedi Order and his kindness towards his fellow Jedi.

And of course, about his very young Padawan.

Anakin had wanted to console her as well, had wanted to check up on her to make sure she was alright after the horrible news reached him. He knew very well the feeling of guilt about not being able to do something about the death of someone beloved and how the darkness would very easily latch onto that feeling and devour it. The council forbade him to act.

Instead they sent him on another mission – far from Umbara – a small planet in the mid rim. Simple humanitarian acts. The council had probably thought they showed mercy and compassion. Bantha shit.

The young General turned around as he received a message on his comlink. A trooper signaled him that the shuttle would land shortly. Anakin thanked him and started walking towards the landing area they had cleared up. As he walked past his men he noticed how they tensed up and muted. As if their earlier “whispers” hadn’t been loud enough for the entire system to hear. He sighed and regarded them with an empathetic gaze before he made his way to the front. He hoped they knew what he meant by that. He understood their fears.

The shuttle had settled on the ground and Anakin and several of his troopers watched as the ships ramp rolled out. Seconds later a figure emerged from the bright lights of the ships. There she stood, General (L/N), clad in dark jedi robes. She took less than a second to inspect her surroundings, looking the clones right into their eyes before her gaze fell upon the fellow Jedi General. With a strong, confident walk and a serious, stern expression she stepped down the ramp and made her way to Anakin, ignoring the soldiers saluting her arrival. --- You felt the clones’ nervousness in the force the moment the ship had touched Arami grounds. Good. They should fear you. They should shake underneath their bright white armor.

Blue. They had chosen blue to paint their generic armor. A pathetic attempt at individuality. Red would have been more fitting in your opinion. Had Master Krells red blood spilled on their neatly painted armor when they murdered him in cold blood? You had asked yourself the question numerous times. It still haunted you.

Dozens of eyes fell on you and you resisted the urge to shoot them a glare, deadlier than the two blue lightsabers attached to your hips. The council had sent you of all people on this idiotic mission. And you knew you had more important missions to attend to – in the calmness and familiarity of your own presence. Not surrounded by mindless clones. The killers of the kindest man you had known in your life, nonetheless.

“General (L/N)”, Skywalkers voice sounded. “It’s a pleasure to have someone as talented as you here with me.”

You knew of Anakin Skywalker. The golden boy of the galactic war. In fact, you had idolized him before Umbara had happened. Of course you knew he had nothing to do with what had happened, as he had been deployed elsewhere at the time, just like you yourself had been. B ut the fact that he continued to work with jedi-killers had shocked you. How was he able to live with these men that had killed one of you?

“As it is for me, General Skywalker.”, you finally answered, taking the hand he had reached out to you and shaking it firmly. “My deepest and sincerest apologies for what happened to Master Krell.” Oh no. “I want you to know that I-” You didn’t give him the chance to continue what he had intended to say. No – you did not need his empty words of pity.

“General I think we should discuss our strategy now.”, you instead cut him off with. “Yes...Of course.” Skywalker rubbed his forehead and sighed, stretching his arm out towards the location of their main tent. “But I just want to-”

You didn’t even give him the chance to speak, before abruptly turning towards the direction he had pointed at, determined to get this mission over as quickly as possible. It was then that you ran face first into a tall, broad man that had seemingly come out of nowhere. And your heightened Jedi senses had been too clouded with Skywalkers presence to recognize the other person.

Normally this simple occurrence would not have fazed you in the slightest. But this was Arami and aside from yourself and Skywalker there were only a certain group of people on the planet. Clones.

Instinctively your hands went to your lightsabers and your mouth curled into an angry scowl, eyes burning with fury. What imbecile of a labor-bred traitor had dared to step in your way?

You locked eyes with a blonde clone in full armor, clutching onto his helmet and already taking a few steps back. “General forgive me. I didn’t mean to-” The grip around your right lightsaber tightened. Had it not been for a decade of training in the arts of meditation, you would have probably jumped onto him like a feral beast and rammed your lightsaber right through that stupidly dyed head of his. Instead you decided to exhale deeply through your nostrils and stared right at him.

“It’s General (L/N) to you, soldier. Unlike you I have a name and I would prefer it be used to address me properly.” He could barely look into your eyes.

“Oh you’ve met, Rex.”, you recognized Skywalker's voice from behind you. “Captain Rex to be exact. One of my most trusted men.” Yes you knew of the silly little nicknames the clones gave each other and you were also aware of what Anakin was trying to accomplish, but you decided to not fall into his trap and walked towards the command tent.

“You okay, Rex?”, Anakin asked shortly after you left, laying his hand on Rex’ shoulder in a soft attempt to comfort. “Yeah...Yeah General. I don’t know what came over me. I wanted to apologize. I told myself now or never. But when I saw her I – I froze.” Anakin frowned, his eyebrows knitting in disbelief. “Rex you know you have nothing to apologize for. You acted in the name of justice.” The clone trooper stared at the ground, before putting his helmet back on. “If you say so.”

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a/n: Originally I wanted to write out the entire idea of her sitting down with rex and talking it out and realizing how she had been in the wrong and even make it a little romantic but then i got a little carried away in the process and it turned out WAY too long anyway so- enjoy this. whatever it is. I’d call it experiment and me dipping into unknown territory to see if i want to continue lol Maybe I will do a second part where they actually work it out tho

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• beat of my heart | ydw

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title: beat of my heart pairing: yoon dowoon (of day6) & you genre: fluff, non-idol!au, college!au words: 4.3k

author’s note: finally, a dowoon fic that i thoroughly enjoyed writing (hence how long it is) it went on a different track than planned, but isn’t that how most of my fics are turning out to be? lol. please do enjoy!

this dot fic is part of the falling asleep on the bus scenario i intend to write for each day6 member. check out the others: wonpil (currently only have 2/5 completed)

any requests? check my pinned post if i’m accepting any at the moment, thanks!

there isn’t a lot that occupies dowoon’s mind. he gets classified as an introvert by people who have known him for years but this doesn’t mean too much for him

sure, he likes to keep to himself and only open up to people he’s trusted for a while which… is the kind of life he wants to lead

with that being said, other things that goes under Dowoon’s Approved Interests would be: playing the drums, playing a ton of games, and… animals

upon entering college, he wondered if he’d have the free time to care for animals just like when he was younger, volunteering at the nearest animal shelter in which everyone who worked there knew who he was

and always regarded him as the shy little boy but also borderline an animal whisperer. it gave dowoon lots of fun memories to look back on his childhood, and for a moment he considered studying veterinary science to continue his passion for loving dogs cats and everything in between

but another love of his life was introduced in first year high school, and that is the drums. as his social circle expanded (as much as he permitted it to, so not by a lot), so did his club activities in music and even playing as a filler in different bands became his priority (next to academics)

he still visited the shelter from time to time, it wasn’t something he could just drop so easily; bonding with stray-turned-angelic pets waiting for their forever family was his form of therapy, in a way, when music got too complicated at times or when he’s struggling with a class

and then there’s playing league or overwatch or pubg to release stress in a more high-energy fashion

so when the time came that he needed to choose a major, the first thing that came into mind was music theory. he wanted to get better at playing drums, understanding notes, and improving his performance skills overall

he’s experienced frustration over figuring out the rhythm for certain songs he liked to play before, so this is what made him decide that music is the type of interest he’d want to pursue as a career

and bonding with animals… well, would be just that. this way, he doesn’t get burnt out with the one hobby he feels much peace with. his happy place, if you will

so imagine dowoon’s surprise when he learnt of a volunteering organization on campus that caters to helping out local animal shelters on the weekends. literally what he has been doing since he was a wee lad

it was perfect timing to have passed by the club booth during intro week, he already planned on auditioning for the established bands on campus (day6 sounds like a perfect fit for him, tbh) but he hadn’t reached that level of confidence with his drumming skills yet

distracting himself with going to the shelter every so often would help him leave the dorm for a bit (his roommate ha subtly asked many a times for him to ease off of the mouse clicking during the late hours of the night and shouting, “gg” over and over)

the first few times he went to the org’s events at the shelter, it was… a little awkward

one, he didn’t know anybody and two, he isn’t exactly the cute little shy 10 year old he once was that knew every auntie and uncle in his small town.

and everyone else in the event… already seems to know each other. dowoon recognizes the guy who handed him a flyer talking to the animal shelter coordinators up in the front. he had been lost in the crowd of his peers that he has no idea what’s going on

he just wants to pet sum dogs and play laser pointers with cats, is that too much to ask for?

suddenly, everyone had dispersed into groups and apparently you choose where you want to be included in

great, dowoon is just smiling awkwardly to himself as he feels the tips of his ears blush bright red

“hi! dowoon, right? do you have a group to join?” he whips his head to the sound of your voice, just a few feet ahead of him. he’s confused as to why you knows his name, so he points to himself and feels the flimsy paper nametag attached by double-sided tape on his shirt

oh, duh. they had the new prospective members do it a while ago

he sees your name too, and remembers it in the back of his head like a prayer

dowoon shakes his head, perpetually shy and blushing hard now. you feel a sense of guilt singling him out like that in the crowd, so you approach him more closely and signal to follow you

“i’m part of the board members, and we don’t have enough people in our group so you can come join us!” as publicity chair, it is your duty to make others feel comfortable and welcomed in the org. and this is your time to shine

“we’re looking at some bigger doggos today, do you have any pets, dowoon?” you try to make polite introductions as you lead the group to where you’re assigned. like a lost puppy on his own, dowoon follows suit. he’s grateful for some guidance, and actually seeing the animals calm him down for a moment

and it doesn’t feel like everyone’s staring at him anymore as he hears chit-chatting surrounding the place

so he focuses his attention on you instead, and he somewhat regrets it

he’s not those guys who don’t have girl friends, but most of the friendships he’s formed with them are due to the fact that he was introduced by a mutual friend

so dowoon is, how do you say it, entranced by the way you talk about your first big dog in the house

and the two that followed after, and how you stopped playing with your friends from the neighborhood

because all you needed in life were your golden retrievers and newfoundland

dowoon finds himself sharing his own childhood experiences of spending time at a shelter, but never having a dog of his own

“family allergies,” he shrugs and you pout for him in frustration

wow, he’s never seen someone so invested by the fact that he never got to own a pet for himself

“well, dowoon,” you tell him as you’re approaching the section of big dogs, “i hope you enjoy your time here. this is one of the biggest shelters near campus, and fortunately a lot of dogs and cats get adopted every month!”

your enthusiasm for #adoptdontshop makes dowoon feel excited again, he’s just itching to be back doing what calms him down in a therapeutic sense

you instruct the other members to join in a pair or a trio to assist the shelter coordinators with grooming some of the dogs and going for their scheduled walks

this makes dowoon suddenly panic inwardly again, why does everything have to be done in groups?

“want to come with me?” you ask him in the middle of his inner monologue. you’re met with a look of surprise similar to how he reacted when you called out his name just a few minutes prior

“me? you’re not partnering with anyone else?” you shake your head, “as you can tell, they’ve already made up their minds. you’re one of the only new people i saw come to our event today, so i’ll be glad to show you around!” and you genuinely are. it’s rare to see a newbie look so obviously excited to be here, let alone by themselves

usually the people you’ve come to know who join your events are just there for the instagram stories or a pseudo-date of some sorts. you’re happy they’re helping out the shelter with taking care of the pets even for a few hours in the day, but their intentions lie far and beyond with what you have in mind joining the org

however, having approached dowoon and giving him your usual spiel on your love for dogs— he was actually listening and nodding along to the right moments!!! it was so refreshing, especially with the way he’s just excitedly tapping his feet right now awaiting where you’ll lead him next

“oh, let’s hang out with lady! she’s actually going to be adopted soon, but i want you to meet her,” you lead dowoon to one of the bigger stalls on the right where lady was. you call out to her, and immediately you see a tail of a fawn colored pitbull sway back and forth

she comes near you first, sniffing and licking at your petting hands. lady senses dowoon standing idly by your side, and you’re about to tell him how to approach the dog when dowoon does it for himself

he bends down to her level, lifts up a loosely closed fist and lets lady smell her first. “hi lady, nice to meet you. my name is dowoon,” he coos at her, finally lady lets him in her space as her tail wags even faster

“that’s amazing,” you point out, “we had a really hard time teaching her to trust new people”

dowoon shrugs, grinning while he’s at it and you can tell how modest he’s trying to be. but the way he’s rubbing lady’s belly and chuckling at her snorts make you believe that dowoon knows what he’s doing. and he’s enjoying it to the fullest

“thank you for trusting me, miss lady,” dowoon tells the dog who has completely fallen in love with him too. you just watch him, in awe of the scene before you until dowoon looks your way

he catches you having a weird, goofy smile and so you fake cough your way as an excuse and tuck a hair beneath your ear. “does she need to go for a walk?” he asks you, tone inquisitive and hands busy petting lady much to her delight

“we can, y-yeah,” you find yourself a little out of breath, so out of the ordinary for you. but you comply to his wish and ask the coordinator for lady’s leash and the record book.

and that’s kinda how you and dowoon started hanging out a lot on the weekends. after that first event you met him, you’re quick to tell him about the incoming ones the org has for the following weeks (albeit some were supposed to be a secret, you couldn’t resist) and that you’ll be really happy if he came

for the pets, of course

dowoon had informed you that he’s trying to join a band on campus, so he might not be at every event you described. although he’ll do his best, for all the other dogs and cats he hasn’t met yet. you become curious about the guy, but not enough confidence to ask about this band or anything other than his love for animals

so for the next few weeks of the semester, whenever you get to lead an event you’re always looking for a shy boy in the crowd. and 80% of the time, dowoon comes through

there are instances when the other board members ask you to proceed with a diff group or a diff task, and before they can sweep dowoon away from your group…

“ah, actually he’s interested in becoming my intern, so i think it’s best to keep him under my wing!”

“we’re doing interns??? now?? i thought we canceled that—”

“he’s just interested, nothing too serious or finalized but yep— ah, dowoon, over here!”

what a save, and gladly dowoon didn’t hear

he’s actually formed a few acquaintances within the returning members, and it makes you proud to see him come out of his shell a lil

even if you don’t know much about him yet, just his major and the band he’s trying out for (which is looking very good, in his terms) as long as dowoon voluntarily wants to attend the events, it’s a success to you

“who are we meeting today chief?” dowoon would tease you once the event has started, and it’s becoming a running theme in your guys’ greetings

hmm, you decide, major,” is what you’d call him (as you squeal and squirm involuntarily inside) “bathing ole’ mister winston or trying to teach tiny toffee how to sit and stay for more than two seconds?”

dowoon visibly shudders, remembering the time the english mastiff mister winston slobbered him so much as a form of thanks for keeping him squeaky clean, and you basically laughed at his face for 15 seconds straight

“let’s teach toffee some tricks today,” he relents as you already knew the answer but wanted to see reactions of his flashbacks

you’re not sure if any one of the board members have noticed your particular liking to dowoon. if they did no one said a word because the whole point of the organization is

to have fun with animals and prepare them well for their furr-ever home, which is what you and dowoon love doing together. there’s a kind of synergy that you feel being with dowoon and working with one dog

dowoon knows more techniques on how to calm down anxious dogs than you’ve ever learned being in the org

you have to admit sometimes you’re still skittish, jumping from loud sounds or yelping in response to mister winston pawing at you (and his paws are bigger than your face)

or maybe it’s the fact that dowoon is there teasing you instead, intentionally hiding from you when you need a helping hand only to return with a handful of kittens in his embrace. “sorry, they were calling out to me and i couldn’t resist.”

you’d roll your eyes and attempt to get upset, but the way his own shines and his shy giggle coming out of him when the kittens fight their way to nuzzle against his cheek— it’s harder than you thought

anyway, you tell yourself that you’re keeping dowoon by your side because the two of you learn a lot together, and the back and forth coordination you have with tougher to care for dogs makes the job easier, it’s really that. it really is

or maybe it’s more… because as the weeks go by and dowoon couldn’t come round the shelter on the weekends, he asks if you want to see him practice with the band he’s joined

unfortunately, a lot of the times clash with your events or other school related activities, so dowoon insists on sending you videos of him playing the drums

it was a wild ride of messages, to be honest, because at first the camera would just be showing the ceiling, and then it would be recording his shoes, then just the surface of a drum until the vibrations shake it off of wherever dowoon was putting his phone against

nevertheless, you’d listen to how he plays the instrument he truly loves, and it was another side of him that got you feeling enamored

the day has come that there was no event at the shelter, and dowoon alongside other day6 members were having a busking session on campus grounds

“i’ll record you this time, dowoon, you don’t have to rely on faulty angles and physics anymore,” you tell him minutes before the gig started. you’ve seen dowoon give off a positive, excited aura in the shelter, but being with his bandmates and sitting in front of his drums— you’re observing a different side of him

and it’s addicting. to watch

“oh, guys by the way, she’s the one i was telling you all about,” you hear dowoon tell his members while you stand on the side. a question mark pops in your head, what does he mean by that???

soon after, everyone introduces themselves to you and shakes your hand. and you’re stunned, having known their names before (courtesy of dowoon) but not really associating a face with it

“you didn’t tell me your friends are good looking,” you tease dowoon, “you’re hanging out with the right crowd,” you add, poking him on the side to watch his reaction

and you get what you wanted, ears blushing and hands shoving you away playfully

around you, a crowd has started forming and you notice people from the org watching on the sidelines too

posters fill up the air with names of the members— and even dowoon

huh, why does that hurt a little inside (maybe you should have made a poster too? you glance at dowoon to see him gazing upon the cheers of the crowd and perhaps his name in sharpie, enclosed in hearts by his supporters)

that hurt a little more too

you shake away the weird feeling, and remind yourself that you’re here to record him for the first time, and to listen to him play live

when they finally begun their performance, you became more speechless than you thought. you’ve gone to indie music gatherings before and have watched a couple of up and coming bands do their thing

but day6 is something else— and most especially, you know the drummer

the ones those girls behind you are screaming your ear off for

he’s a god with the drums, eyes closed in parts that require careful and soft beats but you see the fiery look in them once the song comes up to its peak

it was thrilling, it was a sight to behold. dowoon in his other element, another side of dowoon you’d love to get to know more of

you resist from screaming his name so that your recording doesn’t sound ugly (you’re sending it to him after all), but that doesn’t mean your heart isn’t beating as loud as the rhythm of his drums

a few times during the performance, you catch him looking at your direction, but you’re not sure so you just raise a thumbs up with one hand while the other holding your phone feels strained as they go on

it’s ok, it’s all for dowoon

an hour later, their set ended with a bang and girls and guys alike flock to the members to get a poster signed or something else of theirs (dowoon had already given you a pre-signed poster. friendship benefits?)

you didn’t want to leave without congratulating him for a very successful first gig, so you sit by the benches. a little farther away from the platform where they performed to give yourself fresh air, and understand why your heart continues to pound so hard and so fast

and the cheers for dowoon’s name playing back in your mind

it’s the after show adrenaline, you tell yourself, rewinding the footage you recorded to pass the time

your mistake since it was all just dowoon

there were times when you “accidentally” zoomed it in his face, and kept it there. for minutes on end

god why does he smile like that, stop you’re hurting my HEART

“someone’s a fan,” a low, litling voice creeps up behind you

and your first instinct is to punch the invader of your personal space

which you did (albeit not as strongly as you wanted) but when realizing who received said punch…

“dowoon holy shit WHY WOULD YOU GO BEHIND ME LIKE THAT”

“I DIDN’T KNOW YOUR REACTION WOULD BE SO VIOLENT”

so uh, there you suddenly are

in the college’s nurse office

with the drummer of what seems to be a rising band on campus, dowoon

getting his bloody nose (literally) checked out, and asking him serious questions without you in the room

“did she really think i’d punch you like that???”

“i think it was really nice of her to look out for me, you know,” dowoon smirked, and the two of you had already come out of the office and you were ready to actually punch him for real this time

but you decline your desires because you still feel a bit guilty

a part of you knew it was dowoon, the voice was a dead giveaway, but you’re “logical reasoning” says you didn’t want him, nor anyone, to see you admiring his face on video. playing it on loop

“i’m sorry,” you finally say, cringing at the turn of events tonight “can you still make it to the band’s after dinner party? can you still eat with your nose like that?”

“you’re so weird,” dowoon replies, pinching the bridge of his nose as he elicits a short “ow” of pain, and you can’t help but feel so terrible

“ughhhhhh dowoon pls say i didn’t break your nose or else your fangirls will hate me”

“what”

“you heard me don’t make me say it again”

“say what again :)” at this point he’s just messing with you, his nose doesn’t look crooked anyway and he definitely knows there were girls fawning over him!!

“c’mon, i’ll pay for the uber to take you to the restaurant,” you urge, it’s the least you can do for physically hurting the person who seems to be confusing you what draws the line between being a friend and… potentially liking them more than that

dowoon doesn’t respond, just shakes his head no and walks alongside you

“what do you mean no???” you’re baffled, why would he decline such a good offer??

“no i’m not going to the dinner, it’s fine i get to see them every day,” he reasons out. he stretches his arms and evokes a yawn. “besides i’m pretty beat from the gig, so i’m just gonna crash back at the dorm”

you’re not convinced, what if he’s just pretending to be sleepy so he doesn’t bother you anymore? biting your lip, you contemplate on persuading him to go but buying his dinner (you’re not sure how that will work) until he stops in his tracks and

pinches your cheeks

to stop you from thinking as your eyes land on his

dowoon huffs, eyebrows creased with concern as he says, “you look like one of the dogs we fed last week who wanted more food in his bowl, but he doesn’t know he’s on a diet.”

he.. really compared u… to a dog????

“what do you mean by that,” you counter, cheeks heating up from the sensation of his fingers pinching at them. not too painful, but enough to consciously feel the pressure of his touch on your face

not to mention his focus is all on you

“you’re upset because i won’t give in to your apology gift,” he explains further. “but really, i’m fine. you didn’t break any bones, and you aimed for my nose. if it were my hands that got hurt then it’ll be a different story”

you groan outwardly, not knowing how to best him out of his logic

“c’mon the bus is coming soon, let’s call it a night,” he says, releasing your cheeks from his grasp and instead, tugging at your hand to follow his lead this time

you don’t let it go

once you enter the bus, dowoon finds an empty two seater and slides right in by the window seat, patting the one next to him. you reluctantly take the spot, still reeling from the way he held your hand so effortlessly, still confused about how you feel about him, still wanting to make it up to him

“is there an event tomorrow?” dowoon asks, escaping you out of your reverie. you churn your brain to think as this is a good opportunity to divert your attention somewhere else

“i believe so. i’m not leading the event, but it’s basically adoption day at the shelter. did you want to come?”

“of course, if you are”

“oh,” that caught you off guard… he can always come to events even if you aren’t, he’s a member now and he’s good friends with the other board members…

“if you’re not, then are you busy doing something?” he yawns again, eyes becoming droopier by the minute as the bus takes it leave

“not really… we can go… together,” you attempt to string coherent sentences together, but the sight of dowoon dozing off at the electric hum while the bus moves entrances you

his pale soft skin contrasts the tiredness in his voice, trying to keep himself away by answering you

“mm. yeah, i’d like to go with you...anywhere… with you,” he starts mumbling, head dangerously close to colliding against the window

silently, you chuckle. and admire the hardworking effort you’ve seen dowoon achieve so far, it makes you momentarily forget about figuring out your feelings

cause it’s kinda obvious with the way you’re seeing him right now, usually you’d tease him, take a picture for blackmail or even feel slightly awkward sitting in the bus next to each other

but right now, you admire him. and wish you can talk to him more about the band, about his dreams, about going to events “as long as it’s with you”

you hear him continuously mumble string of phrases that are incomprehensible at this point, and instead of making fun of the guy (you’ve done enough damage to his nose), you gently tell him, “sleep, dowoon. i’ll wake you up when your stop is here.”

“mmkay,” he gives in, breathes out heavily and

leans against you

resting his head on your shoulder, even making himself more comfy by nuzzling his cheek by the junction of your neck

in a way it sets your heart aflame

but on the outside, you feel at ease. that he can easily take the hit with his nose just mere moments ago and willingly let his head, and his mind rest for a little right by your side

you don’t have to wonder about your feelings anymore

you’d want this to happen more in the future, and hopefully

you’re just wishing upon a star here, that dowoon feels the same

#day6 imagines #day6 scenarios #day6 au #day6 x reader #yoon dowoon imagines #yoon dowoon scenarios #yoon dowoon au #dot series #by:jiae

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wygolvillage · 3 years

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been thinking about how i would make a remake/reimagining of simons quest. long post ahead. might be a little stupid since im no game designer or writer or anything lol

random gameplay stuff

it would be metroidvania style, but not all in the castle. imagine it like ooe but the map is interconnected.

i would keep the day/night cycle but it would be less obnoxious of course... probably there would be a little clock on the HUD showing what time it is and how close you are to nightfall. villagers would go inside during the night, but you can still enter churches. churches are your most reliable healing method since save rooms would be pretty sparse in the rest of the world map, and saving at the churches also allows you to skip straight to morning or nightfall if you so desire. being stuck in the middle of the woods during night can be disastrous if the player is ill-prepared since monsters grow stronger then.

there would still be puzzles to figure out and complete, and it would still be a bit cryptic (not to the degree of the original of course), but there is a supporting character i would put in who you can ask for hints at any time, and hers are a lot more straightforward (more on her later). important items are gained through quests rather than bought with hearts, but drop rates would be VERY forgiving since it’s required. like, a villager promises to give you the red crystal if you can get him some fish meat from a merman, which would have about a 40% drop rate... i kind of wanted to preserve the sense of fighting monsters to forage for materials the original has without making the game a total grindfest :P

additionally, materials dropped from monsters can be used to craft food items after simon teams up with the aforementioned supporting character. like i said before, save rooms wouldn’t be super common so it would be implemented as a way to heal yourself when you’re away from town.

the bosses would be decently difficult to compensate with there being very few of them- a true challenge, but they can be beaten with both playable characters if the player is skilled enough

the plot would be expanded upon as well so lemme give a little summary

it begins in simons house where he wakes up having trouble breathing. he’s been struggling with some physical illness ever since battling dracula years prior, especially a nasty bite on his arm he sustained during the fight, and that arm has been turning a pretty nasty shade of grey, like its wasting away. he goes outside to a graveyard near a local church to try and get some fresh air, but it is largely unhelpful. suddenly, he spots an old woman standing at one of the graves. he looks over at him and says mysteriously “ah... must be a horrible night for a curse.” simon is like “what do you mean?!” the old woman tells him to “resurrect him and destroy what remains, or nothing will remain of you”. she then disappears into thin air, implying she’s a ghost or something equally spooky. simon is like “destroy what remains... dracula’s remains?!”

the game starts properly in the graveyard and surrounding forest as simon heads in a fairly straight path towards the town of jova, where he meets a woman a few years younger than him named agnes. agnes’ parents were killed by dracula’s forces when he was resurrected back then, and she admires simon greatly for defeating the dark lord (shes also implied to be a descendant of grant danasty!). she decides to accompany him on his quest after hearing about his curse. he asks the head priest of the town if he knows about dracula’s remains, and the priest tells him that he heard of some of dracula’s followers placing some of dracula’s body parts in their strongholds to worship, and points him to the direction of the first stronghold and hands him a stake. he also warns them that bringing all of his remains together can resurrect the dark lord and it holds a remarkable corrupting power.

simon and agnes then become a character swapping duo (just like portrait of ruin hehehe). agnes is low on defense but can deal plenty of damage at a close range, and her signature weapon is the golden knife. she’s fast as well, whereas simon is more of a slow, defensive character who is best at keeping distance between himself and the enemy. agnes is smart, but impulsive and stubborn, and doesn’t like being told that she’s wrong. simon is a stoic but kind individual who tends to keep to himself. their personalities occasionally cause conflict between them during the adventure, but they eventually grow to become really good friends.

eventually they reach berkeley mansion, the first of the strongholds, and its aesthetic is very much “dark evil church”. there are the usual skeletons and bats and stuff, but some of the dracula followers are regular enemies as well. the first boss is a human who has dedicated his life to following dracula (specifically to contrast against the priest dude who gave simon the stake and directions) who uses magic attacks and stuff. beating him earns simon dracula’s rib, which functions suprisingly well as a shield (which becomes important later).

the adventure continues on like this, going from town to mansion to town, with simons curse becoming more and more hindering to him (from a story perspective not a gameplay one. simon wont become worse to play as because that would be lame as hell). they go to the other mansions, with the bosses being carmilla (guarding the nail of vlad, in a mansion thats very much a vampires lair), olrox (guarding the eyeball, in a massive dining hall themed mansion) death (guarding vlads ring in a Spooky Clockwork Skeleton Mansion with slogras and gaibons and all the usual death stuff), and in the final mansion... there is no boss. just as simon is about to grab the heart, agnes stops him.

Agnes: You told me you were going to destroy the remains, weren’t you?

Simon: Of... Of course, Agnes. Why do you ask?

Agnes: Why haven’t you?

Simon: ...

Agnes: We have almost all of them. You remember what the priest said, right? That bringing them together can resurrect Dracula.

Simon: Well... I haven’t exactly been truthful, Agnes. The old woman who sent me on this quest didn’t tell me just to destroy his remains...

Agnes: So you’ve been intending to resurrect the Dark Lord this whole time? For your own selfish gain?

Simon: This curse will kill me if I don’t.

Agnes: ...So it’s true, then. You’re willing to risk the lives of thousands just to save your own skin. Lives like my parents’... Lives like mine.

Simon: I...

Agnes: There’s no need to explain yourself, oh great hero, Simon Belmont. (Scoffs) If you care more for yourself than anyone else, strike me down now!

surprise! simon has to fight against his best friend! tbh i would be pissed at him too lmao. and it’s a tough fight, as agnes can deal a ton of damage and is hard to dodge. killing her like any other boss will give you the bad ending, where simon realizes she was right and lets himself succumb to the curse out of guilt for her death. the way to the good ending is to use dracula’s rib as a shield (i told you it would be important!) or dodge/survive her attacks until she tires out (the shield is the best method though), and realizes simon doesn’t want to hurt her. they have a touching emotional moment and simon assures her that he beat dracula before and can do it again, but he will need her help. agnes nods, and they head to the ruins of dracula’s old castle, which is totally empty. there’s no music, while the rest of the game has been filled with catchy tunes, here there’s only ambient noise.

they reach the throne room and place drac’s remains on a pedestal, where they begin to glow with dark energy. blood is dripping down the walls and stuff, and the count is returning to the mortal plane as thunder booms in the background. simon begins to doubt himself. if he loses now, the world will be plunged into darkness, and it will all be his fault. but... agnes has his back, despite everything. they fight dracula together, and though it’s tough with simon’s weakened body, they eventually prevail, as simon drives the stake into his heart, the curse finally lifted.

the game ends with agnes and simon returning to jova. agnes admits that she’s still upset with simon for lying to her, but she would be even more upset if he died slowly because of her. simon sighs, stating that there was no easy solution to the situation they were in, and asks for forgiveness for breaking her trust and risking so much for his own desires. agnes says maybe one day she will forgive him completely, and she still considers him a friend, but she needs some time to herself. simon nods, and they go their separate ways.

SO YEAH idk if this is even good but i hope u at least enjoyed reading it. maybe ill make designs for this version of simon, and for agnes too ofc :D

...yeah, not exactly the happiest ending, but i always found it kind of weird that simon was so willing to resurrect the count to save himself from the curse, so that’s the main conflict i decided to add to the story. its not the sort of conflict that can be easily resolved. theres no easy answer... agnes was right about simon risking other peoples lives being wrong, but she was also wrong to insist that he just give up and let the curse kill him instead. its Complicated idk... Castlevania II: Simon’s Trolley Problem

edit: actually i decided there would be two "true endings" after using the shield in the agnes fight. the one i described, and a second one where they decide against resurrecting dracula and simon lives out the short rest of his days with agnes until he dies of the curse. both endings are considered equally canon and valid

#Castlevania #castlevania ii simon's quest #simon's quest #simon belmont

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writing-the-end · 4 years

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LoL Chapter 7- Mineral Mage

Masterpost

A Wizard Hermits tale (AU belongs to @theguardiansofredland )

The hermits are home on their hidden island of Eremita, welcomed by a friendly face...and a not so friendly friend. TFC is desperate to discover what the crystal is, even at the expense of his own wellbeing. But does he take it too far?

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At the tallest rise of the island, a glimmer is visible. Light shining off metal, and a small red tassel flowing free of the knight’s helmet. As stoic as he looks, standing heroically at the crest of the island, his face shows a childish glee. Jevin squeals, jumping from the sky turtle and rolling across the grass. “Wels! Long time no see, my man!”

Wels lets out a raucous laugh, features lighting up with joy to see his friends, his family. After what he’s been through in Alphasgard, he was afraid he’d never see them again. See the ragtag team of idiots he calls family. “Hear you guys got a big contract- and you didn’t invite me?”

“You stopped answering our letters, we thought you were too busy.” Stress giggles.

“Phoebe was so sad every time she returned with the letter unopened.” Zedaph pouts, patting the head of the massive turtle, fingers gently preening the green feathers of the beast, the whorls like clouds in the sky.

“What even happened?” Doc questions, sliding down the massive turtle shell with a lot less of his usual suave attitude. He may be a puppeteer mage, but animals are Zed’s thing. “We came as fast as we could.”

“Let’s just say some people were less than happy to find me snooping around their sewer lair.” Wels shrugs off his tunic’s sleeve, showing the scar running over his shoulder. Mumbo winces alongside Stress, but False steps up.

“Wicked scar, man.” She high fives him. “I’m sure you left me with a whole pile of things to fix, huh?”

“You bet. But first… what’s been going on with TFC? What is that crystal that he’s practically sleeping with?” The guild turns, looking down the hill, across the small forest and pond, over the training grounds to the inhabited side of the island. Among the odd collection of homes, he can see the crystal cave that TFC calls his own.

“Lets grab TFC, and we can go over everything at once. Including what he missed.” Xisuma nods the rest of the guild to their open hall, while he follows the footpath to the cave. Exactly as Wels warned him, TFC is hunched over his desk, picking and scraping at the crystal in his hand. “TFC?”

“What?” TFC looks up, blinking away the fatigue in his eyes. Dark rings and bags accentuate the sharp gaze he shoots at Xisuma. X steps back, before entering into the cave.

“We’re back, all of us are gathering in the guild hall to go over everything that happened. Haven’t you filled in Wels yet?” TFC isn’t acting like himself, he isn’t acting like the leader Xisuma knows he is. The father he is to every hermit. Strong and a good leader, calm and thoughtful. His words are short, cutting into Xisuma’s skin and lashing him with the tone in his voice.

“I’m busy, can’t you see?” TFC raises the piece of the crystal, light consumed by the darkness. Xisuma retreats from the magical item, feeling the evil magic within. He looks up, noticing the hungry, weak stare that TFC holds with the crystal. He’s obsessed with it, he doesn’t even notice his hunger or fatigue.

“TFC, please. Take a break, we have...a lot happened in Milliara. You’re our guildmaster, you need to be there.” Xisuma reaches out, but as soon as his fingers brush the draining crystal, TFC’s hand wraps around his wrist. It’s a firm grip, fingers constricting tighter and tighter until Xisuma’s knees buckle from the pain. Xisuma gasps, shaking. Sure, he’s been in duels with TFC more times than he can count, but TFC never intended to hurt him before. He never intends to hurt any of them. “T-TFC.”

TFC notices the fear crossing Xisuma’s eyes, the way he’s collapsing under the tight grip around his wrist. Fear...of him. Of his own guildmaster. TFC retracts his hand, cradling the crystal close to his chest. Why did he do that? Why did he hurt Xisuma? He just didn’t want him to touch the crystal. “Fine, I’ll go.”

The rest of the guild is listening to Wels regale them with his mission, pointing to aging wounds. “-and that’s when they captured me. They thought they had me beat? Ha! I took that sleep potion on purpose. I knew they’d take me right into their lair.”

“But you were tortured! Wounded!” Keralis whimpers.

“A little bit of pain wasn’t going to stop me from finishing my mission. These rogues were murdering people in cold blood- lucky for them mine was hot.” Wels’s lion tail flicks to the side, passing from one shoulder to the next like the tongue of a clock. Content to be with his friends- and very content to have some of Cleo’s amazing hard cider in his stomach.

Everyone looks up, seeing the last two members of the guild arriving. Wels turns, resting his arm on the black pants. He doesn’t feel like wearing his armor, not on a day off like this. “So… tell me, what took all of you guys off the island?”

“We got a huge contract. For all of us.” Grian grins, before remembering how that contract ended for them. They didn’t even get the gold, just a slap on the wrist. For what? Doing exactly what Magistrate Dolios wanted.

“We were asked by the magistrate himself to investigate a disturbance in a town. But when we arrived, everything was dead.” Xisuma adds, tucking himself in the shade of the tree. He pulls off his mask, safe from the blinding light of the sun, his eyes weak after years of stargazing.

“Okay… that’s not all that weird. Was it a plague? Or some banshee?” Wels shrugs, pulling his curly blonde hair away from his neck. He did not miss the warmth that the Ashioll sea brings, compared to Alphasgard’s cool mountain breeze.

“No, not dead like that. Not just a corpse on the ground.” Cleo mutters. “There was nothing. Not even a soul left for me to find. And not just people or animals. Crops withered to ash, wood rotted to charcoal, and water dried up. It wasn’t just the people- the entire land was dead. A black scar on the map.”

Wels’s face darkens, his eyes falling to the floor as he considers this news. “So what did you find?”

“We found a crystal within the well system. Large, imposing. Floating over the spring. Taking its power.” Zedaph leans over Tango and Impulse.

“And then it attacked us.” Tango hisses, playing with the tattered sash of Impulse’s. Pulling on the yellow threads and adding it to Zedaph’s golden locks. He’ll have an extra head of hair, if Impulse doesn’t notice. “These two creepy husk townsfolk came in, one attacked us, and then the crystal started spewing creepy mist stuff and nearly spiked us with it.”

“The same crystal that TFC has?” Wels looks at the black gem in his hand. It’s so small, how was it able to overcome them all?

“No, that’s just a mega tiny chunk.” Iskall responds, before pausing and squinting as he recounts his words. “No matter what we did, almost nothing could break it. Only my iskallium was strong enough to put it back into dormancy.”

“We narrowly escaped, but that’s when we rushed to Milliara. To tell the magistrate what we saw.” Xisuma leans against the massive oak tree at the center of the open guild hall.

“Wait...the magistrate, Magistrate Dolios- leader of the Council of Guilds, creator of that ridiculous law about licensing guilds? He asked us?” Wels looks around, waving at the island hidden among the mysterious, danger ridden sea. “He does know we aren’t a legal guild, right?”

“That was his whole point. His whole ploy.” Doc growled, his lips curling back. He wishes he could give that jackass a taste of his own medicine. Play with him like he did to them. “He tricked us into doing his dirty work, then made a fool of us all in Milliara.”

Now it’s TFC’s turn to be confused as well. “Wha- what do you mean? He tricked us?”

“Oh yeah, that’s the best part.” Etho growls. “He burned the contract, and kicked us out like we were idiots asking to be licensed. He played us.”

Anger flares hot in TFC’s veins, itching from his wrist where he holds onto the crystal. Like it’s feeding off his emotions. “So we did all this...for nothing!”

“No, not nothing.” Xisuma tries to calm TFC down. Try to get him to think like he normally does. Rational and calm. “This crystal, the one you have. I think there’s more going on. Joe, could I root around in your library, see what I can research? See what this magic could be from?”

Joe nods, and opens his mouth to welcome X to even search through his restricted books. But TFC cuts him off. “No! I’ve got this, I’m close to figuring it out. Learning the trick behind the crystal. You don’t need to get yourself tangled up in my work.”

“TFC...we always work together. That’s why we have a guild.” Mumbo whispers, standing up. “Listen mate… a lot of us are worried about you. I think that crystal is affecting you, dude. You’re- you’re scaring some of us.”

Mumbo opens his hand, quietly asking for the crystal. Not forever- he can’t do the magic that TFC can. If they hope to learn anything, they need his work. But it’s obviously affecting him. He’s changed.

But TFC recoils, gripping the crystal tight. “No! This is my work- I just have to test the gem and see it’s properties, and we’ll know exactly how to handle this. I don’t need you guys interfering!”

Xisuma’s eyes widen, realizing what TFC is saying. “T no!”

He reaches out, but he’s a second too slow. TFC’s magic circle has already been cast, surrounding the gem and sapping it’s powers. The blue arcane light stains black, circles and lines falling apart and struggling against the dark magic. Taking it over.

TFC falls to his knees, gripping his head. Black veins crawl up his skin, from the hand still holding the crystal. Unable to let it go. Like worms crawling through his bloodstream, infecting his body, sapping his strength. His skin turns pale, almost an ashen grey tone. The corrupted magic circle fades away, black mist replacing where magic hung desperate in the air, trying to stay activated. The mist retreats back to the crystal.

The hermits rush to TFC’s side. Grian’s hands are already glowing, trying to find a way to heal TFC from the pain, but none of it is external, or even wounded. He’s sick, not hurt. He’s in pain, not broken. Xisuma holds the guildmaster up, ignoring the painful glare of sun in his delicate eyes to focus on TFC. “The crystal! He must’ve activated it’s magic! It’s draining him like it did Gildara!”

“We have to get it out of his hand.” Iskall tries to pry the gloves open, but the older hermit won’t let go. It’s a vice grip, and when Iskall pulls his own fingers away, black mist trails behind. Trying to attach to even more power, the power surrounding it in two dozen different faces.

Wels draws up his magic circle. “Stress! You’re the strongest of us! Get it out of his hand!”

The azure circle is released, wrapping around the ice sorceress. Imbuing her with a strength buff. Iskall steps back, knowing not to get in her way. She digs her fingers between TFC’s. “Sorry, luv, but this really isn’t good fer yer health.”

Stress’s fingers pull apart the guildmaster’s, prying free his metal gloved hand and wincing through the mist that catches on her. Crawling on her like a cobweb, searching for magic to steal. She finally gets all the fingers to release, grinding her teeth as the crystal is exposed.

Jevin reaches out, encapsulating the dark gem in a mold of blue slime, hardening it into a thick casing. TFC collapses into the hermit’s warm embrace as soon as the crystal is punted away. “That thing needs to be destroyed now!”

“But what about TFC? We need to get him to the infirmary.” Grian needs to take care of him, or at least try to help. He’s the healer- he needs to heal their resident grandpa and guildmaster. Stress, still imbued with the strength buff, picks up the larger man bridal style, aided by Ren and Scar in giving her a gentle slope to the bottom of the hill. The hermits race off, leaving behind only a few to deal with the crystal.

Namely, Mumbo and Impulse. The two both watch the guild run to the infirmary room, but they know they will only add more bodies to the chaos. Impulse’s magic won’t do anything to help with that- but he is a master of destruction. And Mumbo, he knows he can’t help, and the last thing he needs to do is cause more issues.

The two look at each other. “Guess we’ve set ourselves up to deal with the crystal.”

#light of lairyon #lol #hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitcraft fic #hermitcraft au #wizard hermits #wizard tfc #wizard wels #wizard xisuma #wizard grian #wizard jevin #wizard au #tinfoilchef #welsknight #xisuma #grianmc #ijevin

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“I know you’re tired, honey. I’m going to help you sleep.” With Jackie or JJ with Marvin. -🍂 (You can ignore this if you aren’t taking asks lol 💙)

Marvin can’t hide how scared he is. He’s backed against the wall, a steady glow of green wrapped around his hands as he thinks about which spell to cast to keep his attacker at bay. It’s another attack against him by someone with ill intent, Marvin is no stranger to any form of malice. But this time, it terrifies him because the attacker is a very different version of evil.

It’s Jackie.

Marvin has no idea what’s happened to him. Somehow Jackie’s been hit with magic, and is even more powerful than before. He’s not under a spell, that much is obvious. Marvin hasn’t been able to sense any sort of curse to try and break. No, this is all entirely Jackie, but darker, more sinister. He’s clearly got new plans that don’t involve being a source of good, and right now, he’s targeted Marvin.

Even if it’s because Marvin sought him out.

“Jackie, come on, don’t make me hurt you.” Marvin’s voice is far more broken than he intends it to be. “Please snap out of whatever’s gotten into you, because you’re not you.”

“Look at you, using magic,” Jackie says. He lifts his arm, and a coil of golden magic spirals down around it, starting from his fingers, ending right around his elbow. “I have magic too, pal. I’ve been practicing to see what I’m capable of doing, and honestly, I’m annoyed that you’ve been holding out on me.”

“Jackie, you shouldn’t even have magic, you’re already powerful.” Marvin slides to the side, looking over to see if there’s an escape route. It’s futile, because Jackie’s already putting up gold-tinted shields to block Marvin’s escape. “Please stop!”

“I’m so tired of people telling me what I should or shouldn’t do or have. I never wanted to be the fucking hero in the first place, Marvin. You of all people knew that. I mean, how many times have we stayed up together, talking about how much we hated our designated roles? How many times have you sympathized with me, telling me you wished you could help me out?”

“I didn’t think you’d actually throw it away!” Marvin flinches when the words leave his mouth, realizing how awful this sounds. “Jackie wait.”

“So, all this time, you expected me to carry the mantle, knowing how tired I was. How depressed, angry and resentful I was. You didn’t care.” Jackie doesn’t even sound mad. He’s wearing a smile, eyes shining a vivid blue, tinged with flecks of gold as he approaches the magician. “I’m so glad we’re able to finally get the truth out, Marvin. Because to think, all it took was me finding my own spark of magic.”

“Where did you get it? Where’d it come from, what did it do to you?” Marvin shoves Jackie back with a green flame, hoping to put enough distance between them. Jackie’s thrown back, but he throws his arm to the side too, catching Marvin in a golden rope that pins him in place.

“All to be explained, when I feel like it,” Jackie snaps as he gets to his feet. “You don’t deserve it right now, because you just admitted you never cared.”

“I do care! I meant when I said I wish I could he-”

“Wishing doesn’t solve my problem, idiot. You and the others just sat back and felt sorry for me all while silently patting yourselves on the back for not being in my shoes! Do you really think I can trust you after that?” Jackie grabs the rope and yanks roughly, causing Marvin to fall completely over. He lets out a noise of shock when he realizes he completely helpless at this point.

“So,” Jackie continues as he crouches next to Marvin. “I did something about it. Me, because that’s all I ever do, is solve my own problems, and right now, you’re another problem I’m going to fix.”

“Are you going to kill me?” Marvin asks. “Is that it? You’re just going to kill us so you can grow into some mega villain?”

“Nah. See, I still care about you. I’m still me, Marvin, I know you were scanning me for any spells or curses, but this is just me, a tired and broken down man who’s had it with being a hero. You’re just currently in my way.”

"I’m trying to help you!”

“I don’t need help.” Jackie grins as he presses a hand to Marvin’s cheek. More coils of magic spark from his fingertips, crawling down Marvin’s cheek, and down his entire body. It’s soothing, unnaturally warm and relaxing. Marvin knows Jackie is casting a spell on him.

“Jackie, please...”

“I know you’re tired, Marvin. It’s okay, I’m going to help you sleep for a bit. Don’t worry, I’ll drop you off somewhere for the others to find you.”

“Jackie please, you don’t want this,” Marvin mumbles. “Please...” He tries to focus on Jackie’s face, but it’s too blurry for him to focus. Even the world around him is dimming.

“Oh yes, yes I very much do. I’m not the hero anymore, Marvin. You’ll understand soon enough.”

Marvin tries to protest. He tries to yet again plead with Jackie to stop whatever he’s planning, but he’s too numb to move. The last thing he seses before his world goes black, is Jackie pulling back and surrounding himself in a glow of golden light.

Then, nothing.

#writersofjack #jackieboy man #marvin the magnificent #evil!jackie #magic!jackie #whump #angst #long post #miishae writes

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minjoonalist · 4 years

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First off i wanna say i appreciate you and your work thank you for taking time out of your day to write for us 😊💜 i was hoping you could write a drabble on j-hope and reader since i really couldnt decide the genre i would like you to have creative freedom with the line "i dont want to share you with anyone else, or can i have you all to myself?"

First off- Thank you ☺️💜, I really enjoy doing this, its been so much fun lol Second , this honestly came out way longer than I originally intended, but hey I just hope you like it ✨.

also I changed up the phrase a bit. i hope you don’t mind😘

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You swore if you moved your feet any faster, you for sure would end up rolling an ankle while trying to keep up with your friend Hoseok. His back is tense as he speed walks away from you and the club you both were just in, the night air is freezing over your exposed skin and-

geez that man can really walk… you stop and think, puffing out a lost breath of air.

“Hoseok, wait!” You call out to him, watching his furious figure move down the pavement of the sidewalk, not even flinching when you call out his name. You take a deep painful breath, a look of determination entering your eyes before you hurriedly decide to sprint to catch up with him- in heels might you add.

The short time that you run to him, you pray your feet won't give out on you- the poor muscles in them are still aching from dancing around inside with Jimin on the dance floor. He’d asked you to, after Namjoon got you and the guys a round of shots- all of you coming out to celebrate the younger Mochi’s birthday tonight.

You remembered standing at the bar- everyone surrounding him including you with Hoseok’s arm wrapping you possessively within his hold. Although you knew you guys were just friends- you always loved the way Hoseok made you feel when he did that. Butterflies swirling within your stomach as his rich cologne intoxicates your sense of smell and god if he didn't look so good dressed in an all black t-shirt with light jeans; a golden necklace hanging around his chest for viewing. He was even wearing that weird little pouch you got him a couple of months back as a joke and your heart flutters at the fact he actually wears that everyday.

...okay so yeah you had a small crush on the guy...maybe... whatever, it doesn't make you a bad guy…

But perhaps when you first looked to Hoseok for affirmation, your eyes dancing with hope once you see the subtle flex in his tensing jaw- a sharp gaze he was suddenly giving Jimin even after telling you it was okay.

It honestly made you deflate a little, hurt that he didn't care to stop you from dancing with another guy and because of that, Your arms were instantly unwinding from around him to spitefully take Jimin’s. The pink haired boy, gleefully leading you away while shining a bright smile at Hoseok and you didn't bother to pay attention.

Unknowingly, you missed the way his fists clenched at his side, how the anger inside him was slowly bubbling over with every song that passes by- his sunny facade cracking when a slow song comes on and it's not him that's swaying you side to side like it should be. But even possibly that he knew his friend wasn’t in love with you like he was and yet, had the audacity to take you away from him just as he’d been planning to admit it. So Hoseok gave up, catching your content gaze throughout the crowded room of people. Watching as it widens in worry when you see the livid expression in his face.

Which then brings him to storming out of the place and you finally catching up to him- close enough to wrap your arms around his waist with your cold cheek pressing into the hard muscles that made up his back.

“Where are you going?” you ask, your voice going small.

Hoseok’s muscles ripple under your face as his body naturally un-tenses from your touch- even though you were the cause of it in the first place. He turns to look behind him, a blank expression as he’s able to peer down at you through the side of his eye- a curse leaving his lips how wide and innocent yours looked when you look up to meet him.

His anger slowly melts away into bitterness.

“Home.” he simply mutters, trying not to sound the least bit bothered. He could feel your arms tightening, the frail limbs writhing nervously around his abdomen. “Go back inside Y/n, you shouldn't have left Jiminie alone. That's not nice…”

“But...you’re leaving me alone so that's not nice.” you frown, once again unwrapping your arms from him for the second time tonight and honestly Hoseok was beginning to really hate that feeling. He always liked the warmth it brought to him within his chest when you were clinging to him and maybe even in the lower regions as well, depending on the situation of course.

“If I’d known you would get this angry over Jimin, I wouldn’t have danced with him , I would have stayed with you instead, Hoseok. You’re the one who gave up so easily…” He hears you say, your voice is still delicate and cautious making him turn around to your nervous expression.

The wind from the ice cold air makes it hard for you to notice the gloss attempting to shine over his eyes, his lip caught between his teeth as he tries to control the dangerous feeling of jealousy. It sweeps over him gently, tossing his dark hair sideways and cooling his flush cheeks as he frowns at your words. “I didn't give up...I just thought maybe you didn't feel how I felt…” he grumbles, each word going lower but you still hear him loud enough to feel your stomach jumping with butterflies; a shot of an unknown emotion rushing through you.

You step closer into him, the man too wrapped in his head to notice the decrease in space between you.

“How do you feel then?” you whisper.

He shrugs, pausing to really contemplate whether this was the right way to confess his feelings for you, but when He thinks about it; passing up this chance while you were literally asking him, he’d really be setting himself up for failure.

“Angry…” he starts, hands by his side flexing and clenching once again. “ Jealous?...probably both, I don't know . I do know, I don’t like seeing other guys holding you like that or you holding onto them- especially not Jiminie…” He scoffs, thinking of his young handsome friend that even he was fond of himself.

Hoseok looks as if he was fighting with himself mentally, his brows furrowed together in concentration as he avoids eye contact with you. The nervous habit is what makes you smile up at him, your arms wrapping around him to pull him closer “You mean like this? Do you like when I hold you like this Hobi?” you purr, chests connecting closer than ever before. The action has him blinking down at you, pink cheeks growing hotter at the way your kind eyes were glazing over and subconsciously, his hands were planting themselves at the bottom of your waist.

“Wait what's happening right now?” he breathes with slight panic, dark eyes widening with fear and excitement. Your scent is getting stronger in his nose and he only now notices the few inches of space between your face and his. Your hands are now gripping onto his shirt and you were lifting yourself up on your tippy toes, your lips coming dangerously close to his, warm fanning over his face.

This has to be a joke...

All of sudden you’re giggling within his hold and Hoseok blinks his eyes open- not realizing he’d closed them in the first place. “It’s not a joke, I was trying to make the first move…” you laugh nervously from the offense, coming back down on your feet- the moment now lost from hearing Hoseok speak his inner thoughts.

“Oh…?” He instantly sobers up, looking down at your flushed face and disappointed gaze and it looks as if you were going to step away from him again. His heart rate begins to pick back up, the weight of his dream becoming a reality sending goosebumps all over him.

“I mean, I guess I thought you were saying that you liked me too-” you couldn't finish.

Hoseok’s lips are on yours in a flash, soft and delicate as he cautiously moves them against yours. You sigh out in content, that foreign feeling in you growing stronger and you waste no time to slip your tongue into his mouth. Hoseok moans out from the intrusion, allowing you to momentarily take advantage and before you know it- he's bringing his calloused hands to the sides of your head. The small kiss no longer anything of a soft nature- but more so hunger, his labored breaths hiding the soft moan from your throat when he moves to suck on your bottom lip, relishing in your sweet taste.

“You like me?” he whispers huskily, breaking the kiss just to peck your lips again- ignoring his need for air. You hum in confirmation with a “mhm”, your head jerking up to chase him and when he pulls back you’re pouting with impatience and confusion.

“...What about Jimin?” he arches a brow and your hands drop in defeat, a look across your face that silently asks ‘are you serious?’.

You huff within his hold, your frown deepening as you mutter “ What? Are you saying I should go back inside with him?” . He watches the anger fill your eyes and realizes how dumb of a question that was, even so- the thought of you going back inside with Jimin sets an untamable fire within him.

Hoseok's hands are tightening around your face, not painful, but enough to keep you in place and force you to stare into his gaze. You gasp out from the intensity of it, his dark irises scanning you with so much love, anger and fear, but what really floors you is the undeniable lust clouding over all it.

“No, I wont share you with anyone else, It’s better when I have you all to myself.” You almost flinch from how he growls out his answer, but Hoseok couldn't care less- his mind running wild with distracting thoughts and you swallow hard, wondering what you’ve just gotten yourself into.

#Drabble #hoseok #Hoseok drabble #bts #drabble requests

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bthump · 4 years

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Ok so my question is... why do you (and other people from what ive seen) interpret what happened btw griffith & gennon as rape? When i read it, it seemed pretty unambiguously consensual - as in, G obviously wasnt into the old man dick lol but he independently decided to have sex with gennon in exchange for money. Like, prostitution is a thing you can consent to. Am I missing something here? genuinely asking btw - im super new to berserk so idk a lot of stuff that may seem obvious

Short answer:

Because he’s an underaged kid. In the manga he meets Guts when he’s about 15 so he’s younger than that when he meets Gennon. Probably at least a couple years younger, based on Casca’s little “then time passed and a lot more people died and I became a veteran and finally you showed up and ruined everything” on the first page of chapter 18. It’s therefore inarguably rape whether or not the characters or even the narrative recognize it as such. Children can’t consent to sex with adults even if they verbally agree.

(To be fair and give some general benefit of the doubt some fans might miss this because the ovas aged Griffith up for some reason and now a lot of people incorrectly think Griffith is three years older than Guts. I’ve seen this on the Berserk wiki, eg. But there’s no suggestion of this in the manga, the closest we get to finding out how old he is is Guts thinking they’re about the same age.)

Long answer about narrative intent:

While you could potentially argue that while it would be rape irl, that doesn’t necessarily mean Miura intended us to read it as non-consensual (I mean again to be really fair I’ve used that argument myself for other scenes lol, Miura is pretty hit or miss with his ability to narratively acknowledge when something he writes is rapey), I don’t think that argument would hold up here.

Gennon is introduced as a pedophilic serial rapist, which should automatically suggest to the reader that Griffith describing the encounter as “seducing an old man” isn’t an objective statement of fact. The way most of chapter 17 is focused on Griffith lying to himself in various ways, and culminates in him saying he’s fine when he’s so obviously not just underlines Griffith’s unreliability as a narrator further. Even if Griffith did say yes, or even proposed the arrangement himself, Gennon is still a predator taking advantage of his youth, his guilt, and his need for money, and the narrative is aware of this.

Plus in the river Griffith demonstrates trauma even if he denies it outloud, when he asks Casca if he’s dirty, when he self-harms, even just in his closed-off awkward body language and the fact that Casca finds him trying to scrub himself clean in a river the next morning. And Griffith refusing to acknowledge it as rape is perfectly ic and v illustrative for someone whose character basically revolves around refusing to admit to weakness and presenting himself as far more infallible than he actually is. I legit think it would be out of character for Griffith to frame his encounter with Gennon in a way that suggests he wasn’t completely in control, but his actions, and the surrounding narrative context, belie his words.

On a thematic level child sexual abuse, especially in regards to bodies being sold, is pretty significant in the Golden Age. It’d just be sloppy (and offensive) writing if we’re supposed to assume that one of the multiple examples we see of a pedophile buying sex with a child doesn’t count as csa because the kid said he seduced the adult (right before violently self-harming). And yeah Miura is that sloppy sometimes lol, but again, based on how the scene is presented this doesn’t seem like one of those times.

On a plot level the fact that the encounter traumatized Griffith is actually used to create narrative tension during the battle of Doldrey, because Casca is worried that the prospect of facing Gennon again may be making him irrational. Granted she’s wrong in this case because Griffith is pro at burying his feelings, but her worries are meant to be the reader’s worries, and they’re not unfounded.

And when Griffith kills him and denies giving a fuck again, it’s part of a larger consistent pattern of Griffith pretending not to care about things that seriously emotionally affect him. If Griffith says something is irrelevant to him, it’s pretty much safe to assume that it’s not lol. Especially when those scenes include telling moments like this:

Finally you got all the little details that add up, like Gennon waxing poetic about the first time he had sex with Griffith while looking forward to the prospect of raping him, which naturally compares the past and present, or how each of our Golden Age protagonists kill their rapist or attempted rapist themselves by stabbing them, another pattern this fits, or the subtle implication that Gennon’s been overtly creeping on Griffith from a distance in the interrim

and this is why Griffith knew he’d shoot himself in the foot just to capture him alive.

Basically tl;dr Gennon is narratively presented as one of the story’s many rapists, and as Griffith’s rapist in particular. Even if Griffith himself doesn’t acknowledge it, it’s a traumatizing instance of statutory rape with significant fallout for the characters and plot committed by an unambiguous predator, and that’s how the story consistently depicts it.

#Anonymous #ask #a #b #character: griffith #like i have a list of problems with miura and his depictions of rape/abuse/etc a mile long but in all honesty griffith saying #he seduced gennon isn't one of them #this is an instance of a story effectively showing instead of telling imo #character: gennon #theme: abuse #theme: trauma

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satoruvt · 4 years

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black swan

i wrote a short story for my english class and i felt really proud of it so i’m gonna post it here :-) hope yall like it, i do very much

word count → 2179

summary → “Because you are a sinner,” he spits at me. The ground is suddenly hot with anger and when I look down at my feet I see scorched earth. “And sinners go to Hell.”

warnings → lots of talk about religion, pg-13 ish at the beginning? lol, bro idk shit gets intense

“Go,” Leo tells me. I try to move closer to him, smile playing on my lips as they try to connect with his again, but he pushes me gently. I thread my fingers through his hair, letting the color burn in my mind. I hope it stays like that forever. I can recognize his golden hair anywhere. “Eden, you must leave. Your curfew is almost upon us.”

I huff, feigning annoyance at his denial, as I take my pocket watch out of my coat. As much as I want to stay, Leo’s right - it is almost time for me to depart, and if I’m not home when Mother does her nightly rounds I’ll have chores for the next fortnight. Leo pushes his fingers into my short hair, straightening it back to what it resembled before our encounter. I can’t help but stare at him as he does, and once he catches me he grins, savage and bright.

“Go, my love,” he tells me, taking my hand and placing a kiss to my knuckles. I part with a flushed smile, turning around to my own home. I don’t have to hurry if I don’t wish to; my home is only a few houses down from Leo’s, but I do so anyways, not willing to risk the chance of Mother finding my room empty.

It doesn’t take long for me to get home, nor does it take very long for me to open my room’s only window and haul myself inside, closing it gently behind me. Right as the window clicks shut, a knock on my door resounds, startling me. I grab the nearest thing - a pencil, and, then, an already-drawn-on paper - and pretend that I’ve been in my room for the last hour, drawing away.

“Eden,” my mother’s voice calls from outside the door. “May I come in?”

Before I have a chance to answer, she’s opening the door and moving into the room gracefully. I barely hear her footsteps as she adjusts to close the door behind her and then move across the room to my bed, sitting on the edge. Mother sends me a specific glance and I put down my props before sitting next to her.

“Has something happened?” I ask.

“Oh, yes,” Mother responds, and her fingers clench into fists on her lap. “Dear Eden, something has happened. Something to do with you.”

I feel my heart sink to my toes, swirl through my bloodstream as if caught in a current. I try not to let my panic show, instead clearing my throat and looking at my mother. “What is it?”

Mother sighs, and when she looks me in the eyes I know that we both know what she could possibly be referencing. “You’re friends with the Wilson’s son down the street, yes?”

Leo.

I nod.

“And you are… just friends with this boy?”

My heart lurches from my feet to my throat and I choke on my own breath, staring at my mother wide-eyed. There’s no way that she knows, right? It can’t be, no. I try to cover up my surprise but it seems I hold it too long, for it’s enough for Mother to let out a broken wail as she falls onto me.

“Oh, my son,” she cries into me. I feel my own tears well to my eyes at the knowledge that she is crying. “What have you done?”

Her words hurt me, an arrow straight into my chest. “Nothing, mama,” I murmur over her quieting sobs. “I’m still me. I’m still your son. Please, mama.”

Mother sits up and tears fall down her cheeks like gentle streams. She doesn’t look hateful, like most - if not everyone - would. Her palm cups my face and I sigh, leaning into her touch.

“I know you are,” she whispers. “I know, and I love you.”

It’s now that I feel my own tears slip down my face - never had I intended to tell her; I only imagined that one day I would leave and live in a place where I could find others like me, and keep up this facade when I came home for visits. I was content with the idea, but this seems so much better. I lean forward and hug Mother, holding her tight in my arms, and she reciprocates my embrace immediately.

“You know that I am no liar,” she tells me when she pulls away. Her hands still rest at my elbows. “And I cannot lie to your father about this.”

My response is immediate. My father is not as forgiving as my mother, and if what she says is true (it always tends to be) then I have no hope to be accepted in my own home. “What should I do?”

“I don’t know,” she answers truthfully. “The best option is for you to not be here when I tell him.”

“And when is that?”

“Tonight, I assume. When he gets home in an hour.”

An hour is not much time. I don’t ask her how long I should be gone, because both of us know the answer. We sit in silence for another moment before I speak again, my hands still gripping her fingers like I did when I was a child. “I suppose I should pack my things.”

Mother nods, but doesn’t let go of my hands until I move away to reach my pack. It isn’t large, but it should be enough to carry a few articles of clothing and a small amount of food. I get packed quickly, and my mother still sits on my bed. We walk to the door in silence, and it’s when she opens it for me that we speak.

“I love you, my son,” she tells me wistfully. “And I am so sorry.”

I know she is, but I tell her it’s alright. I’m not angry at her, nor my father, nor anyone except for myself. I see my father’s horse come into view, him on top of it, and slink into the night, running towards the forest nearby in the dark. In retrospect, I know it isn’t the best decision, but I have nowhere else to go. I don’t stop to say good-bye to Leo, and I don’t stop running until I am deep in the forest. I find a sturdy tree trunk under large bushes, sit down, and sleep restlessly through the night.

When I wake, there is a man standing over me.

He doesn’t flinch when I wake up, opening my eyes to stare at him. He stares back, unphased, and when I move, he moves. He seems fascinated with me. I sit up straight and he takes a few steps back. His hair is dark, and so are his eyes. His skin is beautifully golden, and his face seems like one that never ages. Neither of us speak for a moment until I do.

“What do you want?”

The man smiles and I feel my body tense. It is not a good smile - joyous as a smile could be, but there’s more to it. Something cruel. Something sinister. “Nothing big,” he replies, and I pull my bag out from behind me, confused as to why he hadn’t just taken my things before I woke up. How long had he been looking at me?

“I only have a small sum of food,” I say, taking said items out of my bag, then my spare clothing. “And clothes.”

“Oh, I don’t want any of that,” the man says. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to rob you of your belongings.”

“I see,” my breath rises up in the cold morning air. “Then might I ask who you are and what you do want?”

The man smiles again, but this time it’s worse; wider. He’s a few feet in front of me, and I still see his sharp canines. “We’re going to be the best of friends, you and I,” he tells me. I don’t believe him. “Please, call me Shen, young one. I understand your name is Eden? Yes. ‘Eden and Shen’ - doesn’t it sound wonderful?”

The man - Shen, now - offers his hand towards me to help me up. I gaze at it unsteadily, and for the first time I see him falter. I ask instead, “how do you know my name?”

“It’s a long story,” he answers automatically. “Take a walk with me. I’ll tell you.”

“No… I’ll stay right here,” I say. My blood starts to pump as I make up a lie. “Actually, I have a friend coming to meet me. He should be here soon.”

Shen chuckles. It sends shivers down my spine. “No one is coming for you.”

I could easily have denied it, said that he was wrong - it is my word against his - but I was blessed with my mother’s inability to lie well, and I don’t try to cover up my mistake. Shen, however, seems impatient now. I’m stalling and he knows that I am, but I don’t know for what. No one is coming back, and if I ran back home I know my family would close the door in my face.

“I say we make the long story short.” Shen says. He looks different, but I don’t know how. He’s darker, almost, like the aura surrounding him has fallen into something hellish. “I’m getting impatient, and I am here for one thing, and I will get it through all necessary means. I need your soul.”

His words shock me, and for a moment I think he’s crazy. Completely and utterly insane, someone who thinks he can take mortal souls, but when I let out a humorless laugh, he shows no sign of playing along. He is serious.

“Why do you need my soul?” I ask. I don’t believe that he’s truthful, but there’s something wrong. I hesitate.

“Because you are a sinner,” he spits at me. The ground is suddenly hot with anger and when I look down at my feet I see scorched earth. “And sinners go to Hell.”

I’m still reeling with the sight in front of me, of red skies and burned trees and charred animals all around me. It smells like heavy smoke and it burns my lungs. The black trees warp around me in a cage, moving like cruel, clawed fingers, and this is too real. Shen must be a witch. His eyes are red, now, when I look at them, and I realize he is not human.

“You ruined yourself with lies and men,” Shen starts to speak. I dodge the trees aiming for me, scrambling to my feet like a scared cat, and as he speaks the earth itself starts to move, shaking under my unsteady legs. “My dear Eden, you were born to be like me, like our Dark Lord.”

“No,” I counter weakly. My voice is barely heard over the rumbling of the ground as it splits in half. “No, I am pure, I am no sinner -”

“How ironic that your name comes from blessed lands yet you yourself are no more than another liar amongst pure men.” Shen’s voice is demonic and wild, and I can’t think of anything to do but cover my ears. It does nothing to stop the sound of his voice from leaking into my head. I feel like I am boiling from the inside out. I did nothing wrong, I did nothing wrong, I did nothing wrong! “I can’t wait to see you rot.”

Before I properly know what I’m doing, I’m grabbing the biggest rock I can carry and running towards Shen with a battle cry on my lips. My heart is restless, but it stops when I see him grin - in the second before the rock meets his head, he looks so cruel, yet so familiar. The same dark hair, but his face is more boyish. I can’t put my finger on it, but I don’t have time to think before I throw the rock onto his skull with all the strength I can muster.

I blink and the land returns to normal.

It’s green again, covered in lush forestry and a silent mist. My heart is still pounding, but I no longer feel hot. Everything is as it was; did I hallucinate the entire ordeal? I’ve been out in the forest for too long, even if it’s only been one night. The repetitiveness of the trees makes my head ache with the need to leave. I calm my breathing, then turn in my spot to find my pack.

When I turn, there’s something laying on the ground, beneath the foliage. The leaves around it are stained red with blood. I see a hand, then a full arm. There’s a body.

I move closer, thoroughly concerned, and then I see a rock - the rock I had thrown - off a few feet. Panic shoots through me at the idea that I hurt someone in my crazed frenzy, and then I take a closer look at the face of the man I hurt.

I could recognize his golden hair anywhere.

#AS;LDJF PLEASE LIKE THIS #I AM SO ENDLESSLY PROUD OF THIS #i've been getting more comfortable w writing about religion/religious worship/lack of religion!!! so #idk i just rly like this :')#rb if u can!!#short story #religion #religious work #creative writing #adi speaks

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x1-imaginesreturns · 5 years

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The Lightning God - Seungwoo Quantum Leap Part 3

Masterlist

Pairing: Seungwoo x Reader

Warnings: Mild Swearing

Word Count: 4,727

Notes: Yes! There definitely is another reference to MSP and TFTF by @yvnseong lol... but maybe this one is more interesting?? idk. Also I apologize if this seems rushed, I literally was dying of headaches during all of my four day weekend, so it was really hard for me to write. I still got it done in time though!! I hope you guys enjoy!!

Song Recommendation: Yayaya - ONF

Quantum Leap: The Beginning

As you woke up, your mind kept repeating the words that you had heard in your strange fever dream from last night.

N̸̦̔o̶̲̾w̵̟͒ ̸͉̈́g̴̨̾o̴̳͌o̵̦͒d̸̟̈ ̴͔̔r̵̘̂i̶̠̋d̸̩͒d̸̖̀â̴̱n̴̹̋c̷̺͐ē̴̯.̴̯͂

After whoever it was spoke those words, you and Seungwoo were both flung back into your physical bodies. However, unlike Seungwoo, who had woken up immediately, you had been thrown into another deep slumber. Seungwoo kept tabs on you, but mainly spent the few days you were out training, as he knew there was a bigger threat than just Youngho now.

Even though he had been frozen when the being had thrown them into a reality hole, he still heard everything that had happened. When he had heard the fear in your trembling voice then, he knew that now, more than ever, he needed to be ready at all times to protect you.

The day that you had finally woken up, you had walked onto the deck of the treehouse to witness Seungwoo floating a few inches off of the ground with his legs criss-crossed. You climbed down the ladder, watching how the vibrant yellow aura around him acted as you came down. Once you had set foot on the ground, you said softly, “Uhh.. Seungwoo?? What’s happening??”

He suddenly whips around to face you, his eyes completely engulfed in the same yellow color that surrounds him. He uncrosses his legs, standing up as the aura around him started to fade, the color in his eyes starting to dissipate, only remaining in his irises. “Thank goodness you’re awake,” Seungwoo says happily, stepping a bit closer to you, “I was starting to get worried.”

“What do you mean?,” you ask, “Was I out for a long time?” Seungwoo nods, but says, “I was mainly worried that the being who trapped us in the reality hole had taken over your mind,” he says, “We have a lot to worry about now y/n. Whoever they are, they’re a lot more powerful than us right now.”

“What’s a reality hole? And what exactly happened? I feel like I can’t remember anything clearly right now,” you say solemnly. Seungwoo sighs before he says, “Because that’s the being’s power. They can alter memories and reality somehow… and a reality hole is that white space we were in,” he says, looking you right in the eyes, “It’s just the name for the space that exists in between realities. Somehow, you weren’t affected by its powers, which freezes most mortal beings and prevents them from doing anything except hearing and seeing anything that happens right in front of them. The only exception to that is teleporting, but you usually don’t see inside of the reality hole when teleporting.”

“Now, for why you can speak and exist inside of a reality hole is beyond my knowledge,” he continues, “I’m trying to remember if we learned anything else while we were inside of the time vortex… something keeps coming to the tip of my tongue, but it’s like it happened and it’s been taken from my mind.” He freezes, definitely realizing the being had stolen that memory from him.

He groans frustratedly, scratching the side of his head. “S-so what now?,” you ask nervously. “We have to somehow find this being,” Seungwoo answers, “And defeat them before they can start affecting any other realities.” He pauses for a moment, glancing over you before opening his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but shut it closed before anything actually came out.

“What?” you ask, looking into his eyes pointedly, “I know you want to say something Seungwoo.” He sighs once again before saying, “I think they might be after you in some way. You have something they want, I can just feel it. Which is where I come in.”

“You currently have no real way of protecting yourself,” Seungwoo says hurriedly, “So, I’ll be protecting you from now on, and you have no say in it.” He finishes, crossing his arms defensively. You smile at him and say, “Now why would I have a problem with that?”

“So how exactly do we start this hunt for this mysterious being?” you ask. Seungwoo turns around from you, simply using his hand to motion for you to follow. You jog forward, slowing down to a walk once you’re walking by his side. “Honestly, I have no clue as to where we should start,” he says, his forehead scrunching up slightly in frustration, “Beings who can manipulate realities are a little harder to find than people who actually exist.”

You giggle slightly and say, “Well, of course! They aren’t technically real in a way.” Seungwoo smiles back at you before saying, “I guess so, but as you saw, they can affect us.” You nod in agreement as the two of you near the edge of the cliff that overlooks a large valley with huge towering mountains on the other side. Seungwoo leans down slightly, his head placing his head at about the level of yours, before he points off into the distance.

His finger points to a large shadow off to the right of you before he says, “That’s the empire in which Youngho and Xenia are from. You can only see the backside of the castle from here, but yeah.” As your eyes finally adjust to the massive distance that you’re looking across, you can definitely tell that it is a castle and a large one at that. It towers above even the taller mountains in the range, and you can’t help but feel intimidated by the sheer power you can feel from it.

You shake your head, turning back to Seungwoo in an attempt to refocus your strained eyes. Seungwoo smiles down at you softly before saying, “Don’t worry y/n. I won’t let Youngho hurt you again.” He reaches his right hand out, clearly intending to rest it on your shoulder, but right before it lands, a spark forms from his hand.

Before Seungwoo can yank his hand away, the spark expands in the blink of an eye, forcing you off of the edge of the cliff before you even realize what’s going on. As you finally feel yourself falling, you let out a wild scream, flipping over only to see the ground approaching at a rapid pace, and you screamed once more, recognizing your impending doom.

A large shout booms from above you, and your body flips around to see Seungwoo diving off of the cliff, a yellow light surrounding him as he tried to fly down and catch you. But you knew the ground would catch you before Seungwoo could ever even reach you. You squeezed your eyes shut, a few tears falling upwards, as you knew your death was going to be quick and painless.

You clenched your teeth, your fists, and you even curled your toes, starting to feel the life drain from your body as you inched closer and closer to the rock-hard surface. Seungwoo lets out another cry from above you, this time however, he was yelling your name in a last attempt to save you.

“Y/N!”

The sound of your name being called makes you release every body part that you had clammed shut. Your eyes opened wildly, taking in the sight of Seungwoo one last time. His eyes were wild with color and desperation, and his was flung back from the force of flying. And of course, he was surrounded by his golden aura, a color and sight that you had begun to love. You smiled one last time as the last few seconds approached. “Goodbye… Seungwoo…” you muttered weakly, bracing yourself for the final impact now.

˙ʇǝʎ ʇoN

However, before the impact even happened, a white hole appeared underneath you, sucking you into it. Your mind went white, disappearing into a haze of memories. Seungwoo had to quickly brake himself, as one, the portal had disappeared as soon as you fell into it and two, if he hit the ground going as fast as he was, he would most likely sustain injuries.

As Seungwoo somberly traveled back up to the top of the cliff, you were being thrown all over the place, your mind buzzing as loud as a hive of bees. You felt as if you were being sent through an elaborate water slide, as you body folded every which way, even changing from 1 dimensional to 3 dimensional somehow.

You suddenly stopped though, and sat there for what felt like hours trying to get the buzzing to go away. Your mind pounded with intense pain, and your body floated in many circles as you just prayed and hoped the pain would fade away.

Just as the pain was starting to fade and as you were beginning to uncurl yourself from the ball you had rolled up into, a small ball of concentrated purple light appeared in front of you, before expanding and quickly filling the space with a faint lavender glow.

“W-what’s going on?,” you stuttered out, turning your body in every direction to try and figure out if anyone had appeared. Someone chuckles from in front of you, and you see the purple light ball bobbing up and down. “Many things are happening y/n,” the being says, “However, I don’t think you’ve truly realized what is truly happening.”

The voice sounds oddly familiar and warm, almost as if you became accustomed to it a long time ago. “And now you’re thinking about who exactly I am,” they say, a teasing tone arising in their voice, “But to be honest, I know you’re not going to figure out who I am without my help.” The ball floats up until it’s at about your eye level. And without any warning, the ball starts to dissipate, branching out before you started to see the limbs and appendages that were forming before your eyes.

However, the last part of their body to form is their face, and as the features find their way onto their face, you start to recognize every individual feature about them. From the clothes they adorned, to the unquestionable features of their face, and to the the style of their hair, you knew it was actually a she.

And you knew exactly who she was.

scg ds ynuq sdstgq, yulsgn.

“W-what are you doing here Yunseo?!” you exclaim, “ynu adga ygmqs mbn…” She looks up at nothing and says, “Blame her. I would’ve never died and you would’ve never been thrown into this mess if she hadn’t started writing this damn story.” You cock your eyebrows at her, trying to figure out exactly who she was looking at. “U-um… who?” you ask timidly.

“Oh, I forgot, you can’t see outside of the story like I can. Being agma has it’s advantages,” she says coolly, looking back down at you again. “There is a lot we have to go over… but now is not the time. I’m going to return you to Seungwoo for now.”

“And don’t mind the little change I make either, you’ll understand soon enough.”

“Wait yulsgn-!” you try and shout, but the purple dimension is sucked away from behind you and you’re thrown back into the real world, hitting the ground in front of Seungwoo’s house like you were supposed to hit the valley floor only minutes ago.

And as you rub your eyes and sit up, you hear Seungwoo rush out from the treehouse, immediately standing next to you.

Right when your eyes open, a familiar ball of purple light appears right off of the edge of the cliff and you and Seungwoo stare in shock as you watch it explode into the largest portal you’ve ever seen.

You and Seungwoo spent the next few days trying to figure out exactly what the portal was. However, none of your experiments had answered any of your questions and had only led to more and more confusion. You had explained everything that had gone down with Yunseo, but none of that lead to any answers either. Seungwoo, however, was now convinced that you had powers of some sort and was also trying to figure out a way for you to harness them. Nothing had come from that either.

All in all, the two of you were left with nothing when it came to answers of any sort.

Until one night, as the two of you were drifting into sleep, you swear you heard someone calling your name as you were falling into a deep slumber. The farther you got to falling asleep, the louder the voice got. You tossed and turned, trying to get the voice to stop, but it continued, even as your mind finally crashed into slumber.

Your brain displayed an array of colors, almost as if you were falling through some sort of vortex. The voice still called your name in the background, but you were too focused on the swirling and fluctuating colors. However, everything that was happening around you suddenly came to a halt, and you slammed onto some sort of invisible ground.

You were still dazed from the optical illusion you just witnessed but when your eyes finally adjusted, you were sitting in a very familiar lavender colored space. “Geez y/n,” an all too familiar voice says, “Do you not know how to respond to visions?”

Before you can even say anything, Yunseo pops into existence right in front of you, a crooked smile placed on her features. “I’m guessing no?,” she says wickedly, a small giggle slipping out. “What do you mean?” you ask pointedly, somehow managing to stand your dream self up. “That was me calling your name silly,” she says, “Basically when you hear that, you have to follow the sound of my voice. However you do that doesn’t matter, but it usually will end up with you falling asleep.”

“The thing that sucks the most though is I can’t appear in the mortal world like you and Seungwoo can, but I can appear in places like these that I create or other spaces like reality holes. However, I can’t create those.” She finishes, her playful eyes now stern, almost as if she’s telling you to ask about the last part of her message. “And who creates reality holes exactly?,” you say flatly, deadpanning when you see the excited smile light up on Yunseo’s face.

“The only people who can create reality holes naturally are our bqgmt-bqmlakntcgq and Talo,” she answers, “You haven’t met either of them yet, I don’t think, but honestly I can’t tell. Someone keeps messing with the charm…” she mutters the last sentence to herself, and you know that asking questions won’t get you anywhere in those circumstances.

But then, the rest of her words suddenly dawned on you. Your mouth flew open without you realizing it and you exclaimed, “OUR BQGMT-BQMLAKNTCQG?! Shouldn’t she be dead?! What do you mean? How is she here?? What the hell is going on Yunseo?!”

Yunseo turns away from you and says, “I know it’s a lot to take in y/n. I had to accept the truth when I adga. But Grandma Xena gave me new life in the form of being your guardian in this charm. She knew you would be the one to find the tqdlhgts ne nqagq and that you would be the one who had the power to stop everything. To stop our bqgmt-bqmlakntcqg and Talo.”

“Xena?,” you ask, “Is that actually our grandmother’s name?” Yunseo’s eyes widen, and she mumbles, “Oh no, don’t tell me they’ve already-”

“Already what?,” you ask, alarmed by your sister’s tone. “Talo-,” she says abruptly, starting to pace back and forth, “They’ve already found you, oh god, Xanthe’s dying and he’s already gotten to your memories- why couldn’t I have been awakened earlier, oh this is not good…”

“Yunseo, calm down!,” you exclaim, “What’s going on? What can I do?” Yunseo stops in her tracks and takes in a large gulp of air, breathing it out in a quick few seconds. “Talo,” she starts, “Has already found you. He’s erased some of your memories… which also means that kdqmbg has found you too, which means-”

She halts mid-sentence, looking dead into your eyes. “I’m going to wake you up y/n. When you wake up, you need to wake Seungwoo immediately and prepare yourselves for battle.” “Wait, why?!,” you exclaim, “What’s going on?” Yunseo quickly sighs before saying, “Youngho is heading here right now, and you need to stop him before he destroys the portal.”

“Once you defeat him, you both need to head into the portal. Your true mission starts now. There’s no time left. I have to hide your presence from kdqmbg and Talo before it’s too late again,” she rambles on, eventually stopping to float right up to you, placing her hand tenderly on your cheek.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be here for the last few years sis,” Yunseo says, “But just know I’m always going to be with you now, no matter where you go. Out there, you’ll be able to assist Seungwoo now. I will be lending you some of my power. Don’t worry about knowing how to use it, I’ll be guiding you.”

Her hand slips off your cheek, and she says, “Good luck little sis. There isn’t much time.” Your dream body is slammed back through the spirals, and you sit up in your physical bed, gasping for air. Seungwoo is still dead asleep, his left arm dangling off of the side of his cot and his mouth wide open as he breathed.

You stood up quickly, rushing over to Seungwoo’s side before hesitating. ‘I don’t want to be a bother,’ you think, ‘But there’s no time. Yunseo seemed too worried for this to just be a simple threat.’ Sighing slightly, you grabbed Seungwoo’s dangling arm and started to shake it, saying, “Seungwoo, wake up!,” as quietly as you could.

Seungwoo made a weird snorting noise finally before his eyes flew open, immediately looking over at you. “What’s wrong y/n?,” he asks quickly, his voice clearly dry from sleeping. “L-Listen,” you start nervously, wondering if he’ll even believe your crazy words, “I just had a vision with Yunseo, Youngho’s on his way here now and we have to stop him.”

“And then after we defeat him, we have to go into the portal. We’re not safe in this world anymore,” you finish. Seungwoo’s eyes darken, and he stands up quickly, rummaging around the room. “Dammit, where is it?,” he says frustratedly, throwing different objects around the room as he searched for whatever he was looking for.

You turned away from him, figuring he probably didn’t need you bothering him. As you were exiting the smaller back room, you grabbed your bundle of day clothes. Pajamas were definitely not the best uniform for a battle, and wouldn’t be too comfy in that situation either. You slipped on your blue jeans, black combat boots, and plain & simple t-shirt.

Seungwoo stepped out the back room a few moments later, two small satchels thrown over his right shoulder. He had changed into a pair of jeans like yours and a pair of simple closed toed shoes, leaving his chest bare like always. “Put anything you need to take with you in here,” he says, handing you one of the satchels, “I’m afraid I only have two bags, so that one will be for our shared clothes, and this one will be for food or any other small items we need to bring.” Without saying anything else, the two of you quickly get to work, finding anything and everything that you needed to bring with you. And soon enough, you had walked back into the front room, only to find Seungwoo gone.

A bright flash of yellow light from outside immediately told you where he had gone, and you put the satchel down next to where Seungwoo had laid his, before running outside. It was already pouring outside, and Seungwoo was floating right above the portal, yellow thunder rumbling through each cloud that passed over him. In the distance, however, you saw a charging beam of red light.

Youngho.

You knew it was him. How could it not be? There wasn’t time to dwell on questions like that, however, as Youngho was moving a lot faster than you and Seungwoo thought. Just after you had finished thinking about it, Youngho slammed onto the ground right in front of the portal, completely passing by Seungwoo completely.

You quickly ducked into the cover of the vines that covered the edges of the balcony, hoping that Youngho wouldn’t see you. However, Youngho clearly wasn’t focused on finding you, as he turned the portal itself and held his hands up and they started glowing.

However, this time, his hands weren’t glowing red, they were glowing black? Before you could analyze it, Seungwoo dove down from his position above the portal, sending a quick wave of magic that stopped Youngho’s magic. He then braced himself and slammed right into Youngho physically, sending back a huge force wave that knocked you over and caused a large wind to expand out from them.

Both of them hop back, and you can see both the determined look on Seungwoo’s face and the cocky smirk that was present on Youngho’s features. “Playing the hero again, eh Seungwoo?,” Youngho teases, “You were always the selfless type.” Youngho laughs while Seungwoo starts to scowl slightly.

“I could say the opposite for you,” Seungwoo start, “You were always the selfish type.” Youngho laughs again before answering, “You’re damn right about that brother!,” he finishes, his laughter and cockiness slowly fading from his face.

"̴̨͇́͒͌̀̌̽N̵̡̯̣͇͍̎̅̆̏̕͝o̴̩̪̘̩̝̻͂͌̃̑͑̽w̸̟͔͌́̍͠ ̴̯̺̟͓̓ḯ̵̧͔̘̈́̒̀̇͝f̴̖̈͘ ̸̞̮̙̬̄̐͝ò̴̩̼͙͋̾̕ṇ̴̛̀̀̊̊͝l̷̟̓̈̈́ỹ̸̭̤̳̿̓̾̚͝ ̶͍̣͙̾ẁ̷͚̻̗̣e̷̻̺̰͎̗̿ ̶̩̓̓w̶̨͍̯̜͝ë̴͚̤̭͈̯́̑́͝r̷͚͎̖͂̓̄̓e̵͖̲͂̆͂ ̸̧̬̩̝̀ã̵̠̜̽̍͗̏͊c̵̣̍̀͠t̸̨̽ǘ̶͓̝̺͛̏̑̆̔ͅà̴̢̡̹͙̬̾l̸̨̳̬̦̯̟̓̓̃́ļ̷̗̲̮̇̓y̶̢̧͍͚̎̀̋͠ ̴͍͙̖̌b̸̢̛̰͍͖̮̄̓̾̌͝r̴̩̦͉͌͆o̴̡̳̝̘͚͂t̴̫̫̻̓̑̍̅̊h̶̢̳̩̦̺̊e̵̩̐͝r̴͈̪̜͋͠s̶̻͈̮̤̹̝͛͆̎͊̊̈.̵̨̞̰͋̇̄̽͌̒"̶̢̼̾̍̈̋

Seungwoo simply cocks his head at Youngho and starts walking towards him, but you notice a black aura starting to collect around Youngho. Seungwoo doesn’t seem to notice this and keeps walking towards Youngho, clearly muttering and mumbling things under his breath.

As the black aura around Youngho starts to thicken, you know things are about to turn ugly. When his right hand starts to inch up slowly, your body flies forward without you even thinking anything. Youngho doesn’t notice you, and sticks out his stand, clearly aiming at Seungwoo’s heart.

“Seungwoo! Watch out!,” you exclaim, throwing yourself in the line of Youngho’s attack. Youngho fires the beam just as you leap in front of him, and a bright light envelops the three of you, blinding all of you as you finally slammed back down into the earth.

The dust that had been thrown up didn’t dissipate for a good couple of seconds, but when it did, you finally saw the purple shield that now surrounded you and Seungwoo. ‘This must be what Yunseo was talking about,’ you think, ‘I didn’t even think about going out there, something just pulled me right from the balcony.’ A strange-looking silhouette staggers up from Youngho’s side, and as the dust around him finally clears, you gasp in shock.

The right half of his body looked like it had been melted away, a black substance dripping from where his normal body had once been. The outer parts of his eyes had turned black, and his irises held a bold, blood red hue to them. His breathing was heavy, and the air around you felt tight, almost as if you were inside of a reality hole again.

“I was w̷̡̻̭͎̦͇̞̥͕̌̇̿͜o̵̧̘̯̝̦̗͎͍̖̞̝̟̊̂̈́̋̋̐̋̎̄͛͐̚̚ņ̸̡̧̞͚͖͍͚̼̯̹͎̥̲̓̌͋̈́͘͝͠͝d̷̼͓̞̗̠̣̜̥̦̠̮̹̫̋ē̴̡͍͕̥͓̮̺̑̈̾͑͗̈́̂̾́̅̏͌r̷͔̥͎̳̟̮̣͔̫̺̤͍̀i̴̧̭̜̤̿n̶̨̨̧̥̻͇̻̭̺̦̖̏͜ͅǧ̷̩̥͖̃ when you were going to show up my princess,” he says, his voice now wavering in and out of different tones, “Knew it was only a matter of time before you would learn how to use the true powers of your bracelet.” He laughs, and the creepy sound echoes throughout the forest. “However, I’m afraid you’re just slightly too late, my dear,” he leers, stepping closer to you so he can lean over you sprawled out form, “Kdqmbg and I have everything we need to stop you.”

“That’s just what you think,” Seungwoo says from behind you, rising up and stepping out from the guard of the shield, “I think you’ve forgotten I still have my true powers. The Xanthe tree’s powers.” Youngho smirks at Seungwoo’s brave words and replies, “You think those will be able to stop me? Give me a break Seungwoo.”

He laughs eerily again, the sound filling both yours and Seungwoo’s minds with a static-like feeling. Seungwoo’s face darkens again, and he reaches for his necklace. He holds onto it for a second, clearly thinking deeply about what he should actually do, before he rips it off completely and holds it above his head.

The world is quickly absorbed by a yellow light, and your eyes are blinded for a few seconds before every color around you is sucked away and harsh wind blows by you, pushing you into the shield. A thousand different colors surround Seungwoo before a thunderstorm instantly covers the sky all around you, pouring down an intense rain. Finally, as Seungwoo takes in the last of the magic, the air is filled with a strange melody, one that seems oddly familiar.

Before you can think about it, however, Seungwoo charges down at Youngho and you watch in shock as the two of them are absorbed by an enormous light beam. You quickly run over to it, trying to see inside, but all you can hear is loud shouting and the crackling of lightning.

After a few minutes of staring at it and looking for any distinguishable figures, the beam explodes, sending a wave of light into the sky. As you rub your eyes for the thousandth time, you immediately see that most of Youngho’s body is gone and is now a steadily flowing black blob, with huge red eyes.

“H̴͉̮̕-̶̘̍̊h̷̭͒ò̶̦w̶̠̰̌̽ ̷̈́ͅi̸͈͖̓͌ş̸͙̑̽ ̵̨̛̦t̷͇͍́h̶̟̉̚ĭ̷̧s̶͕̋̑ ̷̯̎̀p̴̪̹̾̽o̷͎͙̾̓ŝ̴̬͕s̷̫̆̕ī̸̝̏b̶͓̞͠l̶͍͑͘e̵͙̓͜?̸̥̱̒ ̶̘̿I̸̥̝͗ ̴̰̗̈̔a̸̤̽m̸͎͉̃̅ ̷͓͍̐s̵͉͓̓̔ọ̸̭͌ ̶̥̌̏m̸͍̔ū̵̞͖c̸̳̑ḧ̴̤̙́ ̴̢̓͜s̵̗̗̍̐ṯ̷̔̏r̷̞̳̀o̸̫͗̒ṇ̵͐ǵ̶̠̮ê̶͍r̴͍̩̓ ̷̝̹͆y̸̢̐͘e̴͕̓̕t̵̩͙͌.̵̥̜̂͝.̷͖̾̎.̴̜̺͝"̴̤̂ as he speaks, his voice grows more and more desperate. “Give it up Youngho!,” Seungwoo shouts, “You’ve been defeated!”

“"̷̨̡̨̧̛͇̬̫̲̬̟͍̙̟̣̞͚̼̪͉̳͉͎͉̲̮͔͉̹̗͚̩̮͔͕̺̣̪̞̺͖̝͍͈̬̲͔̇̍̂͌̋̈̄̿͗̀́̒̅̅̏̈́͒́̏̍͊͊̽̿̐̏̃̃̉̀͐̉̄̑̀͒̐͆̀͛̀͂̔̓̍́͑̾̐̃͑̀̾̆̍͂̾̊̑͆̔̈́̂͂̾͒̅͑̓̎͛́̏̐̽̾̂̃̑̓̄͌̒̒̏̍̇́̂̌̀̉̋́͑̽̐͌͋̚̕̕̕͜͝͠͝͝͝͝͝ͅN̷̢̡̨̧̳̝̜̟̦̟͕̘̱͎̱̙̦̬̖͙̘̮̖̻̰̩͉̠̞̟͔͕̱̘̻̻̯̙̭̉͋̋̎͂͗͌̌̉̿̊̋̑͋̈́͆̋̀̀̀̑̚͘͝͝͝O̷̢̨͖͉͚͚͓̪̤̱̬̹̥̦̬̟͙̗͕̤̙̣̦͇̫͕̳̐!̷̢̡̢̢̡̡̨̨̢̧̧̨̧̢̡̨̢̛̮̫̰̠͇̘͇̻̣͍̪͔̥͖̪̣͓̲͎͍̮̙̳̮͚̫͕͚̹̲̫͕̗̫̭̼̥̹͎͕͉̭͍̼̗̻̦̬͈̦͖̟̥͕̰̲̩͕̫̻͚͔̦̩̟̤͚̬̙̘̱̪̥̫̟̱̙͎̜͕̤͇̫̠̬̤͚͕̞̟͚̱͎̳̜͉͍̝̣̮͚̯͕͈̝̳̫̟͈͔̟͖̣̤̠̖̘͓̗͚̗͈̱̬̓͛̽̈̋̒͐͗̔͂̽̉̀̅̇̈̆́̈́͐͌̿̏̏͆͋́̌̓̽̓̈́̄̋̽̃͂͆͑̉̐͌̊͛̓͋̄̑̇̽̂̿́̑́̆͒͊͆̋̑̆̊̅̀͋̑̓̎̌̆̓̓͘͘̕̚̕̕͜͜͝͠͝͝͠ͅͅͅ"̷̢̨̨̡̢̢̛̛̛̛͙̝͙̼̣̗̺̮̰̠͖̞͎͉̳̻̲͍̗͍̥̺̪̰̗̯̰̞̺̭̙͚̙̳͇̝̣̤̠̣̻̗̯̘̗̞̩͚̗͖̰̖̻̳̳͉͎̭̰̼͍͚̪̖̘͇̭̰̟̫͕̰̝͉̲͚̰͎͚̹̯̮͔͕̼̭͎͉͙̫͚̮̻̬̳̾̔͊̈́̒̎͋̀̉̄͆͌̿̐̽̊̔̎̃̒̅̑̏͗̍̽̒͗͌̓̅̅̊̈̔̊̏̂͗́̍͆̒͒͒̉̓̑̀͊̐̈́̄̊̅́̉̅̽̏̓́̈́͑͂̅͌͛̒͋͛̎̍̏̒͘̚̕͘͘̕̚̚͜͝͠ͅͅͅ

Youngho fires off a beam, straight at Seungwoo’s heart. And just like when he hit you... the strike didn’t fail to meet its mark.

Your brain is suddenly turned off by a wave of purple light. You dart forward, no longer thinking.

Well, at least you weren’t the one thinking.

You landed next to Seungwoo, immediately placing your hands over his impaled heart before they glowed a bright and vibrant lavender. Within seconds, the hole had been repaired, and you were standing up once again, and you started to gain control over your brain again.

Youngho was laughing maniacally and facing away from you while all of this was going on, so he never even noticed you had done something. Or was rapidly approaching him now. Smirking slightly, you jumped forward when you were about seven feet away from him, and you leapt forward with an intense purple aura surrounding your fist.

A crack sounded through the woods as you landed a solid blow on Youngho’s back, and it had landed on a spot where you could still see Youngho’s original body. As soon as it had landed, he had stopped laughing.

And in the brief moment of silence, you started to see his physical body start fading to dust.

And then he screamed.

And screamed.

And s̴̨̢̨̼͙̯̣̮̳͙̣̾̌͆̔̄͗̎́c̴̺̥̖̪̰͒̋͆̆͘͜ͅr̵̩̞̟̎̀è̸̜̥̘̓̂͑̎͐̚͝͝a̵̞̾̎̊̌m̵͚̗̳̩̱̟͍̼̀e̵͎̝͆̍͑͌͘ď̸̬͔̞̞̞́̈́͜.̶̢̠͍̤͚̙͙̼̦̥͌́͗

M̶̨̛̲͎͖̜̞̮̜͆́́̂͒̇̒̂̋̂͝l̴̤͎̤̱̹̄̀́̾̐́̕a̷̡̰̗̲͕͎̤̪͇̜͖̤̯͇̜̋̏̓͑̒̌̆͋͗̊̏͑͝ ̷̨̯͇̹̠̦̈͂̈͐́̔͘͝͝ş̵̛͎̳̞͖̹̘͍̮͙͕̥̺̠̅̅̈́̅͋̒͐͆̍̄̀͌̽̒̓͝͠ŗ̷̨̜̗͉͎̦̘͕͒̈́̑̈́̈́̂̚ͅq̵̲̣́̃́̆͗̑̂̈́̑͘̚͜ͅg̶̢̛̜͈̫̟͉̗͉̫̞̼̲͊͜ḿ̷̧̧̛̰͈̲͈̩̮̖͓͂̎͐̏̚͜ķ̶̨̬̮̗̯͈̪͂͋̈́̓͂̒̑͆̉́̔͒̂̊̈́̐͘͝g̶̢̫͚͗̋̀̂̐͊̔̚͘ȁ̴̧̰̟̻͔̗̳̤͕̻̩͍͕̅͊̔͐̑̕̚͜ͅͅͅ.̶̧͍̱̰̜͚̗̻͍̘͘͝

̶̧̘͍̻̗͚̜̰̱͍͘͝˙̴̧͕͍̩̻͕̤̳̗͔̻̟̰̑͐̔͊̅̏̚̕͜ͅͅͅɐ̶̢͚̫̔͊̐̂̀̋͗͘̚ƃ̶̨̧̪͈̯̗̮̬̐̈́̊̂͒̔́̉͆̑̒͂̓̈́͋͂͘͝ʞ̷̧̧̛͓̖̮̩͈̲͈̰̏͐̎͂́̚͜ɯ̶̢̛̲̼̞̫͉̗͉̟̫͈̜͊͜ƃ̵̣̲̑̈́̂̑͗̆́̃́̚͘͜ͅb̷̨̧͕̘̦͎͉̗̜̂̈́̈́̑̈́͒̚ͅɹ̵̧̛̠̺̥͕͙̮͍̘̹͖̞̳͎̓̒̽͌̀̄̍͆͐̒͋̅̈́̅̅͠͝ș̷̨̠̹͇̯̔́͐̈͂̈͘͝͝ ̷̡̜͇̯̤͖̜͇̪̤͎͕̲̗̰͑̏̊͗͋̆̌̒͑̓̏̋͝ɐ̴̹̱̤͎̤́̐̾́̀̄̕l̶̨̛̜̮̞̜͖͎̲̂̋̂̒̇͒̂́́͆͝W

And then there was nothing.

A shadow floated in front of you in the reality hole you had just appeared in.

“This isn’t ỏ̶̦̟̃v̷̠̽͜͝e̷̫̗͝r̴̃ͅ yet y/n. Kdqmbg and I llᴉʍ have our revenge.”

The reality hole blasted away as soon as it had been there and you were standing exactly where you had annihilated Youngho, your fist still extended and everyhing. You took a quick glance at your bracelet, noticing how it was now pulsating lavender every couple of seconds.

“Well,” Seungwoo says from behind you, “I suppose we’re ready to start our journey now, huh y/n?”

As you turn to face him, you see you did indeed fully heal his chest, and he was already carrying the two satchels from earlier.

The two of you turn towards the portal that was still swirling in the sky off of the edge of the cliff.

“So come on,” Seungwoo states, “I think we’re ready to stop whatever comes our way now.”

Seungwoo (Part 1) (Part 2) (̵̨̱̣̬̘̫͍̖͚̮͉̮͍̮̽́̋̔̈́̒́̓̅͝ͅʇ̷̢̨̰͍̳̲̗͓̞̫̇̆͋͂̚͝n̶̛̥̥̟̬̺͕̫̔̏̀̉̓̌̇̊̓̕͝ȏ̸̧̭̯͍̜͖̖̤̼̤̯̬̖́̉̉̕ ̶͋̏͂̔̃͋̏̎̐̐́͜ɥ̶̨̧̡̡̛̪̣̣̗̼̥͖̠͑̈́͘͠͝ɔ̴̖̼̹͍̼͎̞̹͉͔͋̐̃̽ʇ̴̢̰̦̞͙̹̤̬̓͑̈́̓̈́͑͜ɐ̵̪̈́̄̔ʍ) (Part 3) (An Evening Dance)

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etherealwaifgoddess · 4 years

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To Give Him The World, Chpt.7

Main Characters: Thor x Ellie (original female character)

Summary: Ellie and Thor enjoy their evening together and it leads to them trying to be intimate. Things don’t go exactly as planned but Ellie supports Thor as always. Thor has a small breakthrough in the end. Master List is HERE if you need to catch up.

Warnings/ Content: Lots of smut and intimacy in this one (and yes I maintain that those are two different things). A dash of angst but it gets better before the end of the chapter I swear.

Word Count: 2.5k

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! In rereading/ editing this chapter it found it was a lot more sex & intimacy centered than I remembered/ intended. Oh well! LOL. And when the shoe drops please remember that Ellie will love him no matter what and that it’ll all be okay in the end. *runs and hides til ya’ll finish the chapter* XOXO - Ash

To Give Him The World, Chapter Seven

Eventually the chilly air forced the pair back inside the cottage. The sun hung low in the sky and it wouldn’t be long before it set over the rolling tide in a blaze of orange and pink. Thor started up a fire in the hearth to warm the small space faster. Ellie contented herself with reading while Thor looked on his Xbox for the game she had mentioned she liked. He wanted to have it installed so they could play together when she wanted to.

The time slipped by quickly and Ellie showed Thor how to make a simple pasta dish for dinner. He was amazed by how quickly it all came together and it tasted better than anything he could have put together himself. Ellie just smiled and reminded him he had done most of the work, she had just provided the instructions. Thor was thankful when she didn’t bat an eye at his plate when he went back to the pot on the stove for a third large helping. It was impossibly good and he knew he could enjoy himself without fear of judgement. Once he was finished Thor insisted on helping clean up the dishes and pack away the meager leftovers. Ellie was happy for the help and they moved around the small kitchen letting hands brush over one another and hips bump against the other’s every so often. It became a quiet game of foreplay after a bit and by the time they’d finished Thor was all but sweating trying to fight the urge to drag her off to his bed.

“Can I take you to bed?” Thor rumbled against Ellie’s neck when he finally pulled her close to him by her hips.

Ellie nodded fiercely, “Yes, please.”

Thor pressed fervent kisses along the column of her neck and guided her to his room, never breaking their contact. He laid her down on his bed carefully, waiting for her to scoot back so he could climb over top her, resting his weight on his hands and knees. Ellie loved how small she felt under him, he was crowding her in the best possible way and she wanted to feel more of him on top of her. She tugged him down by his sweater and he got the hint, gently letting a little of his weight press down on her. Ellie moaned happily at the contact, squirming a little when she felt the hard length of Thor’s cock pressed between their bodies. She snaked a hand down while he continued lavishing her neck and chest with kisses. She’d have brush burn from his beard in the morning and she couldn’t wait. Thor felt a pang of worry when her hand pushed his belly out of the way to get her hand around his cock but the feeling of her small hand wrapped around him had all coherent thought leaving his brain. His hips bucked instinctively at the contact, a hiss escaping his lips.

“Norns, how I want you.” Ellie murmured.

Thor shuddered and Ellie filed away that reaction for future use. The god liked a little dirty talk and she was happy to oblige.

“How?” Thor panted against her skin, “How do you want me?” he was happy to just keep kissing her senseless or take things as far as she was willing to go.

Ellie smiled devilishly, she was going to enjoy torturing him a little. “Inside me.” she whispered before tightening her grip around him ever so slightly.

Thor gasped and his whole body shook from the effort to restrain himself.

Ellie was spurred on, a little power drunk on the effect she had on him. “I want you inside me, Thor. I want you to bury yourself in me until the only thought I have in my head is your name.” A low keening sound burst from his chest and Ellie continued, wanting to really work him up before he entered her. “You like that idea? Being the one who gets to fill me up and make me yours? You’ve been so good for me, sweetheart. So strong, so gorgeous. I love having you on top of me, feeling your weight on me like this. I feel so safe. You’re perfect, you…” Ellie’s mindless rambling was cut off by Thor’s body going stone still, a choked cry coming from his throat. Before she could figure out what was happening Thor’s cock pulsed in her hand and hot jets of come covered her hand, squished between their bodies.

Thor’s chest was heaving as he came back down from his climax. He was horrified he’d come so quickly, before he even got inside of her. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…” he didn’t even know how to apologize enough for his traitorous body. Hot tears pricked at his eyes in shame.

“Thor, stop. It’s okay.” Ellie assured him. She retracted her hand, wiping it on the side of her soft leggings so she could take his face in both hands. She pushed back his hair and lifted his face to look at her. “It’s alright. You’ve done nothing wrong. I shouldn’t have kept working you up like that.”

“I wanted.. And you wanted to…” he mumbled.

“I know, sweetheart. But there’s always tomorrow. There’s no right way to do things, you know? We can just go at our own pace. When we’re both ready and the timing is right, then it’ll happen. It doesn’t matter if that’s a day from now or a year. I’m not going anywhere, Thor.”

Thor nodded, accepting that she was not going to run off. “I could at least return the favor?” he offered.

Ellie shook her head, “There’s no favor to return. I enjoyed doing that for you. You don’t have to worry about me. Seeing you come for me like that was perfect.”

Thor blushed at her words, sleepy from the long day and the intense orgasm. He knew he didn’t need to even the score but it felt selfish in a way. Still, he trusted Ellie to know her own mind.

“Let’s get cleaned up and we can sleep.” she offered, sliding out from under him.

Thor rolled onto his back, waiting for her return, letting himself enjoy feeling sated and warm. Ellie brought in a warm, damp cloth and proceeded to wash away the mess he’d made on both of them. She helped him strip bare and tossed his clothes along with her own into the laundry bin. Taking a minute to just enjoy his body, Ellie let her hands wander across his golden skin. It was a study in contrasts; soft skin and wiry golden hairs, hard muscle under soft fat, and the silky little trails of stretch marks mixing along scars from long ago battles. Her touch wasn’t lustful, just admiring and Thor quivered feeling absolutely worshiped. “So perfect.” she praised quietly before popping back up to take the wash cloth back to the bathroom.

Thor was under the blankets in his normal spot on the bed when she returned. He loved watching her body move as she crossed the room to join him. Her ample curves were more enticing to him than anything else in the world. Tomorrow, he promised himself. Tomorrow he’d claim her properly. Ellie snuggled into Thor’s arms, letting him surround her with his warmth and softness. Neither one of them meant to fall asleep so soon but before they realized it they were both out like a light.

Morning came quietly, the brilliant sunlight streaming in Thor’s bedroom window. Ellie was roasting, her overheated skin sticking against Thor’s warm body. She looked up to realize he was already awake, watching her. The tenderness in his gaze was heart melting and she sighed softly before burying her face into his chest.

Thor’s chest rumbled with an amused chuckle. “Did you sleep well, darling one?” he asked, running a large hand through her hair.

“Quite well.” she admitted with a sleepy yawn.

“Good, because I have plans for you.” his tone was low, enticing and Ellie knew where things were going. She shuddered in anticipation.

“Oh really?” she teased, “What kind of plans?”

“Breakfast plans for starters. I’ve been up a while and I’m starving.” Thor slid down a little to trail damp kisses along her throat, down her chest, and then finally capturing one of her nipples between his lips. Ellie gasped as Thor flicked his tongue across the pebbled bud, sending electric desire straight down to her core. Once he was satisfied, Thor slid down further, trailing more kisses down Ellie’s soft middle until he came to rest between her thighs. He let out a contented growl before he nosed at her entrance, letting her thatch of blonde curls tickle his nose. Ellie had leaned up a bit, propped up on her pillows to watch Thor as he stared at her with a predatory hunger. Too eager to wait any longer, Thor licked a stripe up the crease of her lips before forcing his tongue between them to lap at her slit. He groaned as the taste and feel of her overwhelmed his senses. She reminded him of the sweet-tart apples in the orchard back on Asgard, delicious and ripe.

Ellie gripped at the sheets as Thor worked his tongue around, and then in, her core. He could feel her inner muscles contracting in pleasure already and he moved up to swirl his tongue around her aching clit, desperate to push her over the edge. Ellie came undone quickly once he focused his efforts on her sensitized clit. She was writhing and gasping his name while Thor helped her ride out the burst of pleasure that flooded her body. She knew she was wet but it was almost embarrassing when Thor proceeded to lick up the slick from her core from before moving back up to entwine her in his arms.

“Whoa.” she breathed out a shaky laugh.

“Mhmm.” Thor agreed happily. “I’m fine stopping here but, if you would not object, I would like to continue what we had started last night.”

Ellie felt her inner walls clench down again at the thought of getting him inside her. “I’d like that very much.” she admitted. Ellie reached down to take him in hand, wanting to get him ready to enter her and found him already hard. “Oh, maybe I shouldn’t…” she trailed off into a light laugh, not wanting a repeat of the night before.

“Yes, it’s probably best we skip that this time.” Thor agreed with a chuckle. He kissed her cautiously, unsure if she would mind. Ellie returned his kisses eagerly, not put off by the taste of herself on his lips. It was heady, hedonistic, and she pushed the kiss from tentative to desperate quickly. Thor was aching to be inside of her, his thick length lying hot and heavy against his lower belly. “Are you sure?” he asked one last time.

Ellie nodded, “Please, please Thor.” she managed to gasp out.

Thor reached down to guide himself to her entrance, pausing a moment there to steady himself. The lust burning in her pale green eyes gave him the last bit of courage he needed and he plunged the thick, rounded head of his cock inside her. It was a tight fit, tighter than either of them could have prepared for and it had both of them crying out.

With agonizing slowness, Thor pressed in further until he was buried fully inside her. Ellie was shaking, letting her body get used to accommodating his length and thickness. It was an exquisite fullness, bordering on pain but still firmly in the pleasure category. After a moment Thor rocked his hips against hers; once, twice, and again, letting their bodies adjust before setting a steady rhythm. Ellie nodded encouragingly as he set their pace, letting her hands wander across the wide expanse of his back. Her palms wandered down his sides, settling on his plush love handles. They were perfect for grasping, giving her an anchor as he thrust into her, his cock hitting the sensitive spot inside her just right with each motion. “You’re amazing.” she gasped out, “I love having you on me like this. So powerful and strong.”

A strangled moan came from Thor’s throat at her praise and he ducked his head, letting his long hair brush against her over sensitized chest. Ellie loved his reactions and carried on praising him as he brought them ever closer to their peaks. “So perfect, you’re beautiful.” she rambled, “So big and wonderful on top me, I love feeling you like this. All mine, sweetheart, you’re mine.”

Thor cried out, wanting to be hers almost more than he wanted her to be his. Her words had unlocked a burning need within him that he hadn’t even realized was there. “Yours, I’m yours.” he panted out between thrusts. It wasn’t long before his rhythm faltered, his motions becoming more erratic. He slipped a hand down to stroke Ellie’s clit a few times until he felt her inner walls clamp down around his cock, her whole body tensing as she came again under him. The additional pressure around him had Thor coming with a shout, catching himself on shaking arms so he didn’t completely crush her when he practically crumpled from the pleasure rocketing through him.

Ellie traced slow lines along the center of Thor’s back. Patiently waiting as he came back down from his high. He lifted his head finally, the clouds clearing from his thoughts. “You are a goddess.” he whispered.

Ellie smiled, pleased. “And you are magnificent.” She gave him a playful kiss, a smile turning up the corners of her kiss bruised lips.

Thor rolled off of her and onto his back with a groan. Ellie took the opportunity for snuggles, laying across him like a blanket. “It still amazes me that you enjoy this.” Thor admitted quietly.

Ellie shot him a confused look.

“Me, like this.” he motioned down the length of his body.

Ellie smiled, “How could I not? You’re perfect, sweetheart.”

Thor blushed and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

For the first time since he had gained the weight, Thor let himself be at peace with it. He let himself believe Ellie’s words, and accepted that he could be loved and found desirable even without the chiseled good looks of his youth. He’d been through a lot in the last decade but he made it despite everything life had thrown at him, and all it had taken from him. He coped the best he could and he survived. Thor could no longer find it within himself to begrudge how he had coped when in the end he made it through to the point where he had hope for a brighter future again. A weight lifted itself from his chest, not gone forever but alleviated for the time being, and Thor thought that was good enough for him.

FYI... the final chapter goes up Wednesday night! I intend to post the epilogue that night as well. I’ve decided to go a different route for the epilogue than having it be a standard extra chapter sort of set up. It will be a series of snippets from the next year of their lives. I feel like it’ll give us all a little more closure in their journey. See ya’ll in two days!!

Taglist lovelies: @thorfanficwriter @lancsnerd @avengers-fixation

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inumbro · 6 years

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a collection of some of the ama answers, all the twitter posts, and all of red posts on the boards about zed & some related topics that I can find from the last ~1.5 years (with a few exceptions), so that I have all this info in one spot for reference

organised based first by topic, then by rioter

if anyone has any jhin / xayah / rakan / vastaya related information that I missed I’d appreciate a link so I can add it bc there’s not nearly as much not-officially-canon-canon information on those connections as I remember there being!

Morals:

WAAARGHbobo said:

No. He is, if anything, a hardline nationalist and federalist.

WAAARGHbobo said:

Zed is, indeed, much more complicated than you think. But he is definitely not a nice person.

@miketmccarthy said:

At the moment, [Akali] does not align with [Zed’s] philosophy. He killed Shen’s father and master. Although they are both aggressive, Akali is inherently good and Zed, well, notsomuch.

Shadow magic:

WAAARGHbobo said:

...A wizard has a different, more studious, and analytical way of accessing magic — but arguably a shaman has a more inate connection to spirit magic. While warriors like Zed, Shen, and Kayn have studied a different way to access magical power—

The strenght of the connection, the control, and the narrowness of focus are all important variables...

@LaurieGolding said:

... but Shadow Magic had not been practiced in Runeterra for a long time, before Zed started. Jax hasn't had time to master it in the ~10 years since then!

Kayn:

Scathlocke said:

Kayn's principal conflict is almost not with Rhaast at all, but Zed. It is very likely that his master sent him to retrieve the weapon knowing that it would be the ultimate test for his protege - either it would destroy him, or he would conquer the Darkin and become a worthy new leader for the Order of Shadow.

Basically, Kayn and Zed have a super-complicated "adopted father" type of relationship going on. Rhaast is more like Lady Macbeth, in this current situation.

@LaurieGolding said:

I think [Kayn’s] shadow-form is what Kayn and Zed both hope the outcome will be - he's been given a near-impossible task by his master, as a true and final test of his worthiness to one day lead the Order of Shadow. If he fails, the weapon will consume him.

It's interesting, because both Zed and Swain seem to have engineered their plans for succession into their own rise to power. Both of them seem to say "You can have my job... IF you can take it!"

@LaurieGolding said:

Kayn is a singularly gifted student, but Zed gave him the hardest test imaginable - to withstand the power of a Darkin. ...

Jaredan said:

I wouldn't take the horror of Kayn's experience as typical of Noxus's approach or attitude to recruitment. The Ionia conflict saw some very strange things happen within the Noxian military and beyond. I can't talk about them yet. But that day will come.

@miketmccarthy said:

I think a lot of that will come out later... Zed has had a complicated run in his life, he wants a successor, and I believe he hopes Kayn is 'the one' and time will tell whether or not he can be that. Zed saved Kayn from certain death, trained him, raised him. He cares.

Interlocutioner said:

Link to Zed: Functionally, they're master and apprentice. But in truth, I think they have a deeper relationship than that. Zed sees himself in Kayn. An orphan with a gift and a drive that others can't control, no matter how much they try. No matter how much Zed tries, in Kayn's case, lol. I think Zed might also see something he could never be in Kayn. Kayn's link to the shadow is deep, for whatever reason. Maybe Zed hopes this is a sign that Kayn could do better than him? Ultimately succeed him? And he may have other, darker motives as well.

I think Kayn's respect for Zed is just as deep. Unfortunately, he's in the process of convincing himself that the only way he can prove himself to his father figure is by becoming something more than Zed wants him to be. Stronger than Zed. Strong enough to defeat him, if necessary.

They have a bond, but it will be tested.

...

I just mean their bond will be tested by Kayn's possession of Rhaast, if nothing else.

Kinkou + Jhin:

Jaredan said:

The characters you mentioned [Shen, Zed, Jhin] are very important to each other's lives going forward...

Jaredan said:

Shen, Zed, and Jhin, sitting in a tree. K. I. L. L. I. N. G.

In their history, Jhin is absolutely an antagonist. But Shen doesn't look at Zed with any kind of fondness, only with betrayal. The man he thought was his brother murdered his father, the person that Shen defined himself by.

However, it's true that Shen can't give into his own immediate, visceral anger. Perhaps he even tells himself he doesn't hold that anger against Zed. His job does require him to hold that inner balance to perform it. It's a role that he does partly in honor of his father. Still, if Shen told you he isn't angry, would you believe him?

When he has two worlds balanced on the edge of a blade, how long any man keep his hand steady?

I'm not going to talk about where their story might be headed in specifics, but those are the things that are involved in our thinking.

Jaredan said:

Yup, though Shen and Zed's relationship is a bit more complicated than Tobias and Malcolm's. Zed and Shen also have more complicated personalities and responsibilities than TF and Graves (that's not a challenge when it comes to Graves especially, he's a to-the-point kind of fellow).

Scathlocke said:

Shen is most likely seeing quite a few parallels between Zed's path, and Akali's. There is some significant crossover in their ideology, and they both rejected the Kinkou Order in some way... but Zed rejects the notion of "balance" as weak, and is more than happy to use any/all means at his disposal. Akali is certainly not there, yet!

Thermal_Kitten said:

Akali knows the cost of Zed’s break with the Kinkou. Zed was training alongside Shen, but after their first run in with Jhin, Zed began to have second thoughts. (We updated Zed’s bio to add more context and details surrounding this.)

...

As far as the Order of Shadow and the Kinkou, they don’t exactly work together, it’s more they tend to keep out of each other’s territory and see to Ionia’s future in their own ways. If it came to a direct disagreement, it could come to blows.

WAAARGHbobo said:

Jhin give us a chance to show that Ionia is in transition. The attack on their nation changed them. They are embracing technology they had previously thought unnecessary, and they are questioning their morale foundations. Jhin is the true villain of Zed and Shen's story-- and he represents everything that could go wrong for Ionia.

The Noxus-Ionia war:

Scathlocke said:

Seven years since Swain seized power and commanded the Noxian armies to leave Ionia.

@LaurieGolding said:

Noxus has a HUGE military presence off the main coast of Ionia - the First Lands are so concerned with restoring balance after they "won" the war, they've failed to notice that Noxus hasn't actually abandoned the island of Fae'lor, for example...

@LaurieGolding said:

The Great Stand at Navori was about ten years ago, and she was something like 14 then. Swain seized control of Noxus roughly three years later and ended the war in Ionia.

@LaurieGolding said:

Noxus was originally supposed to be persuading Ionia to join the empire, which of course became an occupation, then a war. They didn't intend to pillage/destroy... But it seems Darkwill was actually looking for magical stuff to extend his life, so who knows? (LeBlanc, maybe?)

@LaurieGolding said:

The death toll was catastrophic, certainly. But also, Ionia has been marked with a big, bloody Noxian handprint that they'll never be able to wash away - the soul of the First Lands has been changed forever... Was that Swain's plan all along? It's hard to say.

Vastaya:

Q&A:

Why is there a rebellion? Is Zed doing something with magic that affects the vastaya and are they dying as a result?

Not dying, but magical essence sustains their continued existence. The less magic there is, the fewer resources there are to support vastayan life and tradition. Other humans tap into or twist up the same magic source that the Lhotlan vastaya need to survive. This is not necessarily a moral thing, good people do bad things for good reasons, unaware of the consequences it causes others. Zed and his people are unknowingly or uncaringly accelerating the drain of the magical energy though they are absolutely not alone in doing this. This is aggravating the growing tension between humans and some vastayan tribes in Ionia - and directly violates the agreements that were forged between species.

Miscellaneous:

In response to:

Then Zed decided to pull a Sasuke because he couldn't deal with someone being better/picked over him.

Jaredan said:

Zed's issues run a bit deeper than that.

WAAARGHbobo said:

[referring to the wild magic video] It is not a part of the timeline. Promotion team just takes inspiration from the lore-- they do not make stuff within the timelines. Because... uh.. Reasons? Well you'd have to ask them.

WAAARGHbobo said:

So as the guy who did this, and Jhin’s lore...

The character you love hasn’t changed.

This simply expands the timeline and shows how Zed’s descent can be understood from his own perspective.

This timeline was actually done during Jhin, and the goal was to give Zed’s fall a slower, more human, less arch, trajectory.

Timeline (rough from my phone):

Shen and Zed are students together and bros. Zed is clearly the better, more talented student.

Kusho takes the two young teenagers undercover chasing “the golden demon”

Jhin crime scenes traumatized zed. (And shen)

Zed begans to struggle with his studies.

Kusho catches but refuses to kill Jhin. Zed loses respect for his master.

Zed begins to study forbidden shadow magic. —gets in trouble.

Leaves.

Noxus invades —zed witness war crimes. Kusho’s refusal to help the war effort is the last straw, Zed is no longer sympathetic or allied to the kinkou. While not directly opposed to them— he begins to view the kinkou as rivals.

Zed forms his own order— related to the Navoi militia group. (Spelling?)

Some vastaya tribes looking for a better deal, ally with the Noxus. Others fight for Ionia. Zed begins hostility with non- humans.

The war is tough, zed returns to the take the last of the shadow magic. Kusho tries to stop him.

Zed kills his master, shen’s dad.

Shen becomes the eye of twilight.

Kayn.

The war ends.

Zed begins consolidating power. Trains kayn. (He continues hostility with noxus, growing hostility with many Vastaya tribes.)

Harrowing mists begin to bother the southern Ionia sea ports.

Kayn gets raaast (around here i think)

Jhin is frees.... by someone

Zed finds out jhin is free. contacts Shen.

Jhin heads to zaun.

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