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engagemachine · 4 years

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Game Night

EDIT: COMPLETED

This prompt is the brainchild of @darkobsessions1989, whose idea for a game of poker between Taylor and J has haunted me. Filling the prompts, “Don’t look!” and “So… you think I’m hot?”

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He offers to teach her how to play poker.

It’s not often that he feels so, uh, benevolent, but when the mood strikes, who is he to deny it? His girl needs to be taught new things every now and then, and who, pray tell, is a better teacher than him?

He’s in the mood to tease her though, wants to see how much she’s willing to be poked and prodded at until she starts to splinter. Wants her cracked and broken by the time this over.

And he knows how to make the game a little more interesting in order to accomplish just that.

He clears all the shit off the coffee table. Sets the cards and the chips out. Sits on the couch, his legs spread wide. Taylor pads over curiously, takes a seat opposite him, knees to the carpet, sitting on the back of her calves. She catches her lower lip between her teeth as she watches him set everything up.

“So how do you play?” she asks, and oh, he loves the way she looks up at him from under the fan of her eyelashes, her green eyes so big and so curious. He knows he’s a lucky sonofabitch, getting to have her all to himself, the fact that she trusts him in a way that makes his blood thrum. It’s not like he didn’t have to work for it, of course, because he did, but the payoff has been achingly sweet, and it’s about to get sweeter.

He explains the game to her in short order, simplifies it as much as he can, explains the significance of the cards–a full house, four of a kind, a straight flush–and watches her nod along as she follows the movements of his hands. He feels a touch of pride at the way she listens to attentively, and he thinks, that’s my good girl, such a quick learner. So smart.

He bounces his knee a little impatiently as he explains the rest. Goddamn, he just wants to play already.

Taylor clasps her hands in front of her chest, looking at the spread. “Okay, I think I’m ready,” she says, and he has to bite down on his smirk to keep from laughing at her innocence. She has no idea.

“Oh, and uh, one more thing.” He forms a bridge shuffle with the deck of cards, watches the way her mouth parts when he does it. Loves the way she is so easily captivated. “Loser has to strip,” he says.

Taylor’s eyebrows shoot up so high he’s almost afraid she’s going to lose them.

“What?”

It’s hard not to laugh at the little panicked crease between her brows, the worry in her eyes. He prods at the inside of his cheek with his tongue, smiling.

“Oh, honey,” he says, all sour condescension. “You’re not going to back out now, are you? We haven’t even started yet.”

“I–that doesn’t sound like how you’re supposed to play,” she says, wary.

Jesus. She is already flushing. Already starting to fold.

“Come on, it’ll be more fun this way.” He mock pouts.

He can see the wheels turning behind her eyes, the way she is weighing the pros and cons. He doesn’t even have to lay his disappointment on that thick–he already knows how badly she doesn’t want to let him down. How eager she is to please.

She folds her arms across her stomach, touching her upper arms, like a little self-administered hug, and then she’s biting down on her lip, nodding without meeting his eyes.

He grins, devilish. “That’s my girl.”

The plan is simple: he’ll let her win the first few rounds, build up her confidence, give her a false sense of security. Make her feel like she’s got the upper hand. And then...

He delights in the way her face lights up every time he lets her win a hand. He starts by removing his shoes, and then his trench coat, and the coat beneath that. His green vest. He undoes his suspenders so he can unbutton his dress shirt, pulls that off so he’s just in his white wifebeater, which he keeps tucked into his slacks. The socks stay on, too.

She is humming to herself in satisfaction, bouncing a little on her knees, thinking she’s got the game in the bag.

He’s about to rip the carpet right out from underneath her.

“Gosh,” he says, shaking his head, looking put out, “do I chalk this up to beginner’s luck or are you just really that good?”

Taylor giggles, leans forward across the table a little, still wearing all of her clothes, her white top with the little puff sleeves and scalloped trim. Pink cotton shorts. “You thought I was gonna be so bad at this, didn’t you?” she grins.

The Joker throws up his hands in mock defense. “What can I say, baby? You’re a natural.”

She beams at him, and he knows he’s got her right where he wants her.

The last article of clothing he removes is his belt, which hisses slowly through the loops of his pants as he pulls it loose. He lays it down on the couch next to him, where it lies in treacherous wait, curled up like a black snake. He notices her eyes dart towards it a little nervously—recalling a faraway memory, maybe—and the way she swallows. Her eyes flicker back to her cards then, and he can tell by the way she bites her lip that this is not a good hand. She really has no idea how easy it is to read her face, all the little tells she has. He can’t help but marvel over how incredibly easy she is. Sometimes he thinks about the fact that she might not be alive, if it weren’t for him. Someone else would have snatched her up, and she’d either be six feet under by now or would be being passed around in the dank Gotham underbelly. She’s easy prey like that, big doe eyes, heart on her sleeve, strawberry-and-vanilla sweet. She can’t help it. If she were Little Red, she’d succumb to the big bad wolf in every retelling.

Fortunately for him, he’s the wolf.

“Y’know,” he says, leaning forward to rest his forearms on his thighs, his cards held in one hand, draped carelessly over his knee, “if you wanted to see me naked so badly, you could’ve just asked.”

She stares at him, her mouth parting in shock. “I didn’t—I don’t—”

He chuckles at her inability to finish, and she huffs and has to lift her cards higher up—hiding her face—to shield him from her blush.

“It’s okay, baby doll,” he smirks, “I uh, I know you think I’m hot.”

She lowers her cards just enough to glance up at him from over the tops of her cards. If possible, her blush deepens to even darker shade of crimson. “I never said that,” she mumbles.

He smirks again. She is so easy to rile up. “You didn’t have to.” After a beat of silence, he says, “Your move, princess.”

She bites her lip as she lays down two pairs. Two threes and two nines. A lone Jack. Her eyes eagerly dart to his, no doubt excited to see how his hand will fail in comparison, as has been the trend. Her gaze is bright, full of fire, and he wonders if she’s imagining what piece of clothing he’s going to remove next.

He smirks as he sets down his own cards. Four of a Kind.

Her mouth parts in surprise. “Oh.”

The Joker shrugs his shoulders, innocent, even though he is anything but.

For a moment, she doesn’t move, just stares down at the table where he’s laid his cards, her brows furrowed in that way he secretly adores, as if she just can’t figure out how he could have possibly bested her.

She tugs a little apprehensively on the hem of her shirt, and he keeps his dark eyes trained on her, unblinking, as he waits.

She leans back and carefully removes one of her sneakers. She doesn’t say anything.

The game continues on this way for a short while, and Taylor grows increasingly more flustered when she realizes how disadvantageous her lack of clothing is.

“This isn’t fair,” she huffs after she’s pulled off her second sock. “You’re wearing more clothes than I am!”

“Hmm... didn’t think of that,” he says, having thought of that. He shrugs as if to say, what can you do?

“This game is stupid,” she mumbles.

He hums. “Sounds like somebody’s being a sore loser,” he intones, lifting a brow.

The way she scowls at him is so goddamn bratty he almost thinks he’s going to haul her ass over the table and bend her over his knee—but he’s kind of enjoying her little huffy display, the way she is clearly starting to get antsy over her lack of clothing options left. She sits up a little straighter, gripping her cards with white knuckles, like the extra intensity will help her focus.

When she loses the next hand, she bows her head in bewilderment, at a complete loss, but then her eyes light up when she pulls the green scrunchie off her wrist, dangles it in front of him as if to say, Aha!

He rolls his eyes. Impatient. “Oh, come on—”

“It counts!” she says. She flings it in his direction like a rubber band, and it hits him square in the chest and then lands on the crease where his thigh meets his hip.

He pockets it with his free hand as he glares at her.

She leans forward as if to reach across the table to take it from him. “Hey, that’s—”

He leans back so he’s out of reach. “You’ll get it back later—if I’m in the mood.”

She pouts at him, sitting back on her calves, frowning behind the fan of her cards, but they go back to their game.

Predictably, a few minutes later, her eyes widen in shock when he lays down a straight flush.

“Oh, my god,” she whispers. She looks up at him, so panicked, and her face is already flushed with embarrassment.

He tsks at her, shaking his head. “Looks like you’re fresh out of beginner’s luck, sweetheart.”

She swallows as she touches the edge of the coffee table, curling her knuckles into the cool glass. He can see her debating the merits of which piece of clothing will reveal the least amount of skin.

He leans back into the couch, crosses his ankle on top of his knee. Tries to keep the shit-eating grin off his face. He knows he looks smug.

“Well?”

She looks up at him so helplessly it almost makes him feel sorry for her. Almost. He tries to school his features into a look of passivity, but this is the moment he’s been gunning for. He wants to see if she’ll go through with it, if she’s willing to go all the way.

“I… I don’t think I want to play anymore—"

He leans forward, shaking head. “Backing out already? I didn’t think you were this much of a wimp—”

“I’m not!” she insists, and he thinks if she had been standing she would’ve stomped her foot in that way she does when she’s sick of his bullshit.

“Fine then,” he says. “Do it. Show me what a big, brave girl you are.”

She scowls into the distance for several long moments, and then she seems to come to some sort of resolve, her eyes darting up to meet his. She glares at him.

“Don’t look!” she snaps. She waits for him to turn his head the other way—which he does, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling—but he watches her out of his peripheral, the way she huffs when she tugs her shirt over her head, ruffling her hair. She thwaps her shirt on the table next to her with a bit more force than necessary, and when he turns back to look at her, her blush has crept all the way down her neck, bleeds prettily over the delicate curves of her collarbones. He doesn’t bother to pretend he’s not looking. He is.

She awkwardly folds her arms over her little flimsy cotton bra, inadvertently pushing the small swell of her breasts together. She meets his gaze for only a second before she has to look away, ducking her head.

Then she starts to cry.

He raises an eyebrow at her in surprise.

Well.

Shit.

He hadn’t been expecting that.

He takes a moment to mull over the best course of action—his poor, sweet girl, even softer than he gave her credit for.

“Hey—c’mere.”

She tucks her chin even more into her chest, her arms crossed over her breasts as she shakes her head, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I said come here,” he growls.

She is still crying softly when she goes to stand, trying so hard to hide from him even as she shuffles closer, even now so eager to obey. When she rounds the coffee table to stand beside him, he scoots to the edge of the couch, coaxes her between his spread legs by curling his fingers around the back of her right thigh, gently pulling her closer. When he lifts his head, his gaze sweeps hungrily over her tear-streaked face, which she is so desperate to keep turned away from him.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he coos, knowing he has to be soft if he’s going to get the truth out of her. He doesn’t know what exactly triggered her, but he wants to placate her, even though she’s so pretty when she cries like this.

“I—I—” She fumbles over the words as a tear slides over the slope of her jaw, disappears somewhere along the column of her neck.

“C’mere. Look at me.”

He tugs her even closer, pulling on her wrists—gently captures them in one hand, so he can hold them behind her back—and makes her stand in between his spread thighs. She is blushing so hot, trying to look anywhere but at him.

He’s gracious enough to allow her a minute. Lets her sniffle and cry while he strokes the inside of her wrists with his thumb.

Finally, she looks at him, her eyes all wet, lashes tear-soaked and clumpy, sticking to her cheeks when she blinks.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” she whispers, immediately followed by a hiccup. He frowns at her as he waits for her to finish. “For our first time, I mean, like—like this,” she sniffles, looking away. “I wanted to be pretty for you….”

Something hot settles inside his chest at her words, something that metastasizes with alarming speed, warming him from the inside out.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs. Now he understands. He lets go of her hands so they dangle near her hips, and then he’s holding onto her waist with one hand, tracing over her belly with his other, a trail of goosebumps trembling beneath his wake. He waits until she meets his eyes before he speaks. “You do look pretty,” he coos, laying it on nice and thick, as he is want to do. “My good girl… nothing to be embarrassed about.”

It’s almost funny just how achingly tender she is, how much she frets over wanting to be perfect for him. That same heat throbs inside him again, this time a little lower, and he shifts on the couch to release some of the pressure.

He can tell the effect his words have on her when she swallows, looking at him with her big green eyes, hanging off his every word, needing his reassurance. He strokes his thumb over the soft dip of her waist, splays his long fingers over her belly as he allows his eyes to drift lower, taking in all her soft, pale skin.

It takes some coaxing, but she starts to melt into his touch, her tears drying. She watches him watch her, and he can tell warmth is unfurling inside her too when her mouth parts at his touch, and she shifts a little closer, looking down at him. Wanting to touch him, too.

She bites her lip as she meets his burning eyes, and their gazes lock in a moment that suddenly feels electric, some unidentified spark crackling between them, and a second later he’s growling as he hooks his fingers into the stretchy waistband of her little pink shorts, tugs her into his lap. She falls into him with a gasp, her arms hooked around his neck.

She doesn’t have to know he cheated.

#Burn #full disclaimer: I don't know how to play poker I'M SORRY if this is bad!!!!!!!!#I tried my best #my writing #COMPLETE

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nukyster-blog · 4 years

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Changing course Chapter 20) Wolf at the table.

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Ivar was seated underneath one of the kitchen tables. His back arched against one of the massive legs as he tried to massage the muscle ache from his calf. His legs started to hurt more now that the cold had settled within the castle as well. The stone floor was ice cold and since he was forced to sit on it all through the day, every inch of his body grew stiff.

The beehive around him started to reach its boiling point as dinner was about to be served. During that time he was left alone and Ivar treasured every minute of it. He fell back into the role of the silent observer, watching feet hurry or tiptoe around his table. He’d managed to distinguish between all the different footsteps; Little Cunt was easiest to recognize due to her walking stick. A step, scrunch, step, scrunch.

Big Cunt had a long-legged stride and would avoid his table, she must have known he was the deviant that tied her laces together.

The linen maidens seemed to flutter over the floor as if they were dancers. Always in a hurry, always in a rush to do whatever Little Cunt wished.

The Giant made so much noise that Ivar could detect the man the moment he stepped into the hallway. The Giant moved around with large and heavy steps, as a man who ruled his world, untouchable and blinded by his own self indulgence. Which made him stupid and sloppy.

The drama Ivar created when he refused to speak had a positive side-effect, because Ivar was no longer in shackles when he worked inside the kitchen. He was no longer perceived as a threat by the others, which was very ironic because he carried around a murder weapon.

Food was being served, which meant most of the staff was heading into the dining room, each with a tray or pitcher in their hands.

Ivar hadn’t seen the dining room yet, which wasn’t odd—he had no reason to be there. That didn't mean he wasn’t curious about it though. As most of the footsteps rushed into the hallway, he wondered about the size and grandeur? of all the other rooms inside the castle.

The footsteps died out and like a snake,Ivar slithered from underneath his table. Now that he was granted a few moments of peace he’d like to explore.

And of course his eyes focused on the collection of knives stashed alongside the chopping boards.

Ivar’s sleeve sopped or soaked up grease as he pulled himself up against the counter. Someone had been copping carrots and onions, the inedible parts of the vegetable still lay on the chopping board, next to the knife.

Ivar picked it up as he overheard a pair of footsteps head toward the kitchen, one that did not make him retreat. Instead, he met Piglet with a smug grin as he jammed the knife deep within the wood of the chopping board.

“Ivar!” Piglet hissed in alarm and ushered him away from the kitchen counter.

“Don’t play knife”,she scolded benevolently and pointed to his table, “ancient wench hit you”.

Ivar smirked, pleased that Piglet had been so eager to use his curse words for Little Cunt and crawled back to the table. It took him longer than usual to move around. His shoulder still ached from when the Giant twisted his arm onto his back.

Piglet fetched him some food and something far more precious—beer.

It had been so long since Ivar drank anything alcoholic and when the young woman placed a cup underneath the table, he drained it in one gulp.

He shuffled the cup back to Piglet’s feet with an overly thirsty cough and received another filling.

“Shukraan,” he thanked her and slouched back against the wooden table leg, satisfied and slightly light headed. After he finished his plate, he must have dozed off for a moment, because when he opened his eyes the linen maidens had returned to do a preposterous amount of dishes. Piglet was humming as she swept the floor. Ivar listened to her voice, there was happiness inside her hum, something carefree that only ever manifested within her voice or eyes when she tended for her animals or mentioned her previous life.

Ivar listened to the wordless melody and wondered about the words that weren’t voiced. And about the meaning behind those words, was it a lullaby, a religious chant? Whatever it was to Piglet, the song embodied the little joy she had in life.

It died out abruptly and completely when rhythmless footsteps stalked through the hallway.

Ivar sat up so fast he nearly head-butted his forehead into the table. Those were undoubtedly the footsteps of Ludolf.

The three young women stopped dead in their tracks and from that moment, their differences in religion and color faded away. Panic united those three young women as their shared tormentor lingered in the doorway. All were wide eyed, pupils dilated in a frenzy of fright, too indoctrinated with severe punishment to surrender to their flight or fight impulse.

Monsters come in many shapes and sizes, in their case the monster was a mere five and a half feet tall and talked with a lisp.

Ivar gnashed his jaws together, if only those damn linen maids hadn’t been present. He could have murdered that bastard without any witnesses. He was free of chains and figured Piglet would be grateful enough to help him leave the castle. But now he had two pairs of eyes and two mouths that could cause him too much trouble. And he feared that if he’d slit the throat of those two pompous bitches Piglet would condemn him as evil. He did not dare take that risk and lose his only ally. Without Piglet, his chances of fleeing the castle were close to none.

Ludolf spoke three words, they sounded like an order. The young man walked into the kitchen and sat down at Ivar’s table.

It was hard to contain himself; it would have been so pleasing to drive his knife into those posh calf leather boots.

Ludolf repeated his words, harsher this time and Piglet jumped into action. Ivar watched her feet tiptoe closer to his table and heard her pour a drink for her ruler.

Oh the unfairness, a victim serving her abuser, Ivar felt his anger boil up and tried to choke it. Any rash decisions could cause their heads to be decapitated.

The game of cat and mouse played on above his head. Ludolf ordered a refill, which Piglet obeyed. Her toes curled up after inching backwards and the scent of cold sweat poured out of every pore.

When Ludolf finished his drink he slammed his cup down onto the table, causing the three women to gasp in fright. Ludolf’s chair crunched over the stone floor painfully slow. The ruler stood up and took a direct step towards Piglet, who at her turn leaped a big one back. Placing her pitcher on the table she took another cautious step aside to place the table between herself and Ludolf.

The game became more interesting from the predator’s side. Ludolf took a swift step to the left and Piglet jumped to the right. Ludolf laughed and passed to the right as Piglet nearly tripped over her own feet to run to the left.

Ivar sat underneath the table, knuckles white from clenching his fists too hard and gritted teeth from effort to remain silent. With unwavering focus, he watched two calf leather boots move back and forth, all while rage blazed through his system.

Ludolf never expected a wolf underneath his table and cried out like a girl when Ivar sank his teeth into his ankle. With an unflattering dive down, Piglet’s tormentor fell on his arse while Ivar tasted blood.

He received a kick across the face, but he laughed madly.

“You even kick like a girl,” Ivar bellowed while a mixture of saliva and blood dripped down his chin. Ludolf’s blood, the blood of the enemy.

Ivar licked his lips, savoring the sweet taste of vengeance while Ludolf crawled back pale-faced and absolute gobsmacked by the audacity of the crippled slave.

Ivar wasn’t granted much time to enjoy his victory. Big Cunt strolled into the kitchen and dropped every plate she held by the sight of her master floored and Ivar’s mouth covered with blood.

The shattering of porcelain caused more bystanders to appear. Ludolf took that opportunity to cry out and clasp his ankle. The first row of bystanders was swept aside by the Giant and Ivar realized his bloody revenge might cost him his life.

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Ivar did not sleep inside the shed that night. He was locked deep down into the dungeon of the castle, with only a high barred window that granted his prison a smidgen of moonlight. The quarry stone walls were moist and fungus had set. The only sounds were the high pitched squeaks and hisses coming from rats. The place was infested by the vermin, known to jump a foot and a half, which caused Ivar to retreat against the wall with his knees up to his chest.

In his hand he held the knife, prepared to use it if one of the scurvy creatures dared to creep up his legs.

The Gods had abandoned him again and death lingered on his doorstep. Ivar wondered if Heilhem or Valhalla awaited him as he’d be leaving Midgard soon. He’d managed to inflict harm on a Christian, but he could have done far more damage if it weren't his heart that had been thinking for him instead of his guts.

‘See, this is what you get, if you tend to care for others. You grow weak, weakling’, Ivar told himself bitterly.

He was not scared for what the morning would bring; it would simply be an agonizing transfer into another realm. Pain was simply an unwelcome acquaintance; one he’d met and endured his entire life. Pain dissolved your common sense; ate you from the inside out or battered you from the inside out.

But in the end, it always faded away until all you could taste, breath and be was sweet oblivion.

So why fear something that had a clear beginning and such liberating end?

His passing would simply be a new beginning and by the Gods, maybe in his next life he’d be blessed with strong legs. Maybe he’d be able to roam his next world freely, redeemed from his handicap and shameful byname.

With that prospect, shouldn’t he be happy instead of feeling so remorseful? He’d done everything in his power to keep Piglet from harm and he’d even die because of it.

Then why did he feel as if he’d betrayed her, for being happy to desert this place? Why did it bother him so much that he was never going to see her again? Because surely his Gods and hers did not want to mix their believers.

“Furry little bastard!” Ivar’s knife flung into the darkness and sank into the soft tissue of a rat’s belly. The animal let out a faint hiss as Ivar twisted the knife and dragged the spastic body closer. It was a small sacrifice to Odin, to Thor. To a father and a son. To hopefully be reunited with his father.

He extracted the knife and sank his middle and index finger into the inflicted wound. Warm blood oozed up to his touch and he used it to draw an R on his forehead. A runen R, which stood for radiō, ‘a journey’.

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A/N: First off, I’d like to thank @Sarrah-jane for helping me out majorly by beta-reading this chapter! Valhalla has a chair reserved for you! Back to the story: you know as a writer when you cook up something bad and you think ‘can I do this to my favorite character’ and then do it anyways? Well, that’s pretty much the next chapter. I haven’t written the actual words, but you know, all the scenes are in my head…. Dumdumdummm…

About this chapter, I like how it started all soft, with Ivar actually being in a pleasant mood. Also like the double meaning of the chapter title ‘wolf at the table’, it’s again about Ludolf and Ivar. One being AT the table and one being UNDER it.

The ending of this chapter is, I guess bittersweet? What I like about the whole Viking spirit is that they don’t condemn certain subjects as we do. Murder or killing isn’t necessarily bad nor is dying. Ivar doesn’t fear death or what he’s going to face, but there is that shimmer of grief, for he won’t be able to see his companion when he crosses over.

That was all for today, I hope I’ll have a spare moment of free time while I drabble down some uncensored torture.

Xoxoxox Nukyster

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x-avavarts-x · 4 years

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A final fantasy fanfiction for my oc and her family.

Characters: Cor Leonis, Laura lucis caelum (my oc), Dariolus Amicitia(my oc) Noctis lucis Caelum, Ignis scientia, Crystalcrown Leonis ( @yutauke28 oc )

Warning!!

My national language is not English. I apologize for spelling and grammar mistakes.

I can't find a good name for my story and probably changed its name.

Summary:

When your flesh and blood are mixed with pain and you are nurtured with it, you dedicate your whole being to those who were trying to improve your suffering by touching their love. What's wrong with you? It does hurt to lose these loved ones, even thinking about it bothers you. At that time .. you grab everything to stop the destiny .. like a bird stuck in a cage and trying for freedom, you knock yourself on the door and the wall to find a way ... and if you find it. Nothing can stop you, even if it is a God!

Part: 2

Cor's voice opened my eyes slowly. I saw that it was a bit blurry and I couldn't see his face clearly! I took a deep breath and tried to sit in my place. He put his hand on my shoulder to oppose me, but I was sitting! I put my feet on the ground and rested my hands on the edge of the bed:

"I'm fine!"

He stood for a while and then sat down next to me. His movements were doubtful because he did not know much about socializing with a woman. He did not expect more from a 45-year-old man who had fought or practiced all his life! I lowered my head and broke the silence with myself:

"I ran away!"

I heard a cold, calm voice:

"This is nothing, Lara! You did what your father wanted!"

My voice was calm and my tone was heavier than ever:

"He kept his promise... he was right!"

I turned my gaze slowly to his blue eyes. His face was cold and serious. It didn't make any sense, and that's why our relationship ended. I didn't know why I came back to him! I took a deep breath and got up to leave the camp:

" I'm sorry I won't take your time."

Before I could even walk away from the bed, he grabbed my wrist and prevented me from leaving. I slowly stood up and turned to face him! His eyes were full of words, but his lips weren't moving, he slowly let go of my hand and got up from his place:

"Rest here. You have just arrived, your body is not strong yet!"

This behavior really bothered me. I couldn't stand it, especially through:

" I'm human .. I sow the death of my loved ones .. My father disappeared, I only lost my companion! I took refuge in you! Isn't that enough to show my feelings?

He was standing quietly before reached his work desk. His thoughts were dumb and silent to me. I couldn't read anything from his look or demeanor. He took a deep breath and I could feel it moving his shoulders. I took a deep breath to calm myself down, laughing so much in my mental anguish that no one thought it might be something that bothered me. I had accepted this, but I needed to embrace someone I loved !! Cor's silence was nothing to me except he was unimportant to me, he never said he wanted me. never! While I was trying for years to restore her soul, he ignored me .. and even now .. !! The headache forced me to sit down. I sat on the bed for the second time and held my head in my hands:

" Do you know about Noctis"

"Not yet!"

I took my phone out of my pocket and looked at its screen. I wanted to call Noctis, but ... what was I told him! I left my phone on the bed and stared at cor again! His gaze was fixed on the map on his desk, and he was looking at it calmly. Sometimes I felt that he had no feelings, but ... I pressed my eyelids tightly and a thick frown settled between my eyebrows:

" I'm tired .. can you calm me down only once ??"

I couldn't believe I asked him to do that. I slowly raised my head to see him, standing right in front of me. A faint smile sat on his lips. Pale and very calm, but the same smile was very unexpected for someone known him. Slowly he sat down on his knees in front of me and hugged me. The touch of his hands gave me a soft feeling, I felt like someone who was addicted to drugs for a long time, and now it has suddenly calmed down using the drug it loves! Cor was an unattainable but lovable drug for me, he was Unattainable, but he has worth it. Slowly, I raised my hands and circled the tension. Hatred of crying puts pressure on my throat and I have no choice but to break it. I put my eyes on his wide, flat shoulders and pressed myself against him. I used to take refuge in it because of the loss of half of my family. Cor always made me happy and I feel like a free girl by him. but now, at the age of 39 ... could I still be happy? While there was almost nothing left of my family ??

"I don't know this confession .. right or not but .. I love you cor..for a long time .. !!

This sudden confession of mine seemed to be very unexpected to him, maybe he thought I wasn't interested in him, but ... his hands sat on my shoulders and he pulled me away from himself. That smile was gone from his face. His face was cold, but his icy eyes injected a certain warmth.

"I didn't think this interest would still exist!"

His words made me laugh. I wiped away my tears and tilted my head to some extent and answered him while my tone was a little warm:

"Can i don't want these eyes ?? You are more bitter than snake venom and more unbearable than a cactus trunk !!

He laughed softly. He laughs a little, but when he laughs, it feeds my heart with calm and love. From his laughter, only a faint smile remained, he lowered his head for a moment and looked at me again. I grabbed his collar and put my face close to his face. I kissed him gently on the lips. I stared into his eyes. The surprise was clearly in his eyes, and I could feel it! I laughed and raised my head, my smile slowly disappeared, my tone was sad:

"There is no other kingdom .. You no longer need to hide your interest because I am a princess!"

He hugged me again and stroked my hair. I couldn't read his thoughts, but I knew it felt good. He was so proud that he didn't say it, but well, I didn't have that pride. And I was at the forefront of expressing interest in him! Nap pressed on my eyelids, and the warm embrace of Cor made my body lighter! I laughed and separated myself from him:

"I am sleepy!"

He laughed softly and got up from his place. He picked up a gray blanket and threw it over my head:

"Sleep, I'll get to work too!"

I took my tone seriously and pulled the blanket down over my head:

"Sit down and do your works! what I have to do with you !! You act kind of like you hate it so much! It's my fault that I kissed you!"

I took off my boots and threw them on the other side, opened the blanket and threw it on my feet. I opened my hair and continued to growl in front of his benevolent gaze:

"I hope you have a fever that you can't do anything! I hope that the gods your enemy's incurable pain. I hope a green wart is the size of an apple on your nose !!"

He laughed softly and stood behind his desk. I lay on the bed and slept while my back against Cor. When I was sure that my face would no longer see, I dropped into myself. I used all that sorrow to empty the heads of the Nif soldiers. To calm me by shedding their dirty blood. Although .. this bleeding did not revive my loved ones.. it calmed my heart!

As Laura fell asleep, Cor's look was drawn at her. He breaths caught softly, and his eyebrows twitched in a sad frown. He had received the news from Monica in all the details, he didn't bring anything to Laura so as not to make her feel bad. However, He saw Laura stronger than talking about the death of her loved ones. Now Cor had lost his friends, his legendary king, as well as his old master! He took a deep breath and lifted his hands from the desk, Slowly he walked towards Laura and stood over her head! He was happy that she was still alive, and this made him thank Cor of his gods for the second time. Now that he knew Laura was still interested in him, he decided not to miss this opportunity to have her! Years ago, not knowing what he was doing, he felt dependent on Lara, and all this distance had not only made him feel weak but more than ever. he didn't know Laura so much while she was trying to cure him as a child. SHe didn't look at Cor like other people, he didn't hate them and he understood them, maybe because she had a difficult childhood, maybe she also understood the meaning of hating others well. He has been with Laura for a long time, he knows how much Laura suffers! Laura, who, in spite of all this mental pain, was called a bastard and humiliated others, was smiling again, and was happy! That's what made those around him ... especially Cor, remember that he was a continuation! He gently raised his hand and stroked her black and gray hair with a delicate hand. He didn't even cut his hair short because of his knowledge of Cor interest, he put his hand on his arm to pull his fingers and he grabbed them between his hands !! Seven-year-old Laura calmed the pain of Cor failure with these hands so that Cor realized how difficult life is for him without Laura's presence !! He pulled the blanket over her shoulders and kissed her head gently and briefly. He didn't do much of it, so he finished it quickly. They had to do their mission and get the key to noct! He went out of the tent to eat something instead of breakfast!

Ignis' green look was on Gladio and the prompto that the wanted them that left Noctis and himself alone. He stood behind Noctis, raised his hand hesitantly, and pushed it into his delicate hair, and caressed it. This brief action by Ignis caused Noctis to turn and look at him with tears in his eyes, the news of the death of his loved ones had greatly disturbed him. So hard that he could hold back his tears, now only his friends are with him. He put his hand over his eyes to wipe away his tears and spoke in a voice that was muffled by crying:

"Everyone dies ..!"

Ignis was silent because he could not find the words that were appropriate for Noctis's pain relief, which, of course, did not last long. Noctis 'voice echoed in Ignis' ear. He cried freely and sobbed:

"I can not believe it..!"

A girl's hands gently grasp Noctis' shoulders. Touching those hands, Noctis turned his back slowly, wiping his ocean eyes from the tears. Crystal's hands wiped Noctis' tears from his face. Her face was sad because she seemed to have lost her family too!

"Do you know that you are not alone?"

It didn't take long for Ignis's voice to be heard. He gently put his hand on his friend's shoulder and continued his words seriously:

"We always hold your back. Only death can separate us from you."

Knowing the strength of Ignis' will, and of course, his perseverance and endurance made Noctis's pain somewhat relieved. The touch of crystal caresses also calmed him. His friends were always by his side and that was enough for Noktis ... and all he wanted to be was for him not to lose them either. Crystal hands wrapped around Noctis's waist and led him to the car. At the same time, all three returned to the car to get to their seats. Noctis thoughts were filled with sweet memories of the past. His father's nightly tales of her travels and adventures, Laura's petty mischief to entertain him .. Halloween celebrations and New Year's Eve together .. Laura's sinister plans and his father's opposition to surprise Cor or Clarus. There was nothing left of that family except Noctis. He thought that Laura was also alive because Cor had not given him any information about Laura. he was no longer crying, but his chest was heavy because of this mental pain !! All this time along the way, Noctis stared sadly and frustratedly at the floor of the car .. Even this car was full of memories .. his father's car .. he took a deep breath and frowned at his hatred ... leaving him all alone .. lying to him, Lying next to him, lying with him, staying with him, lying that everything is under control .. Lying behind lies .. !! All the time Noctis's grief and selfishness locked his friend Prampto's eyes on his eyes. Seeing this, his friend had nothing but torment. He had never been so quiet. Unlike Prampto and Ignis, Gladio was disappointed that King Regis had sacrificed his life to save his worthless son. However, he was respectful and did not tell him anything. This was the only sympathy of Gladio!

She was standing outside the garage, leaning against the wall. Her head was down and her gaze was fixed on the ground from behind the irregular strands of her hair. Cid's words about King Regis break his daughter's heart. Slowly she raised her hand and placed it on her chest, took a deep breath, and walked slowly into the garage. The sound of his strong footsteps broke the silence created by Cid's departure. The first look she turned to the princess was Ignis. The gleam of happiness in his large, green eyes was easily recognizable to Laura. As expected from Ignis, he stood respectfully and straight in front of the princess and bowed:

"Majesty!!"

A smile wiped the Cleared her red lip from lipstick. It was as if Ignis's voice had caught Noctis' attention. Because he slowly turned his back and was shocked to see his sister. Perhaps out of joy and perhaps out of surprise, Noctis's inner sense was a positive and joyful one. He took a step away from his place and came to Laura:

"Laura !!"

Laura quickly painted her lips and hugged her brother and squeezed:

"Is my Kitty good?"

Laura's survival was hope for Noctis again. He was not alone !! Her sister was here, by his side! He laughed softly and kissed his sister's cold cheek. This coldness of Laura's body worried her to some extent. Slowly he pulled her away from himself and looked at her with a worried frown:

"Your body is .. cold !!"

As prompto came forward, the sentence that Noctis uttered was forgotten. He stood in front of Laura and happily put his hand behind his head and leaned back a little:

"Wow, Laura, being alive is a miracle !!"

Laura's gentle laughter responded to Prompto's warm, friendly tone:

"I also didn't get well."

The next person was Crystal. She ran happily to Laura and hugged her tightly! It didn't take long for her tongue to open and he began to speak sharply:

" You are alive, Laura, you are alive !! I can not believe it!"

A kind smile sat on Laura's lips. She caressed crystal's red hair gently and kissed her head. The pain was so severe that she did not want to think about the past and the place of that sweet and kind girl!

"No one dares to kill me my strawberry !!!"

Crystal's gaze was fixed on Laura's face and her:

"You are a badass, Laura you know?"

Gladio's gaze was looking for a bigger level than his own. The fact that Dario is not with Laura ... gave him nothing but a negative feeling. He turned to Laura and stared at her smile. If Dario was dead, Laura wouldn't smile !!

" Where is Dario? Is he eating ramen again?

Not to mention that Dariolus took a smile from Laura's lips and made her face look very serious. Laura's silence and her gaze fixed on the unknown corner, made Gladio regret his words. Her guess was correct, Dario was dead! Laura's grief was quickly reflected in her audience. Her deep breath saddened Prompto's kind face. He spoke in a worried tone to find out why Laura was silent:

"He is all right...right?"

A short, faint smile opened Laura's lips, but she couldn't stand it, and the smile went away again. Her emotions erupted subconsciously, and a stubborn drop of tears tried to break the barrier of her eyes, and finally, she quickly dripped and fell on her cheek The slip of that crystal drop made everyone understand what Laura was doing to control herself. However, Laura quickly wiped away the tears and said in a trembling voice:

"He..."

Her hatred of crying prevented her from continuing. Hardly pressing her lips together, and tried to complete the answer:

" He is gone.. with pride!"

Crystal's sad face was sewn as a good friend. Laura was like her mother, but Crystal loved her more than anything, seeing her suffer so much hurts her kind heart. Noctis' sad look stared at the ground for a moment, again in the form of his sister. He pressed the corners of her eyes so that she wouldn't cry, Laura was that. She hated expressing her sorrows so much !! For the second time, he gently hugged her and kissed her hair. A smile came to Laura's lips and with the help of Noctis, she was able to control her emotions again. Slowly he turned his back and separated herself:

"I'm fine!"

She put her hand on his shoulder and looked at him for a moment, then stared at Noctis' friends:

"Cor in the tomb is waiting for you!"

She looked back at Noctis:

" Well, listen to Cor's words! He has a lot of experience."

" Aren't you coming ??"

Noctis's short sentence didn't put Laura's lips on for a few seconds, but that silence disappeared with a soft smile:

"R u sure?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Well, you go, I'll come myself. Because I have to go to Lestallum!"

Noctis stared at his sister's face. He took a deep breath and shook his head once:

"OK!"

Just one word from Noctis' tongue caused Laura to turn back. She slowly distanced himself from him and turned her back on them to go to her car! The brown look of the Gladia was radiant. Like his father, he is jealous of Dario's station. They were both proud to be dead. Calmly breath caught and he walked slowly towards Regalia:

"Let's go."

Ignis's hand calmly sat on Noctis' shoulder and gently led him to the car.

Laura's gaze was fixed on them. Also to the reflect that Regalia had. She smiled softly. The girl was alive because her father loved her. She couldn't even get close to Regalia. She just saw her reap! She slowly put her hands on her car's steering wheel and took a deep breath to control herself as her car window slammed. She turned his head slowly, saw Cindy, lowered the glass, and waited with a warm smile to hear her words:

"Yes?"

Cindy's always warm tone made Laura's smile. She cautiously put her hands on the roof of the car and leaned toward Laura:

"Your car is fixed, your highness! I hope you enjoy it!"

This confirmation of Cindy led Laura to turn on the car. She turned it on, and when she heard a bass voice, her engine was overwhelmed with pleasure:

"Great, Cindy! Like always !!"

She turned her head towards her and blinked at her! Laura's blink made her laughed. Suddenly she stood up straight:

"A trivial thing, my lady!

She put her hand in her waist bag and took out a little packet of envelopes, pausing at Laura's side:

"This is what you wanted!"

Deliver Laura's delicate fingers from Cindy's hands. She slowly opened it and stared at her bank cards. She turned his head towards Cindy and smiled at her again:

"Good job Cindy! Let me know if there is a contest again! I need to rebuild my soul!"

Cindy's reaction was to laugh. She leaned back a little and then locked her hands on her chest and leaned to the side:

" There are always competitions! For example, tonight ... at two o'clock ... the mountain route!"

Laura's gaze was fixed on Regalia, that going away. She took a deep breath and then pointed to Cindy:

"Take your time free for sunset, we have to go and check the track"

Her two-colored gaze was fixed on the ground, touching her brother's pain with all her might! She took a deep breath and turned his head slightly toward the tomb, and the light of Noctis's armiger was even thicker than their father's light! What was expected of the chosen! She took a deep breath and took her baton from the stone wall of the tomb, put her hand on the iron door, opened it with pressure, and went inside. Her gaze was on the ground, and she was slowly walking toward the tomb of King Optimus, where her brother was standing:

"You are persecuting Dad when you call him a liar!"

Noctis was still staring at the ground. He felt that Laura did not understand him, he thought that he was more dependent on his father than his sister and that there was more love between them. At that moment ... he couldn't be kind to Laura, anger, and sadness were two feelings that Noctis had no ability to control, quite unlike Lara !!

"I don't think this not better for you than it was better for me !!"

Cor's gaze sat on Noctis with a week frown, unhappy with his behavior. That's why he frowned and looked at his dear Laura. Contrary to his Cor, Gladio came to the surface from this behavior of Noctis, he saw him as a child who has no supply to raise his nose! he didn't keep quiet so that Laura could answer for herself, and while his voice was full of anger, he hit Noctis whit his word:

" He wasn't only your father, Noctis, understand this!"

Noctis's voice was been loud with anger and trembled with hatred and tears:

"Because of this, his dear girl left him to die ??"

There was a heavy silence between each and everyone present. Noctis 'behavior was so difficult that no one could answer, although it wasn't just because of Noctis' harshness that it was to respect Laura. Everyone's eyes turned to Laura's pause to see her reaction. Pointing to Laura's hand, she went out of the tomb one by one, and she was left alone with Noctis. After a long period of silence, a grin settled on Laura's lips, well she could have united Noctis' pride with the soil at that moment !! She could hit him and tell him everything that came out of his mouth, she could tell Noctis and his mother to take his father's attention away from him, she could tell what pain she suffered in the court from Noctis and his mother! She could have emptied his knots, but ... it wasn't in Laura's presence! Laura wasn't weak enough to grab herself by grabbing others! Noctis loved her, even though she was not happy with her mother, she pressed her lips to suppress that hatred so that Noctis would not hurt her wound and break her tender heart, although Noctis didn't care about Laura and was fine with her feelings. Without even noticing the rest! Finally, she spoke in a calm tone:

"As he kept you away from Insomnia, he also wanted to keep me away!"

She walked slowly to the door, feeling the weight of Noctis' gaze:

"Don't think that he was your only father, Noctis .. I touched his pain even more than you ... I realized better than you that he collapsed."

Slowly, stood and turned to Noctis, her gaze tied to Noktis's tear-filled gaze, a kind smile that showed the bitterness of sorrow more than the sweetness of kindness:

"He took me away from Insomnia .. I realized, but I arrived when everything was over! If I stayed, I would die! However .. you are right! It would have been better for me to die. Not ready..!

Embarrassed and hidden in Laura's words, Noctis regretted what he had said. The boy was more emotional than a two- or three-year-old boy, but at that moment he didn't even dare to apologize to his sister! He never understood why Laura suddenly withdrew from the Crown Prince and took refuge in Kingsglaive academy! He never knew exactly why Laura dropped them. Nobody knew that! And that's why Noctis thought Laura didn't want them and her father's death didn't matter to her, but:

"Don't forget the point that I was born of dady. He raised me, he was both a father and a mother to me, unlike you, who had your mother for a few years! Dad, everything was mine and I lost everything. Your thoughts have no truth .. If you can't turn your back on me, I don't want you to see me as your enemy!"

She put his delicate hand on the door to take refuge in the sleeping music in her car, but her arm stopped as she was captured. She turned his head slowly towards Noctis and looked at her! The fact that Noctis lowered his head meant only one thing! He was ashamed of his sister's feelings. But before he could speak, Laura's embrace settled inside her. Laura couldn't bear to see Noctis 'grief. Laura was the second and last person to know Noctis' fate! She hugged her little brother and squeezed herself. Smell his soft hair and kiss his head, this kindness and gentleness of laura calmed Noctis. He was sure he could trust his sister because he regretted what he had said. He didn't know what he would do if he were there !!

"I just..."

"Shush kitty !! Don't think about it, go with your friends and complete your strength, we have a lot of work to do !! Don't forget that Dad is Healthy and fresh now! OK?

A faint smile settled on Noctis' lips as he let his sister's fingers wipe away his tears:

"Don't ruin a king with the word prophecy!"

Laura's reaction to Noctis was this: she punched him in the shoulder and laughed:

"A kitty always is a kitty! Eat your vegetables!"

And again, this was a good laugh. With his gaze, he chased Laura and was alone in the tomb. He took a deep breath and his hands clenched for a moment:

"Never!!"

After the departure of Regalia, Adamentuis finally started. Laura's gaze was still fixed on Regalia's empty place, and she smiled softly and walked away."Do you remember Cor? How much trouble we had in sitting in that car!"

Cor's gaze was fixed on the front, remembering the past, he just pressed his lips together and leaned his head against the back of the chair:

" I just remember that you stood in the trunk to go with your dad !!"

Laura's short laugh was a little loud and open again .. Silence! The squeezed the Car steering wheel in her hand and took a deep breath:

"Apparently, you are the only one who knows how dependent on my Dady!

"Me and cid ..! I guess."

Remembering Cid, it was still a smile that was the guest of Laura's lips, she tilted her head left and right and leaned back in her chair:

" young heart cid! No?

She laughed and cor watched without that laura understood it. Cor's gaze was still fixed on her face, no one was curious about his past, because no one cared about him, but Laura ... He was sure that all the time he left her and didn't want to see her, the worst things happened to her, like Mors's death. ! Cor was the one who knew what a heavy defeat that sudden death was for Laura, and after that ... the suicide of the former queen, means Laura's grandmother. He regretted that he had rejected Laura, he was ashamed of her, as he was still ashamed of his harsh behavior and manliness, he looked at forward, he tried to talk about his feelings once again, he felt ashamed and Sorry:

" Um ... I don't usually talk about these things, but ... I'm sorry!"

At that moment, the only thing that could be seen on Laura's face was a surprise! She turned his head toward Cor for a moment and looked at him, but as she had to watch out for the road, she takes her gaze on him again and stared at the road :

"For what?"

After a thoughtful pause, Cor's cold tone greeted Laura's curiosity:

" I shouldn't have just let you go! You saw me as your trusted friend ... In those circumstances, maybe I wasn't right!"

" I shouldn't let you alone Cor!

Cor's gaze once again focused on Laura to hear the rest of her words, and Laura didn't wait long for him:

"You weren't in a good mood, I shouldn't leave you alone!"

" The one who was released was not me, Laura, it was you!"

"It doesn't matter for me, man! I'm not sad! You wanted to be alone, too !!"

"Don't try to fool me laura!"

" That you left me alone all that time was nothing to hurt me ... did you notice? I had bigger problems. So much so that I never saw my grandfather's death!"

The faint, permanent frown becomes between Cor's. Slowly he leaned back and stared at Laura:

"I want to know what the problem was!"

Laura's deep breath reflected the faint wave that had crept into her being:

"I'm not used to talking about problems that no longer exist!"

"But you have to tell me about them !! However, you have to solve your problems that year !!"

Deep breath again, only Laura's calmness was captured. She kept the car on the side of the road and turned it off, turned completely to Cor, leaned one hand on the car seat, and stared into those eyes that she loved so much:

"Since when has the past of others become so important to you!"

Cor's strong, cool tone was nothing but pleasing to Laura:

"You are not in others, you are the only woman that I have always had in my life and I have and will have!"

Laura's gentle smile caused Cor frown to lose their strength and move away from a little:

"Stop laughing!"

Just one word was enough to break the barrier of Laura's lips and make her laugh! He clenched his fist tightly, hit Cor's arm, and then pulled herself back:

"You have made great progress! I didn't expect it at all! Does Cor know how to talk about this?"

There was nothing but shame in Cor's heart, they had been together for several years, not they want it to be officially, but they fell in love and were in a relationship. But without saying a word about his feelings, Laura, no matter how strong, was a girl anyway! And because she was strong, she didn't burn herself at the feet of someone who didn't feel it !! But at that moment, Cor's face became very empty of feeling, because he felt that Laura was bolded, while Cor's poker face made Laura laugh more. The resistance to self-restraint was useless, and he laughed alone:

"enough! Just tell me what your problem was !! Don't go under it!

"Do you really know my problem?"

"You can don't say it if you don't want!

Laura's laughter was nothing more than a smile, a smile that slowly settled in the corner of her mouth to let her know that Lara was insignificant in the past:

"It's a complicated execution!"

She took a deep breath and continued:

"The many problems of the daughter of the husband and stepmother, that's it!"

"Did she bother you? You were such a great girl!"

" she did a lot of things without looking at my position and age! Anyway, she's dead!"

The fact that the matter was closed secretly made Cor not insist on opening the case! Laura's suffering was not pleasant for her, so he didn't ask anything anymore, but the previous discussion that had taken place in the middle was also against Cor ... Laura didn't allow silence! Although she was not used to talking about her pain, he was Cor. She believed that Cor was the only reliable person she could talk to about her pain and she was sure that no one would understand them, sometimes it was very good to talk! Even the strongest might need to talk:

"When you imprisoned yourself in the academy and you didn't want to see me, I fell silent. I was no longer so passionate and motivated! As my father said, i have been an ashamed girl !!

She laughed softly and ran her finger over a brand that had settled on the car's roll!

" Aulea got married to my dad when I was 14 and 15 years old! Adolescence is a sensitive period for every person, girl, or boy! At that time, maybe I wasn't even strong, I was very emotional!

" I do not accept this! At that time, you were more strong than even me!"

"Right compared to others ... Well, I easily accepted how I was born and why my father is so young!While this can be painful for anyone! No, I had accepted myself, it was not a problem for me until ... Aulea been my father's life!

"Do you mean Queen Aulea?

To confirm Cor, Laura only raised and lowered her head once and leaned her head back against the leather seat of her car. She raised her hand a little and shook her wrist, and then continued:

"Every woman wants to have power! It was the same! In good looks and intimate, but in secret. The bite of her tongue was more painful than the bite of any snake! These problems are not obvious! Until she became pregnant noctis!!

She took a deep breath, stared at Cor, and continued with the same faint smile:

"Threat behind the threat. She was pulling dad towards her and she was staging it in such a way that it would take me out of my father's eyes! That person was of no value to me! I didn't count on her !! But when Dad believed her words ...

Cor's gaze was still staring at Laura, listening intently! He hears what is happening in the court, big and small. He had even heard from Clarus many times that Laura's behavior was weird, or even annoyed by the queen. But hearing these words from Laura's tongue showed that she wasn't too involved in a joke with the queen, and all this was to make Laura look inferior to the others! Laura's words continued in a colder tone, her gaze still fixed on an unknown point:

" I have slowly lost our supporters, and you know that if one of the royal families does not have a faction behind it ... its power will be reduced! Well, at that time, almost all the people who were my allies fell apart. Every day, the wounds of my tongue and words and the fact that I did not have the authority to be a crown Princess ...for this reason I travel alone you completed my power, even without Dario !! It was just to prove myself .. remember?"

Cor's gaze was still fixed on Laura, and his eyes shone with surprise. She remembered, but he didn't know she had traveled alone !! This was impossible for almost any monarchy:

"I just remember that you were lost for a while, so at that time ... it didn't matter much to me!"

" I wasn't lost .. I was traveling! I was 20 years old, so I managed to join 25 of the weapons of the kings in my armiger ... This trip is dangerous in itself, but it was not the only danger ..!

Laura's pause was long! Long and long! She turned the opposite side to Cor and slowly loosened the edge of her black shirt. She was sitting with her back was toward Cor! He raised her shirt to her shoulders and tilted her head slightly so that she could see Cor:

"This is the souvenir that the woman gave me! She sent many men to kill me !!"

Cor's look was on the wound that was still visible after even 19 years, the wound that had covered Lara's entire back. Her hand was clenched into a palm and her jaw was clenched:

"Why didn't you say anything!"

Laura's wound was hidden under her shirt again. She turned slowly and leaned back in her chair:

"Noctis had just been born .. I loved that little one in front of the hatred I had for his mother, I didn't want Noctis to grow up without matters kindness. That woman also had the right to want her son to be the Crown Prince!"

"That's why you gave the Crown Prince to Noctis?"

Laura's head moved slowly to the sides. She slowly put his hands on the steering wheel and squeezed it a little:

" When Noctis was born, I wanted to visit him! But when I got to his room, I heard Gentiana's voice. She was talking to my father. Noctis was the king of light, and I was his servant. How could I be the crown princess when he was the true king! I wanted to do this at the same time, but my father objected. He told me to wait until he was five years old.

Finally, Cor's blue eyes parted from Laura and he stared ahead, breath caught Slowly and he opened his fists:

"This is the real king's point, but you shouldn't have kept quiet that day! You should have said what the queen did! You were reprimanded by your father!

"My father had the worst suffering on his chest in those years! Telling the queen of what betrayals only made him even angrier ... It was enough for him to hear the fate of Noctis!"

"fate.. of... Noctis?"

" He is supposed to sacrifice his life for light !!

They both stared at each other. Cor's gaze was startled by the frown, and Laura could feel no emotion on her face!

"next, going to die ??"

" By my father! With my father's sword! But you don't have to talk to anyone about it, Got it?"

Cor shook head up and down. When he accepted something, there was no need to worry! After a short silence, the start-up sound of Adamantoise (herwas the only one that could be broke silence!

"Camp?"

"Camp!"

"Yes, sir immortal sir!

A half-smiling smile sat on Cor's lips:

"When you call me IMMORTAL, I hate my nickname!

A deep smile sat on Laura's lips:

"Immortal? Immortal! Immortal Immortal !!

And she laughed, the laughter that warmed Cor's heart, of course, secretly! A military man was not used to expressing his feelings!

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Comparing and Contrasting Blade II and Blade Runner

When I watch Blade II, I see a lot of the same ideas and plot twists from Blade Runner. I’ve spent way too much time watching both of these movies. They’re both favorites of mine. This is an essay comparing the two films. If you haven’t seen either, I recommend you quit reading and do so before continuing as I’m spoiling the heck out of these films’ plots.

First of all, Blade Runner is absolutely a classic and well-made movie - one of the top movies ever made. Meanwhile Blade II is simply not a classic (well maybe a cult classic). Blade II won’t be showing up on a top 100 movies list anytime soon. It’s just not going to happen. That’s not to speak unkindly of Blade II’s creators. Both writer David S. Goyer and director Guillermo del Toro do their best in playing to the strengths of the comic character (who has a fairly weak background to begin with) while utilizing Wesley Snipes as best they can. While Blade Runner (based on stories by famous writer Philip K. Dick) is a masterclass in both noir and science fiction, Blade II is more of an introduction into pulp fiction from yesteryear (one-part Kung Fu, one-part Film-Noir, and one-part Vampire/horror). That’s absolutely fine. And I think it’s fair to compare the films - just to explore how each dealt with similar plot points.

Even the lowest pulp-fiction story can have some really great ideas in it (riding on the shoulders of giants if you will). Blade II is (for myself personally) simply more entertaining than Blade Runner. Blade Runner can often feel heavy in its story-telling - offset by amazing visuals and intrigue. Meanwhile Blade II can feel light on its feet and is quite rewatchable (though sometimes in a so-bad-it’s-good way). I’d also like to point out that while both films are set in a futuristic noir world that seems to always be dark (I mean.. Vampires.. right?), there’s a lot of the American western that creeps in. We’ll get into that more with the protagonists though.

One utterly superficial thing to point out here at the beginning is the word “Blade” in both movie titles. Obviously this is a coincidence, but I thought I’d point it out. Blade is the name of the vampire slayer being famous for using blades while - in the other universe - a Blade Runner is a replicant running from death. I guess in both cases a “Blade” is symbolic of the death coming to supernatural creatures. I find it interesting that this similarity worked out so well.

The first element with Blade II worth pointing out (and sorry if I dwell on this too long) is the irony that it’s an ancient vampire (someone that doesn’t really have a lifespan) that creates a new breed of vampire that dies in a paltry 12 hours. This was supposedly an accident - as Eli Damaskinos (note the Biblical name) was trying to create a day-walker (supposedly Blade’s main advantage though he always seems to fight at night) to defeat the titular character since he defeated Deacon Frost in the last movie. The twist is that the vampires are converted from normal vampires with a bite of the single mutant progenitor (Damaskinos creation - who has a longer lifespan somehow). This is seemingly extremely limited compared with the replicants - who got 4 years to live. Of course - on the other hand - the vampires had their human years and whatever years they had had unlife before being cursed with the 12-hour-lifespan mutation.

The themes going on in these films here are nothing new. Both works really have a lot in similar with Frankenstein (maybe the common ancestor). Both involve a single male creator (the yin without the yang), trying to create artificial life using science (defying nature and God all the while). Both men have their creations (who are in constant pain or hunger) turn on them after abandoning them to find their own way in the universe. And even Mary Shelley was echoing elements of folklore (the golem for example) and Biblical themes (a parody or reversal of the Prodigal son). We’ve had many years of iterations on these themes to get to the time periods these films were made in. Original films can’t help but be products of the times they were created in. So as we wrestle with the concepts of genetically-modified life in science, these are bound to show up in science fiction.

Despite both films having single progenitors, there are differences in the two fatherly characters: the vampire Damaskinos and Dr. Eldon Tyrell. Damaskinos is basically a petty villain - completely selfish in his desire to have a son (merely as a weapon to defeat his enemies). I suppose there’s sort of a byline of benevolent shared protection of his people (though in reality he’s simply experimenting to be able to cure himself of the disadvantages of being a vampire). Also, remember that Damaskinos doesn’t really create anything himself. It’s human scientists that work for him that do the heavy-lifting (sort of implying that humans are the real monsters.. A theme set up with a human lawyer in the film). Though indeed Damaskinos does give his genetic material to the offspring - implying he takes personal interest.

Meanwhile, Dr Tyrell (who really is a genius creator - not just some corporate type that oversees things) thinks of himself as some sort of God (and to some extent he really is - though he is an aged man that has accepted his mortality). Tyrell is working out of the responsibility to lift up mankind - though the means are a slave race that he’s created. There are a lot of undercurrents of Prometheus - bringing fire to the human race - and also American slavery going on here. Tyrell thinks of his creations as his children (though it’s unclear if he’s given them any of his genes like with Damaskinos).

It’s at-first-glance hard to think of Dr Tyrell as being evil, while it’s very easy with the more-shady Damaskinos. Tyrell doesn’t really lie or present anything that isn’t true in his eyes. Meanwhile Damaskinos survives by lying and manipulating both his children and others. There’s sort of the question about the 4-year (due to the engineered Methuselah Syndrome) lifespan - about maybe Tyrell being afraid of his creations and petty in their creation. At a first glance, this limited lifespan is a safety precaution - to prevent the replicants from gaining the personality and empathy to pass the fictional Voight-Kampff test. And by the film’s lore, (to the corporation) this is justified - as there was a rebellion with previous models that had no such limit. It’s the Tyrell corporation that employs these creations as slaves (leading up the the rebellion).

It’s pointed out that a population of replicants are needed as mankind goes out to the stars - reminiscent of slaves and the exploration of the New World (America). So in the end, Tyrell wants to see humans lifted up on the backs of slaves while Damaskinos wants to see his people (vampires) fattened by humans that are literally turned into blood bags (mindless cattle). Both - in fact - are sort of villains (though maybe not in their own mind). It’s hard for me to understand Tyrell’s dualistic vision of creating children and then cursing those children with limited years while sending them out as a slave workforce. Yet he’s played off as an altruistic character in the films. I have a far easier time understanding Damaskinos’ motivations than Tyrell’s.

The second aspect of the film is involving the protagonist characters - Deckard and Blade for starters. Deckard (in a plot-twist that’s not completely accepted by the community) is supposedly a replicant himself while it’s canon that Blade is born a vampire. So both hunters hunt the very things they are. Both male characters are given female counterparts (the yang to their yin) to guide them - Rachael (a replicant) for Deckard, and Nyssa (a very snake-like name.. as a sort of Eve character) for Blade. Though Rachael (again with the Biblical undertones in the name) doesn’t really assist Deckard with tracking down the rogue replicants, Blade does get some help from Nyssa (though let’s face it.. she’s kind of a seductress turned honest - a common theme of the Western). Based on her looks in the film, I would have cast Rachael as a femme fetale. But in fact she’s a very shallow character and it’s not really clear that she does anything nefarious or helpful. Both Rachael and Nyssa are more of objectified goals for the protagonists - representing a love or a wholesome life they’ve never known (again the Western creeping in with turning nefarious women honest through a one-night stand).

This is in juxtaposition to all the destruction that both protagonists bring - both being essentially death-dealers (blades). In both cases, the other characters (and maybe the protagonists themselves) are somewhat appalled at the violence they’ve dealt on their journey. Both heroes have weapons that are given heavy emphasis visually - Blade’s sword and Deckard’s blaster. As they hunt their prey, there’s a lot of collateral damage done to the locations. These are sci-fi movies with a heavy focus on action and - as mentioned - sort of based on the Western to an extent. I will point out that while Blade is quite competent with weapons, Deckard sort of isn’t. Because the replicants are so strong (they’re enhanced humans after all), he’s always getting beat up before drawing or using his weapon. This always sort of made me question that he’s supposed to be a replicant himself.

This also raises another contrast. Blade has that Western-movie concept of always being aware of enemies approaching while in Blade Runner there’s not a lot of that going on (it’s more based on the detective genre where the hero is good at finding clues but bad at perceiving danger). So Deckard kind of bumbles his way through the plot. I suppose he’s really more of a successful detective (though Blade did figure out that he was being betrayed well in advance; sort of calling back to a Sherlock Holmes plot device). To be honest, I was never really sure how Deckard had his job in the first place - since he’s seemingly kind of not very good at it (outside of finding replicants). I mean in this huge futuristic world, I guess Deckard really is great in being able to find the next piece of the puzzle (though the clues are pretty obvious). In Blade II, the plot is kind of on autopilot most of the time. Blade is more of a warrior than a detective yet ironically better at understanding his circumstances.

The last aspect both films have in common that I’d like to go over are the antagonists. These are broken up into two categories: a main villain (Nomak and Roy) and side-villains (the Bloodpack and the other replicants). First the side-villains. Blade II has this very heavy-handed “the enemy of my enemy is my friend” theme (seriously.. they say this every five minutes). That’s who the Bloodpack are (that name is also quite ridiculous); they’re mercenary vampires that have temporarily sided with Blade in the effort to survive the plague of mutant vampires. This very much plays into the Western motif with the protagonist knowing when he’s about to get betrayed. Meanwhile, the replicants in Blade Runner are pretty straight-forward obstacles to overcome (each leading to another clue to help Deckard along). There’s not much else to say here except that these side-villains offer a lot of the action in both movies. I guess in Blade II, Reinhardt is more of an aware villain than the rest are because of how much he talks, but he’s of little consequence really.

So really it’s Nomak and Roy that are the main characters - abandoned artificial creations that want revenge on their creator (ala Frankenstein). Both are very strong and very resilient (sort of one-upping the protagonist physically). Both are also highly intelligent and both question their creators and find the answers lacking - leaving them angry over the unfair burden placed on them. And yet - in the end - both also go willingly into death at the end of their lifespan (sort of conceding their fate and letting the hero win). In this way, they go against the Frankenstein mold (he would end up living in spite of himself or intentions).

There’s not really much else to say about Nomak or Roy - since both show up late in the last quarter of their respective movie and kind of steal the show with an extended soliloquy. Maybe there’s more screen time and more character development for Nomak from some of the early fighting and horror scenes. But Roy also sort of makes Blade Runner great with his “tears in the rain” speech - so much that the mind makes you think he was there more than he actually was in the movie. So in a way (as a goofy twist), Roy is kind of the unicorn for Blade Runner’s viewers (making them think he was present in the plot more).

While both movies are obviously different from each other, I have to wonder how much of the similarities in both films are subconscious (or sort of a common ancestry in story-telling) and how much was actually conscious.

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Supernatural AU!Guardian Angel (Jooheon)

Rushing through the crowd, you had to stop at the red light for walkers before crossing the street

Your company building was just two blocks away, yet you’d be late for the third time this week

You knew your boss wouldn’t be happy about it and you also knew that extra hours were on your way

You’d probably had to stay until dawn next week to compensate for delaying the company’s schedule

“Oh, c’mon!” you tapped your foot on the sidewalk without removing your eyes from the red pedestrian traffic light, hoping it would turn green if you stared angrily enough at it

It finally did, and you took a step forward, ready to cross

But your lateral vision warned you of a car that wasn’t going to stop

You held yourself back on time, but someone else didn’t

The only thing you managed to do was grab their arm and pull them back as strongly as you could

The car honked when transgressing the signal at a ridiculous speed

“ASSHOLE!” you screamed and couldn’t stop shaking, thinking how that irresponsible driver could have killed you and the other person

You turned to see if they were alright and a guy dressed in a white shirt, with almost equally white hair, and a cute face was staring at you as if he had seen a ghost

Maybe it was the shock, he would have been hit if it wasn’t for your quick reflex to grab him

Speaking of which, your fingers were still tightly wrapped around his forearm and you apologized before letting go

“You’re…” he pointed at himself “You see me?”

“Hm, yeah” you replied trying to breath in a regular pace to slow down your increased heartbeat

“Really?! Oh, this isn’t good” he seemed worried and you didn’t understand

He looked up to the sky and pressed his lips together, showing two cute dimples on his cheeks

He was very good looking, but you didn’t have time to think about it

Now you’d be twice as late as before because the traffic light was red for walkers again

“I can’t believe this” you sighed and started thinking of a plausible excuse to give your boss

You could totally say that you were almost hit by a crazy driver, which wouldn’t be a lie

But almost being run over wouldn’t last more than a minute and you were almost forty minutes late

Fuck your life

“Hey, you should come with me” the guy by your side said and you looked at him like he was insane

“You gotta be kidding me, I’m late for work, I’m not going anywhere”

“I’m serious” he replied more sternly. “You can see me, something isn’t right” he was whispering while staring at your face.

“Who? I see no one here” you looked away and began to think that he was probably a maniac

You shouldn’t have saved him, now he was going to stalk you and murder you

Great! At least you’d have a decent excuse to be running late!

Your boss would totally understand it when he attended your funeral

Maybe dying wasn’t so bad after all

“You know what? Let’s go” you grabbed the guy’s wrist and walked among the crowd

“Wait, wait, we have to hide” he said in a hurry

“Sure, why not?! I’ll probably have to hide for the rest of my life, but who cares? Just let me go withdraw all my money in the bank and we can move to Buenos Aires and live there without anyone knowing” you replied the same way and entered a café

“Sit down” you said angrily and placed your bag by your side, sitting as well

“Don’t be mad” the guy said softly, and something inside you stirred as if calming down from a raging storm

“Don’t be mad?” you scoffed “Don’t be mad?! I hate my job, but I have zero qualifications to get a better one, my boss hate me, I hate him back, my coworkers are snakes, I have no social life, and lately I’ve been so upset with everything that I’m not sleeping at all. I’ve been running late for work this whole week and to top it all I almost got hit by a freaking lunatic behind a wheel, so don’t tell me to not be mad. I am mad and I have all the right to be mad”

The guy blinked a couple times before calling the waitress with his hand

“An Americano for me and two cranberry muffins with a chamomile tea, no sugar, for her, please” the waitress nodded and you stared at him in disbelief

How. Did. He. Know. Your. Order?

“You’ll be better after the tea, don’t worry” he said placing his hand on top of yours, but you broke the contact as soon as you felt it

He seemed quite disappointed, but you didn’t care

“Who the hell are you? How do you know what I would order?”

“I’m Jooheon. Because I know you”

“But I don’t know you. Have you been following me?” you grabbed your purse and was ready to flee if things got even more weird

“Yes” he replied so simply you had to hold your laughter

Running away to Buenos Aires now wasn’t such a bad idea

“Oh my God…” before you could do anything else, the waitress was back with the drinks and your muffins

“Enjoy your breakfast” she said smiling to the guy and you felt weird

“Eat, please” he said when you didn’t touch the muffins

“Why? You’re gonna lock me up and only feed me twice a week? Is this my last meal?” you were sniffing the muffins and it made your stomach groan. You hadn’t eaten since the night before and you were actually starving

“Just eat it” he took one and bit it. “Wow, they’re good. And I have no intention of locking you up”

“Then why have you been following me?”

“Because that’s my job”

“Who hired you? I have some money, I can pay you” he laughed

“I don’t work for money” there you go, now you’re either dying, being abused or both!

“Oh, God…”

“And that’s who ‘hired’ me” he did the quotation marks with his fingers

“What? Who?”

“God” he pointed upwards and smiled a bit

“Right… Now I’m not sure if I should report you to the police or to a madhouse!”

“You’re seeing me, so you’re the one who’s crazy, not me”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You ask who I am, who I work for, but you don’t ask what I do”

“You follow me, that’s what you do”

“Yeah, but why?”

“Cause you’re insane?” you replied raising your eyebrow and making a weird face

“Cause I’m your guardian angel, duh!” he mimicked you

“You’re my what now?!”

“Shhhh” he placed his hand on your mouth and you licked his palm

“Ewww, disgusting” he rubbed his palm on his jeans

“Don’t put your hand on my mouth again or I’ll bite you! And don’t you dare follow me” you got up and left the café

This was all too much for you to handle, you shouldn’t have left your bed today

The best thing to do was go back to your apartment and wait for this terrible day to end, and maybe start looking for another job cause you’re certainly fired!

The ride back to your place was quicker than you thought, and soon you were home removing your shoes

After placing your bag on the side of the door, you threw yourself on the couch and closed your eyes trying to cope with life

“Are you better now?”

WHAT THE FUCK

You screamed your lungs out and the guy, Jooheon, your guardian angel or a maniac - you still didn't know which - place his hands over your mouth to shut you up

Well, you bit his palm as hard as you could until you tasted blood

It was his turn to scream

“You bit me!”

“I told you not to put your hand on my mouth!”

“You were screaming!”

“Yeah, cause you're inside my house, you maniac!”

“I've always been here, you crazy!”

“I'm calling the police” you said in an underbreath and reached for your bag, but he grabbed you midway, holding both of your arms

“Let me go”

“No” he said calmly

“I'll bite you again” you threatened

“Do it” he provoked

You turned your head to try to bite his fingers, but you stopped

“I bit you” you looked at him

“Really? I felt nothing this time” he was confused

“No, before.. I bit your palm until it bled, but I don't see blood”

“Ah, I healed” his answer made you furrow your eyebrows, so he decided to show you

“See? I'm better now, but not thanks to you” he was almost pouting when showing his palm

Not quite believing your eyes, you took his hand into yours and gently rubbed your fingertips on his palm where you thought the mark was

You didn't notice, thankfully, but Jooheon was blushing a little with your touches

“How?” you were trying to understand

“I'm an angel, this body can't be hurt”

“Are you serious? Are you an angel?”

“Yes, I’m your guardian angel” he replied “And we’re probably in trouble because you can see me”

“How long has it been?”

“Well, since this morning, I think.. Or have you seen me before?”

“No, I mean your job. How long have you been my guardian angel?”

“Hm, since you were born”

Holy shit! He’s been following you and taking care of you in silence and anonymously for your entire life! How?!

How can guardian angel be real? You always thought it was something religious people believed in, but you’ve never been one of them, to be honest.

“Have I done something wrong?”

“What?” Jooheon was confused

“I must have done something wrong, that’s why I’m seeing you”

“Oh” he let out a sigh and invited you to sit on the couch by his side. “You see, I was the one doing something wrong”

“But you’re an angel”

“It doesn’t mean I’m perfect, I’ve failed my duties”

“I don’t think so”

“Really?” he looked funny at you. “You said it yourself: you have a job and a boss that you hate, your coworkers are snakes, you have no social life, and you’ve been so upset with everything that you’re not sleeping at all and have been running late for work. This is the third time you’re late and it’s still Thursday. And this morning you’d be hit by a car if it wasn’t for your fast reflexes. It was my job to hold you back, but you were the one doing it with me. I’ve put your life in danger and that’s the worst that could happen to a guardian angel. I’ve failed my job and I’m gonna pay for it”

“Are you going to be punished?” you asked concerned

“In a sense, yes”

“But I thought God was… benevolent?” you chose the best word you could, you didn’t want to cause any more trouble.

“Oh, He is. I’m not being physically punished, if that’s what you’re thinking”

“Don’t I get to say something about your job? I mean, you were taking care of me quite well so far, you’ve done a nice job because, honestly, I’m not the easiest person to watch over”

“There’s no mistakes in being a guardian, you either do it well or you don’t. And lately I haven’t been watching out for you the way I’m supposed to”

“Oh, c’mon! You just had a bad week, that’s all, no need to punish you for that!”

“There’s no use in arguing now, you can see me already”

“And that’s bad because…?”

“Because they are already breaking our bond” you knew Jooheon was devastated, even though he tried to force a small smile

“I’m sorry” that’s all you could say to him. You had no idea how to cheer up a guardian angel.

“What’s happening now?” you asked after a few minutes sitting in silence by his side.

You remembered that all those times when you were lonely at night and felt a sudden comfort inside your heart was because of his constant presence around you

Jooheon took care of you in silence for all those years and you were extremely grateful for it.

He did an excellent job, in your humble opinion, and you couldn’t even think where you’d be now if it wasn’t for him

“Now we part ways” Jooheon said

“But what if I don’t want to? I mean, I can tell them to keep you with me, right?”

“Like I said, they’re already breaking our bond and no, you can’t ‘keep me’ because you won’t even remember me” he used his fingers to do the quotation marks

“What?!” you almost screamed

“They’re gonna erase me from your memories”

“No, no, I’m not gonna let them mess with my head. they can’t do something I don’t want to, I have free will!”

“I’m sorry, but this means nothing in this particular case. You get assigned a new guardian, I get assigned a newborn soul and that’s it” he shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t get it, I really don’t” you shook your head in disapproval. “How come we’re getting punished by something so trivial like a bad week? Has anyone in this world with a guardian angel never had a bad week? Please!” you scoffed.

“You had this bad week because I broke the most important rule” Jooheon’s eyes caught yours in a loving, almost tender, look. “I fell for you, and my feelings got in the way of my duties” he sighed. “ I was spending most of my time just watching you, noticing your every move, seeing how your expressions changed when something bothered you, how you would feel so happy binge watching tv shows on weekends, how you always helped people whenever you could, how you smiled when I touched you in your sleep… I just… I lost myself in you and forgot about why I’m here”

Thick tears were making their way to your lips and you let out a muffled pained scream, clutching your heart as if it was being ripped apart inside your chest

Jooheon suddenly sat up right and you knew something was wrong

“You’re only making things worse, Jooheon” you heard a deep, but kind, soothing voice and looked up, but saw nothing

“She’s gonna forget it anyways, I might as well get this out of my chest”

“Who’ this?” you asked looking to a specific point near your TV because that’s where the voice came from

“I’m Raphael, child, I came for your guardian angel”

“You came too early” Jooheon’s face showed you everything he felt at the moment and his most prominent feeling was disappointment

“This needs to be solved quickly” Raphael spoke clearly beside you, although you still couldn’t see him

“Is there any way for him to remain being my guardian angel? I don’t wanna lose Jooheon” you said through your tears

“I apologize, child, but your request is impossible”

“It wasn’t his fault, you know? These things happen all the time”

“Not for us” Jooheon said quietly. “I’m the third angel to ever fall in all human history”

“And this is why we should get this over with, the sooner the better” Raphael said

“Yes, chief” Jooheon stood up and straightened his clothes. “Can I have a moment to say goodbye?’

“Don’t take too long” Raphael’s strong presence left and you could breathe a little bit better

“I…” you didn’t let Jooheon finish his sentence, you were already clutching his body like your life depended on it, and he held you the same way

He was warm, and nice, and everything you needed at the moment

Your tears were wetting his white shirt, but you couldn’t hold yourself from letting them flow

“It’s going to be okay, darling, don’t worry, this will all be over soon for you” Jooheon’s whisper tickled your ear.

“But not for you”

“I can’t get hurt”

“I’m not talking about your body, Jooheon. I can see in your eyes the pain and burden you’ll have to carry and I’m sorry”

“Don’t be. My heart will suffer, for sure, but I’ll be at peace knowing that you'll be fine”

“I won’t. Not with you by my side”

“You won’t even miss me” he joked

“I may not miss you consciously, but my heart always will. I could feel you, Jooheon. All those nights I could feel your touch on my dreams, but I never knew what it was until now. Why do we have to be apart?”

“If you can feel me in your heart then we’ll always be together”

Your heart’s broken pieces somehow gathered again under his soothing touch on your back

You wish you could stay longer in his arms

“Isn’t there a way for me to see you again?” you mumbled against his chest

“Yeah, but it’s illegal”

“Well, we’re already breaking the law anyways” your reply made him laugh

“Hold on, this is gonna get serious and we won’t have much time” Jooheon let go of you and made you step back. He closed his eyes and turned his palms upwards.

You had no idea what he was going to do until you felt a soft breeze on your face and suddenly huge wings were hanging from Jooheon’s back

They were HUGE! Nothing like you’ve ever seen portrayed in paintings of angels

Yes, they were white - the whitest white -, and seemed quite soft, but each feather also had a golden tip, as if they were dipped in the most precious and rare kind of gold that only exists in Heaven, probably

He was emanating a tremendous energy, almost lighting up like a fluorescent light, and you were even more attracted to his natural glow

“You’re gorgeous” you felt your tears running down your cheeks again, he was such a divine sight, you didn’t know how to react standing in front of such pure being like him

“You’re even more” Jooheon spoke quietly and you snorted unintentionally.

You watched attentively his fingers moving to caress a small feather near his left arm and pluck it

His face contorted a bit in pain, and you felt guilty

“Keep this hidden in somewhere safe. If you ever need me again you can use this to summon me. But it only works once, so use it wisely” Jooheon placed the small feather inside your right hand and closed your fingers

You shivered from head to toe as soon as it touched your skin, it was powerful and you knew that humans weren’t supposed to go near anything that like that

But you didn’t care, you wanted him with you by your side and would keep a fragment of his holy being with you until it was the right time to use it

“You should hide it now” Jooheon warned, and you went to your bedroom, opening your wardrobe and pulling out a wooden box that once belonged to your grandma.

You kept objects that brought good memories inside that box, like your childhood stuffed toy, the wrapping paper of the first Swiss chocolate you ate, some old family photos, and now Jooheon’s sacred feather.

Closing the box and putting it back made you think about all those memories that box held and how many of them were because of Jooheon’s presence in your life

You went back to your living room and his wings were gone

You hugged again, enjoying the last moments you still had, and you thanked him for being with you for so long, assuring him he did an amazing job

“If I hadn’t fallen, I could’ve stayed with you until the end”

“But then I’d never get to know you” you held his face in your hands and tried to memorize his features

He was truly a gorgeous being with cute lips and fiercy brown eyes that sent waves of pleasure through your body

You’ve always knew you weren’t actually alone, but never thought you had someone like him by your side all the time

“It’s time”

Raphael’s presence was so overwhelming this time you were glad you couldn’t see him

Jooheon kissed your forehead, smiling at you before moving to stand behind the couch, probably by Raphael’s side

“So it’s going to be her, huh?” Jooheon asked looking at your right, making you step away from whatever was there

“Yes, is there a problem?” you didn’t like Raphael’s tone

“Not at all, chief”

“Good. Let’s continue. Child, I need you to repeat after me: Angel of God, my guardian dear to whom God’s love commits me here…”

You repeated his words

“From this day be at my side to light, to guard, to rule and guide…”

As you were repeating, Jooheon’s face was getting gloomier

“Amen”

“Now you have a new guardian” Raphael said and you felt yourself crying again. “Jooheon, you know what to do”

“Yes” he looked at you one last time before closing his eyes and turning his palms upwards, setting his wings free again.

You had a weird taste on your tongue and felt like throwing up at any minute because of so much distress

Jooheon’s beautiful voice caught your attention

“My Father gave in charge to me this child of Earth from its birth to serve and save…

As he chanted, his body glowed even more than before, becoming unbearable to look at, making you close your eyes tightly

“... to rear and train by sorrow and pain in the narrow way…”

You were dizzy as if you were spinning non-stop for minutes, you were nauseous and also sweating a bit

“...and saved is she from Earth to Heaven”

Your body hit the ground full force, you couldn’t gather enough strength to get up, and your new memories were slowly fading away

You fought to keep them inside your head, you tried to hold onto his name, his face, his eyes, his lips, his overpowering presence, his hugs, his voice, but it was all in vain in the end.

The only thing you had left was a terrible headache and an emptiness inside your heart you knew deep down that couldn’t be cured by Earthly means.

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lisinfleur · 6 years

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Long live the King - Part II

Author’s Notes | Well, someone else needed a better end in this situation. And someone else deserved to be stabbed in the heart. Universe | Vikings Pairing | Aethelred x Reader Info | Vikings AU, Based on episode 16 of Vikings Season 5B Words | 2354 ⁑ Warnings: Major character’s death, mentions of blood and violence.

Since you saved his life, prince Aethelred turned you into his personal servant. Nothing was made to your prince without passing through your fingers.

It was good because you were always near him, but it also placed you near his wife.

His despicable wife...

How many times you saw her gathering herbs for teas to make her womb more fertile...

"I must give him a son, a boy, soon! As soon as I can so he won't be able to deny me my crown when the time comes!"

How many times you heard them into their marital room and went to yours, to pray God not to give her the baby she wanted so badly.

She wasn't a good wife. All she wanted was poison his mind against King Alfred and for countless times you saw him sighing, annoyed or confused about his feelings towards his own brother because of her poisonous words.

But he seemed to have some feelings for her. He was different since he got married as if something has changed since he had a woman completely dedicated to giving him attention.

Maybe that's why you were mute about all the things you heard from her when he wasn't around.

"If Alfred dies, then my husband becomes King of Wessex and Elsewith will be obligated to stand while I sit at the throne by his side! I hope he dies soon".

Aethelred loved his brother.

Despite all the rivalry Queen Judith had created between them, Prince Aethelred was loyal to his brother as his king and was working to make him stronger, even assuming the kingdom under his will when King Alfred was taken by his sickness.

You could bet he would be pissed off if he could hear Aethelflaed talking. However, you gave up on warning her about it when you received a harsh answer in return to your polite advice.

"Who are you to tell me what to say? Get back to your place, servant! You're here for nothing but brush my hair, serve my will and maybe please my husband when my bleeding period prevents me to do so! Now, why don't you go see if my husband finished those stupid papers of his, uh? Shoo..."

In all those years serving the royal family, you were never so mistreated! And those weren't stupid papers! That despicable woman knew nothing about the life of a prince or royalty but the luxuries she thought she would have while Prince Aethelred was so compenetrate, dedicated to organizing the public archives of the kingdom to avoid any mistakes that could compromise the King.

That night you remember you prayed God not only for her not to get the baby she wanted but also for him to open his eyes and see the snake he had beside him.

Like his mother, she was treacherous and unreliable, and you prayed the Lord to show him the truth about her before it was too late for him.

The last thing you imagined was the Lord would use you in his favor one more time.

You were in his office this time, searching for his signet ring Aethelred said he lost and asked you to find for him. In a lower voice, you were praying God to soothe the sadness in your heart: this morning you heard Aethelflaed talking with her servants her period was late. Her words hitting your head like a hammer you were asking your Lord to make stop in your thoughts.

"Finally! The time has come for me to have my crown!"

She wasn't happy about having his child. Somehow, she thought to be pregnant from Aethelred would make her ascend to the throne she wanted so much more than your prince's heart.

You sighed. You just couldn't understand the head of that woman. But in your sigh, you lowered yourself near his table and the signet ring shone on the rug under it, near the feet of the table.

You smiled, picking it up and taking it to the gardens where you knew your Prince and King Alfred would be having some time together. He would be happy to have his ring back and this idea made you rush your steps to find him quickly.

However, before you could reach your prince and your King, a scene unfolded in front of your eyes causing you to let your Prince's ring fall back to the ground: Aethelred and King Alfred were sitting at the little wall of the garden, talking peacefully, unwarned of a treacherous Aethelflaed that came from behind your king, taking a dagger from inside the folds of her dress.

Her words finally made sense in your head: she had the son of your prince. She would be legitimated his wife. If King Alfred was dead, then, Aethelred would be king and she would use his son in her belly as a way to his forgiveness...

A way to become the queen by his side, convincing him she made what she was doing for love.

Your heart skipped a beat one more time and once again, you acted without thinking twice: you advanced, running towards your king, throwing your body against his weakened body, pushing him easily to the ground, weakened as he was by his sickness of the last days. Aethelred got up right in the moment Aethelflaed finished the strike she was preparing for Alfred's nape.

But her dagger sunk in your shoulder, near your neck, crossing your shoulder from your back to come out tearing the skin near your collarbone, staining your dress in blood and taking a loud cry of pain from your mouth.

King Alfred turned his body on the ground to look at you with wide eyes when your body fell near him, shaking. Your hands not able to touch the wound due to the blade still lying in your flesh.

Aethelred didn't even think: you heard his growl of anger and there wasn't time to warn him about her suspicious: he held her with one hand and crossed his recently unsheathed sword through her stomach, silencing her treacherous voice.

In seconds, he let go of her body that fell to the ground, lifeless.

Instead of mourning her or going for his brother, your prince kneeled by your side, holding your torso in his arms.

His eyes went to King Alfred and as if they had exchanged a silent message, the king started screaming for a healer, going after someone to help you, leaving you and Aethelred behind.

"One more time, you risk your life to show me the truth," he said, holding the dagger's cable behind your back. "How far goes your love for me, Y/N?"

His words shocked you for a second.

Did he know?

Was it that obvious?

You felt his body closer and his hug a little tighter and without second words, he laid his lips on yours, surprising you with a tight kiss, intense, spreading his spiced taste through your mouth.

How many times did you dream about that moment?

Unlike your dreams, a sharp pain broke the kiss when your lips parted from his in a second cry of pain: Aethelred kissed you as a distraction to pull the dagger out of your body.

You felt his fingers touching your sweaty face, taking the strands of hair away from your forehead. His eyes were deeply dived on yours, safe, intense, firm, giving you some security to calm your strong cry into sobs against his arms.

"You'll be fine. And I promise you: great will be the reward of your loyalty".

King Alfred returned with some men and you felt your Prince lifting you up to his arms. He took you to a room where the healers made all the necessary for healing your wound, under his orders to treat you as if you were himself.

Aethelred didn't leave your side for a single second; and in the following days after what happened, you woke up and went to sleep with your Prince checking on your healthy and granting your recuperation.

With some few weeks, the wound became nothing but a sharp pain under your dress and you were recovered again. As soon as you felt good enough, you started organizing the room your Prince so gently had borrowed to your recuperation, cleaning all traces of your presence to leave it properly organized to a new guest.

However, Aethelred's hands stopped yours when he came into the room and you saw a smile in your Prince's face. A satisfied smile...

"It is good to see you're fully recovered," he said, straightening the strands of your hair in touches you never had from him.

Your face blushed.

"Thank you for the hospitality, my Prince, but I have already abused too much of your benevolence, I..."

"Shh," he cut you, placing his fingers over your mouth softly "It was a good moment to find you recovered. I want you to leave it behind and come with me."

Curious about what could be the will of your prince, you did as he said, following him surprised on noticing he was taking you to the Hall of the Throne.

By the voices you could hear, the noblemen were reunited with the king, probably discussing the next steps of his kingdom. But King Alfred stopped when he saw his brother and Prince Aethelred nodded to him causing your king to smile at you.

"Stay here," Aethelred said, leaving you in the entrance of the hall and taking his staff to hit it against the ground and silence the nobles for King Alfred could be able to talk.

"My brother has some announcements for you, my fellows," he said, giving Aethelred the word and so you saw your prince going forward to talk to those men.

"I feared my brother's deal with the Viking sons of Ragnar Lothbrok. However, it was from Christian hands that the real danger to my brother and our King's life: all of you know my ex-wife Aethelflaed - may our Lord judge her actions - attempted against our King's life. By the grace of our Lord, I was there at the moment to see one of our most loyal servants throwing her own body against my brother's, using her own flesh as a shield to protect her King from the claws of death."

Aethelred extended his hand towards you and you could barely move.

How could you, a simple servant, stand in front of all those noblemen? How could you stand beside your Prince? Your King!?

Nevertheless, you saw the tenderness in your Prince's eyes when he moved his hand, calling you once again. And humbly, you walked forward, accepting his hand with yours, cold and shaking.

Your head was lowered, your eyes didn't dare to look at any of those men, but they were all looking at you. You could feel it.

"This woman will carry in her body until the end of her life the scar of the act of bravery in which she risked her own life to save her king. A demonstration of pure loyalty from someone who served this castle since I was a boy. As a prince, I shall get married; produce heirs to my family and lineage. I shall know how to properly chose a wife and I failed this responsibility when I brought into this castle someone from whom I didn't know the heart or true intentions. Our Lord works in mysterious ways, but sometimes He decides to show us the path of his plans in our life. This woman..." He said, holding your hand, looking at you with a smile "This noble servant of my house stood beside me my entire life. She knows this house as nobody else knows. She's loyal, noble and her heart is pure. She's disposed to any sacrifices for her King and Prince's lives. I see no better way to understand the designs of our Lord".

You were confused by his words, but everything became clear when he looked back to the noblemen reunited in front of the Throne, under the benevolent eyes of a smiling King Alfred, who seemed very pleased by the words that stopped your heart into your chest.

"With all the words said, I tell you, my fellows in Christ, that I shall make this woman my new wife as the will of our God and under his grace. She shall stand beside me and give me the children Aethelflaed's womb denied me with good reason. Thus, I officially announce my marriage with Y/N, soon to be prepared to the honor of our Lord".

His bride.

Aethelred of Wessex and Mercia was taking you as his bride. His soon to be wife.

Few voices rose against the proposed, all of the noblemen agreeing you should be a good choice due to your actions and your loyalty to the crown.

"A good and submissive wife"

"She's worthy"

"I know her father, her family serves the crown since King Ecbert."

The voices started to rise, but you weren't really listening.

Your eyes were in his, surprised.

And he softly touched your face with a smile.

"You're a gift from our Lord to me. And I won't let it pass once again," he said, before kissing your forehead respectfully.

You felt your heart start beating again, telling you it wasn't a dream or a delirium.

You would become Princess of Wessex and Mercia, by his side. One day, who knows, queen alongside him.

But none of these reasons justified the tears of joy in your eyes.

Nothing was more important than his hand, softly interlocking his fingers to yours, caressing your hand with his thumb and a smile on his face.

Nothing was more important than that: You would be his.

His wife, his lover, his love... His.

You would remember to pray God every day to thank for his blessing in your life and even then, you were sure, all the days of your life wouldn't be enough to thank for this.

Your precious prince would be yours and it was priceless.

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ultimavolatusrpg · 5 years

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ACCEPTED // LUCUS TERRAN

35 years old, 76th Hunger Games, FC: Manny Montana

Perspicacious, Enigmatic, Genuine, Honest and Dauntless

tw: violence, death ( parent death and in general ), murder, birds, blood

THE ARENA

The 76th Hunger Games were an incredibly ambitious and horribly complex design by a game maker with an overly active imagination. Six floating mountains with no solid ground beneath giants of rock covered in dense greenery, mysterious overgrown ruins and waterfalls that fell off these floating behemoths into nothingness. Each of the six mountains were split into two different zones (reflecting each district) with special surprises in each of those zones.

As the game makers would have it these larges floating mountains were a straight drop below the floating island the Cornucopia rested upon which itself was a seemingly steep dive from the supports each tribute would stand upon. A treacherous dive to reach gear, weapons and other such supplies. The dive to the Cornucopia would surely kill some of them, those that missed it entirely causing them to fall beneath the cloud cover to be immediately surprised by encountering massive floating mountains below. At first the design would seem to guarantee the games would last for months but to ensure maximum shock value each surface a tribute landed upon had a timer. Once that timer expired the mountain or island would either crumble beneath their feet or release something even worse. Carnivorous birds, swarms of tracker jackers, crazed mutt-monkeys, snake, rats, pests, ruins designed to drive a tribute made the further they delved into the. Additionally – escaping the mountains for another you encounters powerful gusts of wind, storms, and the underside of each mountain with jagged rock faces and walls of water. Nothing short of magical to wow the crowds of the Capitol who demanded something different. It was a floating, paradisiac hell - a wondrous optical illusion convincing the tributes there was no border and no defined ‘earth’ only land too dangerous at times to stand on and skies to terrible to get caught flying in or too far away from when wind would only shoot you back.

In light of their grand idea – each tribute was outfit with a wingsuit, two clicks of a fist against their chest would cause wings to open and enable the ability to fly. A few more clicks would enable them to increase or decrees in altitude but wings would start to falter and fail if a tribute went too high and once a wingsuit was broken there was no replacing it ( unless you pulled one off a dead tribute before they were taken away. They were engineered with the idea to make tributes move like birds of prey, give them the feel like they were and some skill would be required to actually do anything but fall to their deaths ( because of course there was secretly a bottom ).

One final secret on how they were able to maintain the illusion of bottomlessness was something akin to a vertical wind tunnel, islands that did actually rise and a few other trade secrets to pull off the trick. Needless to say it was enormously expensive but it was an arena that assured no true advantage to anyone but maximum entertainment value. Enduring of all that and nearly dying several times not counting the times something tried to eat him and certainly paying for it in blood – not a single soul alive doubts he more than earned his status as victor.

BIOGRAPHY

There is a strange sensation that occurs above the thousands of trees, past the trouble and branches of the world below and beyond where birds nest and peacekeepers go. Some fools would say just a little farther if given wings to fly you could touch heaven and see as far as the eye could see. It was dangerous to go so far up, especially if you were to get caught not that you could go anywhere but down. That sensation though drove tingles up your spine as lungs fill with fresh air and you imagine what freedom is like. You dream up there. A young boy remembers that feeling as he holds his younger brother’s hand knowing he’s frightened as they lead the children into the square. Then again what wasn’t there to be frightened about your first reaping? Lucus could smell the fear dripping off his little brother in rivulets of sweat, hearing his mother’s dying words like a whisper on the wind. ‘Protect him always. He may be brawnier but you’re smart and your roots go deep. Use your brain, not always your firsts and you stay alive for me sapling. Be strong, for both of you one day. Never let them separate you for two branches are harder to break then one’. For a second Lucus believes she’s there with him – watching over her boys from the heavens above where only birds dare to fly. For a moment he realizes the promise he’ll have to break to honor her wishes. If they call Rowan’s name who else will scream I volunteer as tribute but his elder brother? Who else will fight for the orphan if not Lucus? Who else would sacrifice themselves so Rowan can see the space above the trees and dream?

Before we get too much ahead of ourselves, to the games and beyond even the moments that will shortly play out before the two sons of Willow and Arborius Terran things must be clarified. After all there is a story hidden within a story and a background needed to be put properly into place to understand the future. For the brothers Terran – the world they would be born to was one no child deserved to be thrust. For monsters ruled paradise and angels were left defenseless when husbands were cut down liked trees in a world unable to forget. District Seven was a beautiful place and those great many laboring loggers that lived there who were brave enough to boast dared to call it the most beautiful off all twelve. At least it was certainly the greenest, maybe sickeningly so with trees as far as the eye could see and no shortage of leaves. One only wishes they could report before the reaping of the 76th games that boys were given an opportunity to be boys. Sadly, one must report to the contrary.

For a time yes there was happiness. Cradling a small babe to his chest, carefully concealing the child as the gifted lumberjack climbed, Arborius would bring a young Lucus up into the trees. As he got bigger and Willow was heavily pregnant with Rowan, Arborius would tell grand tales, spout poetry or teach his eldest son to see beyond to the edge of the world, past the horizon and to dream. They were alright and had Arborius lived to see his second son reach his third year could anyone say Lucus would be the same creature he is today? Officially, Arborius’ death was called a tragic accident made by a young woodsman who made a critical mistake. Rumors however err towards the idea a jealous peacekeeper coveted his wife and wanted the man out of the way. They would be surprised that Willow never married again nor did she open her bed to any other occupant peacekeeper or not. She instead took up the mantel as provider and eventually was aided by her young but eldest son when he came of age strong enough to wield an axe. Then working tirelessly got to her and she became sick dying three years after that. She waited to give her message to Lucus before her body gave out and they were taken in by the state.

Quickly little boys learned to fight, scrappy little spitfires that they were. Very few times did one of them go to bed without raw knuckles or a broken something triumphant or not. Lucus, being the oldest though took the vow made to his mother to heart. He protected that boy though and little Rowan always had his back. They weren’t meant to be raised like this or even taught to kill but that was life and it was to be accepted. Even then when it could be believed they would be as dumb as a box of rocks – Lucus was incredibly sharp and did his job well after all one had to be reasonably skilled to be the high climber. When not working to exhaustion be buried himself in books or in the tree tops humming to birds and challenging Rowan to climb before the caught them and made them go back to the home or worse whipped them for breaking curfew. Even during what had been the worst of times, when children weren’t allowed to be children, he still chipped out time to dream and feed the ideas few others harbored.

Letting go now of Rowan’s hand reluctantly, Lucus whispered not to worry. They’ll be back chopping logs and splitting wood in no time and he can teach him about girls too. If there was a higher power out there certainly they’d have mercy just once on the brothers Terran. Even now as a much older man Lucus remembers the sound of his name reverberating through his skull not fully registering until the butt of a baton prodded his backside shoving him forward. It wasn’t Rowan they called as Lucus feared but him. Just as it finally hit him was he taken back to the place of dreaming in his head to watch it’s figurative destruction. How could their ever be freedom in a world that was willing to watch children kill each other for sport? How could the ‘benevolent’ capitolites be so blind or willing to sit idly by?

Gods above and below – Lucus vividly remembers every moment of his arrival, training and games. He chooses to remember because the Capitol would try to dress it in glamorous fashion even call his games one of the most exciting to watch in years. He remembers because it was not a glorious triumph, it was not an honor it was horrible. He remembers because if he has anything to say about it - it reminds him never to underestimate a foe and that he is bigger than his demons and they should be afraid of what they made him. You would have to be well not even Rowan to know any of that. Arriving in the arena was a surreal experience. To be surrounded by your stylist team one moment, stepping into a tube the next to come up standing on one of twenty-four pieces of floating rock with no other discernable landmass but the Cornucopia below the next. That in itself was a total mind fuck for plenty of people curious if this were some sort of joke wanting them to fight in mid-air. Two tributes at the sounding of the start failed to remember the instructions given to open their suits and completely missed the small island the Cornucopia was situated on with two very loud canons. Other tributes didn’t stick landings and rolled ankles and smack the side of things not much time was given for them to run towards what all would assume would be a bloodbath. Yet as Lucus and one of the Careers rocketed towards the center the ground began to give way. Barely able to snatch his choice of weapon and a survival backpack the world came apart from underneath them. If your hand wasn’t on something as the Cornucopia lifted up past a point where wing suits would go and the island crumbled you were grappling midair to take something before splitting through cloud cover to an unknown.

Grabbing the girl from 7 as her suit failed her trying to rise for the lifting Cornucopia when they pierced the clouds they nearly wiped out on the side of a mountain, crash landing on one of the six watching as two – three more collided head on with mountains floating in midair, or hitting a wall of water to flick into the underside of one of these behemoths. Five were gone and as the remaining tributes collected themselves, formed plans of attack and schemed Lucus actually learned her name. Aspen – the other tribute from 7. Not that he noticed her before or paid attention during all the work beforehand but after nearly dying now holding a completely rattled fourteen year-old he thought she was pretty. That was the other reason he so vividly remembers. He also remembers kissing her between massive carnivorous birds trying to eat them and attempting to fly through a storm the third day to escape mutt-monkeys. Little did they know they’d landed on another mountain teaming with even more dangerous things – careers. That was a bloodbath and that was when Lucus watched Aspen die. He barely escaped with a failing suit himself doing a nose dive tangled up with one of the tributes from 2. All of Panem held its breath as they smacked into a dense forest as one of the mountains shifted. Getting free Lucus went into a dead sprint towards a ruined structure before them with the career giving hot pursuit. The next thing one heard other than the voices Lucus wasn’t sure if they were in his head or not was the sound of canon fire and Lucus dragging a body. Peeling a wing-suit off a dead man - he looked across to another floating giant as it crumbled watching other assorted mutations take a few more tributes with them as the mountain died. Four more days with increasingly worse conditions to survive through including a series of natural disasters and other creepy crawly things that tried to eat him the final horn was sounded. Lucus killed the last tribute who was barely older than Rowan having done things he never imagined he’d do just to stay alive.

Lauded as a great hero, paying for his victory laurel in no shortage of blood and death, Lucus was changed. He had in a roundabout way kept his promise to protect Rowan but at what cost to him? Just as his mouth was about to open, his own mentor placed a hand on his shoulder and told him ‘Don’t bite the hand that feeds you son. You lived, your brother is safe but if you learned anything from what you just survived they could just as easily put down a dog. Don’t give them the satisfaction.’ So.. Lucus didn’t. He never would. So with the resources just given to him and the ability to live a comfortable life Lucus made himself anew. More so then ever did he dislike the games but play along dreaming of a different world but cautious now. Quite honestly that is where knowledge of him actually ends. Go through a million highlight reels and specials and you’ll think you know the enigmatic one. That you know secrets when even his own personal life is fraught with them. He’s got plenty of rough edges and buttons not to push these days – Lucus pretends a great deal projecting this fearless and ambiguous self-seeming to care about little beyond Rowan and maybe a handful of things that interest him like books, fine wine, plaid and art. He’s made it clear he will not be fucked with by putting forth such a person into this world.

Truthfully for people smart enough to read through the lines and discern the real person behind a quiet and mildly prickly demeanor – Lucus is genuine in all he does. The man has no qualms about telling you where to go, how to get there and what information he’s willing to share. You can see it in the way he gives tough love or in a touch with more fragile victors or the ones he’s trained that have made it back alive… Under the mystery and the crust – he’s honest and good. Learned. Talented. Hell if you knew him well enough and what to look for even down right sweetly compassionate and tender. Buried deep is that boy who lived to dream and loving brother who’d do anything to take care of his own. Most see very little of that and that is the point to it. Lucus Terran is neither good nor bad but something else. He’s different These days between episodes of appearing not to care and little bouts of a rare exposure of his true self - he hears things. Observes where others believe themselves to be hidden when he owns a portion of the shadows. Some in Panem, even here in the Victor’s Village share a similar dream as the boy in the trees who saw beyond what man could see. What a strange and illusive dream freedom is. Not all men dream equally and no man is quite like Lucus Terran thats if you believe…

PENNED BY: EDEN

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interrogatormentors · 6 years

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Event Six: Golden Infidel

After perigees of trial and error, Eridan finally felt he’d gotten a handle on Head Admin duties. The stress never decreased, and more often than not Eridan found himself reaching for a drink at the end of the day to take the edge off, but having someone at the end of the worknight to talk to helped more than Eridan cared to admit. No matter the time, no matter what far reaches of space the Reichenbach found itself in, TA responded to each of Eridan’s various messages. Eridan had to wonder if TA actually liked talking to him, or if the capital-H-Helmsman was just bored. God, the idea that he may actually have stumbled onto the Imperial Helmsman, a veritable wiggler-tale creature, terrified Eridan to no end.

Still, he’d take support wherever he could get it, and right now he had bigger fish to fry. As Head Admin, he took responsibility for organizing any and all docking requests, maintenance queues, and inventory logging. The task weighing down his shoulders at the moment took the form of a simple email in his account which had exploded into a lurid, glittery graphic whose symbol seared itself into his eyelids.

“By decree of Her Imperial Condescension, Empress of the Alternian Empire, your ship is formally ordered to attend mandatory Fleet Inspection event. Ships of the invited will go through rigorous examination, while crews are encouraged to mingle aboard the HBC Condescension. Coordinates attached. This message designed and approved by the Department of Imperial Public Affairs.”

A computer generated tyrian-pink lipstick kiss signed the bottom of the invite or order or whatever this abomination of color actually was, along with the sign of the Empress herself. Eridan had tried to find an explanation for the sudden Fleet inspection as he scurried over the entire Reichenbach getting everything in order, and found none. Whisperings of rebellion crawled through the empire, but none of the rumors possessed any substance. They never mentioned names, and no descriptions of a certain secret heiress ever reached Eridan. Despite their tempestuous parting, Eridan couldn’t bring himself to look forward to Feferi’s inevitable culling once she finally surfaced.

Rebellions didn’t matter. Trolls didn’t matter. Only the health and safety of the Reichenbach mattered, and Eridan finally managed to get everything in its proper place by the time of the inspection. Even with the stress of the event, perhaps he could even make some connections aboard the HBC Condescension to make his life easier.

Two hours into the event, and Eridan had spoken to approximately two trolls, who spoke to him more out of a respect to his caste than to his actual position. This fact insulted him more than anything, considering how much time he’d spent taming his hair back and moisturizing. “So you weren’t expectin’ an inspection either, huh?”

The teal next to him wrinkled her nose. “You can say that. My bet’s on the Empress looking for rebellion ties. Why else would she call back an interrogatormentor ship?”

Eridan covered up his apprehension by taking a nervous sip from his drink. He’d noticed the interrogatormentors too-- a cerulean and an enormous seadweller cutting their way through the crowd in silent tandem. “Any ships in range got called back. They ain’t special.” His eyes met the cerulean’s, and his acidic digestive pouch twisted up in six different knots. “You think they’re lookin’ for rebels? In the fleet? Maybe you got a few flirtin’ with the idea in wigglerhood, but they’d be stupid to think rebels actually care about anybody past Ascension.” His lip twisted up into a half-snarl before he schooled his face back.

The teal laughed. “I like you. It’s too bad that naivety’s going to get slammed right out of you. What’d you say your name was?”

Eridan’s eyes hadn’t left the pair of interrogatormentors, who’d started to move towards them as casually as two sharks circling a baby dolphin. “I’m gonna get some air,” he said, ignoring the other troll’s derisive remark about recycled ship air.

The invitation to mingle aboard the Empress’ Imperial Battleship hadn’t explicitly forbidden wandering around, but Eridan couldn’t help but check over his shoulder every few seconds all the same. The interrogatormentors hadn’t followed him out either. Eridan tried to reassure himself that he needn’t worry about them. He had nothing to hide. Any ties to a rebellion now had severed themselves sweeps ago, and he harbored no treasonous leanings now. If they asked him anything, he could say with confidence he didn’t know what the rebellion was planning or who led the charge. Feferi’s name didn’t need to come up. So why did he feel so terrified of the prospect of investigation?

Eridan didn’t meet any other trolls as he wandered further and further, the walls losing their ornamental gilding and becoming more utilitarian as he walked on. The HBC Condescension had started out as nothing more than a personal cruiser according to legends, building itself up into elaborate palace halls around the ancient helmsman at the core.

Eridan jumped as he heard something up ahead of him, fins swiveling in an attempt to pinpoint the noise. He crept around the corner, still holding his drink glass in a shaking hand. It sounded like someone spoke off in the distance, a drone that almost held a melody in words he couldn’t quite parse. As Eridan walked onward, the sound became more distinct but no less identifiable as actual words. Eridan’s brow furrowed as he heard a word he almost understood, until it clicked.

As a devotee to history, especially military tactics, Eridan had amassed more than his fair share of old books and scrolls. At one point, Alternia had had two main languages, High and Low, with the Low comprised of dozens of lowblooded tongues all mashed together in the enslaved warm population. Over time High had become Common, with only a few dialects surviving while Low had faded away with time. Eridan had only seen Old Low Alternian written down once, in an ancient tome bound in clawbeast skin that he still hadn’t fully translated by the time he joined the Fleet. But he knew those words, written down in a column of shaky letters in a section of heretical hymns, although he’d never imagined he’d hear them sung aloud.

“He carries all our pain And one day his strife is forgotten However, we are forgiven.”

Eridan knew at this point, he’d gone too far into the ship. If someone spotted him at this point, he’d earn a trip to the interrogatormentor’s brig regardless of rebel ties, and yet he found himself entranced as he kept going. It took him time to translate the words in his head, but the process made itself easier as the disembodied singer repeated the droning mantra like a prayer, over and over. Eridan closed his eyes as he walked, picturing the words in front of his head, sounding them out and pairing them with the sounds he heard.

“Our kin are separated by color of blood. We are without love or virtue. However, we are forgiven.”

Eridan opened his eyes just in time to stop in front of a door, its frame reinforced in the characteristic manner of a helmsblock to seal moisture in to preserve biowires and living tissue. Eridan swallowed hard, grip tightening so hard on his glass he heard the glass creak. All highblood dinnerware needed reinforcement, but his apprehension definitely put the construction to the test. Despite every instinct screaming at Eridan to back away, to walk right back to the gathering of disgruntled ship captains and crew, Eridan placed his palm on the door’s scanner. The door opened.

The smell hit Eridan first, rotting flesh and damp that nearly had him retching as he looked up at the tangle of wires and remnant of troll strung up in the helming harness. The source of the song came from above, speakers connecting the Helmsman to the ship. Eridan couldn’t find a sign of life in the old psion’s face, silver-streaked hair hanging over his red and blue eyes glazed over like a corpse. Eridan wondered if the battery even had arms and legs at this point, considering the black, necrotic tissue creeping down from the forearms completely hidden in a snarl of devouring biowires.

As Eridan stood there, transfixed in horror and disgust, the speakers’ volume started to dim. The Helmsman stirred, head slowly rising from its slumped position as his lips began to sound out silent syllables. Over the next few seconds he managed to speak up, the speakers going silent as the Helmsman took over the song with a voice like shards of glass scraping up against each other. The psion blinked, first with his blue eye and then his right, and it took a few tries to blink moisture into his eyes like a normal troll. He stopped singing, and spoke.

“You took your time, Eridan.” The Helmsman took a heaving breath, and Eridan swore he could hear the creaking of his lungs. “Ah, I forgot how much I hate this meat sack.”

Eridan set down his glass on a console, swallowing back the bile rising in his throat. Despite the smell and the disgusting sight, he felt a twinge of something akin to pity in the back of his head. This really was the troll he’d played poker with and talked to for these past few perigees. “You were expectin’ me? Surprised you got two pan-cells to scrape together, lookin’ like that.”

The Helmsman laughed, a horrific grating sound that trailed off into wet coughs. “As am I,” he said, choking a bit. Yellow blood dribbled down his chin, and a biowire snaked across his face to clear it. “I asked for you. It was an idle request, but the Empress continues to surprise me in her benevolence.”

Eridan squinted at the Helmsman. “Seems like the most benevolent thin’ for you is a funeral pyre. Why’d you wanna see me?”

The Helmsman closed his eyes. “I do not want to die,” he said, and something about the strained tone to his voice didn’t ring as true. “I get to see the stars. I have been blessed with eternity and power beyond comprehension. But it is lonely, here. Speaking to someone, to you, has reminded me of this.”

Eridan felt his hand lifting outside his control, until he made contact with the decrepit troll’s cheek with a damp pap. He rotated his hand before the gesture could get misconstrued, grasping the old troll’s jaw as he looked him over. The Helmsman’s skin felt like damp sandpaper, threatening to flake off and peel away at any moment. “Eugh. I mean, I ain’t anythin’ special, but if you’re lonely I could stick around for a bit. I don’t think anyone’s gonna miss me for a bit. What was that song you were singin’ about, anyways?”

The Helmsman managed to open his eyes again, lips parting to speak. He looked behind Eridan’s shoulder, and his eyes went round just in time for someone else to announce themselves.

“Singing for your new buoy-toy already, battery?” The voice sent chills down Eridan’s spine, and he stayed frozen with his hand on the Helmsman’s face. “Hope you don’t mind bein’ an object lesson, guppy.”

A cool hand touched down on Eridan’s shoulder, and he glanced off to the side just long enough to see long, tyrian-painted nails that popped against the myriad of golden rings adorning the hand of none other than the Empress herself. He tried to come up with an explanation, a plea, anything, but gasped instead as the prongs of a golden trident pierced through him. An instinctive shriek of pain caught in his throat, his entire being paralyzed by pain he’d never experienced before.

He choked on his own blood as the trident lifted, sweeping him off his feet and tearing through his gut as the Empress lifted him with ease. As his vision went black Eridan remembered hunting freshwater shallows with Feferi, pulling crayfish from their murky dens and impaling them on his fingers. He’d watched them squirm, antennae wriggling and legs kicking as if they had any hope of surviving before popping them into his mouth and crunching through their chitinous shells with his teeth. Eridan’s right leg spasmed, kicking out once, and he saw nothing more.

#homestuck #eridan ampora #interrogatormentors #eridan #homestuck au #illustrated story #fic #the psiioniic #the helmsman #stop having two fucking titles motherglubber #her imperial condescension #the empress #you too no one is free from sin #anyways go listen to iron infidel #its good tunes #interrogatormentors event

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breakingbadlikeaboss · 6 years

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Serendipity - Chapter 4

@lokaneweek

This chapter is rated M for sexual content.

Serendipity

Chapter 4: Fun, Fun, Fun

For the first time in months, Jane was having a good day. She’d been recognized at work for her contributions, she’d made a breakthrough on the time travel project, and Loki hadn’t destroyed anything in her house in nearly a week.

When she arrived home from work she was surprised to find an emerald green dress and heels waiting for her on her bed, along with a note instructing her to get dressed and prepare for a night out.

Jane was a bit perplexed, but she dressed and fixed her hair. Loki came to retrieve her just as she finished. He wore a black suit that fit him perfectly, almost as though it had been tailor made for him. His raven hair hung in loose curls around his face, and his green eyes were alight with mischief. She hated to admit it, but he was quite handsome, especially with his sharp, aristocratic features. It suited him, and gave him a noble look that Thor hadn’t possessed.

“Are you ready?” he inquired, pulling her from her assessment of his visage.

Jane nodded, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his chest. She could feel the lean muscle beneath her as he held her to him tightly. The Aether inside of her burned through her veins and she gasped. She felt his magic on her, warring with the fire inside of her. The ice won out, and her blood cooled pleasantly.

“Hold onto me,” Loki cautioned. Before she had a chance to respond, she felt her body compressing, and time and space slipped away until only she and Loki remained. It was a second in the void, but the feeling was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Her body decompressed, and they appeared on the middle of a boat in some sort of body of water. It was dark outside.

Jane leaned into Loki, struggling to breathe. She felt sick, like a bad case of vertigo. “That was… wow…” she panted as she tried not to throw up. Loki continued to hold her against him, and she was thankful for his support.

“Your body will adjust,” he assured her. “Next time will be easier.”

Jane smiled at the thought of next time, and craned her neck to look at their surroundings. They were floating along a canal. Buildings lit up the night sky on either side of the canal. Bridges stretched over the water, connecting one side to the other. People stood on the bridges looking out over the water. Other boats floated beside theirs, tourists taking photos as they traveled through the canal.

“Are we –“ Jane began hesitantly as she released her hold on Loki and stepped away to get a better view.

“The Grand Canal of Venice,” Loki finished for her, his face a mask of smugness. Jane instantly freaked.

“Are you kidding me? This is amazing!” She noticed a table sit for two and lit by candlelight towards the back of the boat. Two plates of spaghetti and two glasses of wine adorned the table, beckoning her to come and partake. “Is that… Is that for us?” she gawked.

“A celebration,” Loki explained, his lips curving up into a smirk. “For the progress we’ve made so far.”

He led her over to the table and pulled a chair out for her before sitting on the opposite side. Jane dug in. The food was fantastic and the wine was the best she’d ever had. She felt Loki’s eyes on her as she ate. It was a habit he’d picked up recently, and it seemed he was always watching her. His gaze was not malevolent or with intent to harm, he just…watched her… like she was some sort of puzzle he was trying to work out.

“Tell me, Jane Foster,” he asked as she ate. “Why is it that you look to the stars when other Midgardians are content to live in ignorance?”

Jane regarded him carefully, looking for any signs that he was making a joke of her and found none. He seemed genuinely curious and eager to understand. She took a sip of her wine and thought about it for a moment. How could she explain a lifetime of searching the stars and what it meant to her? How could she ever come close to making him understand?

“My dad was an astrophysicist too,” she began slowly. “He studied the stars and the planets in our solar system. When I was a baby he hung a model of the solar system over my crib, and when I was a little girl he painted my room black with glow in the dark stars. He would take me stargazing out in the middle of nowhere, just me and him. He would set up the telescope and show me all of the planets and the constellations. He told me stories, and it was his wish to find life out there somewhere. He used to tell me all the time that we weren’t alone in the universe, just no one could prove it yet.”

She took a swig of her wine, nearly draining the glass as she built up courage for the next part. “He died when I was ten,” she continued. “He and my mom both died in a car accident on a stormy night. I went to live with Erik after that. I still set up the telescope and watched the stars every single night. When I graduated, I went to college for astrophysics, and learned all I could. I took the first job I could find, and have been studying the stars ever since. I think… I guess I just hoped that somehow if I was able to prove that we weren’t alone… that a piece of my dad would live on. Wow, that sounds really dumb when I actually say it out loud.”

She drained the remainder of her wine, and Loki poured her another glass. The candlelight and shadows played over his face, giving him a surreal look. His eyes never left hers.

“It is not foolish to hold a piece of your father with you even after he is gone,” the god of mischief told her softly. “It is the highest honor you can bestow upon a parent. You have proven him correct in every way, and his legacy will live on through you.”

Jane drank her second glass of wine so quickly her head began to spin. “Why did you save me on the dark world?” she asked him bluntly. “I’ve thought of that nearly every day for years now, and I want to know why.”

Loki stood from the table, and walked over towards the edge of the boat. He clasped his hands behind his back, and his eyes wandered off to the distance, looking beyond the lights of Venice.

“When Thor was banished to Midgard he was a war hungry, hot-tempered, and selfish boy,” Loki began slowly. “When he returned he was peaceful and benevolent. He was worthy. You could imagine my confusion, especially when the catalyst of such change proved to be a woman from Midgard. And then I met you myself.”

He turned to face her. His eyes swept over her and a grin stretched across his face. “Such fire….” he teased. “I couldn’t allow you to die, not until I’d had the chance to pick you apart and see exactly what makes you so different. Thus far, I have been not been disappointed by what I’ve found.”

Jane felt a flutter of nervousness in her chest, her cheeks coloring with the intensity of his gaze.

“Oh…” she breathed.

Jane stood, her hands instantly straightening the fabric of her dress, even though it was perfectly in place. “I…. uh…” she mumbled nervously as she took a step forward, the wine making her dizzy.

She slipped and began to fall backwards. Jane let out a short shriek, but she never hit the deck.

Loki was there, his arms wrapping around her form and saving her from the fall. He pulled her up and into his chest, righting her. Jane’s hands and fingers splayed out over his upper body. She struggled to catch her breath from the close call.

“Careful, Jane,” Loki purred as he held her tightly. She was suddenly aware that his hands rested against her hips, and her body was nearly flush with his. His eyes met hers with a smoldering intensity, and one of his hands reached up to cup her chin in his palm. She felt the Aether burn through her veins once again, this time all pleasure and no pain.

Jane should have stepped away from him, but something stayed her. Maybe it was because she hadn’t been with anyone since she broke up with Thor and she needed the physical connection. Maybe it was because Loki was irresistibly handsome, and his looks were overriding her common sense. Or maybe it was the way that he looked at her underneath the stars and the lights of Venice’s Grand Canal. Jane would never know for sure why, but she didn’t resist.

Loki pressed his lips to hers tentatively. They were soft and cool, and he tasted of wine. She felt his magic on her, tingling against her lips. Without thinking of the implications, she kissed him back.

Jane felt his hand tighten on her waist as he pulled her closer. His tongue demanded entrance to her mouth, and she let him in. He was not as gentle when their tongues fought for control and he plundered her mouth with abandon.

The astrophysicist felt her body compress as it had earlier, and she knew they were moving. This time she was ready. The world around them dropped away, leaving only her and Loki, their lips locked and their bodies meshed together tightly.

When they reappeared, they were in Jane’s bedroom. They broke their kiss long enough to catch their breath, and then Loki was on her again, the second kiss harder and full of lust.

She felt his arousal against her and instinctively reached for the jacket of his suit.

They broke apart, and he helped her remove the jacket and vest. Jane’s fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt until they came loose, and she pushed it off of his shoulders.

Jane ran her fingers across the expanse of his chest. The skin was cool and hard beneath her hands. She moved lower, and Loki groaned.

He reached for her dress, growling in frustration when he couldn’t simply pull it off of her. He snapped his fingers, and Jane felt a breeze as her clothes disappeared, leaving her bare before him.

He dipped down to take one of her nipples in his mouth and she gasped in surprise. His tongue worked over her thoroughly, bringing her to attention beneath his touch. One of his hands snaked down between her thighs, and caressed her womanhood.

She moaned and arched into him, throwing one leg around his waist.

Loki placed his hands on her waist, and Jane wrapped her legs around him as he picked her up. He carried her to the bed and laid her down, crawling on after her, so that he was still between her legs.

He dipped down, planting kisses on her stomach, legs, and inner thighs. Jane could scarcely breathe when he moved to her core, showing her exactly why he was nicknamed Silvertongue.

Pleasure flooded through her. She could feel the burn of the Aether and the chill of his magic at war within her. As he expertly used his lips and tongue on her she felt pleasure mounting in her core. She arched against him and moaned as he took her over the edge.

He pulled away from her, and she whimpered involuntarily in the absence of his touch. The god of mischief unclasped his belt, and removed his pants with a speed that surprised her, tossing them aside. He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her.

“Say my name,” Loki demanded as he nipped the sensitive skin of her collarbone with his teeth. Jane shivered. “Say it,” he growled.

“Loki,” Jane moaned. The god of mischief let out a shaky breath as he buried himself inside of her.

She arched her body up into his as he found a rhythm. His strokes were slow at first, but soon sped up. Jane could feel the sheer pleasure coiling inside of her as he thrust in and out. She scratched her nails down his back as he picked up the pace even further.

Jane felt herself lose control as the pleasure in her core unwound. For a moment she couldn’t think, she could only feel. Loki groaned as he finished, spilling himself inside of her.

When they came down from the pleasure and caught their breath, neither of them moved to get up. They lay in Jane’s bed, their naked bodies a tangle of limbs. Jane rested her head on Loki’s chest, the slow, steady beat of his heart lulling her off to sleep.

#author: breakingbadlikeaboss #theme: fun fun fun #day: 4 #lokane week 2018

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jeongincore · 7 years

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Shit i really liked and kinda didn’t like about Ragnarok

I recently saw ragnarok and became so rejuvenated that i brought my marvel blog back but i wanted to seriously talk about like things that i liked and really didn’t just to get shit out there.

Things i really liked (like so much that i am obsessed)

-Thor’s new hair cut/outfit, i think its actually super suitable. Gives that sort of cool ass warrior refugee look. Plus, Chris Hemsworth is beautiful.

-The humor, oh god it was hilarious, i’ve never laughed so genuinely and so much in my life and it made the movie so charming and relatable. It was also such a departure from The Dark World and the first Thor, which dealt with so much emotional baggage for not only just Thor, but for Loki, who basically suffered throughout both movies.

-Hulk being an actual toddler/Bruce Banner being so fucked up and anxious because WHEN DID HE GET ON AN ALIEN PLANET.

-”You’ve been on other planets before i assume” “Yeah, one!” “well now it’s two”

-Valkyrie. Her entire everything gave me so much to love and adore. Tessa Thompson has stole my heart yet again.

-TAIKA WAITITI AS KORG WAS ACTUALLY SO FUNNY

-The little tiny glimpses of Loki and Thor’s childhood, aka the snake story, get help. It really showed how much time Loki and Thor had spent together, which i assume is a lot because age in Asgardian years work differently probably? Like imagine that, Loki and Thor spending time together and being inseparable for 100 years. It showed that they were always close despite loki feeling different or alienated, which explains why its so hard for Loki to just leave thor for dead.

-”You’ll always be the god of mischief, but you can be so much more” See that shit destroyed me. Thor acknowledges that Loki is not like him. He’s a trickster, manipulative, and selfish. But he also acknowledges that Loki is so much more than his tricks and lies, which shows so much character growth in Thor, who sees loki as more than just an asgardian prince that was raised the exact same way opposite of Thor, but as his own fucking person.

-Thor actually not being stupid and falling for Loki’s tricks, aka his magic projections of himself/his petty, stupid betrayals. Tom mentioned that Thor was evolving and that Loki was finally starting to realize that he’s the only one not growing. Scenes like the betrayal scene and the snake scene, although meant to be hilarious, point out that Thor isn’t that idiot that just was too trusting of his brother, he sees through Loki’s tricks, he’s seen them for years, and it really shows that Loki’s getting predictable with his fake deaths and betrayals, which might hint at him changing?

-IT FIXED THE INCONSISTENCIES. The main reason i didn’t like Dark world, though i did see it as amazing for its ability to mix the emotional darkness between Loki and Thor along with the humor throughout the movie, was because it pointed Loki out to be the type of cold blooded monster that would murder his own father. I mean I’m no Loki apologist, i love the kid but he’s killed, he’s manipulated, he’s hurt everyone around him, but i doubt he could ever kill Odin, no matter how much of a shitty father he is. Also low-key hated the whole “Loki if you betray me, ill kill you” Thor bullshit. We all know thor wouldn’t be able to do that, he still hopes Loki is his brother.

-AGAIN, THE SNAKE SCENE WAS SO FUNNY.

-”I thought the world of you Loki.” Ouch.

-Hulk and Val’s bromance.

-The entire Valkyrie v. Hela scene. It was so beautiful and ethereal i actually nutted.

-LOKI DIDN’T NEED TO COME BACK. HE DIDN’T NEED TO GO BACK TO THE SHIP WITH THOR. HE DIDN’T NEED TO GO BACK TO ASGARD. HE COULD HAVE NOT. BUT HE DID. BECAUSE SOMEWHERE IN THERE UNDER THE SELFISHNESS MAYBE HE CARES.

-Loki’s face when odin called him his son.

-Loki’s face when Hela told him to kneel.

-Loki refusing to let Thor go back to Asgard. “Are you serious? you can’t be thinking of going back there, that’s madness!” is that? Loki cARING?

-Loki’s character development.

-thor in a jean jacket and hoodie in new york.

-Thor spilling beer everywhere.

-Loki letting Thor take the orgy ship.

-Jeff Goldblum. Thats it.

-LOKIS FACE WITH THOR AND ODIN ON THE ROOF OF THE CASTLE I SCREmed AFTER ALL LOKI DID HE WAS STILL PUT THERE AS A PRINCE OF ASGARD BYE.

-”Hello father” “OH SHIT”

-The entire play. Loki’s rule as a benevolent god/king in which, before everyone feared him for a dictatorship militaristic form of ruling he could have, but in reality he just like ate grapes and watched plays.

-Thor wanting to be a Valkyrie. The crowned prince of asgard, wanting to be an elite team of woman warriors.

-VAL IS GAY AND IN TESSA THOMPSONS WORDS, HAD A GIRLFRIEND THAT SACRIFICED HERSELF TO SAVE HER.

-Val kicking Loki’s ass.

-THE RETURN OF THE DOUBLE BLADES OUT OF NOWHERE.

-Loki in a suit.

-HEIMDALL I LOVEJWIFHTGE.

-”I thought you didn’t want to talk about it” “heres the thing”

-”Hello!” “Hi” *blasts everyone in room with giant laser guns*

-”What are you? Thor, god of hammers?”

-IMMIGRANT SONG.

-”i swear i left him right here” “where? on the street? Or in that nursing home thats being torn down?”

“I’m not a witch” “Why do you dress like one then?”

-Loki rolling his eyes when thor is approached by fans.

-Loki calling stephen strange a shitty sorcerer and going at him with stabby hands.

-Confirmation of loki’s love of stabbing.

-Confirmation that Loki is a snake, and also Thor’s favorite snake.

-Loki reciting Thor’s prayer to odin with him mY SON.

-The avengers parallel. “He’s my brother!” “adopted.”

-”mbLERG ITS ME”

-”AGH LOKI!”

-’DIRECT ME TO WHO’S ASS I HAVE TO KICK”

-”Where? the devil’s anus?”

-Bruce fighting evil with fireworks. Good job sweetie.

-Bruce flopping like a fish on the bifrost.

-Thor and his sparkles.

-Lightning eyes.

-Odin finALLY DYING. THANK GOD.

-*Loki on a death trip* ‘this is a terrible idea”

-Loki somehow reciting a spell to bring surtur back. what a weirdo. how did he know that.

-LOKI COMING BACK.

-im here.

-Loki

-Brodinson.

-Thor and Bruce’s bromance.

-Jane not being there. I mean it makes sense she dumped him, he left her for two years chasing down infinity stones and constantly almost dying while she had no way of contacting him because Thor’s ass didn’t know how to use fucking email. Also i just really honestly never liked her character to begin with, i mean sure i love that Jane is a strong, smart woman but tbh i just wanted to Fast forward every time she was on screen.

-The cute death wolf.

-”THATS HOW IT FEELS!” “sorry i just really like the sport”

-THOR ACTUALLY BEING PORTRAYED AS LESS OF A JERK WITH CACTUSES SHOVED UP HIS RECTUM AND MORE LIKE THE SWEET, CHARMING, CHARISMATIC AND SLIGHTLY ARROGANT BUT MEANS WELL MAN HE IS.

-Val being there as a cool as member of the team rather than just the love interest of Thor. Protect her at all cost even though she probs doesn’t even need it.

-”I’VE BEEN FALLING FOR THIRTY MINUTES”

-Stan Lee’s cameo as the dude who cut Thor’s hair. Thank you for doing all of us a giant favor. Please do the same to Loki.

-loki beating someone up with his horn hat.

-Loki twirling his horn hat.

-Loki being such a self serving, extra asshole that he came from the fucking fog screaming “YOUR SAVIOR HAS ARRIVED”

-Bruce asking where tony was and then complaining about his tight crotch pants.

-LOKI’S COSTUME CHANGE GOD I HATED THE OLD ONES BLESS UP.

-Loki’s costume being mainly blue, black, and gold :-)))))))

-Loki being 100% done with everything that happens.

-Val knocking Loki out when he makes her relive her trauma why do people ship this you go honey that was a dick move

-Thor throwing various things at Loki to make sure he’s not a mirage.

-he’s a friend from work, something a kid from make a wish that met chris suggested, being in the film and all of the trailers. I hope that made that kid smile.

-”In return, i wish to be granted safe passage through the anus”

-LOKI FINALLY ACCEPTING THAT HE DIDN’T WANT THE THRONE WITHOUT A FAMILY. THAT HE’D RATHER WATCH HIS BROTHER TAKE IT AND STILL HAVE A BROTHER THAN HAVE A THRONE WITH NO ONE TO SHARE IT WITH.

-LOKI SHOWING UP ON SCREEN DURING THOR’S CORONATION.

-Loki being genuinely worried about and double checking if Thor really wants to bring him back to earth after what he did kill me honestly that would probably hurt less.

-Loki’s face when thor said that going their separate ways was what Loki always wanted bc in reality that is the opposite go back.

-Hela not being Loki’s daughter because 1) it proves that ya’ll should stop hoping that a comic soap opera about rich petty alien boys with daddy issues would be anything like classic norse mythology, and 2) when the fuck and how the fuck and why the fuck

-Loki suggesting that he and Thor both rule over Sakaar together lmao ouch.

-Loki just being really cute and quirky.

-Thor being so fucking amazed by Val all the time.

-”You’re late.”

-”I saw you coming” “course you did.”

-THE GUNS NAMED DES AND TROY I WANTED TO FUCKING DIE.

What i didn’t like much;

-Hela. I loved her character, but honestly here is where i think there might’ve been some failure despite how much i loved that movie. She seemed so out of place as a villain, and i feel like the whole related shit tried to mimic Guardians vol. 2, but honestly the fact that Thor didn’t care much about her made her feel so out of place. But i did like some parts, like how she was so disappointed about not being remembered or what her existence and disappointment did to how loki was raised.

-Dr. Strange? Ok that was weird. It makes sense and it was funny to see him but to be honest i wasn’t into it.

-tHE SCENE WITH VAL AND A GIRL BEING CUT. WHYWHYWHY

-tbh was not fond of frost master, don’t hate me.

-Loki possibly taking the tesseract????? And hinting that he might turn evil again??? don’t do this to me marvel.

-loki possibly being turned into the quirky sidekick of his brother. Loki is Thor’s equal, not his annoying little brother/wacky sidekick. I didn’t get that vibe often, but sometimes i did honestly.

-RIP thor’s hammer.

-ODIN BEING A PIECE OF SHIT YET AGAIN.

-Hela’s entrance. it was so quick and like out of place i was like what wait, Loki and thor didn’t even have time to prepare or even mourn.

-the comedy. It was its best and worst part of the movie. Sometimes it was tasteful. Other times it was too much. Thor and Loki didn’t even get to mourn for their dad who tbh was an asshole but still their dad before there was a annoying joke about kneeling. It took away from the story sometimes.

-the lack of hugging between thor and loki.

-The way they glossed over the warriors three’s death like they weren’t Thor’s closest friends and the only ones there for him when Odin tried to banish Thor to earth :-))))) I mean after all that shit he went through I’m pretty fucking sure it probably hasn’t caught up to him but ya bitch still pissed.

-The way, Thor, who basically admitted that Loki actually meant the world to him and was the only family he had left, didn’t ask where he was after asgard exploded? Like tbh i get it, he trusts Loki, his brothers capable and strong and most of all really fucking smart, but i’d still be like :-) the fuck is Loki. I think this is a directing error though rather than like the characters fucking up but i was freaking out, i mean asgard was literally pebbles and everyone was out BUT my son.

-No sif, i mean i get it Jaime Alexander was busy but like y'all could’ve explained smh.

-Loki not getting a hair cut. When will his emo phase end.

-Not getting that one flashback to 80′s asgard with mullets and emo loki.

Overall it was pretty fucking cool, one of the best movies of the trilogy. I fell in love with the marvel cinematic universe all over again. But it wasn’t perfect.

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HYEONJIN + ALL GOTTA STAN THE ISFP

realm knows my weak spot !!! hyeonjin is my baby boy, my sun, my stars and i will rant about him forever —

QUESTIONS FOR YOUR OCs

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

probably years. he’s good at observing his surroundings and also slipping into quiet existential thoughts so you could probably forget him in a store and come back two hours later to him staring blankly at a mannequin.

How easy is it for your character to laugh?

maybe a 7 on the scale of 1 to 10. he’s trained to not be too rambunctious when he laughs, but giggles and chuckles are easy to get out of him.

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

is there something fundamentally wrong with my ocs if the two that have been asked about both need drugs. i hate. hyeonjin takes an anti-epilepsy drug that he’s addicted to to deal with anxiety attacks. the time of contemplation before sleeping is prime time for intrusive thoughts. so he has to take a dose.

How easy is it to earn their trust?

easier than a normal person. it comes to a point in his life that anyone who’s even remotely nice to him is considered a friend, and anyone who does him favours is deemed trustworthy. he’s a sensitive kid.

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

hyeonjin is as quick to cut people off as he is to take them in. even the smallest act of betrayal will lead to hyeonjin ignoring you for the rest of your life. he’s hyper guarded and hyper open at the same time, it’s hard to explain.

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

laws are very flexible in his opinion. the law is usually made by people who are somewhat out of touch with reality. if a law doesn’t help people, or serve any other benevolent purpose, it’s not worth following.

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

nostalgia isn’t very easy to trigger for him. his childhood was full of love and affection but also without any very clearly unique incidents. it felt like a movie character’s childhood. disneyland, trips to the beach, school days. nothing very standout. meeting his mother alone would be enough to make him remember the old days ( his parents are divorced btw ) but then it becomes a very, very painful feeling.

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child?

oh god, what wasn’t he told to stop/start doing. being a child actor for a short while, and then constantly in the public eye because his father is a well-known and politically involved businessman and his best friend is instagram-famous — he always had to be conscious of whether he was slouching, how eloquently he spoke, being careful not to look disinterested and so on. so his childhood was pretty regimented.

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

he tries not to, to be polite, but the habit is steadily growing on him. his first swear word was probably said when he was fourteen or something and even then it was probably something pretty inoffensive like 제기랄 ( equivalent of bullshit ).

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

oh. well, he’s been hiding a drug habit from his father since forever. it makes him feel really, really guilty, but he tries to justify it to himself by saying that the calmness that the drug gives him actually helps him fulfill his father’s expectations better. it’s still a weight on his psyche and he hates himself more for it.

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

unfortunately, hyeonjin will only seek clarification if the person is close to them. otherwise that kind of admission of ignorance … yikes emoji.

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

suffer.

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

he doesn’t really know anything about fashion, and depends almost entirely on a team of stylists, his housekeeper and his best friend to dress. so he doesn’t really know what he looks best in. outsiders will have you know that he looks best in red.

What animal do they fear most?

hyeonjin is not a fan of snakes, which begs the question: how did he become one later ?

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

if talking to heather ( a friend :) ), jiwon ( his best friend ) or sungmi ( his housekeeper / older sister figure ), he won’t think at all before talking. otherwise, he’s rehearsing every goddamn syllable in his head like three times.

What makes their stomach turn?

blood. mostly blood. people yelling at him. the thought of the people he loves being unhappy. people relying on him. being some kind of hero.

Are they easily embarrassed?

yes. thankfully, the people closest to him have learned to veer around his insecurities.

What embarrasses them?

positive reinforcement. praise, compliments, telling him to get out of his head and be happier, anything that makes him feel a little less dead inside makes him all blush emoji and flustered.

What is their favorite number?

5. it’s a nice, pleasant, round number.

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

familial love in his opinion is a much more jaded kind of platonic love: “i love you but you exhaust me — and there’s this quiet understanding that we’ll have to come apart.” platonic love is purer, teetering on the edge of irrationality but not there yet, a little restrained, never complete. and romantic love is complete. everything the person does is beautiful, nto categorised into good or bad. they become a part of you.

Why do they get up in the morning?

he’d rather not. but people love him. and (later on) people need him.

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

positive emotions manifest with more intensity in hyeonjin and so do negative emotions. it takes a bit to get him jealous but once he is, he can become pretty toxic and petty towards the person encroaching. this is almost entirely about his crush, though. he has nothing else to be jealous about.

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)?

envious hyeonjin means a very repressed hyeonjin who will avoid the source of envy to the maximum possible extent and become distant.

Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom?

noooo. he was raised in a pretty conservative setting. sex and sex appeal makes him flustered to talk about. the most he’ll do is entertain jiwon’s rants about people finding him sexy, and even that with a bit of internal cringing.

What are their thoughts on marriage?

hyeonjin in a michael scott vc: marriage sounds nice. would love to be loved someday. jskjds but in all serious the idea of marriage is so lovely he’d love to be married but who’d marry him haha

What is their preferred mode of transportation?

limousine. sorry. he’s rich, and it’s comfortable.

What causes them to feel dread?

oh, loads of things. on especially shitty days, talking to any people. public speaking, being put on the spot, being on camera. anything that requires him to actually be active and do something. depression is a bitch, huh.

Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?

depends on the context. if the unpleasant truth was unlikely to be uncovered later, then fine. if someone lives and dies with a lie, it didn’t hurt them, and it was fine.

Do they usually live up to their own ideals?

never. his ideals are too much for even the finest human being to comprehend. he wants to be the best possible son, friend, leader, actor, motivator, businessman and student. but obviously, it’s never going to happen. and anything less than success is failure.

Who do they most regret meeting?

no one. whomever he’s met have changed him into a version of himself perhaps more wounded, angry, cold, but it’s been for the better. he’s braver now as well.

Who are they the most glad to have met?

jiwon. it has to be jiwon. at least 50% of the reason why hyeonjin still stands is because of his best friend, who never fails to make him happy, just because he’s so sanguine, kind, optimistic, and encouraging. everything he himself should be.

Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?

no, because all of his stories are either unrelatable ( oh lads do you ever get annoyed when the driver stocks coke in the limo when you asked for sprite ) or depressing ( yah so i killed a man that one time ).

Could they be considered lazy?

i wouldn’t use lazy because hyeonjin has a mental health condition that forces him into passivity. but he does have difficulty putting himself out there.

How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt?

im-fucking-possible. lmao hyeonjin’s got guilt at the back of his mind every second of every day about something or the other. drinking, taking his pills, lying, not being a good friend. but at the same time he’s just so tired of it that he feels nothing very strongly.

How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?

always ! he hates to let people know he’s having a hard time ever so it’s a good distraction to fall into what someone else is talking about and support them all the way. having others be happy around him calms him down to some extent too.

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap?

hyeonjin loves the idea of love so much. all he wants is a nice relationship, and he’d be a fantastic boyfriend. however, shyness is a thing, and he hasn’t had the courage to approach his crushes. except jiwon; he did have the courage to confess to him, but that had it’s own strings attached.

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)?

nothing in particular, no ! but as a sidenote hyeonjin has a fairly decent memory.

What memory do they revisit the most often?

a trip to los angeles when he was thirteen with the chois aka jiwon’s family. jiwon’s elder sister jiyoon took them around disneyland for the whole day, he almost puked on the rollercoaster, saw fireworks — it was a moment of nothing but pure elation.

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?

oh, if they consider someone a good friend ? what are flaws. no flaws. nothing but good things. happiness. the best.

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

meanwhile, he himself has a million flaws. he picks at his demeanour and behaviour whenever in the public eye because for the longest time, his father did it for him. he thinks he’s a bit cowardly, not macho male. long story short, he’s pretty sensitive to his own flaws, but if someone points them out he won’t be offended. he’ll just be sad, because it’s true.

How do they feel about children?

being a naturally sensitive person, he has a strong maternal instinct towards children, especially younger ones. in practical terms, he may not be fantastic at caring for them, because he doesn’t really know how, but the non-judgemental nature of kids brings his walls down. he loves kids. he wants kids.

How badly do they want to reach their end goal?

so badly. so basically his end goal is for the violent organisation that wants to destroy capitalist society to successfully establish itself in the western world again, after a hiatus of nearly fifty years. and this end has to be met. otherwise, his life, throwing everything away — would’ve had no purpose.

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?

beautiful, good, and happy people. just, people with a soothing, carefree aura. male, female, nonbinary, anybody, hyeonjin’ll hook onto you immediately.

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character?

he’s my boy !! when it comes to empathy and sincere kindness, he’s probably the kindest oc i have, at least in this au. also he goes through major char dev to become a lot more harsh, cruel and antagonist-like ( because he is an antagonist, for erich at least ), but he still wants to do the right thing above all.

B) What inspired you to create them?

ehhhhhh ok so the outside vibe of hyeonjin ( sad rich kid ) was a super old idea i had for the story, but the personality of this kid was totally different. then i transplanted the personality of an older oc into this exterior and boom it’s hyeonjin.

C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?

initially, yes, because his story takes place primarily in korea and i had difficulty relating it back to the main action which was supposed to happen in london. but with some tweaks to his backstory ( he studied in the uk ) and lore, i think i’ve made it work.

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

not too much. the prototype sad rich kid was just a knockoff of artemis fowl, aka much younger and much less of a sweetheart. now hyeonjin’s 20 in the plot.

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

i think so ! but their tendency of shoving trauma into a closet instead of dealing with it or seeking help could be potential damage to any relationships ( and it is. stay tuned :) )

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

i just feel sorry for him sjdsjdsjf bb you’ve got a long, long way to go — he’s def one of the more unhappy ocs i have.

G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

a tendency to be a little sanctimonious. i am pure and i am virtuous and i must do the right thing. he’s a bit self-righteous which gets annoying when writing but that’s more because i’m a cynical person.

H) What trait do you admire most?

he’s a good kid. he’s supportive, understanding, polite, genuinely respectful and isn’t really ever petty or vitriolic. a pure boy. baby boy.

I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe?

yes, because i’m not creative.

J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

mostly family stuff had to be changed to make his home life a little more poisonous. sort of an odd thing to mention, but initially hyeonjin lived with his mother ( who was the businesswoman parent ) while his father was the deadbeat divorcee. but i wanted to talk about how mothers can sometimes get fucked over in divorces, so i swapped them.

#holy hecc #realmzenith #oc talk.

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