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˗ˏˋ A Golden Cage ˎˊ˗ Jacaerys Velaryon

jacaerys velaryon x aunt/targ!fem!reader words: 8.6k synopsis: "The butterfly escapes the web, but the dragon’s breath will singe its wings." notes: hi my bbs! thank you sm for the love on my first fic - here's a smut that i just wrote this morning and didn't want to wait to post. follows a non-canon timeline/events (just stretched out for the sake of the story), and involves time skips; characters aged-up to 20/21. Jace is a tits man i will die on this hill lol warnings: canon-typical mentions of war/violence, angsty, canon-typical incest, brief mention of blood, angst/grieving, Jace has a distinct way of grieving, surprisingly dom!Jace lol, mommy&daddy issues, hair pulling kink, mentions of virginity/experience, smut, oral(f!receiving), fingering, arguing (fr enemies to lovers), improper use of High Valyrian (and obviously idk if its correct nor do i care tbh), fluff at the end but they fight the whole rest of the time lol. feedback is appreciated <3 requests open.

part two. masterlist

THE LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR BETROTHED, YOUR FATHER WAS STILL ALIVE.

It was your mother’s strict words and the gleaming glint of her seven-pointed necklace that had forced you out of your chambers, that night: after that disastrous dinner, when Aemond and Aegon had teased and tortured Rhaenyra’s sons; in which your sweet sister toasted to you, insisting your marriage to your nephew Jacaerys would not be too bad – that he’d just ignore you until he’d had too much to drink.

Now, they were to leave in just an hour; you, to remain in the Red Keep to prepare for your betrothal, before returning with your half-sister after her visit next week.

You’d been betrothed to Jacaerys Velaryon when you were ten and two; some effort to save the stringent bond between your sister and mother - and though you and Jacaerys are two of the same age, carrying the ancient Valyrian bloodlines, it was still a shock to your young mind.

Growing up, you’d always assumed you’d marry your brother, Aegon - just a few years older than you, it made sense. Though when your younger sister Helaena and Aegon became betrothed, it left a shudder of shock through you; not particularly in disappointment, as you’d grown to rather detest the boy, but a shudder of confusion: It was the first true act of betrayal, small as it was, that you would come to understand from your mother and grandsire.

The second you were soon to experience, after the death of your father and the usurping of your sister’s throne - but before then, you’d allowed yourself to be pleased; Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Wife of Jacaerys Valeryon - noble, growing to be very handsome, and though you did spend a lot of your childhood watching him with interested eyes and bright cheeks, that soon tapered out once you were all young adults.

Your brothers accusing them of bastardization can taint such a thing.

At the time, you’d simply played with your fingers to calm your nerves; you must do it. Your mother had held back her tongue, you could tell - she was disappointed in you, in the way you’d spat a snide comment at dinner, when you’d struck your own brother in front of everyone after he’d insulted your honor. As if you weren't a grown woman of eight and ten, but a mere child. You must do it, lest you drive me crazy-

You didn’t care to hear much more; you’ve always had trouble with your tongue, pressing buttons and dancing around the shadows just to be seen. A sad desire, yes - but one that came naturally when you landed yourself in the middle of a loveless family who seemed to care more about the weather than yourself. She's so much like Rhaenyra, you father had said in your youth - perhaps that is why your mother rejected you so.

But as you’d protested against the task of apology one last time, your mother had snapped.

She’d muttered something under her breath -You’re nothing like Helaena. It was true, and she’d finally spoken it. Your Queen mother’s regret had rippled through her face, but you were already on your feet, already down the hallway to find your betrothed and his mother, to issue them all an apology - an apology that should be coming from your mother’s other children who caused the scene at that horrendous dinner; yet you, cursed to deliver it, ever the branch of olives.

The echo of your footsteps was almost silent in the dimly lit halls as you made your way toward their family quarters; The weight of your impending betrothal to Jacaerys pressed heavily on your mind, as this impending discussion with your half sister and uncle drew a pit of dread in your stomach.

As you approached the open chamber, the flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows on the stone walls; be it nerves or hesitance, you slowed your pace to a slow few steps.

The voices inside were low but distinct, and you recognized Rhaenyra and Daemon immediately. “You used to enjoy her company as a child,” Daemon remarks, a hint of amusement laced through his words. “Always following her around, trying to keep up with her mischief.”

“Jace, you were once quite taken with her.” His mother’s voice, “You danced with her tonight, did you not?”

Your breath hitches, registering the memory of Jace’s palm in yours; avoiding your eyes, even as you danced - moments before he asked your dear sister Helaena to dance and your brother melted with irritation.

"As was my duty." His voice retorts.

You leaned closer, desperate to hear more. Rhaenyra’s voice grew softer, almost wistful. “It’s a good thing, you know. Even if your feelings seem mixed up now, there’s a strong bond beneath it all. It may take time to realize it.”

“Nothing is mixed up, mother.” Jacaerys’ voice is defensive, “She’s just as much of a nuisance as her brothers.”

There is a pang of offense, of hurt, within your stomach at his words, yet you’re rooted to the spot.

“Must she always be annoying someone?” He bemoans; a boil of anger in your stomach at the childish complaints from a man of ten-and-eight. The heir to the throne, whining like a child.

You ignore the true pain of rejection, the embarrassment of your residual harbored crush, and let your anger curdle instead.

“She is to be your wife, Jace,” Daemon added, his tone stern - but his sentence is cut off by a thud and then Jace’s voice, once again.

“It’s like she opens her mouth and her mother speaks through it,” Jace continued, his voice laced with bitterness, “She doesn’t have a brain between her ears-”

“Jacaerys!” Rhaenyra’s voice cuts through the air, sharp and authoritative as you hide a gasp, heart freezing as your eyes sting. “-You will speak of your betrothed with respect.”

Jace’s response was muffled, but you caught the frustration in his tone; your heartbeat pounds in your ears as you swallow your embarrassment.

“You will make it work,” Rhaenyra interrupted firmly. “This is not just about you. It is about our families, our legacy. You owe her, and yourself, more respect.”

The reality of your situation - detested by your betrothed, unloved by your mother - it all washed over you like a suffocating shroud, the pain and humiliation too much to bear. Unable to listen any longer, you turned and fled, steps quickening as you hurried away from the open chamber.

As you rushed down the hall, you heard the voices behind you falter, and you grew even more embarrassed knowing they realized they’d been overheard. The sting of tears threatened, but you refused to let them fall until you were back in your chambers, eyes stinging with regret. Not here. Not now.

YOU FLED THE RED KEEP SOON AFTER LUCERYS’ DEATH.

The roar of your dragon echoed off the jagged cliffs of Dragonstone when you landed, the bitter wind whipping your hair and stinging your cheeks. Your one and twentieth birthday passed last week; the ring you received from your mother is thrown into the tumultuous sea with a scream of pain.

The journey had not been nearly as perilous as your escape; nicked down the arm in a similar wound your own sister had once bore from your mother, you and your dragon barely escaped the Kingsguard once they realized you were fleeing.

As you dismounted, the weight of everything; your nephew’s death, the cruelty of your brother, of your own mother - heavier than any burden you had ever borne. Perhaps, you considered as you entered the throne room of Dragonstone, you have always bore this burden. Fated, in a way, to lose and lose and lose.

A tremendous effort, truly, to grasp at who you’d always known, always revered, always idolized: Your sister.

Her charm, the sharpness of her wit, the fierce love of all her children; something you envied quite often in your youth, something you’d come to recognize as jealousy of Lucerys and Jacaerys and their brothers. Something you’d been told to hate and scorn - by the very woman who saw you completely indifferently.

It was two weeks after Lucerys was killed that you found yourself entering the hall to Dragonstone, hands shaking and in a panic.

Your younger sister’s words; they echo still in your head, as alive and distant as they’d been the first time she’d murmured them those weeks ago, after Rhaenys had broken from King’s Landing. The butterfly escapes the web, but the dragon’s breath will singe its wings.

The great hall was thickened with grief; it seemed to drip from the obsidian slates, trail behind your cloak as you’d staggered, ragged and panicked.

Your Queen sister Rhaenyra stood at the head of the room, her commanding presence shadowed by sorrow - the faces of those gathered were similar, and you quickly found the eyes of Jacaerys, standing beside his mother.

It was years ago you last saw him, and he had grown quite more than you’d expected. His own grief was worn like a cloak - eyes hollow with the recent loss of his brother, a fury swirling within. You had to fight not to look away - though it’s been two-and-half years, he looks much different; hair, longer and curled around his jaw - eyes angry, shoulders full and tall. Lips that part slightly in a sharp inhale of shock when he registers your own figure - whom he likely assumed he’d never see again.

There was a moment, suspended in air; a breath, the fluttering of lashes, in which you remembered the fond times of your adolescence with the boy. Picking apples in an orchard; stumbling from your dragons with wind-stained cheeks and small laughter; tickling his younger brother until he screamed, Jace and you laughing yourselves sick. It was as if an entire lifetime had passed in their faint memory, tainted by the embarrassment of growing up and the humiliation by your brothers. You're not sure you've seen Jacaerys laugh since you were four and ten.

Jacaerys’ eyes snapped away from you as they grew full of some kind of emotion; you were too exhausted to decipher, instead, taking weak steps forward.

You'd wondered what they saw when you stepped forward, kneeling before Rhaenyra, your voice clear and unwavering. “I proclaim Rhaenyra Targaryen as the true heir to the Iron Throne. I bend the knee and swear my allegiance to her.”

There had been many things said - murmurs, rippling; to send you to the cells, to feed you to the dragons. Rhaenyra’s voice was sharp. “Why should we believe you?”

You’d met the pain in her eyes with some of your own, exhausted by the journey, hand streaked in blood from your wounds. “I am no loved daughter of Alicent’s,” you’d protested, your voice trembling with emotion. “I have never been trusted by any of them besides my father, least of all my grandsire Hightower nor my mother. I was a pawn, I-”

It was Jacaerys’ voice you remember most, sharp and accusing. “You expect us to believe you, now, when Lucerys is dead?”

Your heart ached at the mention of Luke, but you'd pressed on. “I was left behind in a pit of snakes.” You’d turned to your half-sister Rhaenyra, your voice breaking as you continued, “Betrayed by my own family after my brother usurped your throne. I watched them tear us apart for their ambitions.”

Rhaenys - the vision of her, nearly burning you all to death in the Dragonpit after the coronation of your brother; she had stepped forward, discussed with the Queen and Daemon and the others. You, swallowing as your boots made to swipe over the blood pooling from your arm to the stone floor.

Rhaenyra had not believed you - none of them truly did, and you expected as such. Somehow in the sorrow of her gaze, there was something, a softening - memories of all the court whispers about you as a youth. Unfair and dishonorable as they were, it is all in the past now.

Your Queen would not betray you the way your mother had.

“We will listen to what you have to say,” she said, her voice resolute. “For now, let us have your wounds attended to.”

You’d rose, eyes wide with the mercy your sister showed you; the room around you had buzzed with cautious acceptance. Jacaerys was gone before you even rose to your feet.

IT WAS MORE THAN A WEEK BEFORE HE SPOKE TO YOU.

It was a week of loneliness; in the cells below the Dragonstone keep, the only company dripping walls and spare rats.

Even in the days following your proved devotion, in which you’d laid out plainly to the Queen’s council a recount of how you’d escaped and what the Greens were plotting; though you’ve proven not to be a spy, just one phantom limb remains of your sister’s humming musings through the Red Keep of your mind: The butterfly escapes the web, but the dragon’s breath will singe its wings.

It was more than a week until you chose to seek Jacaerys out; he, as you well understand, has taken the worst to your presence, avoiding you and missing each supper you happen to attend after being appointed your own quarters and freed from your prisoner status.

And even in the sparse interactions you find, you can see the concern, the sorrow in his mother’s eyes; Jacaerys is grieving. He hovers away from people, avoiding eye contact - quick to anger, lost of that level-headedness he’d grown into as a young man.

All that seems to remain is fire.

It becomes too much one day, at a council you were asked to speak in - Jacaerys walking in, taking one look; turning around and leaving with no more than a glare and a clench of the jaw.

You find him later, sparring against a dummy; sword freshly polished, you allow yourself a moment to gather your thoughts. It is with anxious eyes that you prepare your emotions, trying to curb the part of you that wishes to build up that same armor your older brother has; That slimy urge, that desire under your mother’s loathing glare, to poke and prod until you were noticed, even if for the worst.

“Jacaerys.” You say, hoping your voice curls out less than deriding as you make your way towards him. A flicker of anger, but he does not stop.

“Would you leave me be?” Jacaerys snaps, throwing back a gaze like a dagger. You clear your throat, the hatred in his voice curdling any semblance of calm you have and replacing it with that beastly panic; the one which makes you act foolish.

You trace the dummy behind him with the tip of your finger, tensing your jaw.

“Well,” you start quietly, avoiding the casual sting of memory with your facade, “I must always be somebody’s problem, yes?”

He freezes for a moment - recognition, perhaps, of that night; that it was you, who’d overheard their discussion. He turns slightly, not fully giving you his full attention, before he turns back to his sparring dummy, striking it with a ferocity that reveals the depth of his grief. “You always were a thorn in my side,” he mutters, his voice thick with emotion.

You wish it didn’t still hurt, after all the years.

“And you were always a self-righteous Prince,” you retort, your own anger simmering beneath the surface. “But here we are, fighting for the same cause.” You sigh, determined to let him vent his anger if it means he might find some measure of peace. “Isn’t that something?”

This indeed garners attention. “Do not try to relate to me. You have no idea what it’s like to lose a brother.” Jacaerys growls, his strikes becoming more erratic.

“You’re right,” you say quietly, stepping closer but keeping a respectful distance, wary of the greatsword he yields with surprising strength. “I don’t. But I know what it’s like to lose everything else.”

He pauses, his chest heaving with exertion and emotion, as he turns to you. “You think you can just waltz here, switch sides, and everything will be forgiven?” His voice is thick with emotion; jaw clenched, chest heaving, the wind whips his hair and nips at the red of his cheeks. You nearly mention that his mother the Queen had been the one to decide your fate, to show mercy - but then, he opens his mouth again and it stings more than a wound in the ocean.

“That you can replace my brother?”

It hurts. You’ve seen how things have changed - there is no light in the castle, no smiles; downtrodden, solemn; you ache for their pain, for the loss of your sweet nephew. Lucerys took with him the hearts of everyone.

You shake your head. “I don’t want to replace anyone,” you snap, your façade cracking. “I came here to help, to do what’s right. I’ve lost too, Jace-” The nickname from your childhood - back when the extent of your adversary was when he pulled your hair or you tripped him in the hall - slips from your lips without trying. It feels wrong, though - foreign. Cold. “My family, my home...” You add.

“Your family?” he interrupts, his voice rising. “The same family that killed my brother?”

The truth stings, and you feel your own anger rising to meet him. “Do you think I chose to be born into that vipers’ nest? I risked everything to be here, to stand with you. To stand with my sister.”

“Stand with us.” He scoffs, shaking his head as anger boils; he takes a step towards you as you feel a speck of rain hit your nose. “You’re nothing but a traitor. Scorned because you couldn’t marry your brother the Usurper. A snake in dragon’s clothing.”

Your teeth clench. “A golden cage is still a cage.” You defend, the air cooling as the night dawns; a few tears fall upon your shoulders, splattering Jacaerys’ armor with rain from the heavens.

This only makes him shake his head, sighing. “You’re nothing but a puppet, dancing on strings pulled by whoever promises you a bit of power.” He snaps. Fury flashes through you, blinding you to his obvious pain.

“And you’re a fool, Jacaerys.”

A mistake, surely. Somewhere in the back of your head, you know that in another world, your mother would have struck you across the face for saying such a thing to anybody.

Before you can react, a sword is staring down your nose, pointing at you with a shaking hand. “Say that again,” Jacaerys dares you, his voice trembling with barely restrained fury. You swallow thickly, heartbeat thundering though you know there is no real danger.

You stare at the blade, then back at him, your own fear overridden by a surge of defiance. “You won’t hurt me, Jace-” you say softly, stepping closer.

“-Don’t call me that.” He snaps, eyes rimmed with simmering tears.

You hold your hands up, nodding, “Nephew.” You mend, tilting your head.

His jaw ticks but you sully on, concerned this may be the only way to break through to him. He doesn’t move, his eyes locked on yours. Slowly, you reach out and grab the blade with your bare hand, the sharp edge slicing into your skin.

It stings and you try not to wince; Blood drips down your fingers slowly, crimson tears over your veins. The rain picks up; its soft whispers against the tumultuous waters of the ocean.

“Do it,” you whisper, your voice fierce. “Prove to me that you’re nothing more than your anger and grief. Show me that you’re just as lost as the rest of us.”

Tears well up in Jacaerys’ eyes, his grip on the sword faltering. Eyes flickering between your face and the blood that trickles from your hand, you can see the weight of his guilt and sorrow becomes too much to bear.

“I cannot understand your grief,” You whisper, “But I can help avenge him.”

Something snaps; with a choked gasp, he lets his grip go slack - your hand falls from the blade with a release of a breath you didn’t know you’d held.

“I’m sorry.”

EVENTUALLY, YOU COULD NOT HIDE FROM EACH OTHER.

There came a night - after a simmer of stalemate in the edges of war, where your Queen and council at Dragonstone finally found yourselves at the hall’s long dining table.

Adorned with flickering torches and banners bearing the sigil of House Targaryen, the wide walls cast a warm, flickering glow over the assembled company. Flanked by her sons and Daemon, Queen Rhaenyra sits at the head. You, sitting across from Baela and regrettably besides Jacaerys, find yourself rather out of place and uncomfortable - the buzzing anger seems to rove off the man beside you in waves, these days. You nearly feel the searing gaze that burns a hole through your head.

For the first course, things remain; you, alight with the story Baela recounts of her cat chasing a rat through the kitchens, nearly forget where you are. Clinking of glassware and silver; though nobody seems to eat much these days, the hearth is full and there is more life than there has been on Dragonstone in weeks.

A burning sensation permeates you by the second course; silent unless spoken to, Jacaerys remains on your right, near his mother and across from Daemon. He throws daggers concealed as glances to you, but by the time you become fully aware, it is too late.

The heat of his silence, directed just a bit lower than your visage, makes your stomach turn.

You dare spare a glance and nearly startle at the snap of caught eyes; a low, hidden beast that stirs within your abdomen at having caught him. His eyes flicker away from where they’d perched - centered near the neckline of your dress - you could laugh in disbelief.

Lest he find accompaniment elsewere; the castle is large enough, he handsome and kind enough - there would surely be no shortage of women ready to entertain his sights. Your jaw sets - you know why. The Prince, despite his cold disposition towards you, is too honorable.

Huffing gently, you allow a quick roll of your eyes, telling yourself that when you cross your arms, it is in vexation. Certainly not to see if his eyes will land upon the subtle line of your cleavage again, and ignoring the creatures in your stomach that certainly aren’t butterflies.

It is only minutes before attention is called to Jace from someone down the table - a question you neither heard nor much cared to have repeated; yet he stirs, startled at the voice, and as you turn you meet his guilty eyes again.

His cheeks are pink; yours heat with something you tell yourself is anger, schooling the desire that begins to leak through the chinks in your armor.

“Unbelievable.” You hiss, wary that his ears pick up on your word - that nobody else does.

There is nothing wrong, objectively, to feel flattered when a handsome man admires your beauty, you tell yourself. Even if it’s the stare of a man who refuses to speak to you. You spend several minutes trying to convince yourself of your own words.

You dine on meat and vegetables; a cup of wine that you sip on while listening to Rhaenys discuss politely with the Queen, until falling into your own soft conversation, halted and unsure.

Jacaerys’ eyes roam you again - it is only then that you finally sigh, dropping your fork gently to your side. “Kostilus lua aōha laesi naejot aōla, Dārilaros?” You snap smally, hiding your voice; it is only partially effective, as the eyes of Daemon and his daughters catch on your glare. Would you keep your eyes to yourself, my Prince?

When his eyes flicker to yours, there is an embarrassment; good, you think. But his lips quirk in some small cruel smile as he shakes his head, looking elsewhere.

It leaves you unsettled and with a flicker of curiosity, of hunger, within you.

“That gown is stunning.” Rhaena compliments, eyes wide as she takes in your new dress; an entire new wardrobe has been commissioned for you, of course - you’ve been borrowing garments and getting by with the few dresses the servants found in the dredges of the castle as to avoid any reminder of your previous prison.

It is indeed a stunning gown; you wish to be the one who boasts the skills of the beautiful needlepoint, but it was one of the sweet handmaids assigned to you who created it- a silver dragon inlaid with silver chains; clasps to the front with a pleasant black satin beneath.

“That is very kind, Rhaena,” You smile gently, pleased to have heard such complimentary words. Small conversations around the table on either side of you; though you can feel Jacaerys’ stare upon you like the heat of a dragon’s breath once more.

You think you can ignore the scrutiny, and you do for several seconds: until Jacaerys leans forward slightly, his voice carrying just enough to reach your ears.

"Tell me, aunt," he begins, a smirk playing at his lips that leaves you on edge, "is it true that your taste in fashion matches your taste in allegiances?” His head tilts, unkind eyes burning with the blood you share behind them, “A bit confused, I presume."

His words land like a slap; mostly as they draw a momentary hush from the table, quiet as they were. Embarrassed, you find a rise of indignation and annoyance within you, stung by the jab at your attire and loyalty. “Funny, I didn’t notice you paying much attention to my fashion until tonight, nephew.” You jab back, raising a brow.

He is only momentarily thrown off; always just as quick to fire as you. Two sides of the same mad coin, perhaps. “Oh, I noticed,” he says, tone dripping with sarcasm, “It’s hard to miss when someone dresses as if they’re trying to hide the stains of betrayal with a new cloak-”

Queen Rhaenyra’s voice cuts through the air, firm and commanding as a bolt of electricity. “Jacaerys, enough,” she commands, gaze hardening. “We are here to enjoy a meal, not to indulge in petty squabbles.”

Jacaerys’ stare is hard at his mother, his cheeks aflame. You focus yourself on the empty plate in front of you that awaits dessert; you are no longer hungry. A soft brush of a foot under the table has your eyes glancing up against the anger and humiliation - Baela sends a gentle smile, some kind of apology. You send a soft nod back, grateful.

“A word outside, Jace.” His mother demands, rising from the table; all of you follow suit, but the Queen waves you down, nodding regally. “Do not hold up, we’ll just be a minute.”

Jacaerys follows; jaw set, eyes sharp as he stalks out of the room with his mother, leaving a tense silence in their wake.

YOU COULD NOT BEAR TO STAY FOR DESSERT.

Excusing yourself, you’re tearing out the hall, gasping as panic and humiliation threatens to choke you. Some sick twist of survivor’s guilt echoes in your heart - The butterfly escapes the web, but the dragon’s breath will singe its wings.

You almost snap at Helaena’s voice in your mind to shut up - catching yourself, you lean against the hallway, taking a deep breath. Anger and hurt war within you, a storm of emotions that threaten to spill over.

And you will not allow anybody to witness such weakness.

Not moments later the doors to the hall open and slam shut; one pair of footsteps echo in the hall, exiting the dining room - you dare to crane your head and see which other guest is tired of the meal.

Jacaerys storms towards his quarters - revenge swirls within you as you push yourself up from the stone pillar, smoothing your hair before stalking after him. You follow him through the winding halls - nearly to his chambers, you’re unable to hold back any longer.

“Jacaerys.”

He halts abruptly, turning to face you with a mixture of irritation and surprise. “You didn’t need to follow me,” he snaps, edged with anger and something else you couldn’t quite place.

“I wanted to,” you replied evenly, your voice tinged with irritation as you carry yourself closer, until you can see the heaving of his chest under that dark doublet, the clenched jaw just below the dark curls of hair. “To see if you had more kind words to say about my attire. You seemed to be enjoying it earlier.” You snap.

The glare he gives you nearly turns your heart into a gallop; in the flickering light, he has never looked more handsome, and it makes you all the more angry.

He does not say anything; turning, his pace picks up as he stalks to the door of his quarters. You follow him in a blind desire to show him what he’s done.

You wish your voice wasn’t so laced with hurt as you call to him in the dark once more:

“Do you enjoy humiliating me in front of everyone?”

He stops abruptly just as his hand reaches for the iron knob to his chambers, turning to face you with a mixture of anger and defensiveness. “Humiliating you?” he repeats incredulously. “I asked a simple question.”

You can see the obvious lie within his eyes - of course he does not believe his own words.

“You are a child,” you snap, the anger boiling over. “Hiding behind your jests because you’re too afraid to confront your own feelings.”

Jacaerys’s jaw clenches, his expression hardening at the words. “It’s not my fault you can’t take a little teasing.”

You scoff, incredulous. “You’ve always had a talent for belittling me, even when we were betrothed.”

“We’re not betrothed—” Jacaerys starts, but you cannot bear to hear it. You cannot bear to hear anybody else affirm what you’ve felt your whole life. “-and I thank the Gods every day for it,” you snarl back, cutting off his sentence with a sharp retort.

Jacaerys’s jaw tightens, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and something deeper, more conflicted. He takes a step closer, his voice low and strained as he slides away from his doorway. “You drive me mad, do you know that?” His voice is a strained whisper, barely containing the storm of emotions within him.

You’re faced with his full height - taller still than the last time you saw him years ago, chest out like a soldier, chin up like the heir he is; your throat dries at the smell of his soap.

“Good,” you retort, your breath hitching. “At least then you know how I’ve felt all these years.”

There’s a charged silence, the air between you thick with tension - Jacaerys’ gaze drops to your lips, lingering there for a moment too long before snapping back to your eyes and you feel it; that pull, that angry heat that makes you unsure if you’d rather strike him or taste him against your lips.

You’re not betrothed, you remind yourself. Why does the sentiment not comfort you, but instead strike a deep longing within you?

He recovers; a dusting of a heated flush over his cheeks as he shakes his head. “You have no idea how I feel.” He snaps, eyes searching you. When you hesitate, he steps even closer, breath warm against your face. You’re suddenly incredibly aware of your proximity - the heat of his body nearly pressed against yours, the arousal that drips from you and pools under your skirts; evidence of your traitorous heart. You’re supposed to be mad. Angry.

You laugh incredulously, “You think I don’t feel anything every time you look at me like that?” You hiss, gesturing with your chin to his eyes, molten with some poorly concealed desire - a heat, a craving. The way his eyes dip, lower - to your chest, heaving with the exertion of your boiled over desire, to your lips, chewed and ripe.

He swallows hard; you watch the apple of his throat move and subconsciously, your tongue moves to swipe over your bottom lip.

His eyes dance with the motion; a muscle ticks in his jaw. “Why must you make me feel these things?” he growls, his voice low; it stirs the dangerous desiring beast that remains low in your abdomen. Arousal, its fierce and wanting claws, gnaw at your ribcage. “I hate that you have this power over me.” He says, voice quieter - the stare of a Prince, begging for something.

Power over him? Your heart races against your ribcage and you are forced to blink in confusion.

“I’m sorry.” You breathe, “I did not choose this. Betrayed by a loveless family and fighting constantly with the man I was one day betrothed to marry."

Jacaerys’s eyes burn bright, “Do you think it was any easier for me? Watching you, wanting you, and knowing that you were always just out of reach?”

You sneer at his audacity, the bitterness rising in your throat. “Out of reach? You pushed me away every chance you got. We were betrothed at two and ten, Jacaerys, and are nearly twice that age now and yet you still refuse to speak to me without raising your voice.”

His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, mirroring your own. “We were children. I did not know what I wanted.”

“And what is it you want now, Jace?” you challenge, your voice dropping to a whisper.

Your hand seems to have a mind of its own, raising - but Jace’s hand snaps out to clutch your wrist, holding it tight in the suspended thick air. His brows raise - in a teasing manner, one that has your heartbeat thrumming through your veins. “You know what I want.”

The hand gripping your wrist pulls you closer as you utter the words, his eyes darkened in the empty hall. "Then stop fighting me." You hiss.

His grip on your wrist tightens, and for a moment, the world narrows to just the two of you, the heat between you almost unbearable. He looks into your eyes, his gaze searching, desperate - for a heartbeat, you think he might push you away.

Instead, his lips crash against yours in a sharp intake of breath, the slope of his nose bumping against yours, teeth clashing; all you feel is the fire of his touch, the slight shudder in his chest as your hands snake to the nape of his neck, threading through the locks of curls which lie above his doublet.

His teeth nip against your lip; a mistake, unintentional as you feel the pent-up frustration and anger within him - nevertheless it sparks a rove of desire through you, keening towards his touch as you press up into his embrace.

He’s pushed you against the door to his chambers; the wood, digging into your back, is suddenly gone as his hand struggles against the doorknob and your balance is fully thrown.

Stumbling back, robbed from Jace’s fiery grasp, you yelp - into his chambers, he takes you in his hands again, catching you before you stumble. In your peripherals, you see his foot shove the door shut, a resounding echo down the halls, swallowing up the short burst of desire you’d both shown.

His cheeks are nearly as red as the doublet he wears; hands pulling you closer by your neck and back. Slowly grows a satisfaction in your gaze - you let yourself smirk. “Flustered, dear nephew?”

His eyes search you for a moment, and the teasing look on your face melts under his stare. A hand reaches out, grasping your jaw - a surprising action, one that dries your throat as his chest heaves, watching you with some new ire. “You are quite beautiful like this.” He observes, as if he’s just read it in one of his lessons; like it has always been known.

The heat that floods to your face and chest causes you to squirm - standing, still, under his watchful gaze and soft grip on your face. A small smile, one that teases a trace of dimples in the firelight. A smile that makes your stomach flip and your heat pulse.

“It seems quite easy to have you flustered too, Sodjisto.” Aunt. You resist a shiver - High Valyrian drips from his lips like the rolling of waves on a rocky shore; it ignites desire heavily, coating you in a sense of need.

You dare not let him speak any longer.

Stumbling, your lips catch his once more - you, experienced only in the base pleasures you’d found in days sneaking off with young men in the shadows of the Red Keep; his own lips, somewhere similarly between confident and unsure. It is a comfort to you.

It does not seem, as Jacaerys presses you against the post of his bed, that he is wholly inexperienced as your brother implied those years ago; The thought flares you with some kind of envious bitter sigh as his hands dare to trail lower.

A gasp is pulled from you when the fingers of his right hand tug your thigh up, hooking it over his hip - a bold move, one that presses the lines of your body impossibly close, and you feel a distinct hardness to his own desire between his hips. You wish he does not hear the hitch in your breath as his own hips slide against your heat; as your legs tremble with the ache of need.

Blunt nails trace the bare of your thigh as he slips a palm under your dress skirts, raising a wake of shivering want from your body. One hand tugs his hair; a hiss from between his teeth as his head tilts back, glancing up to the Gods as if to thank them and curse them in the same breath. His hips buck against yours in pleasure and you bite back a moan at the friction.

In the flickering of the hearth, Jacaerys’ throat is smooth, freshly shaven; on display for you. Your lips find the skin of him before your teeth do, soothing over the bites you leave in their wake.

He groans your name - it is like a song, a praise, a prayer.

You swallow your burning desire when his fingers, climbing up the inside of your trembling thigh, graze your cunt tentatively. “Jace,” You gasp, keening sharply, throbbing though the touch was light and forgetting.

He drinks up the attention, the power - as if he was born for it.

Humming, the man before you tilts his head, waves of hair glinting as you pull back from his jaw. “Iksos konīr mirros ao jaelagon?” He whispers innocently, lips nearly pouting as he watches you. Is there something you want?

Your throat dries at the timber of his voice, tongue curling deliciously as your ancestral language tumbles, still wobbly and half sure, from his lips. You understand it all the same.

In a heated attempt to save your dignity, you push your hips against his, feeling the length of his cock against your lower abdomen, a low whine from your lips.

He lets his fingers brush against your cunt again, gathering a moisture that coaxes a smug grin on his face. You’re unsure if the flicker of pleasure is from the stare he gives you, or his touch. “Ivestragon issa.” He demands, voice so commanding and honorable; tell me.

Your breath is regretfully shaky when you catch his stare, your own hand sliding out from his hair, clutching him close by the red doublet. “Renigon issa,” You whisper in reply, cheeks aflame with his sudden commanding presence. Touch me.

This seems to please the Prince; in a flash of pleasure within his eyes, you catch a boyish relief - as if concerned that your actions leading up to this moment were somehow tainted. As if you did not live half your life expecting to be his forever.

He shows you a quick mercy as he presses against you again, a moan swallowed by him as you exhale onto his lips, tugging him close by the curl of his hair. Long, slender fingers press against your mound, sliding down lower to where you ache for him, your thigh closing in on him to pull yourselves closer.

“I crave you,” You whisper against his lips. A short groan before he whispers against you, “Lie on the bed.”

You do, heart in your throat; still fully dressed, you lie and stutter your inhale at the sudden scent of Jace within the sheets; an intoxicating presence more strong than any wine you’ve ever tasted.

Your pleasure is curbed, however, as you watch Jacaerys instead drop to his knees, holding your stare.

You swallow as you pull up onto elbows, buzzing in excitement, confusion. “What are you doing?”

He chooses to ignore you; palms calloused from sword wielding slide once again, ruching your skirts until they gather at your hips. Flushed, your cunt is exposed to the air of the room and to the gaze of your nephew, knelt just before you.

“My cousin was right,” He chooses to mutter instead, barely audible over the pounding of your heart. His eyes break away from yours to roam over every inch of your body before him - the curve of your breasts, heaving in the firelight. “This dress is quite something.”

You’re unsure how to handle yet another compliment - just as you begin to respond, “Th-thank-”

You let out a sharp moan, jolting against the mattress below you and arching your spine.

His lips have pressed a chaste kiss against your womanhood, sending jolts of pleasure through you. Hands, trembling, find his hair as he presses another kiss against you, palms moving to tug your thighs. You gasp as he lifts them until he is firmly settled between your legs, thighs resting upon broad shoulders.

You nearly smack his head when his tongue, hungry and curious, licks a fat stripe through your seam, gathering your nectar against him and nudging your pearl with the tip. “Gods, Jace-” You tug harshly instead, hips unable to cease as they move against him.

It is nothing you have ever felt in your life. Streaks of hot pleasure, of ecstasy, desire- they flood you, tensing your muscles and shaking your legs.

A swirl of his tongue over your bundle of nerves and you gasp, head thrown back onto the mattress. You resist the urge of pleasure that coaxes your eyes to roll back, instead forcing yourself to look - look, at the lewd way Jacaerys eats your cunt, eyes dark and watching for the signs of your pleasure.

The sound of you against his mouth has your face burning; a pleasure you cannot control as his tongue circles your entrance - clenching around nothing, begging for him. “How did you-” Your gasp is ragged, tugging at the strands of hair between your fingers as your hips buck. “Learn of this?”

A gasp, a raspy moan of his own as you tug his hair tight; the sound you wish to keep for yourself forever in your lewdest, darkest fantasies. “The North,” he utters, barely bringing his lips away from your glistening heat as if he can barely stand to stop. Though there is a low burning sense within you, a flutter within you at his eager ministrations against you - breath warm, wanting. “Have you a sweetheart up there, my Prince?” You ask, curbing the envy that curls green and dangerously in your voice.

You can feel the smirk of Jace’s hum against your cunt; it sends a rove of arousal through you. “You ought to learn to hide your jealousy better.” He mutters, lips brushing against your pearl and sending your back arching; forearms hold your thighs, tongue delving deeper to spread your leaking desire, sliding within you as his nose presses your sensitive bud. You near the very edge of some ecstatic revelation - unable to voice it, you instead maintain the short clips of conversation that feel much too casual.

“I had thought you would have more honor, dear nephew.” You’re sure it is supposed to come out as an insult - instead it falls with a small type of sadness, a melancholy despite the pleasure he delivers. A lingering voice in your head, that sounds much like your mother’s: you sin.

Jacaerys’ tongue slows as he pulls away, lips shining in such a vulgar way you nearly cast your glance aside. His breath hits you and sends your eyes rolling in pleasure.

“I’ve been with others,” he admits, his eyes not quite meeting yours either. “But never… fully.”

His cheeks are once again that sweet rose pink; pursing his lips, he looks up at you from his position between your thighs, hair mussed and curls wild from your hands. It is a sight so endearing you nearly look away once more.

“I wouldn’t -“ A clear of his throat, “It is the honorable thing to do, to save myself for-” He stops the thought, though, his eyes laced with that same pain you have come to know.

Your face warms - was he about to say you? Or to his future betrothed, whomever she may be?

Swallowing thickly, you nod, letting your head fall back. “I’ve never... I’ve been waiting too.” You admit to his ceiling, trying hard not to breathe in the deep scent of his soaps and cologne that lie within the bed’s sheets.

He seems to be forgiving this evening; with a breath of air that stirs a shiver of pleasure over your molten core, he hums. “Enough.” He utters, “If you can still talk, my job is not yet finished.”

And so he resumes; with a gasp of air, you whimper his name, thighs closing in around his head. Lips, full and wanting, mouth at you; moving again to your entrance, he pulls away just enough for you to jolt as one long finger gathers up the mix of your essence and his own saliva.

He will not tear his eyes away as he watches his own digit prod against you; you whimper, clenching in need, as he shushes you against your sensitive pearl. The vibrations make you jolt, and it is with a sweet, low moan that you feel his finger slide deep into your heat. He hums a low sound into you that sends your toes curling, nails dragging against his scalp as you push him further against you.

He slides another finger into you after just a few seconds - no more patience, perhaps, or he can tell the way you squeeze him that you will not last much longer. Your head thrashes against the sheets as two long fingers curl deep inside you; hitting that sweet spot that makes your breath hitch and your ankles kick against his clothed back. Arms pulling tighter, he pins you to the mattress, eyes fluttering shut as he grazes his teeth against your pearl

Any semblance of propriety or honor is gone; out into the quiet of the halls, as Jacaerys takes you apart with his tongue and fingers.

It is near minutes before you’re kicking, bucking your hips as a slight fear of the impending feeling roves through your abdomen. Heat licks through you as his nose nudges your sensitive nub; you shake your head slightly, “It’s- I’m going to-”

“Good,” He affirms, barely looking up from his ministrations, his cadence just as desperate as your own. You let out a low moan of his name, tugging his hair until he looks up at you; you shake your head, the ecstasy nearly too much, right on the precipice-

But he instead chooses to mock you, nodding yes as you shake your head furiously - the feeling is nearly about to make you burst; with a gasp, you whimper, “Jace-”

His voice is low, speaking into you as his thumb rubs against your sensitive cunt, “Gaomagon daor vīlībagon ziry, Sodjisto.” His words evoke the emotions from before: Desire, heat, hunger, some kind of anger. Do not fight it, aunt.

So you don’t.

Instead, you let out a sharp cry of ecstasy as you begin to tremor, desire pulsing from you more than you’ve ever known. Jace mutters against your clammy thigh, nipping at the soft plush of your thighs, “Fuck,” He utters. If you were any more composed you might find yourself shocked at his swear; always more than composed until provoked to action, it is unlike Prince Jacaerys - though, as you release your vice-grip on his curls, heaving a sigh as you ride out your pleasure, you’re not truly surprised at all.

You still shake slightly, unable to stop your body in the aftermath of such a high; even as you lean forward, crashing your lips against his own, tasting your essence upon his lips, his chin.

YOU LEAVE HIS CHAMBERS WITH SHAKY LEGS AND HIS ARM BRUSHING YOUR OWN.

You’d insisted, despite whatever foolish trysts you’d allowed yourselves in the heat of anger, that you could make your way back to your own quarters fine on your own.

Though, after he’d wiped his face and brushed a hand through his curls, he’d melted back into that Prince, the kind, chivalrous one who shook his head, eyes still alight with something like bashfulness.

How you wished to pay back the favor as he’d risen from between your legs, his arousal more than evident through his trousers; he’d denied, mentioning it would only be so long before your handmaids sent the guards to find you.

And so you walk in the eerie silence, ignoring the heat in your cheeks or the brushing of your knuckles against his.

When you arrive in front of your quarters, Jacaerys’ hand catches your arm gently. You look at him, unsure whether to expect mercy or anger.

"I owe you an apology," He begins, voice tinged with a rare vulnerability. "For the way I've treated you, especially in these trying times. My grief... it clouded my judgment."

You meet his gaze, watching as guilt and sincerity etch themselves in his brow. "I understand," you reply softly, your voice laced with empathy, "I know the pain runs deep, and I'm forever regretful, forever sorry for the role my family played in all of this." You purse your lips, gathering the courage to continue, "And I, too, have harbored resentment," you confess, your voice catching slightly. "For the misunderstandings, the hurt I had not realized I inflicted."

He nods solemnly, the lines of tension in his face softening marginally. "I do believe I let anger cloud my perception of you."

You can only lift one shoulder, your skin glowing in the light of the moon as you offer him a small smile. His face - soft, pale, regal - watches you.

"I never… planned for..” His face is soon pink, a soft grin hidden away. You swallow, shaking your head with a faint, nostalgic smile at the thought of past wounds.

"Nor I," you admit softly, your gaze drifting to the moonlit courtyard beyond the arched windows; beyond, a roaring sea. "But perhaps it was inevitable, given our history."

A flicker of something in his face before he turns back to you, sending a soft smile. Dimples grow shyly in the moonlight, “Maybe so.”

part two

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PANTONE 2046 C

Genre: Fluff, #ZoeAppreciationWeek

Pairing: Zouxie

Summary: The Pink Hair Origin Story (alternatively also the Blue Hair Origin Story)

Word Count: 2788

Author's Note: First day of Zoe Appreciation Week! Wanted to participate so have this not so little one shot to showcase our lovely pink haired witch <3

"Wow, the dye came out really nicely," Zoe murmurs as Douxie exits the bathroom, his hair freshly blown dry -- from its tips to the full bangs dipped in a deep yet striking blue. He smiles widely at the quiet compliment and waves over to Archie.

"How does it look Arch?" they ask, though the answer is pretty clear, if Archie's fond gaze is anything to go by. The familiar flies in to nuzzle his face.

"Dashing as ever, Douxie."

Zoe leans back into the couch with content, taking in the beautiful sight that is her best friend. She did really good. The faint buzz of adrenaline lingers on the pads of her fingers. Right, she forgot. That was her first time.

"Are. You. Crazy? I've never even dyed hair before!" the natural brown haired girl hissed. She begrudgingly wiped the bubblegum that had exploded over her lips -- a result from the initial shock when Douxie first made his request. Granted, she felt honored that they would come to her before anyone else, but still! She can't risk ruining his hair, she doesn't have experience, plus the hair salon could totally do it better and-

"I'd rather it be you than anyone else," the wizard confirmed firmly. Zoe turned to the familiar. Surely the cat who lived with this stubborn kid could knock some sense into them. Archie could only provide a shrug in response.

"They're pretty sure about this."

She groaned.

"Fine, fine! But give me a few days unless you want me to pick out the wrong dye and end up with neon green."

[ 1 Week Later ]

Zoe couldn't keep track of just how many hair channels and blogs she'd gone through. She mimicked their hand movements, using cheap wigs and mannequin heads to simulate the experience. Through it all, one voice echoed the same message: "You can't mess this up."

She bought all the necessary tools. Gloves, hair clips, bleach, foil, just to name a few. Oh, and of course the dye -- though you'll be surprised how one can forget the simplest things while getting caught up in trying to memorize everything. Blue, Douxie had asked for. But what kind of blue? Sky blue? Cobalt? Midnight? Which one? She pinched the bridge of her nose before angrily texting the wizard. It went a little something like this:

DOUX: go with whatever you think will look good! i'm fine with anything tbh :]

ZOE: i Hate you so much

DOUX: ??? WHY

ZOE: IDK SHIT ABOUT HAIR DYE HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT LOOKS GOOD

DOUX: let's talk about this in person before you electrocute your phone again

ZOE: you won't let me live that down will you

DOUX: you know me so well ;)

She shoved the phone back in her pocket. There's no way she was actually doing this for him.

She was.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?" she asked for what would be around the 73rd time. Douxie pulled his face down with both hands.

"Ugh, the answer is still yes, love. I'm not asking you to dye the whole thing, just the front part, bangs and sides."

She rolls her eyes at the nickname and smacks the clean brush against his head. She smiles at the little 'ow' that Douxie lets out with a pout. Hm, cute.

"Alright, but don't start moping around if it doesn't come out the way you wanted it!"

"Nothing that a little magic can't fix if it gets to that point. Which I hardly believe it will."

And now here they are.

Douxie crashes on the couch with Zoe, slinging an arm over her shoulders. She raises an eyebrow at the sudden physical touch, but it's never unwelcome. Not when it comes to him.

"You know of all human creations, I gotta say, this one really takes the cake," they start and Zoe snorts.

"You say that about nearly everything."

"Can you blame me?"

She looks at them and no, she really can't. In fact, she finds herself agreeing with him. He looks... really nice. A faint blush spreads over her face; not that it is noticeable by any means -- the two of them happen to have done this dying process starting from the evening to night, so the dim lights in her home do little to highlight her features. This is still her Douxie, lovable guitarist and wizard nerd who cares about everyone. Yet there was something about the hair dye that changed things up a bit. Something good, naturally.

The two of them fall into a comfortable silence, doing whatever is usually available. Sometimes it's texting, scrolling through social media, or listening to music. Other times it's zoning off and reminiscing about the past.

Zoe decides to go for her phone, unconscious of the way her hand finds its way into Douxie's hair, carding through the locks and untangling them with nimble fingers. It's peaceful. Maybe even a little too peaceful, considering the two of them are adrenaline junkies.

"Douxie, I can hear you thinking..." she begins. It's a common way to start the conversation between them, and oftentimes she's right.

He turns around, her hand still in his hair, but enough to meet her eyes. Their own eyes look serious and her heart sinks. Were they not happy with their hair?

The answer is quite the opposite.

"You ever considered dying your hair too? Maybe we can match."

The untangling stops.

And then the tugging starts.

"Ow ow ow-"

"Hisirdoux Casperan you are a menace to society."

She does though. She considers it for weeks. Of course, Douxie doesn't push; it's her hair at the end of the day, she can do whatever she likes. But after seeing how well she did with the wizard, she kinda felt excited. She definitely can't forget the exhilaration she felt when she saw people compliment Douxie at Benoit's or at the GDT book store. Her heart started beating faster when he looked back at her with a proud smile on his face-- damn that wizard, they told the others that she did it for them, didn't they?

After a few days, a young girl in a cap comes up to her at the record store. Probably from Arcadia High, if her backpack stacked with books is any indication.

"Hi! I'm Claire. Claire Nuñez," the girl starts. Zoe raises an eyebrow in interest.

"Hey Claire. What can I get you?" she asks, raising a flask to her lips. There's no water. Damn.

"Um, it's not really a standard request, but um, I was wondering if you could dye my hair?"

Zoe chokes on her water. Dye her what?

"Kid, are you new here? This is a records store. I can give you the direction to the hair salon it's really not that far."

"No, no, no! It's just, this guy got their hair dyed and I asked if he did it himself and they said you did it for them so I came to you. It's nothing too big! Just a strand really," Claire rambles. She gestures to the invisible front of her hair, currently tucked away behind the cap, outlining it with her fingers. The hedge witch groans.

"That would be Douxie. Now, here's the thing I don't do this for just anyone. Douxie happens to be a close friend so what I did was a little gift for him. I don't even know you, so what do I get out of this?"

Claire pales.

"Uh, $20? I know a full head of hair costs way more but like I said, just a strand..."

Zoe's stomach rumbles in response. She had $5 currently in her wallet which could buy a snack at most. She pinches the bridge of her nose.

"Ugh, you're lucky I'm hungry. Catch me after my shift is done okay? And I only got one color on me, which is blue, you good with that? Otherwise bring your own."

"Yes of course, of course! Thank you so much."

"Yeah, yeah, now scram if you're not here to buy anything."

"Oh actually, I was wondering if you had anything Papa Skull released recently!"

Curse this girl and her good taste in music.

[ 45 minutes later; 2:00 PM ]

"Thank you for doing this by the way," Claire starts. Zoe waves it off. She doesn't really know why she agreed to this. Well kind of. She wanted to eat. But besides that, she also was curious to see if she could satisfy another "customer". Hair dying was never a profession she had properly considered and right now? It doesn't hurt to entertain a thought.

"Alright so I have the bleach, you'll need to let that set in and keep that before dying the strand you want. We can even add toner to neutralize the color post bleaching if necessary," she lists off. Claire shakes her head.

"That won't be necessary!"

The girl pulls off her cap and surely enough, there's a light blonde lock, similar to Douxie's, just a little lighter. Zoe's impressed.

"Well that definitely makes my job easier. Especially since this is my second time."

"Wait, second time?"

"You didn't know?"

"No?"

"Of course Douxie leaves that part out. You want out? I'll pay you back the $20 in four days."

"No, I trust you."

Zoe always believed that she had tough and cold demeanor. Clearly she's doing something wrong if people are finding her trustworthy just by looking at one dye job.

"Alright then, here we go! Don't say I didn't warn you," the witch replies. She wraps the cloth around Claire softly, and pulls up the bowl with the dye in it. With a gloved hand she separates the pale strands from the brown ones. The blue will definitely be more prominent here than it would be with Douxie's. Something tells her that Claire wouldn't mind.

From the looks of Claire's surprise, wonder, and delight, she definitely didn't mind.

"It. Looks. So cool! You're really good at this. Maybe you should start a hair dying salon or something," the girl rattles off. Zoe raises a hand.

"I'm already working two part time jobs so... no. But I'm glad you liked it. The blue looks really good. Stands out well."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Claire repeats, putting back her cap on. A feeling of confusion overcomes Zoe.

"Wait, why are you putting your cap back on? Don't you want to show people?"

"Duh, but um, my mom doesn't know about, uh, all this. You know, councilwoman things."

Zoe's mouth drops, the $20 bill crumpled in her hand. So that's why she didn't go to the hair salon. Nuñez is the councilwoman, so she'd know pretty much everyone in the town. And word spreads pretty fast. In summary: Claire would have gotten caught.

"See ya!"

These kids are going to land her in some serious trouble one day.

With a burger and soda in her tray, Zoe takes a seat and pulls out her phone. That Claire girl though, she's sort of inspiring. Adventurous. Not hesitant in taking chances. And you know Zoe, she absolutely loves the thrills of life. Whether it be hunting magical creatures or refining her usually unpredictable magic. The humans tend to have mellow definition of risk taking, in her opinion, but their examples are fun enough in their own way: crossing the speed limit, riding rollercoasters, anything along those lines. The brunette clicks on a familiar contact and begins typing.

ZOE: which color looks good on me

ZOE: don't ask it's for a stupid job thing

DOUX: which job?

ZOE: WHAT PART OF DON'T ASK

ZOE: hex tech, something for employee uniforms

DOUX: i was going to say pink since it brings out your eyes but if it's for uniforms i dunno, light blue?

ZOE: hm interesting

DOUX: you should just work here at the book store it's chill

ZOE: but then i'd have to deal with you

DOUX: now is that really a bad thing?

DOUX: zoe.

Light blue is definitely a no go, Zoe decides. Too much blue dye going around. But pink, hm she could work with that. It's a pretty bold color and it would compliment her eyes as well as her face in general. A win-win for her.

And as for how far she's willing to go? She decides to go all in. No tips, no ombre, just complete bubblegum hair. Of course this takes a few days to gather the guts.

'You can do it Zoe, just go for the bleach,' she thinks to herself. Her hands shake with nervousness and excitement. Frankly, hunting niffins didn't compare to the rush she's feeling right now. She closes her eyes and brings the brush to her hair.

Well, here goes nothing.

She winces as she feels the tingling sensation, but loads of videos have assured that such symptoms were normal. She continues to work at it, using the foil to make sure she doesn't bleach a part of her hair to death. It's long and strenuous, but she knows the results in the few coming weeks would be worth it.

She doesn't have to worry about Douxie finding out thankfully. Turns out these weeks are essential for Merlin's "To-Do" List. Apparently it was to find Camelot?

"The castle he means. Not the actual kingdom. That's been gone for centuries. Anyways, I'll be back once I actually find it. Dunno how I'll do it and it probably will take me and Arch a month or so, haha. Oh! And if my hirers ask you anything, it's a family emergency."

Hm, whatever. A brief thought of Merlin dying his hair neon green amuses her, before she goes back to watching more hair dye videos. They've become a little addicting nowadays. She's amazed at how often people do it. How do they keep their hair so healthy?

It's been four weeks now and Zoe's eyes stare at the pink concoction in her hand. PANTONE 2046 C. This was the shade that stole her heart in the middle of the hair dye aisle. No other color could compare in the slightest. Even the cashier who packaged her order hummed in approval.

"Nice color! Not many go for it, but it'll suit you for sure."

This time her movements are calculated, not clumsy or fear driven like it used to be. One could even say she's getting the hang of this. Her hair over time changes from platinum blonde to a dark matted pink. She lets it sit for a bit, meanwhile focusing on getting the dye out of her hands. This turns out to be harder than she thought and she sighs. Well, maybe another day.

After washing and blow drying her hair, she stands in front of the mirror. The witch staring back at her is almost unrecognizable. As if she were a new person completely. And she liked it.

The blank stare shifts into a grin and she tugs at her own locks. Goddamn. She looks really good.

And well, Douxie's reaction is priceless to say the least.

DOUX: you said to meet up at the museum where are you

DOUX: i swear if you slept in i'll send archie to knock down everything in your apartment

DOUX: ok no i won't but still it's been a month since we last saw each other come on

DOUX: wait a second

DOUX: you're joking

DOUX: IS THAT??? YOU????

DOUX: IN THE PINK

DOUX: oh fuzzbuckets you look stunning

DOUX: Hello this is Archie. You broke Douxie so could you please finish your conversation with whoever it is you're with and come pick him up? Your hair is absolutely lovely by the way.

ZOE: omfg

ZOE: can't take you guys anywhere

The witch smiles at the girls and nods over to a gaping Douxie and his cat before gracefully exiting the conversation. She approaches her friend and pushes his jaw up with her index finger.

"So I'm assuming you're digging the new look hm?" she teases.

"You have no idea," Douxie responds. A pink tint lighter than the shade of her hair blooms across Zoe's face at the expression of adoration in her best friend's eyes. The two of them have been through a lot together, seeing each other grow and change. And this time, it was a really fun and welcome one.

"I might try this again with a different color some time. You wanna join then?"

"Don't have to ask me twice."

It's crazy how all of this came from a chaotic, impulsive research project to help a friend. But honestly Zoe wouldn't have it any other way.

Maybe Douxie was right. Of all human creations, this one beats pretty much everything else.

#ZoeAppreciationWeek #zoeappreciationweek #here's my entry hehe #enjoy!#toa #tales of arcadia #zoe #hisirdoux #hisirdoux casperan #douxie #zouxie #archie #claire #claire nuñez #ophelia #ophelia nuñez

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Hello, I require your infinite wisdom please!! :O So I just finished cowboy bebop and I am so confused like who the fuck was Julia. WHAT was Faye's past. I literally never process tv shows and the bebop was not immune to my stupidity LMAO like... I guess the ending just really confused me, from what I gathered Spike and Vicious were friends? But then they weren't? And Julia dated Vicious but also Spike? And he? Went after Vicious even after Julia had died? I am Confusion. Please help. Thank u...

Oh BABEY I am so glad you asked! :) Be prepared for a long answer and I apologize in advance for how incoherent it will probably be.

ALSO Please note: this show is fucking complicated. I have watched it all the way through several times a year, every single year, for over a decade now, and I am *STILL* finding new shit every time I watch it. It's packed with symbols, motifs, allusions and underlying themes that are just so rich. It is so extraordinarily well-written that it could give a lot of classic literature a run for its money. I'm literally working on an in depth literary/film analysis my husband lovingly calls my Manifesto on the series right now. SO PLEASE don't beat yourself up about not catching everything on the first go round.

HEY BTW for anyone who hasn't finished the show, please know there will be MANY spoilers ahead!

Anyways ~

1. Spike / Julia / Vicious:

The information we get on Spike's past, including Vicious and Julia, is pretty limited considering how big of an impact they have on the story. We get our first glimpse in Session 1: Asteroid Blues, then again in Session 5: Ballad of Fallen Angels, Sessions 12 + 13: Jupiter Jazz, and Sessions 25 + 26: Real Folk Blues. I recommend reviewing these episodes for you Julia and Vicious fix.

What we know:

Spike and Vicious were both members of an organized crime syndicate called the Red Dragons, which is roughly analogous to the Yakuza or the Mafia. Their positions in the organization are not clear, but there are some images alluding to them being hitmen, and they likely rose up in the ranks as they were close acquaintances of Mao Yenrai, a Capo of the Red Dragon.

Spike and Vicious were close comrades. Spike taught Vicious everything he knew about fighting, and the two had a deep trust in each other. Which Spike fucked up ….

^^Vicious looks hot asf here

Julia was Vicious' lover/girlfriend. One night in 2068 (three years prior to the time we watch in the Bebop) Spike is injured, presumably from a syndicate-related fight and he passes out in front of her door. She takes him in and nurses him back to health and he SIMPS HARD for her. We’re all but told he's in LOVE love with her. They start an affair, and Spike tells her he's ready to abandon the whole life - the syndicate, Vicious, Mao, all of it - and they could run away together.

WELL Vicious finds out about this whole affair, and is DOUBLY betrayed because his literal best friend and girlfriend have been having an affair, and tbh I think he was just as jealous of Spike's attentions as he was of Julia's. (Whether or not it’s a sexual thing for Spike … well … I have my own headcanons about that). SO when he finds out they're going to run away together, he gives Julia an ultimatum: you can either kill him, or I'll just kill you both. Spike had written her a letter about meeting him in the graveyard to start their new life together, which she tears up to hide his location from Vicious. (This is the falling ripped up pieces of paper we see in Spike's flash back in Session 5).

^^ r/gifsyoucanhear

**NOTE: There are those who disagree with this view, (looking at you Cowboy Bebop wiki) instead suggesting Vicious and Spike were buds in the past, but then hated each other once they were both considered as potential successors to Mao. That's why Vicious wanted him dead, and he was enlisting Julia (who he didn't necessarily have a romantic connection to) to help kill Spike since he knew Spike loved her. Personally, I think there is plenty of evidence that Vicious also wanted Julia, and in fact was already with her, when Spike started seeing her. If you want me to cite my sources please send an me an ask about it :)

Spike gets the idea, whether by her just not showing up or word around the syndicate being like YO Vicious wants you dead. Despite Vicious' ultimatum to Julia, he was gunna kill Spike either way. SO he sets up an ambush, and SadBoy™ Spike walks intentionally into their trap. Somehow, he doesn't die, though the entire syndicate thinks he did. (Note Annie's reaction to seeing him alive in Session 5). It’s also implied that this is where he lost his eye.

HIS EYE - possibly the most important symbol in the show so I do have to mention it. In episode 26, he explicitly explains to Faye that one of his eyes only sees the past. (PS this isn't dissimilar to Jet's arm… we can get into that another time). Basically, he's constantly living halfway in the past and halfway in the present, and describes the past like a dream he can never wake up from. Because dysfunctional or not - the syndicate WAS his family. (Again - see his relationship with Annie, Mao, and Vicious (prior to Spike's betrayal)). It's his reminder that Julia didn't run away with him, and that he'd left behind that life for her. (He didn’t know she was being threatened until the final episode). Basically Spike is hyper-fixated on what he had and what could've been.

Not long after this, Spike starts bounty hunting because like? What else is he going to do. He doesn't care if he lives or dies but if he has to be alive, he may as well be able to eat. He joins up with Jet Black on the Bebop.

TL; DR: Spike stole Vicious' lover, Julia, so Vicious made Julia choose between her killing Spike or Vicious killing them both. She instead went into hiding and Spike thought he'd been stood up. He fake died and got the hell outta dodge.

2. What was Faye's past?

Ok let me start by saying Faye is my wife and my life. HOWEVER I hated her the first time I watched this show circa age 13 because I thought she was annoying/vain/shallow (also because #internalizedmisogyny lol am I right fam). Good news! She is all those things! But she's also very lonely and scared and an amnesiac and secretly a sweetie and she realizes she loves the crew of the Bebop like family.

SO my wife's backstory:

she was born in the 1990s (#only90skidsremember). There's some debate over her race/nationality, but due to the images of her hanging out in Merlion Park in Singapore, my bet is that she's Singaporean. She comes from a wealthy family with a big house, and we see some utterly *adorable* film of her as a child/young adolescent in Session 18: Speak Like a Child. I cry everytime </3

^^ Holla for the representation

In 2014, circa age 20, she and her parents were going into space when the shuttle they were on had some kind of malfunction/accident and it killed an unknown number of people, including her parents. At the time, the technology didn’t exist to be able to save her, so she was put into a cryogenic sleep state. Meanwhile, the Lunar Gate accident occurs, breaking up the moon and causing rock showers on Earth's surface. Most people died, moved to Mars, or settled underground.

She wakes up from her cryogenic sleep in 2068. (Also the year Spike leaves the syndicate.) She's 'woken' by the corrupt Dr. Bacchus who plans on charging her for the years and years of medical debt she's accrued. (See Session 15: My Funny Valentine.) Luckily a lawyer takes interest in her case (Whitney Haggus Matsumoto) and tries to help get rid of her debt. The two fall in love, but turns out Whitney is a Scumbag. He's actually Dr. Bacchus's nephew, and faked his death, writing Faye as the sole inheritor to his will. This means she'll take on all his debts. So baby girl has LOTS of debt at this point.

In the intervening years prior to her joining the Bebop, she gambles, cheats, gains a lot of street smarts, and adopts a very seductive character to get her way. She joins the crew on the Bebop in Session 3: Honky Tonk Women.

TL;DR: Faye is Austin powers

YIKES this is so long I am so sorry. Bitches are obsessed with this show. (I am bitches)

3. The Ending

Okay I'm going to present this in the way, in my scholarly opinion, would be correct, though there are SO many interpretations other than simply 'Spike died :/".

To understand the plot of the last couple episodes we actually have to go back to Session 5: Mao is instructed* to sign a treaty with a rival syndicate called the White Tigers. (*He's instructed by The Van (Council of identical creepy old men) who are the actual head of the dragon. I think we only see them in Session 26.) Well - Vicious is a Bastard Man and he and his fellow mutineers blow up the White Tiger guys' ship and slit Mao's throat. Before he dies, Mao is like "Gotdamnit if Spike was still here this shit wouldn't have happened." Later in the Cathedral battle, Vicious explains to Spike he killed Mao because Mao 'lost his fangs'. He planned on killing Spike for good her, IMO, so there'd be no rival to take over as Capo for the Dragons.

^^These guys are The Van btw

THEN in Session 25, the Van basically catches Vicious and is like “you killed Mao and now you have to go to Time Out.” The Van also decides to just kill everyone associated with Vicious, just 2 B safe. That's why there's a big ass shootout at the Loser Bar where Jet and Spike are chilling, drinking, (missing Faye and Ed and Ein lol) and Shin (younger brother to Lin, who's helping Vicious overthrow the Dragon) explains all this to Spike. OH and PS JULIA IS ALIVE AND HERE IS HER LOCATION :). (**Notice Spike's reaction at this point is different than his reaction in Jupiter Jazz when he hears there's a Julia on Calisto. Much less excited… hmm…).

SO THEN you know we get some flashbacks of the past as previously explained *and* Julia just happens to run into Faye. She recognizes that Faye is one of Spike's friends from the Bebop (she was keeping tabs on him it seems) and picks her up. Faye doesn't know who Julia is but is like damn bitch I'm a little gay for you. (I mean … that may just be my bi ass projecting, but Faye is REALLY struck with her. Look at how she describes her to Jet, I mean come on.)

Faye's like, 'we should team up' and Julia says 'no thanks but also tell Spike to meet me at *the place*'. Meanwhile back on the Bebop Spike and Jet are talking and Spike goes on about some dream woman who was his other half. (We assume he means Julia … I have my reasons to doubt this … I have a lot of angry DMs about my opinion here lol but I just do not give a fuck (: I can expand on this in another post or you can refer to the title of my fucking blog haha) Personally, I think Watanabe personally left this specific scene open ended, the same way he does with the ending and various other things.

more like SIMP Spiegel

ANYWAY Faye comes back to the Bebop to tell Spike about Julia, and Jet gets intel from a former cop buddy that there's some shit going down with the Dragons. (Again, the Van is hunting down everyone ever associated with Vicious, including your pal Spike). Bebop is attacked, Faye tells Spike what's up with Julia, and he heads out.

PAN TO VICIOUS chained up - about to be executed - but what's that!? It's a bird!? It's a pla- no it's just a bird. (With one glowing red eye … hm … reminds me of Spike, also the drug Red Eye. Pls let me know if you have any thoughts on this). Just a bird with a BOMB! Explosion (RIP bird c. 2065 - too soon), Vicious kills the elders, his buddies show up and are ready to go fuck shit up.

this show could not be more of an aesthetic

MMMPhhh okay RAINY CEMETERY. Spike and Julia. She draws a gun, explains why she didn't meet him that day, and then hugs him. Now Spike is not *great* at showing his emotions but he literally just stands there. Maybe it's a stoic expression of how sad he is that he never knew she still cared, when it seemed like she dumped him. Maybe he's finally getting some closure on his past. Maybe the past doesn't mean the same thing it used to. (I'll elaborate later on this).

They go to Annie's to get stocked up on stuff, she lets them know she denied knowing Spike was still alive and hey also the Van was assassinated by Vicious and his guys so. Watch out for that. Then her shop is surrounded by Vicious' guys and she dies :(. Spike and Julia escape to the roof, but she's shot and dies in Spike's arms, and says 'it's all just a dream' :(. (Refer to: Spike living in a dream of the past).

Anyway Jet SAID he wasn't gunna go after Spike but. Jet's parental instincts kick in (oh yeah he was shot in the leg earlier btw) and he goes to Sitting Bull to see if he knows where Spike is. He basically says yeah Spike's about to die somewhere. (I want to do a further analysis on all the Sitting Bull scenes.) Well conveniently Spike returns to the Bebop, eats, tells his story about a tiger-striped cat. (At one point Jet asks if he's going there for her, and Spike is like well she's dead now so whatever). THEN we get to the scene where Faye is like HEY YOU CAN'T GO OFF AND DIE ASSHOLE and he's like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I 've been living in the past so I might as well see if I'm living now. (**This will play heavily into my interpretation of the ending). Faye is pissed, shoots the ceiling and he goes off to the syndicate headquarters to fuck shit up.

He basically John Wicks his way through the building, Shin dies, he and Vicious have the big boss battle and whatnot. He kills Vicious and stumbles back out down the stairs and says "Bang!" and collapses. We pan to the sky and see a star fade away.

Well that explains the plot … now here's what I think happened!!! ALSO may I mention, anon - you picked up on something I feel like a lot of people miss out on. Why *did* Spike go back to kill Vicious if Julia was already dead??

Basically, once it became clear that anyone associated with Vicious was being killed, Spike knew they'd hunt him down, and they weren't beneath Kill-Billing their way to him, (i.e. systematically destroying this companions to get to him). And for all his apparent indifference - he really loves his new found family. Jet is literally like an older brother to him. Ed is a little sister. Ein is well … a very good boy. And Faye? Well the relationship is complicated, and I'm not going to get into the 69,420 reasons I ship them here, but I think it is beyond argument that he really does care for her, even if that just in a filial way. He didn't want the syndicates to kill them for their association to him, or in order to get to him. So he did what he had to do to protect them. *AND NO* I am not saying that he didn't love Julia. But it was clear that his desire was no longer to run away with her. I think he genuinely loved and cared about her, but at some point between Jupiter Jazz Pt 2 and now, he accepted that their time together was over. Now he had a new raison d'etre, which is the Bebop.

I think at this point Spike has 'woken up' to reality (as he implied to Faye in their final conversation in episode 26: "Look at these eyes. One of them is a fake, because I lost it in an accident. Since then, I have been seeing the past in one eye, and the present in the other. I had believed that what I saw was not all of reality...I thought I was watching a dream that I would never awaken from. Before I knew it, the dream was all over." (This is from the sub btw I'm too lazy to look up the dub transcript.) He wasn't going there to die, he's going to find out if he's really alive. This line is fucking cool and everything - but it's implications are multitude. I won't go into them all here but basically : what makes him alive now is that he's free from his past. He's alive because he has this new family and protecting them is all he really wants now. Spike was protecting Jet, Faye, Ed, (and Ein) by going and facing the entire syndicate, knowing that their lives would all be in danger.

SO - did Spike die? Well again - Watanabe has purposely and artfully left this open ended. Well, if we're following the symbolism from Sitting Bull, then yeah, the man is as dead as disco, and wouldn't that be a fitting ending? BUT at the same time, Spike always refers to having 'died' before (meaning when he was ambushed by the syndicate, and they all thought he died, and he pretty much did). Don't forget that in movie (takes places roughly between episodes 22 + 23, and yes, was made AFTER the series but whatever) he like .. DIES dies. He goes to the afterlife and everything. He wakes up to find he's chilling with Sitting Bull, who's like nah it wasn't your time to die yet. So the fact Sitting Bull confirms Spike will die in the final episode, means yeah, Spike is pretty much dead.

BUT -- okay now hear me out -- could this death in the final episode be a death to his previous life? The person he was in the syndicate? Now that he's extinguished the Red Dragons for good, is it not possible that its merely *that* life which has ended? That's the optimist in me saying that, but if it keeps me from staying up all night crying, I guess it'll have to do. Watanabe definitely wants to leave it up to the viewer, so whatever you think, I feel like there's validity to it.

WELL any anon, sorry for the fucking lecture - and believe me, I could've said MUCH, MUCH more - but I enjoyed this question. I always love talking about this show so please all you fuckers feel free to message me or send an ask about anything any time. I am really slow at replying because #life'sAbitch.

Love you all.

SY,SCB <3

#sorry for the long ass rant #i could seriously talk about this all day.#i even trimmed this down so much #cowboy bebop #fuck man this show is everything #spike spiegel #julia #faye valentine #jet black #vicious #radical ed #ein #<3 #spoilers #rant

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scandeniall · 4 years

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story of us

pairing: suna x reader

the story of ur relationship <3; alternatively (more) dating sunarin headcanons but this time is somewhat of an order and talks good and bad 2K+ worth lol

a/n: i had more planned but half of these have been sitting in my notes for months and its kinda fucking long already bc he lives rent free!!!

warnings: uh the usual aged up (in ur 20s time skip type beat), language, yeah

Meeting

Now when y’all met suna was not looking to love at all. That man was just living his life and so where you. The two of you pretty much meet through komori. You’re a friend and it’s his birthday so him and a few of his friends go out for drinks bc why not. Young hot pretty financially stable v-ball players. Nah no ones there for any type of hookups literally just there celebrating a great guy.

They rent out a section at a relatively nice bar tbh. Not the cheapest and you can actually hear conversation. But also not a super expensive one where the patrons are middle aged with jazz music and the occasional track to relive “youth.” Komori’s a sweetie and will come outside to get you when you text that you’re there. You’ve met washio and ofc sakusa Before so you greet them casually then you turn and there’s Suna and a few others you haven’t met.

That greeting isn’t anything special I promise. Just “hey I’m so and so” and vice versa. It’s one of those meetings where you just think “he’s cute” but it’s such a fleeting thought. Y’all don’t even really talk that first night tbh. At the next practice Suna mentions offhandedly that he didn’t know komori was dating someone and komori is like: huh? Yeah sorry. I love (Y/N) and all but were just friends. Suna just shrugs not really caring to be honest until Komori just asks what did he think of you.

“Don’t really remember much man. Seemed cool though” he didn’t think he’d really see you again. Yeah you were close enough to have been at Komori’s birthday but if that was his first time ever meeting you, he figured you weren’t from around there are present very much. Yeah he was wrong.

Suddenly you were on Komori’s snap story more often, or maybe he’d just been noticing more. Too bad he couldn’t even remember your name 💀. Then it turned into you occasionally popping up where he was. He’d been told your name at least 5 times already but wouldn’t remember it the next day. Whenever he’d see you again he’d get a strained look like: “what is this mf name again” just laugh and tell him again bby.

That changed at some random house party by another mutual friend you two apparently had? You two were the only people just around the fire pit trying to catch some warmth in the chilly night. He’s probably just on his phone head bobbing his head to the muffled music from inside. And you’re just like “remember my name yet?” All jokingly. This sparks the tiniest bit of interest in him and he lets out a low chuckle and just admits “not at all.” I also feel like this is the first time he really looks at you and he’s like 🤨, wait you’re actually kinda cute.

That night y’all just kinda talk and vibe. The conversation comes easy as you two jump back and forth from talking about the music playing to sneakers which he brings up to stuff that you like. He’s actually really easy to talk to. So easy that u can forget about him not remembering your name despite meeting several times. You mention that you’d hung around komori before while they were gaming and that he seemed pretty cool. That leads him to asking “how do you know him anyways?”

“I used to date Sakusa”

Mentally he’s just like— ‘yeah I’m not getting involved in this. Time to go.’ Until you just start laughing.

“I’m kidding. He’s not really my type. We met after being paired together for a project in school.”

The two of you spend quite a bit of time just talking that night until you are joined again by some friends and it’s deadass like y’all weren’t just talking for almost an hour straight.

Getting Together

The process of getting together is like a cat and mouse game. You two start getting closer than friends and then something happens and you’re not talking for weeks. Whether it be life just getting busy, and then someone ending up on some random tinder date or so be it. Definitely one of those things were somehow someway y’all end up just hanging on one of your couches watching a movie. At some point there’s definitely a hint of sexual tension but neither of y’all act on it (later on you find on his finsta that he used to post several “i wont you 😔” memes Folks can’t tell if hes joking or not (hes not))

You probably gotta tell that man you like him so if that ain’t you I’m sorry. Y’all not dating 😹. It’s something casual, y’all going to pick up some snacks for a movie night and why this mf keep looking at you out the side of his eyes instead of the road. You def texting the groupchat asking if you should confess. They tell you to boss up and just do it baby.

You literally end up confessing in that parking lot. Like right when he shuts the car off and starts swinging his keys on his finger and you kinda just blurt “I like you. Like like you.” He just kinda nods before his eyes widen. “Wait are you fr?” Like no you’re joking tf. It gets a lil awkward so you just go to get out the car and he’s like “I like like you too.”

I definitely don’t think either of you ever officially asked the other out it’s just at some point the understanding that you two are a couple. Like when you’re hanging out just you two hes more touchy, and then y’all start kissing and holding hands at some point. Then when you’re with friends he almost exclusively sits next to you and your friends notice the whispers in one another’s ears at the loud bar that seem just a hint too intimate for ppl who are just friends. Then y’all start arriving and leaving places together and people just at some point get the message (it’s later confirmed by you tweeting some shit like: I hate Rin why is that mf my boyfriend)

As far as anniversaries y’all draw straws to pick a day in the ballpark of the time y’all both think you became official. That’s the day you stick with even if it’s not true.

Relationship Flaws

A fault in the relationship is sunas kinda poor communication when it comes to things that matter. How he feels. Arguments. Love sure as hell don’t come east with anyone but when your partner won’t let you in? Yeah that’s like hell. That’s something you struggle with. And then on your end, it’s the impatience with him not letting you in. You try to wrongfully rush it.

There’s definitely been arguments that stem from him just being upset about something unrelated to the relationship then coming to you for comfort without actually telling you what’s wrong. He kinda just wants to lay with his head on his chest but at some point that’s not enough. Y’all are in a relationship and should be able to talk about your bad days too.

You’re not innocent in this issue either because sometimes it comes off too pushy. Yes it’s from a place of care but sometimes that silent comfort is necessary. The walls will break in due time and y’all both know that deep in the back of your minds But then there’s a part that’s like— yeah we can’t let this become the norm

“Rin, can you please talk to me”

He will have literally told you “whatever” and that he “can’t deal with this rn” several times as he just shrugs and is like yeah “I’m gonna just go home. I’ll text you later” with an awkward ass pat on your shoulder if it really ruined his mood. If he’s leaving before he gets super upset and uncomfortable just some half assed kiss in your cheek

Another thing is I feel like he could be passive aggressive and let’s be real other folks doing it causes you to do it to. Y’all probably drag eachother on your finstas where you can both see it lol

But when it comes to making up he cracks first and apologizes when he started it. Or as y’all get more comfy with communication. If it’s not anything major he’ll just hit you with a text like “I’m bored come hang”

More Relationship Things

I feel like he love/hates driving. Likes the ride not always driving though. So if you ever proposed a late night drive he’d be down (if you offer to drive). He does let y’all take his car though. He reclines the seat pretty far back. Alternates between just closing his eyes vibing w/ the music or kinda just looking at you (he the type of bf that makes u nervous no matter how long y’all been together)The way he looks at you makes you nervous cause that man is fine as hell and you can just feel his eyes on you.

He films you on Snapchat and sends the video to you like “you look hot”

If he’s not ‘resting his eyes’ he’s mumbling along to the music because he has the aux. if y’all music tastes are different he occasionally throws in something you really like bc he likes how you perk up at one of your fav songs

Moving on. Y’all dap eachother up after s3x because it’s “modern romance” (boy stfu). You two came up with a sex playlist together and it’s on both of your phones. Sometimes one of you will add a troll song that the other doesn’t know and put it in the lineup. (Stole my heart by 1D has definitely played before and you were practically in tears laughing at his reaction. That was one of those songs he was like ‘yeah alright i think we’re done).

At some point you two develop your own handshake and it’s cute. Whenever either of you have to travel without the other that’s always the last thing you do before you leave eachother. There’s vids of your friends daring y’all to do your elaborate ass handshake drunk and doesn’t matter what’s in your system, you both know it like the back of your hand.

I think he values quality time a lot so there’s so many nights where you’re both just chilling in his room just doing your own things. He could just be at his desk watching some game highlights and you’re just doing hw on his bed with your own earbuds in work all spread out and he’s content. He’s also attentive so if he calculates that you’ve been working too long he’ll just take ur earbud like “hey let’s go get something to eat.”

People definitely think he’s the lazy one in the relationship but it’s 100% not true. Like stated above, he’s very attentive and can pretty much gauge how you’re feeling in the blink of an eye. He knows when you need alone time but won’t go without reassuring you that he’s here whenever you’re ready. When you do just need him he’s there without a second thought. If you’re more touchy he’ll have your head in his lap his arm running up and down your as you tell him what’s wrong. He knows when to joke about a minor inconvenience and over the course of your relationship knows when to cut the jokes and be serious with you.

He’d never admit it but he knows your coffee order by heart (he keeps up his image my asking wtf do you get everytime. Just let him LOL). He the type to peek at what you plan on wearing and ‘accidentally’ color coordinate then pull some shit like “why are you copying me”

Y’all def shit talk together. See someone doing something completely out of pocket in public— straight to ur phones you go (pack it up shade room). To the public it just looks like you aren’t paying any attention to one another on your dates but y’all are. Just over the phone so u don’t piss off ur target 😌

Y’all are very comfy in your relationship that you just say stuff. Y’all don’t even think.

“Rin, what if i crashed us in this car rn 😹”

“Do it. Might be fun”

When you two finally move in together it’s almost like how your relationship starts. Slowly more and more spares of stuff for you end up at his. He does sorta make the move near the end of your lease and is just like “you’re here more than me anyways.” (hes nervous but swears he’s not. Bby you’re literally shaking). Him moving you in is like hell. This mf takes sooooo long to help with boxes. Picks up 1 then sits for like 15 minutes. You ask for help the first few times and he’s just like “I got you” while continuing to scroll his phone.

Sleepy Shoulder kisses in the mornings. Only form a greeting you get but it’s ok

this is like my 100th dating suna hc and im still going this is SICK. it was so hard to not drop old refs bc i still believe in them 100% yes i do!!!!

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #haikyuu imagine #suna imagines #hq imagines #haikyuu headcanons

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nighttimepixels · 3 years

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TALK TO US ABOUT MASS EFFECT I HAVE BEEN AN INSANE MASS EFFECT/SHAKARIAN TRASH PERSON SINCE 20-FUCKING-11 AND LEMME TELL YOU THOSE FEELINGS HAVENOT TARNISHED A SINGLE FRACTION IN THOSE TEN YEARS OH MY GOOOOOOODDDSSSS!!!!!!!

I DEMAND A PLAY-BY-PLAY UP TO THE MINUTE OF YOUR REACTIONS TO EVERYTHING!!!!

you are so valid and I totally see why everyone I've ever mentioned it to loves the hell out of it

aksdjlsdfj I meannnn if you want to hear my rambling about it then hell yeah

Okay, gonna put this below the cut to save everyone else XD also- since I'm not leaving this Mass Effect obsession anytime soon, if you're not interested in seeing occasional posts about it, please feel free to block the tag "night plays ME"~

(mild spoilers ahead??)

((also for real I mean it when I say this is rambling as hell lol, apologies and no stress if absolute no one reads all this))

OKAY SO Mass Effect 1-

Stars help me, I was honestly hooked right from the start?? Like even in Legendary Edition (the combined trilogy just re-released in one "can play it on one system + minor improvements", for anyone who doesn't know) where it's smoothed out, of course it's obvious that ME1 is a decade old... but the foundation for these relationships are all there and gods I love them already.

Like - Kaiden right off the top is a delightful good fightin lad, what the hell. I've heard that he's viewed as 'bland' by a good portion of the fan community but I dunno, he's a delight and even more complex by the time 2 rolls around and you encounter him on Horizon, it was honestly Ashley I was way more meh about - mostly because before you can learn about her family history/etc, she comes off as hella xenophobic and I was immediately offended for my growing space family that she didn't like/trust all the aliens around, pfff.

(she gets redeemed a bit through further actions/evolving thoughts, but I thought in retrospect it was a bummer that they didn't flip the order there, give her a chance to be liked before the complicating factor of being so rude about aliens >:c that then she could grow from... ah well. Apparently she has a good arc but uh, let's just say I chose Kaiden at the "key junction" in the latter part of the game so I won't be seeing anymore of Ashley uh... anytime soon, haha.)

Garrus??? Is??????? The ABSOLUTE best???????????

I liked him from the start, I'm always a bit of a sucker for a rogue-detective "the system won't bring this bastard to justice, so I've got to" type and all their moral shadiness XD But he just gets better, honestly, and where I'm at in ME2 (right before the Reaper IFF mission, as of typing this, with everyone's loyalty!) I am only digging myself deeper into this hole-

-*wheezing* okay anyways -

Wrex is AMAZING I love fightin' middle-aged krogan bastard, gods. Liara is great too, I'm a sucker for a wlw relationship (playing fem!Shepard, so) - buuuut I'll admit she's a bit more one-note in ME1. Last week while I was still on ME1 I remember hearing (while trying to dodge spoilers) that her arc is really good, though. I think they leaned a little hard on the 'innocent but sexy' sterteotype on her (so despite the yikes aspect of a few of the things I've learned in ME2, lol, I actually really like the complexity that's been added to her character.)

Saved Liara first, so by the time I got to Noveria and had the standoff with Benezia there was the chance to have emotions over Liara having to face her TwT and of course, I made the questionable but quality decision to free Queen Rachni heheh. no ragrets

More than a blow-by-blow of my choices though I totally wanna take the chance to say that even in the mild jankiness of ME1 (goddammit, the Mako.... please..... please just go up this impossible cliff I just want to resource hunt-) the way that the lore, both obvious/key to main plot and the lesser/filler/background/world-building kinds... I just love it. It incorporates it well, you can go ham in the codex learning more, or just dive into the basics - it's clearly a complex galaxy (and they do an even better job in 2 of fleshing it out further), and it never really felt overwhelming. It was pretty natural figuring it all out-!

Plus the interesting implications of resource hunting amongst the sapient races, and the little side missions you better bet I did every one of- there's so much rich depth in the story if you do 'em!! (And that lead with that Keeper side mission...? Looking back, damn, clever foreshadowing-!!!)

And oh my gods, Ilios??? hell yeah. I loved that mission so much, especially having Garrus & Kaiden with me when talking to the hologram/computer, and more than anything, that last sprint in the Mako trying to get to the jump before it closed-???

yeet the boi-

Also mannn I love a good setpiece, and having to go up the side of the elevator, space-side?? such a cool setup!!

Plus it felt good having been Paragon enough (as simple as the good v bad vibe system is, I don't hate it, lol) to avoid one of the Saren fights, ngl. And the er, "second fight" with Sovereign-Saren.... hell yeah

... I'll admit I had to double check my choice re whether to save the Council. I did in the end, but I swear, sometimes the way they phrase things I'm like ".... okay but Garrus is right, defeating Sovereign is more important than these few leaders??????" woops. Listen, priorities, is all I'm saying..... (￣ヮ￣|||)ゞ

'Course later they emphasize (in ME2) that there were 10,000 people on that same ship and I was like well I wouldn't have second guessed if I'd known that, I mean c'mon-

Also I did indeed romance Liara in this one, so I got that scene ;Dc But,,,, I also knew by the end that I was totally gonna romance Garrus in 2 since he's an option then finally,,,,, lemme tell you the guilt as I waffled over whether to romance Liara bc of it. hahaha.

Aaaaand Mass Effect 2-

So I'm only up to right before the Reaper IFF Mission, so I don't know the ending, etc etc lol. That said, I've just finished every side mission I've found with the exception of the Shadowbroker Quest and the Arrival Quest (I've heard the latter basically leads into ME3, and the former is best either right before the Omega 4 jump or in postgame).

So from the start - fuck yeah fuck yeah what a high adrenaline start Shepard noooooo but also yes save Joker aH-

The motion comic too hot damn nice job

I loved this setup, seriously - especially forcing Shep into this situation, having to work with/for Cerberus, and the compelling reasoning given behind "why" they do what they do (I especially found it a good point that the Salarians have the Task Force, the Asaris the Commandos, the Turians the- etc... like, true, when you put it like that, having a similar group advancing human interests/solving human interstellar problems is pretty reasonable...). That said, I love too that it really isn't shied away from how Cerberus is nonetheless fucked up - or its at least done fucked up stuff.

Listen, I still think some messed up stuff is gonna be revealed in 2's endgame......... after that Horizon mission and the Collector's ship???? TIM I SEE YOU YOU SHADY MF-

aaanyways lol...

I'm so so glad on a gameplay level they nixed the Mako style exploration. A few Hammerhead missions are fine and a lot more focused than the slippery ass navigation in that glorified ATV, pfff. The probes are a neat way of getting after similar resources - and more importantly, having good levels and some good hubs (the Zakera Wards, Omega, Ilium, etc) is way way more fun than having a more 'sprawling' space that is.... a lot of empty nonsense, lol.

Then there's the fact that we get Joker right off the bat and you can interact with him so much - and him and EDI??? Get out gods I love them. Kasumi is so right when she says they sound like a bickering old married couple lol. I have a terrible feeling that some shit is gonna happen with EDI..... but I don't think she's evil as-is, at least.

Side-eying the hell out of those "access forbidden" parts of her that she doesn't even know.... and the fact that her AI core has a locked door access................... something's gonna happen gdi LEAVE OUR ADOPTED AI ALONE.

(Also Joker pls stop fracturing your thumb on the mute button)

Also please save me there are so many hot aliens in this game,,,,, the xeno/monsterfuckers really comin' through strong in the sequels............... doin' the lord's work........................................

In general, I love how many levels ME stepped up in two with complexity and interwoven narratives!! Like, to the point it'd be almost a drag to replay ME1, even though it was fun going through it (if occasionally a bit tedious with the cookie cutter rando planet science/mine facilities, lol). Like, just from how fun and interesting ME2 is, mostly! more of all the pre-introduced races, plus new ones, plus more filling in of intragalactic politics, and more interesting implications of all these space-faring races mixing....

Also gods WREX and his planet holy shit,,,,, fuckin' hell yeah my man get their shit together and also adopt Grunt yes good-

And Mordin??? My singing semi-evil scientist best friend forced to confront his choices more than he thought he ever would have???? With some of the best ongoing general report chatter of all the companions??

(when I tell you I choked on my coffee when I talked to him after confirming romance choice w/ Garrus and that 'pamphlet' and 'anaphalactic shot if ingesting-' kajsldkfjsldfjk)

Like, fuck, the fact that they actually dive into the mixed morality and horrors of the genophage, and you can confront Mordin on it, for good reason, yet he still stands his ground, until finally some bits of his loyalty mission seem to... affect him, and I'm guessing might set up things for 3 with him? Unsure, but either way, damn, the fact that they start to dig into it...

And Taliiiii my beloved forbidden alien wife TwT her loyalty mission was SO GOOD. I love how varied they all are?? Getting to defend her and discover what she'd unwittingly been a part of-!!

Zaeed is a bastard but tbh I love that he is and that he's unapologetic in him - and Kasumi omg, best thief. A heist?? Gods, yes- I love our couch lounge chats XD

Samara is..... illegally.......... she's an illegally powerful and beautiful and eloquent MILF...........................

(.... listen I'm sapphic as hell and I'm kicking my own ass for picking her up last aksjdlfksjdfl - but her loyalty mission, damn. And seeing how there's this interesting cultural subset, and the struggle with the Asari in that they unquestioningly accept/respect justicars, but also know that the impact outside their culture is a diplomacy nightmare waiting to happen-)

,.,,,,,T,,, Thane,,,,,

I am weak for morally implicated murder dads okay?? And that voice??? His mannerisms?????? How you first see him, and that prayer after assassinating her...???????? And his history/his people's history with the hanar, gods I love how messy it is, it feels so much more real!

Also Jack is a mess and I love her (and want to get her some therapy, omg), and her and Miranda nearly duking it out after you've done both their loyalty missions??? so good and makes a lot of sense-! Honestly I would love more interactions between teammates on the ship, but there's already so much the devs had to balance I can't blame 'em for minimizing, heh. But suffice to say I also love Miranda and Jacob, even if I'm softest for my alien crew XD Hell yeah Jacob, we'll get loud and spill drinks on the citadel indeed TwT

.... I could write a whole essay on how much I love Garrus oTL Perhaps because he and Tali are the throughlines from 1 on your 2 crew, I have some of the strongest feelings about them... but genuinely, he was one of my favorite companions in the first game, and how you find him as Archangel in two? Getting to help him fight his way out after he's gone nearly 48 hours straight fighting off three gangs alone, jfc. His vengeance quest and what can happen there.... That line? fuck me, that line -

It's so much easier to see the world in black and white. Grey? I don't know what to do with gray...

How DARE you come for my heart like this, devs holy shit

(also, some other choice faves so far from the series from him include We can disobey suicidal orders?? and This wasn't in my training manual... [in 1, if you have him with you @ th Thorian fight] and his whole.... pop the heat sink - in his romance ;Dc)

asdasdfksadjfkl like I said I can write an essay on him PFFF suffice to say I'm very looking forward to his romance scene and where things go in 3

But yeah gods I'm just gonna keep rambling if I'm not careful lol. Gods I don't even know what to talk about it's all so good and while I can understand people roasting the obviousness of Paragon V Renegade (v neutral) choices/alignments, I think they do a pretty damn good job in 2 of pushing it further - to the point that there were some times that I accidentally got renegade points and I wasn't that mad, haha. There's so much fun in the interactions that I just have a good time anyways~

I have so many thoughts about TIM (The Illusive Man) and Cerberus.... theories evolving galore............... and like, what the hell!! Omega 4 going to the center of the galaxy is such a cool twist, goddamn - though my heart still breaks at losing Kaiden (his line if you haven't romanced him?? about feeling like he lost a limb when he lost you??? holy shit.... but I also can't blame him for not trusting Cerberus to the point of it affecting his ability to trust Shepard... like fuck Shep go after himmmm) I'm really excited to see where that goes since he comes back in 3, and what the fuck happens with Cerberus bc while I love the fact that obviously there are a lot of people in it for the right reasons, doing good work, there are those that are doing the opposite, and I have a very bad feeling about where TIM will end up landing....

All that said though I need to do the Reaper IFF mission (where I'm lightly spoiled as to getting That Boy, but not how/what happens to make it so - just that it's apparently wise to have all your side missions done before getting him...) and the actual Omega 4 jump. So we'll see what happens and what I think about it from there heheh!

.... major kudos and genuine props if you made it here to the end, I am so sorry for not editing on condensing all this, and appreciate you so much ;w;

#night answers #night plays ME #(yes that's a purposeful pun lol)#((i sure have played myself by starting this series its so good aksdjflskjfd))

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2, 4, 13, 20, and 49 from uhhh https://specterpants.tumblr.com/post/668049430960816128/some-oc-questions i am extorting you hi <3

2.) heheh, yeah its Ojernus probably lol. Shes def one of the coolest characters ive made right next to prime zealot, would like to make Aurence as interesting eventually! Woodlands Knight tho i def have given the most development by virute of him being part of a campaign w/ amazing party members to bounce off and a GM who fucking kills at character development and interesting character scenarios

4.) tough question, i dont talk about any of them terribly much and there are plenty concepts/ story slots that i need to think more on and fill. So i guess one that i have both a design for and general description for, is [ a tall cloaked monarch with chain hooks in their sleeves who suspiciously has close friendly ties to most of the worlds high profile warriors ], also one other but thats cuz i plan to talk more about her when i have all the stuff concrete on her which should be soon

13.) Tastra and [ A cowboy bug i havent thought out too much yet ]

20.) LOL good question almost all my OC/ story ideas come from music/ head amvs so most likely yes. - Prime Zealot: prolly has a very preachy voice (obvs. example is Frollo from hunchback of notre dame) - Ojernus: has a very robotic bellow-y voice but similar in singing to how the main singer of Fewjar sounds (specifically GAMMA) - Aurence: im nooooot sure tbh, idk if hed sing even tbh? but not definitive - Tastra: main singer of the pillows - Ashtala: very likely doesnt sing im thinking lol - Woodlands Knight: never ever ever around people, but he probably sings (somewhat well but w/ a few voicecracks) when by himself, always imagined his singing voice like Meredith Godreau (this has turned into songs and bands i associate w my characters but Wild West off in your dreams, and Grey Weather off Moeni & Kitchi are both songs i always hear him singing in my head)

49.) I know you want me to say Aurence and prolly true you are influencing how i see him a lot hfjshd. Woodlands Knight also would probably look at memes, but most likely cottage core facebook tier stuff (very 'normie' kinda shit). *looks at artfight page* shit Gamede is a character i havent done anything with, she would prolly too, a lot, i need to do more w/ her....

#yetanotherOCmeme #sorry i barely talk about these folks here ;-;#maybe in the future when i have the time to make reference for them #Deckard asking me about them makes me wanna draw them refs so hopefully #specter speaks #specters' ocs #anyways ty for asking deckard anyone feel free to ask more or maybe clarification #but also i get if not cuz i havent said shit about most of em

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bluesylveon2 · 4 years

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My My, I Could Never Let You Go

Summary: Sasha Zoe just wants her dad to walk her down the aisle. There is only one problem: she doesn't know who her dad is! Sasha invites 3 men in hopes of finding out which one is her father. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairings: Levi x Hange, Sasha x Niccolo, and other background relationships

Disclaimer: This is a Levihan Mamma Mia au. This fanfic is inspired by Mamma Mia which is directed by Phyllida Loyd, written by Catherine Johnson, and uses music from the pop group ABBA. Attack on Titan is a manga/anime series written by Hajime Isayama and published by Kondasha

Author’s Note: I’m glad you guys are liking this series. Tbh I was ready for it to sink the moment haha. Anyways, I am uploading another side story because...Feb 22 is MY BDAY!! 🎉 I hope you guys like it!

Need to catch up? Catch up here!

Ch 3: Money, Money, Money

Levi stood on a different part of the yacht watching the waves go by as it headed to Kalokairi. He originally sat next to Erwin until the other man, Mike, started sniffing him randomly. Levi did not like how close Mike was to him, so he decided to sit in a different part of the yacht. Levi and Eren had already helped Mike and Gelgar fix the sails. Now the three men were sitting around and watching the waves pass by while Gelgar was busy sailing the ship.

(Mike claims Levi smells like detergent)

Erwin was staring at the invitation he received months ago. Mike, who was curious, took a small peek and recognized the invite anywhere.

“Bride or groom?” Mike asks

“Bride” Erwin answers and puts the invitation away. He slightly turns his head towards Mike “although I actually never met her.” This interests Levi.

Erwin turns to fully face Mike “I know who you are, you’re Mike Zacharias, aren’t you” Erwin recognized the man from 21 years ago when he saw Mike with Hange. Of course, he did not mention that part out loud. Who knew one of Erwin’s favorite authors would be him? It must be a small world after all.

“Uh-huh,” Mike looked at Erwin and agreed. Mike sniffs Erwin discretely.

(Erwin smells like cologne)

“You know,” Erwin began “your books have really helped me get through the dull business trips. I may look like I am living out my life in some fantasy. In reality, I am surveying across some corner of the planet’

“You should try it for real sometime” Mike suggests

Erwin chuckles “Certainly. I’ll never be the spontaneous adventurer. Not with my current job at the firm.

Levi, overhearing the conversation, turns to Erwin and Mike “You’re a close friend of Hange?” It’s a good thing Levi wore shades or else the men would see the glare he was giving them. Levi wanted to know how she knew these men and what their relationship is to her.

Mike shook his head and looked up at Levi “No, I haven’t heard from her in 20 years-”

This raised Levi’s suspicion “Really?" It's a good thing the two men didn't see the shock in Levi's eyes.

Mike continued on “-then she sends this invite out of the blue.”

Now it was Erwin’s turn to be confused. He assumed Mike was still close to Hange. “You know, that’s a coincidence. Neither have I.”

“Going about!” Gelgar yells at them from the front of the boat.

Levi leaves his spot to help out “You got it?” he asks Erwin

“Right,” Erwin says and stands up. He unties the rope from the side of the boat (AN: I don’t know anything about boats), but it manages to pull him; almost making Erwin fall in the water. Luckily, he kept his balance and saved himself from falling.

“You ok?” Mike asks and looks at Erwin worriedly

“I’m fine” Erwin calls back and pulls the rope

The sails move, and the yacht begins heading towards Kalokairi island.

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Hange was driving to the port in her light blue Land Rover. She is going to meet her best friends Nanaba and Rico. Nanaba Foster is Hange’s English friend and a fun-loving author. Rico Brzenska is Hange’s Polish friend who is a three-time divorcee.

Hange met the two in New College in Oxford when Hange was studying Biological Sciences. Nanaba was studying English, and Rico was studying Music. The three were an unlikely group since they were in different parts of the college. Hange met Nanaba first in the library when Nanaba asked Hange for feedback for a story she was writing. Hange loved listening to Nanaba’s stories, and she (and Rico) were her number one supporters on her journey to become an author. Hange and Nanaba met Rico while walking through the Garden Quad on campus. Rico was surrounded by many admirers who would not leave her alone. Hange and Nanaba saved Rico from her admirers and were confused when they saw how annoyed Rico was. Rico was not annoyed by the two saving her; the issue was that none of the guys were up to her high standards. Rico was looking for a man who was going to make a lot of money. It was like a 6th sense for her, but Rico could tell who is/is not compatible with her with one look.

Nanaba and Rico have been with Hange through her highs and lows. They were present when they performed as a band in Kalokairi, comforted her after Hange’s crazy love life, and were present at Sasha’s christening. Hange cares for the two dearly. She saw them as part of her family (other than Pieck) when she felt like had no one (except for Pieck, but she has her own life to live. Hange didn’t want Pieck to worry about her too much ).

Hange parked her car just in time to see Nanaba and Rico get off the ferry. Hange runs to the edge of the dock but doesn't run to meet her friends just yet.

"Well will you look at what the tide brought it" Hange yells

Nanaba turns and places her back towards Rico "For one night-" Nanaba yells back and holds a pretend microphone up in the air.

"-and one night only" Rico copies Nanaba's pose except she Rico is facing the opposite direction. Rico and Nanaba stand back to back.

"Hange and the Survey Corps!" they all yell at the same time. Hange runs up to her friends and meets them in the middle of the dock to hug them. It's been many years since they last visited, and Sasha was only 9!

Hange came up with the band name to illustrate her personality. Hange loves to discover and learn about new places. It's the main reason why she now lives in Kalokairi after hearing so much about it from Pieck.

(Rico's suggestion was Hange and the Garrison, but it didn't have the same ring as Survey Corps).

“Look at you,” Hange says to her friends. They look more beautiful since the last time she saw them.

“Look at you” Rico reflects back to Hange.

“You look fantastic,” Hange tells Rico as she poses and shows off her latest designer clothes.

Rico laughs and points at Hange “You look like an old hippie.” Hange has dressed in her signature outfit after all (overalls with a white shirt. She was also wearing a hat this time)

Hange put her hands in her pockets and slightly leaned back. She poses by raising her left foot up in its toes and puts her weight on her right leg.

“She looks fabulous” Nanaba compliments Hange.

Hange noticed Rico’s new outfit. It’s different from when she last saw her, and it looks more expensive. Hange wants an outfit like that for herself.

Hange walks up to Rico and grasps her white jacket “Where did you get these?” she asks with a gleam in her eyes.

“Husband number three!” Rico laughs along with Nanaba and Hange

‘Well, I’m sure you must be excited to see Sasha again.” Hange laughs as they pull apart, and starts walking towards Hange’s car. Nanaba and Rico put their stuff in the back and hop in.

“So any men at this wedding?-” Rico asks Hange as they leave the pier and head to the hotel.

Hange couldn't help but laugh. She had a good feeling where this might be going.

“Gorgeous Greeks of independent means?” Rico inquires and waves a hand around

“Here we go again! Husband number four!” Nanaba yells. She also had a feeling of the direction of Rico’s question was going.

Rico laughs at Nanaba’s statement “Not for me. For her.” She gestures to Nanaba.

Rico knows how successful Nanaba has been since becoming an author. She thinks Nanaba needed a handsome (and rich. It’s a plus) to marry. She knows about Nanaba’s previous crush on Mike from 21 years ago. Sure he is caring, a flirt, and owns a boat, but Rico knows Nanaba can find a man who is 20x better for her. The last time she heard of Mike was from Hange, and it was from their nightly boat trips. Rico and Nanaba left a few days after meeting Mike. Nowadays, Hange does not talk much about him anymore.

“He’s coming!” Nanaba yells while ignoring Rico. She knows she does not need a man right now)))

Rico continues to go on anyway “Now that Nanaba’s book is a bestseller and she has the whole world stuffing-”

“Stuffing of what? Vegetables? Meat?” Nanaba laughs

“Don’t give Sasha any ideas, Nanaba.” Hange teases

“I just think it’s time to find Mr. Right,” Rico tells Nanaba with a lace of concern in her voice.

Nanaba dismisses Rico’s suggestion instead “Oh please! Boring!”

“You two are great role models for Sasha. A serial bride and lone wolf.” Hange laughs

“That’s me!” Nanaba points to herself with her thumb and grins “I’m a lone wolf”

Nanaba begins howling like a wolf as Hange drives up towards the hotel. Hange laughs. That’s the Nanaba she knows and loves. Meanwhile, Rico looks dejected after another failed attempt at getting Nanaba a husband.

Nanaba stops howling and looks over at Hange “So when are the two love birds flying the nest?” She is aware of Sasha’s friends leaving the island, except for Sasha herself. Good thing Niccolo is financially stable and is ok with staying in Kalokairi to be with her.

“Oh, God! Who knows?” Hange exclaims as she parks her land rover “I don’t know what is going on in Sasha’s head sometimes. She wants a big, white wedding-” Hange throws her hands up in the air to emphasize how big Sasha wanted her wedding to be. “-and she and Niccolo are making big plans for the hotel. Sometimes I don’t know if she will ever leave!”

“Yeah, but do you really want her to leave?” Nanaba asks questioningly. Hange could see it in Nanaba’s eyes despite Nanaba wearing shades.

“Well, I just want what is best for her'' Hange says and looks out to the distance. She then turns to her friends. “Of course not!” The three women laugh and exit the car.

Hange looks up to find Niccolo and all of Sasha’s guy friends heading in her direction.

“Niccolo! Come meet my backup girls. Guys, come catch up with Rico and Nanaba!” she yells.

“Backup girls, my ass!” Nanaba and Rico yell at the same time. They weren’t going to let Hange have all of the spotlight.

“He’s the leading man for tomorrow’s shindig,” Hange says as Niccolo walks over to Nanaba.

“The lucky man” Niccolo laughs. He extends his arms out towards Nanaba but does not hug her yet.

“You must be-” he pauses a bit to think about the names of Hange’s friends Sasha mentioned to him before their arrival.

“Nanaba”

Nanaba nods in approval. “I am” Nanaba smiles.

“How are you?” Niccolo asks as he leans forward to hug Nanaba

“Very well” Nanaba laughs. She likes this man already.

Niccolo lets go of Nanaba so she can catch up with Sasha’s friends. Niccolo heads over to Rico as she leaves the car.

“And you must be Rico. I’ve heard so much about you” Now it’s Rico’s turn to hug Niccolo.

“All bad, I hope” Rico laughs.

Niccolo smiles. He’s heard a lot about her from Hange “Yes” he nods.

“And all true!” Hange yells from the trunk. Niccolo noticed the big suitcase Hange tries to pull out from the trunk. He quickly walks over to Hange to help.

“Hange. Let me get them for you.” Niccolo says and grabs the suitcase for her. Nanaba and Rico look over after talking to the rest of Sasha’s friends. They watch the interaction with a smile on their faces. They definitely like Niccolo.

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“Why did I wear stilettos?” Rico complains as she climbs up the steps to the hotel.

“Oxygen. Sweet oxygen” Nanaba gasps after finally finding a place to sit. Niccolo and the other guys bring Nanaba and Rico’s luggage to their hotel room.

Hange was amused by her friends reactions. It’s been many years since they last visited. Meanwhile, Hange was unfazed with climbing up all those steps. Heck, she could most likely run up a flight of stairs and sing a musical number at the same time!

Sasha hears the sounds of her aunt’s voice and runs out to her balcony. It seems like they aren’t used to climbing up so many stairs after all. Sasha laughs. It’s been years since she’s last seen them.

“Aunt Nanaba!” She yells and smiles gleefully before running down to meet her aunts

“Heeeyyy,” Nanaba calls back. She is still exhausted from the climb up.

Rico turns to Hange “Look at Sasha. She is so beautiful!”

“I know” Hange replies gleefully. She is proud of how her little girl grew up to be a beautiful woman.

Sasha pauses briefly when she makes it to the door. Nanaba notices Sasha nearby and the big smile on her face. She can’t believe how much Sasha has grown.

“Come here, Sasha!” Nanaba says and opens her arms for a hug. Sasha runs over to her with excitement in her body.

Nanaba pulls away from Sasha to see how much she has grown in person.

“Sasha Zoe, you are more gorgeous-” Nanaba places her palms on Sasha’s cheeks and lightly shakes her head “-every time I see you. You really do.” She compliments her. Sasha couldn’t hide her happiness after Nanaba complimented her.

Rico looks over to Sasha from her spot next to Hange “I bet you don’t remember me.”

“Not with all that makeup and plastic surgery” Nanaba teases with a smirk and Hange laughs.

Sasha runs up to Rico to hug her. “Of course I do, Auntie Rico. You haven’t changed at all.”

“I’m so happy for you,” Rico tells Sasha during their hug.

“Look at my baby,” Hange says proudly and gently pulls Sasha away from Rico to hug her herself.

“Her whole life ahead of her” Hange coos and leans towards her daughter

Sasha laughs at her mother’s antics “Oh please, I’m getting married, Mom. I’m not joining a convent!” she says while wriggling away from her mother’s grasp. Sasha starts heading towards the hotel.

“She’s feisty. I like that” Rico compliments.

Nanaba walks up to Hange and puts an arm around her shoulder “She’s a chip off the old block” she laughs.

Hange dismisses the thought as she and her friends climbed up the steps to the hotel. “If she were like me, then she wouldn’t get married at 20”

“Or married at all” Rico chimes in. Hange laughs

Hange keeps walking and realizes something. She forgot to put the laundry down! Hange groans internally and turns back towards her best friends

“Sorry! I meant to take the laundry down before you came. I would have asked Moblit, but he was busy fixing some things.” Hange pushes some of the sheets off to the side to make space to walk through

“You think with all this new technology, they would make one make the beds” Hange grabs the nearest sheet in front of her and rolls it up as she walks. Sasha notches her mom carrying the sheet and begins walking towards her.

“If only you had majored in Engineering instead of Biology” Rico jokes

“If they did, you’d be going along behind it making them again. I know you, Mom” Sasha laughs as she grabs the sheet off of Hange’s hands and kisses her on the cheek. Meanwhile, Niccolo walks up to Rico and Nanaba with glasses of water. They were exhausted from the climb up.

“But I am gonna modern it!” Hange calls back. She turns around and notices Niccolo.

“Tell them about your idea” Hange walks off to do a few errands while Niccolo presents his plan.

“The guys and I are designing a website. I think this place has so much potential, and no one knows we’re here. The only way you could know is from locals. I was one of the lucky few who got to experience the island for myself.-” Sasha walks towards Niccolo and stands by his side.

“-All of Sasha’s friends want to pitch in their specialties too. If we market it really well, then people would come flooding in.”

Rico and Nanaba couldn’t stop smiling after hearing the idea. They too got to experience Kalokairi’s beauty. It is a shame very few people got to see it after they first visited.

“We just want this to be the ultimate romantic destination” Sasha pipes in “This was once the site of Aphrodite's Fountain. You know, the goddess of love. If you drank the water-” she turns and faces Niccolo with a loving smile on her face.

“-You’re supposed to find true love and perfect happiness” Niccolo couldn’t stop smiling at his fiancee. He goes in to kiss her.

Hange is already walking back by the time Sasha finishes explaining her plan for the island.

“I’ll take a glass of that” Rico tells Hange and wraps an arm around her shoulder.

“I’ll take a whole bucket,” Nanaba says and drinks some of her water.

“Aphrodite's Spa?” Rico questions Hange as they head inside the hotel. They didn’t need to stand there while Sasha and Niccolo were spending some quality time together. That would be awkward for all of them.

“I thought you didn’t want a boatload of tourists?” Nanaba adds

Hange turns her head to face them while she walks ‘Oh no. Not boatloads. No.” She says firmly

“But you know, a few more would be nice” Hange playfully rolls her eyes and laughs.

Hange walks into the bathroom and remembers the toilet situation. She turns back to her friends and becomes serious.

“Now, the thing about the toilet. If it does not flush, then go get Moblit. If he is unavailable, then go-” Hange moves her hands in a go motion “-and just walk away. Come back after a while and it should..” Hange trails off

She puts her hand near her ear nervously before walking off. “Nothing works around here except for me and Moblit.”

Rico and Nanaba look at Hange worryingly as Hange walks towards the main room.

Hange stops near the window. The glass pans were open, but the shutters were closed. Hange turns to her friends “I’ve been running this hotel for 15 years, and I never had a day off. I constantly work though I have an assistant!”

Rico and Nanaba look at each other nervously. Hange sounds like she was ready to blow with her “I’m fine, but I’m not really fine” tone in her voice. Hange noticed their exchange.

“But it’s fine. I’m fine” Hange tries to reassure them and leans on the window shutter causing it to fall to the ground nearly hitting Moblit and a few other workers.

Hange grabs the window sill and looks down at who she possibly hit. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry Moblit!”

“I’m ok Ms. Hange. I didn’t get hurt!” He calls back hoping to ease the situation. He leans down to pick up the broken shutter. Looks like another thing to add to the list.

Hange sighs before complaining to her friends “I work hard every day to pay the bills, and there’s not enough left for me.”

Nanaba saw a nearby chair and was sitting down to be comfortable while listening to Hange’s story. She knew the moment Hange starts talking then there is no stopping her.

“Don’t sit down there. It’s broken” Hange says before walking off. Luckily, Nanaba caught herself on time.

Hange walks over to the balcony and looks out to the sea. Rico and Nanba follow behind her.

“You know, I have plans, and it would work if I married a wealthy man. Think about all the things I can do!” Hange exclaims

The trio heads towards the surprisingly empty kitchen. Hange leans back on a counter. Rico stands on her right, and Nanaba stands on her left

“Wealthy men are hard to find” Rico states.

“I can’t get him off my mind. Even if he were free, he wouldn’t want me!” Hange exclaims and walks to another part of the hotel.

Nanaba and Rico share a look before following. They knew someone who did fit the criteria. Too bad he broke Hange’s heart to marry someone else.

“Might as well go to Las Vegas or Monaco!” Hange complains by the time Rico and Nanaba catch up to her in the hotel plaza

Hange could see it already. The boat rides, the places she could visit, discover flora and fauna. The possibilities are endless! Sadly for her, it’s a rich man’s world.

Hange was not paying much attention when a sudden crack appeared in the plaza. She and the others moved away on time to avoid stepping on it

“What happened here?” Rico gasps

“The earth moved! We’re falling apart!” Hange says while fascinated by the sudden shift in the ground

“Really?” Nanaba asks skeptically. Hange waves it off with one hand.

“Don’t think much about it” She laughs and grabs her friend’s arms. “Come on. Let’s go have fun!”

It’s time to drink wine and have some girl time!

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Meanwhile, on another part of the island, Levi, Erwin, and Mike had arrived in Kalokairi. All three men were heading towards the hotel.

Author’s notes:

I was going to use another name for Hange’s band, but Survey Corps has the same number of syllables as Dynamos.

Nanaba does not have a last name, so I picked Foster like banana foster haha (a dessert made from bananas and vanilla ice cream, with a sauce made from butter, brown sugar, cinnamon, dark rum, and banana liqueur.) It was better than Pudding or Bread

#levihan #levi x hange #levihan fanfiction #nicosasha #erwin x hange #mike x hange #aruani #hitch x marlow #mikenana #marco x mina #pokkopikku #snk #attack on titan

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are u still doing the ask game? can i ask for 19 or 20?

for you anon, of course! 20 is actually a really lame two-sentence note that isn't worth anyone's time, so I'll do 19!

19 is a really sad story tbh. I've always really liked the character Sedusa and it kills me that the writers never did more with her. I believe they said the reason why was because they couldn't think of many kid-friendly scenarios to put her in, which is fair lmao.

lol one of my notes for this outline is "this is my dark manifesto to [Sedusa] and it comes off like a bad CW remake," which was written way before the CW show announcement. so not to get a big ego about things, but I totally beat them to the punch. This fic is my only rated M fic (though arguably Acting Normal may also change into M just for its dark themes as well).

This story is adequately tilted "Sedusa" and it follows how a plain jane named Sara became one of Townsville's most notorious villains. The plot's below, though content warning, please don’t read if your triggered by abusive relationships, domestic violence, child abuse, sexual assault/harassment, or gore. The outline won't be detailed (and tbh the actual story won't be heavily detailed either) but i believe that everyone still deserves a fair warning :)

The outline doesn't do the plot justice, but it's all I got so hopefully people just Get It.

CHARACTER NOTES:

Canonically, I believe the Sedusa's character was supposed to represent envy and lust. So, one of the main themes I try to stick with when writing her character is the definition of envy, which is a "feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by someone else's possessions, qualities, or luck."

PLOT:

Sara is a sweet and mousy little girl, who tries her best to stay invisible. She's rather plain-looking except for her really beautiful long dark hair. Originally, she's not from Townsville, but somewhere in the "country" where a person could be considered a bumpkin. Sara's a smart young girl, but her intelligence is rather unrefined. She spends most of her time obsessing over greek and Egyptian mythology.

She's from a rather big family, but she's the baby. Her father is abusive. Her mother is neglectful and Sara resents her mother for just standing by while abuse is occurring. To cope, Sara dreams of running away and falls deeper into her mythology obsession--specifically Medusa. Sara feels like Medusa would understand her.

At 16, she runs away to Townsville where she tries to be a hairdresser. With no money, she ends up in a really seedy part of town and the beauty parlor she works for ends up being a front for more illicit activities. She still does hair, but really makes her money as a call-girl of sorts. Just one of those girls who gives handjobs in the back to sad old men. It's easy money (I'm pro-sex work lol so I don't make this a big deal, but she's still a minor and it's wrong), but she's disgusted with herself (and men). At this time, she isn't very good at manipulating men--it's more like they have power over her and it reminds her of her father, only making her angrier and angrier.

It is also of note that while she's working at the Parlor, she encounters Sarah Bellum via tv (Ms. Bellum is just an intern with the Mayor at this point). She's instantly fascinated by this other Sarah and forms an odd (slightly toxic) parasocial relationship with her. Sara thinks it's amazing that Sarah went to school and is just so glamourous. Ms. Bellum is really everything Sara wants to be.

*time skip*

Sara falls in love with some jackass. Still slightly obsessed with Sarah Bellum. Still working at the parlor. Sara feels stagnant and worthless. Her jackass boyfriend and a few of his shitty friends end up attacking Sara and cutting off her hair (which was her prized possession). She gets away, but not totally unscathed.

In the process of running away, she bumps into a mysterious man who promises He can fix whatever is troubling her. The mysterious man manipulates an affirmative answer out of Sara and he "fixes" her problem. The man is HIM and he transforms her into the woman we all know as Sedusa (who goes by Ima when disguised).

“And what is it that you want?” HIM tsked, almost sounding bored.

She looked back at the mirror, at her broken reflection and lipstick smeared down her face. With a sore, croaking voice she sneered, “I want my fu-fucking hair back.”

Behind her, the entity smiled, Its facing splitting wide into two, “Oh, now that I can do.”

She watched through the shattered glass how It—HIM—snapped its odd monstrous claw. HIM’s smile grew more grotesque, as a thin bead of sweat began to break out on her forehead.

“This might hurt a little bit,” the entity giggled as she began to hyperventilate, “but what is that you little humans say?" HIM paused, watching her with a tilt of Its head as pain shot through her temples, "Oh, that’s right—”

She gasped and then screamed, dropping to her knees as she clutched at her head. Something wiggled underneath her scalp, pushing harder and harder to break against the resistance of her skin. It felt as if something was pressing against her brain, trying to carve away at her skull.

“—beauty is pain.” HIM growled, appearing next to her so Its voice—now low and baritone—was right in her ear, and It grasped her by the chin forcing her to watch the mirror as snake-like tendrils sprouted from her skull. She cried out at the sight and her body trembled with the pain.

One black, oily, twisted snake after another shot out of a bloody crater on her head. She tried her best through the pain to shake HIM off—to look away—but It held her still with a twisted laugh. She thrashed and howled in agony as the blood poured down her face in rivets. HIM didn't let go. Instead, HIM forced her still, grabbing her by the chin so she'd peer directly into the broken mirror.

Sara paled right before her very eyes, from a peachy skin tone to a white paste. She tried to blink away the tears that wouldn’t stop welling in her eyes—the green of them becoming more acidic with every passing second.

“The fun should be ending soon.” HIM giggled again, Its voice back to a soprano, but she was too forgone to hear him, as her eyes began to lull into the back of her head.

Eventually, when the transformation is complete, we see this:

Sara had stayed collapsed on her knees after HIM vanished into thin air. She stared with wide eyes as blood, sweat, and tears dripped onto and rolled off her thighs. She hardly paid attention to her surrounding, all she could do was listen. She listened to her hair. She listened to the constant moving, living, mass that slithered around her head, neck, and shoulders. The coils almost seemed to be cooing at her, comforting her through her pain, offering sweet apologies for what they had done. They promised her nothing bad would ever happen again. They were a dangerous shield forged from her own body to protect her.

Her body. A vessel for this odd new life.

“Heh.” A deranged giggle escaped her mouth, “Heh. Heh ha—hahaha!” She laughed until her throat burned and tightened, her tears finally drying.

It was instantaneous. It was powerful. Sara had never known love before, but she loved them. She loved every single one of them.

And here she had thought she'd never be a mother.

Sara becomes Sedusa--taking inspiration from Medusa, her childhood fascination. She wonders if HIM knew, but she wouldn't bother asking. She feels sexy, powerful, and unstoppable. Her hair has instilled a new confidence in her and she's finally able to stand up for herself. Soon, she realizes that she's an "exotic" beauty and has men eating out of her hand. She isn't someone who kills, but if she gets bored (or feels threaten) she will.

Things are going good until the PowerPuff Girls are finally created. When she sees them for the first time, she pities them, especially when they're run out of town. She relates to them for not being loved little girls, but is completely shocked when she finds out they've won the town over. This shock turns into resentment and she decides she'll get even with the girls

Then, cue canon. Sedusa seduces the Professor. We see what happens in that episode plus a little more. Sedusa takes out a lot of her repressed childhood trauma on the girls and is plain awful to them. By the time her stint with the Professor is over, she hates them all.

Then, there's the episode with Bellum. Bellum becomes the Athena to Sedusa's medusa. Bellum is still this elevated person in Sedusa's mind, and it only makes sense to Sedusa that she should become Bellum. To become Bellum, Sedusa seduces Bellum and they end up having a brief relationship. (Sedusa pretends to be an intern at City Hall and the two ladies bond over having the same first name). Eventually, Sedusa reveals her plot and the canon events happen. (Bellum is heartbroken over Sedusa).

I'd like to emphasize that Sedusa's relationship with Bellum almost turns her "good," but her hair coils (HIM's curse) prevents her from taking those steps. Her coils prevent close loving relationships--since they're supposed to be shield that keeps people out, preventing any chance that Sedusa's heart may be broken again. [coils represent her inability to heal from the past]

Then we run through a quick montage of her other appearances.

[throughout all of this, I would write how her hair coils are making her more and more insane]

*time skip to after the events of the og show*

This is where my plot can go anywhere. I think Sedusa becomes sloppy, maybe kills a politican. She's spirialing out of control and mad that she can't find any real happiness in her life. I think it'd be interesting to show her interacting with the rrb, not necessarily to show their relationship, but to show how Sedusa would be infuriated that HIM had sons, especially sons who hurt girls for fun ( i.e. the ppg) (a real 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend' moment for her). She's also infuriated at HIM for turning her into a monster, so being mad about his "sons" is just an excuse to get even with the entity.

To hurt HIM, she decides to hurt the boys, but the girls interfere. They won't let innocent live be taken, no matter the person's moral alignment. This infuriates Sedusa even more than HIM ever could. Because again, despite all the shitty things that have happened to the Girls, they are still good as opposed to Sedusa, who ended up bad. She doesn't understand why she had to end up the way she did.

However, the girls aren't the people who finally "defeat" Sedusa. Instead, that honor is left to Ms. Bellum (Sedusa's "Athena"), who Sedusa still very much loves in her own sick twisted way. Paralleling the Sedusa/Bellum episode in the og show, the girls (while protecting the boys) are almost defeated by Sedusa until Bellum intervenes. It's revealed that Bellum had a shitty childhood too (again enforcing the parallels/differences between the two women) and believes that it's not too late for Sedusa to change her ways (it’s a real “I’m rotten work” “no it isn’t. Not if it’s you” moment) In a moment of mental clarity, where the coils (and by extension HIM) cannot affect her judgement, Sedusa releases the boys and the girls. Sedusa doesn't stay though, like Bellum pleads, she gets scared and runs away. (but does tell Bellum she’d always love her, whatever that’s good for)

[also I decide bellum to defeat sedusa to show that the girls are still to young and that adults should be the ones dealing with other adults] [and bellum has a good track record of doing just that]

Idk if she'd be gone forever, but it's implied that she hasn't been seen in Townsville for a long time. What she gets up to is left ambiguous. She can't be good because of her hair coils, but she doesn't want to be bad. idk I don't want it to have a sad ending, but I don't think it can really be happy.

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I try hard to play with the concept of beauty, womanhood, purity, love and how negative/positive responses to trauma affect these concepts. Idk it's really rough and needs to be thought out more, especially the end, but I think Sedusa deserves her own story.

#this isn't edited sorry I'm tired #outline ask game #my outlines #sedusa #this story is near and dear to me #but i don't think i have the skills to write it yet #my writings #the boys are literally not important btws they’re knocked out the whole time or something idk #this story ain’t about them

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