#they are all a little too exaggerated here I'm afraid... but maybe that's just the way Rael sees things xD

[avirael]

How to hold a grudge (on behalf of someone else)

“Oh! Hello Rael!”

The audacity of this man!, was all Rael thought as they opened the door to their house and found Thancred standing on the other side. They felt horribly tempted to just slam the door right back shut into his stupidly grinning face.

Certainly they could say that it had just been one of these intrusive Lalafell who tried to sell their useless and overpriced goods to gullible people (like A’viloh) or one of their neighbours asking to borrow sugar again. Anyone who was not Thancred Waters.

What did he even want here? Had all of the women in Revenant’s Toll finally realised how much of a fraud he was and fled town? Or maybe they had chased him away with brooms and pitchforks. Yes, the later was absolutely Rael’s preferred explanation for his unwelcome presence here.

They still glowered at the man, trying really hard not to greet him with an insult, when A’vi returned from the kitchen. “Who’s there?”, he asked gloomily on his way back to the couch. Just as Thancred appeared in his field of view, the Hyur raised an arm and waved lightly. “Hello to you too, A’viloh.”

“Oh!”, the Miqo’te exclaimed surprised and almost dropped the bowl of ice cream he held in his hands. And there was that expression again, Rael noted in frustration. The same one he had made the last time they had visited the Rising Stones. It was a strange mix of feelings and Rael thought it difficult to find a fitting word for it. He looked like he had mistaken some dangerous animal for a harmless pet and was now horrified by the bloodshed it caused but still couldn’t stop himself from liking that creature anyway despite its nature. Maybe the comparison was unnecessarily gruesome but Rael just hoped that A’viloh was at least clever enough not to get himself torn to pieces by the metaphorical sharp teeth.

***

It wasn’t all that difficult to understand how the Viera got this rather extreme opinion about Thancred Waters. He had always had a certain reputation around Vesper Bay and Ul’dah, Rael had quickly learned as they had asked around about the Scions before choosing to work with them. On top of that the man hadn’t exactly left a good first impression when they had met in person for the first time. Maybe he had honestly just been curious about meeting a Viera for the first time but Rael had already heard a few pretty stupid pick-up lines during their journey and this man had seemed right in line with that. A raised eyebrow and disgusted look on their face at least had quickly disheartened him to try any further.

But then there was A’viloh! Kind, yet so self-sabotaging A’viloh! Rael had long stopped wondering what it was that he found interesting about Thancred and instead decided to just blame it on a severe case of mental confusion. They had warned him about Thancred back when A'viloh had told them about the invitation but it really wasn’t their place to tell A’vi what to do or, in this case, not to do. So at first the Viera had simply intended for him to either be clever (which seemed unlikely) or learn that lesson on his own and the hard way if necessary. But this had been many months ago and in the meantime a lot had happened. By now the idea that the poor Miqo’te could get his feelings hurt by that vile man was giving Rael a headache.

Sure, Rael occasionally liked to tease him about the way he acted around Thancred and at first all of his infatuation had almost seemed to Rael like a good sign, but that assessment had changed shortly after. Finally Rael had managed to convince A’viloh that it would be a good idea to return to the Rising Stones and speak to Thancred about how the Miqo’te felt responsible for what had happened to him (and only about that, mind you!) but in the meantime Thancred had seemingly recovered very well and immediately reverted back to his old ways. Just worse. Both, concerning the quantity of alcohol and women.

In a surprisingly short span of time Thancred had managed to be seen with more women than Rael could count on their fingers, some of them just shamelessly flirting with but enough of them in more or less obvious situations. And that were just the ones he had no qualms to be seen with, Rael assumed. It was unnecessary to mention that A’viloh’s resolution to speak to him had died down abruptly.

Rael had observed this tragedy for as long and as peacefully as they could tolerate. They hadn’t wanted to interfere in something that actually wasn’t any of their business, so they had hoped that A’vi would soon get angry enough to stop moping. But they should have known that anger wasn’t exactly one of A’vi’s standard solutions for his problem and so of course it only seemed to get worse over time. Rael on the other hand had quickly developed a habit of getting angry on his behalf, to their own frustration.

One day Rael was speaking with Papalymo and Y'shtola about a book they were studying, when they noticed A'viloh gloomily staring down the counter of F‘lhaminn’s bar. After a moment F‘lhaminn, like the good barkeep she was, put a glass of liquor in front of him, raised an eyebrow and expected him to talk.

“What’s up with you?” she asked but A’viloh just grimaced and nodded to the glass in front of him. “That’s not a good idea. Alcohol and me don’t seem to go so well together.”

F‘lhlaminn had chuckled and made a peculiar face. “Oh, just like Thancred I guess…”, she said leaving it up to his interpretation if she meant alcohol and Thancred or him and Thancred, while she eyed him for a reaction.

A desperate sigh was all she got for an answer, but that was more than enough.

“Ha! So I rightfully thought this was about him. You know, I saw you eyeing him and Higiri…”

Avi snapped to attention, ears going up, face turning red. “What?! That ain’t true! Why would I??”

“If you say so…”, F’lhaminn chuckled again and returned her attention to the glass she was cleaning.

Seemingly unaware of the fact that he was proving her right, A’vi turned his head the other way and kept on sadly watching Thancred flirt with one of the doman girls from afar.

At that point Rael had decided to do something and stepped closer. “If you don't stop looking like this, I will go over there and I will punch him in his stupid face.”, they annouced sitting down beside A'vi.

Startled the Miqo’te turned around. “What?”

“It’s excuse me!”, Rael corrected and then repeated their words. “I said I am going to punch him in the face if you don’t!”

A’viloh was either truly unaware about his lovesick staring or had decided to play very very dumb. “Who?”

“Please! Don’t pretend to be more stupid than you actually are. Thancred of course!”, the Viera grumbled.

A’viloh still pretended to be oblivious. “Why should you do that??”

“You know why!”, sternly Rael glowered at him and finally the Miqo’te gave up this charade. “Alright! Fine! But how is he supposed to know that it bothers me?”, he retorted and Rael seriously wondered if he was this oblivious about how he was behaving.

“By the Twelve, A’vi!”, they exclaimed, a saying they had quickly picked up along with another few curses. “He can’t have that much brain damage to not notice that! Everybody in this building must by now have noticed that you are in love with him. I wouldn’t even be surprised if everybody in this whole town knows!”

A’viloh wanted to object at first but quickly gave up.. “I am not-... No… Please! Don’t tell me it is really that obvious?”

Rael rolled their eyes and slightly shook their head. “No, don’t worry! You just longingly stare at him every chance you get and sigh sadly every time he talks to someone. I guess your secret is safe!”

“That’s not funny…”, he muttered quietly with drooping ears. Rael just shrugged. It was only the truth.

Then A’vi added: “The idea that someone like Rowena knows something like that is kinda scary…”

“Careful! She’ll find a way to make money out of that. Blackmail or something…”, Rael couldn’t help but tease. At least the Miqo’te spent the rest of the day brooding over something that wasn’t Thancred Waters.

But then a few days later Rael had reached the point where they had enough.

One late afternoon they had found A’vi picking at his food while once again staring across the room, where Thancred sat at the bar with one arm around the shoulders of an annoyingly giggling Miqo’te girl. It was painful to watch, both Thancred and his conquest being so obliviously obnoxious as well as A’viloh’s reaction to it, but apart from this it was mostly infuriating. Rael wasn’t even sure who they wanted to yell at the most. So after wordlessly watching for a minute or another they lost their temper and growled at A’viloh.

“Are you mad!? You can’t seriously tell me that this -“, they hissed, silently enough not to catch any attention, gesturing towards the bar. “THIS is what you want? To be stupid! And replaceable! And forgotten before morning!?”

Slightly shocked A’viloh had stared at them for a moment, like he just realised it was the truth, before he wordlessly shook his head and sighed. It wasn’t fair that Rael had lashed out at him, they knew that, but seemingly he needed someone to tell him how ridiculous all of this was. Nonetheless he still looked sad of course, so this time it had been Rael, who had decided to take A’viloh and flee as far away as possible, seeking refuge in their house near Limsa again.

Of course this wouldn’t solve anything and they couldn’t avoid that bastard forever, but there was nothing else Rael could do about it. (Unless you counted maiming or murder a reasonable approach of course.) They simply hoped that A’viloh would soon come to his senses and realise how stupid it was to care about someone as ruthless as Thancred Waters.

***

And now this impossible man had the nerve to show up at their door! Obliviously grinning at that! They really wanted to strangle him. “What are you doing here, Thancred?”, they asked with a way too sweet tone and a strained smile, that somehow looked threatening.

“Ah! Very good question!”, he answered and laughed obliviously. “The two of you haven’t shown me your house yet! So I thought I‘d visit and see for myself!”

The carefully put together smile on Rael’s face faded as quickly as it had appeared. There was no way they would be able to remain friendly towards him even one second longer. “Well, now that you‘ve seen it, why don’t you go and—”

A’viloh, who until then was silently observing the contents of his ice cream bowl in concentration, at once snapped to attention. Alarmed he stared at the Viera while loudly proclaiming. “That’s so nice of you! Why don’t you come in first and we‘ll get you something to drink?”

He left it to Thancred to let himself in and instead grabbed Rael‘s arm to pull them into the kitchen.

“You can’t say something like this, Rael!”, he argued quietly.

“I can’t say what?”, they raised their eyebrows and didn’t bother very much to speak quietly. What bothered them though, was that A‘viloh still was so disgustingly friendly to him. Rael had thought he had understood by now, that on this man all kindness was wasted. “That, for all I care about, he can go and fuck himself?”

“Rael!”, A’viloh hissed and nervously eyed the door.

“Why?”, they simply retorted angrily, while picking up the bowl A’vi had put down on the counter and putting a light ice spell on it. They would rather have put that spell elsewhere.

“Because it‘s rude!”, the Miqo’te exclaimed. „Also, I don‘t think that would be very accurate to say considering… you know…”

“Please!”, Rael interrupted. “It’s very appalling how much thought you seem to have spared to that topic!”

A’viloh gasped. “What?! You started this! I didn’t!”

So much for gratitude!, Rael thought as they opened their mouth to retort something maybe a little bit too snarky. But just in that moment Thancred’s voice echoed from the living rooms. “You two have such a wonderful house. I already thought the garden was beautiful but in here? What a pretty place!”, he said as he pranced into the kitchen and confidently leaned onto the counter like he owned the whole place. To Thancred’s luck and Rael’s disappointment the knife block was out of the Viera‘s reach.

“Thank you…”, A‘viloh answered while still keeping an eye on Rael. The Hyur looked at them innocently smiling as if he didn’t notice at all in what a dangerous situation he had put himself. Nonchalantly he looked around and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “But don’t you think something is missing?”

“Missing??”, Rael echoed and wondered if they should break his nose and see if some of his own blood on the kitchen tiles would suit his taste more. But no! That would just give A‘viloh an opportunity to get unnecessarily worried about him again…

“What do you mean, missing?”, A‘vi asked confused and let his gaze wander through the room as well.

Thancred shrugged. “I don’t know, just a feeling… Are you already completely done with the house or is there anything left you wanted to do?”

“We are more or less done.”, replied the Miqo’te and then added. “Well, Rael still wanted a proper work desk but we didn’t have time for that yet. And maybe something to sit down in the garden or an orchestrion but that would be too much work I‘m afraid…”

Thancred nodded. “Mh, that’s a shame! I think some music would make this place even more cozy…”

(If by cozy he meant the untidy chaos A’viloh had turned their house into these last few days…)

“Right?”, the Miqo’te agreed excitedly. It was disgusting.

Rael had enough of this nonsense. They knew that it would get ugly if they had to hear only a single more word of this conversation. But just as they were about to leave with an inappropriate remark, telling themselves not to care about Thancred being a horrible person and A’viloh being an idiot, all of their linkpearls started to chime at once.

Surprised they stared at each other and then answered the call more or less simultaneously. Minfilia was on the other end of the connection asking if they all could come to the Rising Stones. Then she shortly explained that there had been new information and that all of them were to meet as soon as possible to plan their next move.

Her tone had been serious and all of them knew that this could only either mean one threat or another. While Rael went to the living room table to pick up their grimoire from beneath a heap of papers, Thancred excused himself saying that he would check a few of his own sources before meeting them later.

Rael threw a few things into a bag and went upstairs to change clothes. When they returned some minutes later A’viloh was wandering through the living room with a puzzled expression on his face, ice cream bowl in one hand (of course he wouldn’t let that go to waste!) and lifting the sofa cushions one by one with the other.

Rael sighed. “What are you doing??”

“Please tell me you’ve seen any of my weapons somewhere…”

[dcxdpdabbles]

Dauntless Matchmaker Part 2

Danny knew that his strange new boss was rich. He figured that much out by the overly priced suit and the wad of cash, but when he followed him into an Uber, he never thought he would wind up at the Waynes.

Everyone knew who the Waynes were. Danny personally thought it was no exaggeration when people called Bruce Wayne the Prince of Gotham.

He thought it fit the lovable man far more than the title of White Knight. It wasn't that Bruce didn't do the most out of all the ultra-rich to help the city, but rather, it mirrored the Dark Knight too much.

Danny thinks Bruce Wayne and Batman were too different to be compared like that. At least Mr. Wayne is real.

"Welcome home, Master Damian." The butler said as soon as the two walked through the door. His intrigued eyes slowly glanced at Danny, causing the teenager to stand straighter. "And who might our guest be?"

"I believed he was here for Drake." The young boy- apparently named Damian, fibs. Danny is a little impressed that he can sound so uncaring about what is happening despite being the whole reason he is here.

Danny knows that his job is to fool the butler and act like he isn't very aware of Damian. He offers the man his best smile. "Yeah, I came to see Tom. "

The older gentleman raises a brow while Damian shoots him a look of utter venom. Danny fights the urge to cower underneath the boy's displeasure. That is one nasty scowl the boy had.

"I am afraid Master Tim, is currently unavailable in his room"

Aw, crude, he said the wrong name. "Um, I know he said he needed a few minutes to get ready, but I was allowed to go up to his room. I'm sorry, sir I'm a little nervous."

"I see," The other says carefully before sharing a look with Damian. There is a moment where the two just stare at each other, and after a few small hand signs- sign language, maybe?- the butler clears his throat.

"That's quite alright, young man. You may go to Master Tim's room. It's up the main stairway on the third level, fifth door on the right."

Danny practically ran to the stairs, throwing a quick "Thank you, sir!" as he scurried away from the Butler and his boss. The boy still looked greatly displeased with his performance.

He prays he gets better at it once he speaks with Tom-er Tim and gets their story straight. Curious, He glances around, taking in the tasteful night pictures of Gotham City and the scattered few statues.

His breath catches when he sees a large frame photo of a man lying on an old couch looking into the far distance, his smile curving with mischievous glee and the sunlight reflecting the blue of his eyes.

There is a background of an old library, but the sun streaming through the window drapes him with a glow that makes the other man seem otherworldly.

It feels like it should be a painting, but it is so clearly a photograph that Danny has half a mind to wonder if someone who looked like that could possibly be real.

"Wow." He breathes, stepping closer to the frame.

"Wow, yourself." A gruff voice suddenly says, making Danny jump. Whirling around, he finds a boy about his age leaning on the doorframe.

It takes Danny a moment to realize that he is the subject of the art he was just admiring. But while the teenager in the photo seemed like a visiting angel, draped gracefully put together the teenager before him is, in a slight word, a mess.

He was wearing an oversized, fluffy, red open bathrobe. He seemed to only bother to slip on some baggy sweatpants and one sock. His hair didn't seem to have been combed in days, and there were dreadful bags underneath his eyes.

Despite that, Danny felt his heart flutter slightly when he made eye contact with the other.

"Who are you?" The stranger asks, voice a soft mutter.

"Um...I'm looking for Tim?"

"You found him." There is a half smile, but it falls quickly as the boy's demeanor seems to grow sad. Welp, his boss did say he was recently heartbroken.

"Oh great! I was told by Damian to do this when I found you." He places his hand on the wall, knocking six times, pausing for a few seconds, then knocking four.

Tim's face flashes through emotions faster than Danny can understand before the other teens' eyes water. That's all the warning he gets just as Tim bursts into tears.

He has no idea what's happening, but Danny's protective core has him rushing forward to bring the sobbing boy into his arms. He fumbles for a few seconds, unsure if it's welcome, until Tim melts into him, sobbing softly into his chest.

"It's okay. Shh. Shhhh. It's alright, everything will be alright. Why don't we head to your room?"

"Okay," The other whimpers. Danny helps him to his room, trying his best to offer as much support as possible. He is just starting to wonder if he should offer to get him some water or something when Tim kicks the door close, and the tears are all gone.

"Alright, we managed to fool Alfred. He was watching from the stairway," Tim whispers, leaning in close to Danny's face. He gave the startled half-ghost a sneer. "Now, who are you, and why did Damian send you to be my fake boyfriend?"

"Wait, you guys have a code for fake dating? That's what that was?"

"That's not important. I want to know what your objective is."

Danny tells him everything that Damian has told him since finding him. It's only been a few hours since he was fired and since he was taken by Damian.

Tim took it all in without much emotion.

"So you're here as my pity date to get Alfred to leave me alone? And was the Demon Brat the one to hire you? A likely story."

"No, I swear everything I've said is true."

"Oh, and I bet Batman is going to come out of the closet, too," The other said, rolling his eyes.

Danny frowns. "Batman isn't real."

At once, Tim's entire body seemed to have frozen. He blinks slowly, almost as if he is delayed in the reaction. "What did you just say?"

"Batman isn't real," Danny repeats slower, suddenly afraid for Tim's mental health. Next thing he knows, Tim will say the tooth fairy is real.

"Yes, he is."

"No, that's what the government wants you to think so they can hunt him down."

Tim blicks even slower before a blush starts to climb along his cheekbones. He reaches up to play with the hair at the back of his neck. "If that's true, then what is Batman really?"

"A ghost," Danny says confidently and Tim's face grows even redder. It's....endearing.

"You're weird," Tim says, looking away. His gaze lands on a hanging mirror, seemingly taken aback by his reflection. "Oh, I haven't showered in a few days, have I? Do you mind?"

Danny shakes his head, smiling. "No, go ahead. "

Noehter notices the small boy who moves away from Tim's door. And if that boy happened to be pumping his fist into the air in celebration well, that's no one business but Damian's

[pavitrsgirl]

i have so many requests its not even funny (it's like 10 im just dramatic). i have to have dnd on my phone cuz of how many notifs i get but this is a positive reaction becuz im so happy im getting attention on here.... <33 these are all jus my own ideas and opinions ofc on how i'd think it would go ,, characters probably ooc. no beta we die like uncle aaron

first 'i love you' miles morales, gwen stacy, pavitr prabhakar

miles morales

screaming outside caught miles's attention, his eyes darting from the movie playing on the television, to you, and then back out to the window.

you appeared blissfully unaware of the mess currently going on outside the safety of your house, curled up on him, blanket covering the both of you, you looked extremely comfortable.

so comfortable miles really had to think about whether staying here or fulfilling his duties as spiderman.

god, he really hates himself right now.

making up some poor excuse in the moment, he pulled up his phone, pretending to read from it with the most exaggerated groan, "baby, i'm so sorry but i gotta go. my ma just texted me saying to get home right now."

"what'd you do now, mi?"

"nothing! at least, i don' think i did anything."

snorting in amusement, you nodded, having to force yourself to pull away from him, throwing the blanket carelessly on the couch.

you walked him to the door, hand in hand despite it being a short distance anyway, a quick goodbye kiss being shared between the two of you.

"i'll call you, love you."

his hand turning the handle to the front door stopped as the realization of what he just said hit him.

the panic that rose on miles's face was hilarious, even more so as he tried masking it with a grin, his eyes searching yours anxiously for any reaction.

biting down your own building grin, you let out a small giggle.

"i love you, too! now go! your mom is gonna kill you."

gwen stacy

you weren't sure what to think of the situation that had just presented itself in front of you.

maybe you shouldn't have been in gwen's room without her, should've waited outside in the living room for her to come home there, but when captain stacey told you it was okay to wait there, you took his word for it.

oh, you regretted it.

"(name), i-" gwen paused, the grip on the mask in her hand tightening as she averted her gaze from yours, "i wanted to tell you. really, i did! sooner or later, i just- i couldn't and..."

she inhaled deeply, now just refusing to meet your eyes all together, afraid of seeing the hurt and betrayal in them, not wanting to see you leave the room, break up with her...

"gwen..."

she didn't look up.

you weren't upset, you weren't mad. maybe a little hurt she didn't tell you, didn't trust you with the secret, but you could understand why. you were just really shocked that you had just found out your girlfriend was spider woman.

"gwen?"

"i'm sorry."

you sighed and walked towards the window where she stood next to, her temptations to just escape and do this later or really, if it were up to her, never.

taking your hand in hers, you squeezed it lightly, her eyes guiding up to yours, "we don't have to talk about it right now, it's okay. gwen stacy or spiderwoman, i love you."

"you love me?" she smiled, her fingers interlocking with yours.

"really hard not to."

"i love you too."

pavitr prabhakar

"oh, pav, you shouldn't have.."

"oh, (name), but i should have!"

handing you the colorful flowers, neither you or pavitr could contain the ever growing smiles on your faces. you admiring the bouquet, him admiring you.

"you're too sweet." you sighed, finger trailing one of the petals lightly in appreciation, astonished at the beauty of the flowers you knew he carefully picked out himself.

"only the best for you."

turning up to look at him, you couldn't help but blush at the look of adoration and love in his eyes and oh my gosh, you swear one day he's gonna actually kill you.

little did you know, pavitr had the same exact thoughts, both of you sharing that look.

"stop looking at me like that!"

"like what?"

"like you love me or something,"

"i do love you."

"what?" you spluttered, your cheeks burning further as you raised the bouqet to somehow conceal your cheeks as they grew more and more red, pavitr laughing at your reaction. "i love you! you already knew that!"

"yeah but it's- it's different hearing it!" "i love you too!"

[calumsargwife]

'feather'

calum hood x famous!reader

summary: is calum's first show as your boyfriend and boy, he's nervous.

warnings: bad language maybe, mentions of past relationships, idk just fluff really. (English is not my first language so there may be some grammatical errors, sorry!)

word count: 1.4k

note: this one is completely inspired by this tiktok, i love sabrina carpenter and this song has been haunting me for the past weeks, so here it goes! hope you guys like it!!

Calum was excited.

Today would be the first show he would officially go to as your boyfriend.

And the anxiety was eating him up.

Calum had already been to your concerts, many of them, in fact.

However, this would be the first concert he would go to where he was no longer your friend, and everyone knew it (well, almost everyone). You had started a new tour two months ago and this is the first time he was available to go.

He had felt so guilty for not going sooner, but now that he had the chance, he would go to as many of your concerts as possible.

He wasn't going to lie, he was a little afraid of being seen by the crowd. Before, all of your concerts that he went to, he attended with his bandmates, because that's what all of you were: friends.

But now... he was alone waiting for you to come on stage, and he couldn't be more anxious. He feared that maybe people would realize what was happening. You guys hadn't talked about releasing your relationship publicly yet.

He was so nervous for some reason. He felt that his presence was different now that you were officially together. Maybe him being there was different for you now? Because it was definitely different for him. He was the lead singer's boyfriend, you know.

Calum watched the crowd get excited for you coming out on stage. People dressed in colorful and happy costumes.

While he was waiting for you to come out, he was thinking about how you might be. You and Calum had met briefly for thirty minutes before you had to go get ready for the show. You looked happy, incredibly happy and radiant. You had this new aura around you and you looked so free and relaxed.

He wondered if you looked so happy because he was there. But then he thought that was something incredible selfish to think about.

If he only knew that he was right.

And suddenly, everything stopped. The lights went out and the show began.

Everything was fantastic. You were full of energy, you sang the songs, there were new choreographies and new sets.

God, to say Calum was proud was an understatement. You were absolutely shining. He had never seen you like this on stage, it was obvious that this was your element.

You had new songs to sing with a recently released album and the fans were going crazy. Him especially.

And then the melody of one of your new singles started playing and Calum felt like he was going to faint. He absolutely loved this song.

And "Feather" began.

You could see Calum from upstage. And you loved the view, he looked so handsome. He was just such a sweetheart, he looked so cute singing and dancing to your songs and recording you as if the internet wasn't already full of videos of you.

"Oh, it's like that, I'm your dream come true..." And you winked at your boyfriend. Because even though this song wasn't about him, Calum has told you on multiple occasions how you were a dream to him and that he couldn't believe you guys were together. Thus, you began to sing the lyrics of the song while taking small sensual steps to the rhythm of the music.

You were singing, jumping and dancing. Calum would say you were modeling too, because that walk. Damn, it drove him crazy. And you knew it, you had made sure today to make your walk even more exaggerated knowing that Calum would be at the show today.

Calum was fascinated by this song, since he was one of the few people who knows about the background of it.

Yours and Calum's relationship was something new. You guys were still making presentations at family dinners. However, you had been in each other's lives for a minute now. You have known each other for quite some time and had seen people come and go from your lives. And Calum hated your ex (this particular song was about him). Your ex was just so boring. Always controlling and annoying, Calum genuinely doesn't understand how you were with that guy for so long, he was so... meh.

And Calum saw you. He watched you change for this guy and adapt to what he liked, always leaving you waiting until the last moment to do anything, leaving you hanging in the anxiety of not knowing what's going to happen. Because despite being the most boring and predictable guy in the world, he managed to annoy you and give you a hard time, all the time.

So he was happy, Calum was radiating happiness when he found out that you had finally broken up with the guy. He was happy not only because you had finally gotten rid of something bad, but it also meant that you were finally single. Again. And Calum wasn't going to waste any time.

He had liked you for a while but things between you had never happened. But now that he had you all to himself... Oh, Calum is going to make sure it's for as long as possible.

Seeing you here so happy and being yourself again is something he really appreciates. Especially after seeing you so lost for someone who wasn't worth it.

And finally comes his favorite part of the song.

You approached the center of the stage, this way all the cameras captured you perfectly. "Well I, slam the door!" You kicked hard into the air when there was a drumbeat and tossed your hair slightly to the side. "I hit ignore!" You pulled your torso forward, exposing your butt a little. Jeez, Calum was going crazy, he hadn't seen this part of the show until now. "I'm saying, no, no, no, no more!" You sang a high note as you stood up straight again. "I got you blocked, excited to never talk, I..." You take a few steps forward while shaking your head. You turned around and started walking again, but then you looked back and sang. "I'm so sorry for your loss!" You laughed as you touched your hair flirtatiously and then continued walking as you continued with the chorus of the song.

Holy shit.

That's probably the hottest thing Calum has ever seen.

He couldn't believe that was his fucking girlfriend. Like what?

When the show ended and Calum was going backstage to see you, he swore he could die of tenderness when he saw and heard that the first thing you did when you got off the stage was ask for him.

The second you saw him, you smiled and ran over to him, excited to know what he thought about the show. "And?! Did you liked it?!" The adrenaline was still running through your veins, the fans could still be heard in the venue.

His hands naturally slid to your waist as he looked at you with hearts in his eyes. "I loved it. You absolutely glowed." Calum kissed you on the cheek. "I'm so, so proud of you. You really outdid yourself."

"What was your favorite song?"

Calum raised an eyebrow and held back a laugh. "Do you really have to ask?" Please, as if you didn't know the answer. Calum wasn't particularly quiet about his favorite song and how much he liked it.

You laughed as you threw your head back slightly. Your hands still resting on his big tattooed biceps, which were visible due to the black short-sleeved t-shirt that the boy was wearing. You'd be lying if you said you weren't checking him out from above the stage.

"You were seriously amazing." Calum said now in a more serious tone, as if to let you know that he meant it. "I never saw you so comfortable in a stage and it was definitely the most wonderful thing to watch." He at the same time checks your outfit closely for the first time, loving all the details. The colored crystals on your bodysuit shine more than ever and not to mention the figure that the suit made you look like. Please, this was Calum's paradise.

"I'm really happy you liked it." You said as you caressed her cheek.

"I'm even happier that I got to see it." He assured you as you began to walk together towards your dressing room so you could change and go back to the hotel to have a well-deserved night together telling everything you had missed about each other's lives these past few days. You couldn't stop talking about today's crowd and how incredible they were.

"What would you like for dinner?" You asked. "We can dress nice and go to a restaurant if you want." You smiled at the proposal you had made, you really wanted to finally be able to go out with your boyfriend.

"Of course, baby. That sounds perfect." Calum answered instantly without even thinking as he caressed your hand (which was intertwined with his). You felt your stomach twist at the nickname, you loved it.

"I've been dying to see you this whole week, I swear." Calum laughed at your confession.

"I'm always dying to see you." He smiled at you completely in love when he saw that you blushed and sighed, he really couldn't believe how much he loved you.

But, you didn't have to know that yet, anyway.

[kilibaggins]

ONE MORE ONE MORE THIS ONE I JUST HAD TO

can i get ''I could keep you safe. They're all afraid of me.'' with Bucky too please?

My Knight | Bucky Barnes

Summary: Reader has some issues with her coworkers not doing their job how they should, and Bucky has a perfect plan that Reader... Doesn't agree with.

A/N: EEE thank you again fro the requests and again feel free to send as many as you'd like ! love writing these AHHH. anyway, i know i might have stretched the prompt a little bit since reader actually isn't in danger so bucky won't be "keeping them safe" but i used it loosely and imagines bucky is trying to exaggerate a little.

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"You know," Bucky says conversationally after just witnessing you barge through the front door and into the apartment. You slam your stuff down onto the couch and look at him, calming down instantly in his presence. "I could keep you safe. They're all afraid of me."

"I don't need rescuing from my coworkers." You argue, opening your bag and pulling out your notebook and throwing it on the table in front of the couch. You sit down and stare at the empty page. You have to write a report for your boss and since your computer broke this is what you have to work with.

"I'm just saying, they're all scared. I could just… Waltz in there," Bucky starts, sitting next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder, "And show them that nobody messes with my doll."

"Your doll, huh?" You ask, smirking. "I belong to you now, is that right?"

"Hmm.. Maybe a little," He jokes, lenaing forward and kisses him gently. He pulls back and looks at you seriously. "Actually, though. If you need me, I'm here. I can get them to stop screwing around and actually do their job so your boss stops throwing it all at you."

"I love you." You say. Bucky huffs and kisses the corner of your mouth.

"You gonna let me?"

"No." You say gently. He groans and leans back against the back of the couch.

"I hate seeing you upset." He admits. You frown and sigh.

"They're gonna be off the job soon, anyway. I promise, it's fine." You say, smiling gently. Bucky thinks for a minute his tongue slightly poking out of his lips and you smile at the sight.

"Fine. The offer is always up for grabs though. All I gotta do is pull this baby out," He says, patting his left arm, "And we're all set."

"My knight." You joke. He laughs and leans forward, kissing you again. "I gotta get this done."

"I'll make dinner." Bucky says, standing up. "But when it's done you have to stop working and eat with me!"

"Got it." You say, laughing. "Thank you."

"'Course, doll."

[midnightcrw]

Running away

Chapter 3

Anagapesis

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader

Summary: Life really had it in for you. Just moving to a new apartment seemed to unleash a brand new hell

Warnings: Panic Attack

"I hate this," Grace huffed with a pout on her face, making her face appear rounder. This time her blonde wavy hair had been put up in a high bun with multiple vibrant coloured clips to push the stray strands out of her face.

Her usual skirt was nowhere to be seen as she wore blue washed-out jeans with a red knit sweater on, that engulfed her entire body. Her bracelets never seemed to leave her arms either since the first day.

Grace seemed to never have a bad looking day. She always put a lot of effort into what she wore and made even the most simplest clothes look outstanding.

"It's not that bad," you tried to sound encouraging, knowing that she was exhausted and probably wanted to quit. She had even once accidentally spoken too loudly around your employer, which ended up getting her into trouble.

"You're lucky that you still have this job, Grace!" The stern voice of your employer, Josephine, was heard as you bit your lip, not knowing how to react. It was still early, so only you, your co-workers and employer were present.

The lecture went on for minutes, which seemed more like hours at this point, and once Josephine thought that Grace heard enough of her rant, she left you all to yourselves.

"Old hag," the twenty-year-old girl had muttered under her breath, with both of her arms crossed. She had rolled her eyes and furrowed her eyebrows, making her green eyes look kind of intimidating, completely different from the way they would usually shone in their own unique way.

You just snickered quietly at her when she muttered quietly, or at least that's what Grace thought when the loud, agitating voice yelled, "I heard that!".

Grace turned her head towards you so quickly that you were almost afraid that she might have broken her neck at the process of it. "Well, you didn't have to clean every single shelve until she was pleased with the result," you followed her exaggerated hand gestures with your eyes, trying to hold back the smile that was slowly making its way to your face.

"I'm sure she made her way outside to collect dirt and put it into one of those yellow buckets she has lying around. She probably even scraped the streets clean just to throw the dirt onto these shelves, I just know it!" She pushed her round, black-framed glasses up her button nose in anger, making her look like a little chipmunk.

Not being able to hold back the grin on your face, you interrupted her before she could rant any further. "Maybe the shelves have always been this dirty. I never looked at them too closely. "

Grace narrowed her eyes at you in annoyance, "Nope, I always look at the shelves and they were clean yesterday. Like, nobody goes to the encyclopedia section, so why would the shelves there be dirty!?" Her arms moved around almost comically, even hitting the desk lightly in process.

It had been ten days since you'd moved, and you liked it here. Working at the library wasn't so boring with Grace around, having her daily shenanigans. It made your days by far more enjoyable since she never ran out of energy.

The only thing that was still questionable was the whole apartment complex thing with Amanda and Simon. Nothing too suspicious happened, but it still made you wonder what happened to make Amanda dislike him. Even some other people in your apartment complex didn't like him when you asked them for their opinion.

But Simon... Simon wasn't bad. He didn't seem to be a bad guy. Sure, he was questionable when it came to hiding himself from other people's eyes, but that shouldn't be a reason to hate him.

After your first conversation with Edith, you really tried to keep an open mind and not let others control your thoughts about him. And indeed, things did change.

You noticed little things about him whenever you two came across each other. His walk was something you hadn't noticed before, he walks silently, not a single footstep being heard. But the more you observed him, the more you realized that he didn't do it forcibly, it must have been a habit, but it looked strange to you. To see such a big man almost as quiet as a mouse, if not quieter than a mouse.

Simon's posture was just like Amanda's, absolutely perfect. Standing straight in a way you could only hope for. His head was always held high as well, never tilting down unless he saw you.

His body language told you nothing. It was a mystery, he was a mystery. It was as if he was hiding something. If he had also covered his hands up, you would have thought he wasn't even human.

His big hands would often times be inside his hoodie or pant pockets, only letting them be visible when he pulled his keys out to open the door to his apartment. Whenever you saw even the slightest glimpse of his hands, they would make you shiver slightly, not even knowing why. His hands looked pretty, even though they were obviously rough and calloused.

The pale, healed scars on them didn't make you any less curious. There were just too many scars for them to be accidents, unless he had a clumsy side to himself which made the corners of your lips curl up a little. Imagining him stumbling over his own feet was both hilarious and endearing.

You even looked forward to his little nods in greeting. You still hadn't heard a single sound from him, not even a hum or a sigh. Only his nods were the only indication you had to be sure that he had seen and heard you.

Daydreaming, as usual, didn't seem to be the best thing to do around Grace because she suddenly flicked your forehead. The flick stung a little, probably leaving a light red hue on your forehead.

Rubbing the spot, you glared at her "Why did you do that?". The young woman's face looked at you as if you were the dumbest person she had ever met. She even crossed her arms over her chest and had removed her glasses, which were now lying on the desk between the two of you.

"First, you ignored me when I talked about our 'lovely' boss," she continued, empathizing the word 'lovely' with her voice, "and second, you started grinning like an idiot, so I thought about either taking a picture or flicking your forehead to make you stop".

Happy with the fact that she had chosen the latter, she burst your bubble "And I did both of those things".

You just rolled your eyes at her.

This day had been stressful, probably more so for Grace, but also for you, because there were a lot of students here today. Probably studying for their finals, which didn't bother you at all, the problem was that they wanted to start an argument with you about the fact that there were no more seats available, which you had tried to resolve until you realized that nothing you would do would make these students happy, so you just sent them over to Henry, who also worked here.

"Since you ignored me, how about you tell me the reason for your smile?" Grace asked you while giving you a playful wink, already internally groaning at her.

In those couple of days, you had told her about Amanda and Simon. Not going too deep with the details, but just enough for her to not get worried, and you were already starting to regret it.

She would ask you about Simon every day, and the answer would be the same. "How's Simon doing?" She sounded all hearty, not caring at all about your lack of expression, already having guessed that it was about your next door neighbour.

Groaning, you put your face in your hands, slightly muffling your words "I don't know, kid." You really couldn't answer that question. There had never been a real conversation between the two of you.

And before Grace could open her mouth, you interrupted her, "How's Jake doing?" With this question, the young woman's face lit up. Her smile was almost dazzling. It was probably the biggest you had ever seen on her face.

Her eyes got a slight bit wider at the mention of his name, almost twinkling a little. Her pupils dilated, showing far less of her green eyes now.

"He's great - Well, I-I mean, he's doing great -" Before she could embarrass herself any further, you chuckled at her. It was obvious that she had fallen in love with this guy she had met three days ago.

From what she had told you, or rather swooned over, he was exactly her type. Light brown curly hair, tanned skin, tall, a little intimidating at first glance, but apparently, he was very sweet to her.

You were happy for her, but still a bit wary since it had only been three days, and you didn't want her to get her heart broken into a million pieces.

And while she continued her long talk about him, you heard a small notification sound coming from your phone. Ignoring it for the moment, you just listened to what Grace told you.

Her crush liked basketball, went to university, and so on. It seemed endless as she listed you all of Jake's qualities. In some of these listed things you teasingly jabbed at her, as she could only respond in a sheepish tone, far too engrossed with Jake to care about your little remarks about the "most perfect man who existed just for her".

What got to you, though, were the notifications. You still didn't look at them, ignoring them, wanting to give Grace some attention. At first it was just a single notification, but then it continued a few more times, leaving you a little confused, since you didn't really have much contact with others, except for a few of your family members.

Not bothering for now, you decided to look through them when your shift was over. You rubbed the back of your neck, which was a little stiff from not sleeping well last night.

Your shift had ended half an hour ago, and you finally made it to your apartment complex. The weather outside hadn't been too bad, just a little cold, but nothing to complain about.

The rest of your work day had just been filled with several students trying to find a place to study and listening to Grace's stories. Even though you never really thought that working in the library would be exhausting, it was indeed exhausting because today it was just you and Grace.

Your other co-workers had left earlier and your employer didn't care, as usual, and let you and Grace take care of everything else.

Eyes fixed on the stairs, you walked up while holding the railing. You thought back to your work day and remembered that you still had to go through your messages.

It wasn't long before you were on your floor, walking towards your apartment door as you opened the messages that had been sent, and that's exactly what you shouldn't have done.

You stopped dead in your tracks, as if someone had just pulled out a gun and pointed it at you. With no control over your body, your hand dropped the phone to the ground.

Normally, you would have picked it up to make sure the phone's display wasn't broken, but this time was different. You couldn't care less. You felt numb all over, unable to move an inch of your body the way you wanted to.

Your breathing accelerated, almost sounding like a panting. It was frantic, none of it seemed calm, you weren't calm. You couldn't be calm, not after this.

Please stop...

I won't do it again, I promise

I'll be better

Several sounds filled your head, all at once. This time you were able to decipher them and you wished you weren't able to. You wished for it to stop.

Your mind was filled with your cries and pleas. Tears rolling down your face, which you only noticed after your vision blurred.

Unable to stand upright, your legs already shaking along with your entire body, you fell to your knees. The pain of the fall didn't matter to you at all, you couldn't even feel it. You were sure you wouldn't even feel it if someone had punched you in the face.

Blinking rapidly, you looked at your hands. They were shaking just as badly, and as much as you wanted to hold on to your legs, to ground yourself to something, your hands wouldn't. They were shaking, but they never had the strength to hold anything, even when you desperately needed it.

Your mind was filled with so many noises and sounds that you didn't even notice a person looking down at you. You could only look at your hands in shock as you suddenly felt the ground vibrate beneath you.

The vibration continued until you could avert your teary eyes and look ahead of you.

It was Simon, on his knees on the ground. Had it not been for your current state, you might have been surprised. He probably had stomped on the ground to get your attention.

But what caught your attention were his brown eyes. It was the first time you had seen his eyes, even a glimpse of humanity other than his scarred, veiny hands. His hood had been pulled up a little, just enough for you to see them.

They were mesmerizing, his eyes hypnotic. They drew you to them, almost in want, in need. His eyes were trained on yours, never leaving yours, not even for a second.

And soon the sounds began to fade, the sounds of pure sadness and despair were gone. You began to become more aware of your surroundings, of Simon.

Still looking at his face, you noticed his dark blonde eyebrows, a pale scar running along the edge. There was no hair growing there, leaving him with a slit in his right eyebrow.

"I got you," Simon's deep voice rasped out. It was the first time you heard his voice and it was like a drug. Addictive in a way that no other voice had been for you.

His voice brought you back, made your trembling subside slightly, now you could actually move your body as you wiggled your fingers to get rid of the numb feeling.

Your heart stopped its relentless pounding against your ribcage and became a calmer beat. Even your panting had stopped, slowly breathing in and out over and over again.

"There you are," it sounded almost like a praise, you wanted to hear more but were too afraid to ask.

You were calm now, still a little shaken, but calmer nonetheless, and you even took in the tiny earthy and smoky scent of him. Usually you didn't like the smell of smoke, it gave you a headache, but this one was soothing.

Then realisation dawned on you. He calmed you down, he didn't even touch you, keeping his distance to you as he had made you feel at ease. It hadn't been overwhelming until you actually thought about it.

And with that, you stood up abruptly on wobbly legs and slammed the door as soon as you had opened it, leaving Simon all alone.

Would he think of you as pathetic now? Or pity you?

Taglist:

@ghostlythots

@kittyoonsstuff

[happysadyoyo]

Oh! Oh! Can you do the human diguise? Just anything really.

But if you want ideas I'm thinking maybe...

Sun wants to read some books but he himself doesn't know where to even start because outside of a few picture books for abolute toddlers DCA never even held a one in their hands!

maybe about knitting? or general survival tricks? or maybe just some novels?

So Sun asks librarian for recomendations but in his excitment he goes thourght books far faster that should be humaly possible and then he catches himself and is seriously afraid but

the librarian just worry the books they recomend must be not what Sun needed because this guy CLEARLY doesn't read them at all.

Ahh you've unlocked a core memory of mine. I might've gone off the rails and put a little too much of me into y/n but here we are.

As always, Human Disguise AU belongs to @pillowspace. She just lets me play in her sandbox.

"You haven't even used your library card yet?" You're almost offended for the library honestly. A building full of worlds and your new friend hasn't even touched them.

"It's been a bit hard to find the time, buuut I want to!" Sun's quick to reassure you when you frown (pout really) at him. "I do, I promise. Maybe you can give me some recommendations on where to start?"

The magic words. Every job has that One Task that makes it worth it. When you had been a cashier it'd been your uncanny ability to pack bags perfectly. As a janitor, it was leaving a floor sparkling clean after a night pushing the waxer. And here?

Here it was finding the perfect book for someone to read.

"Okay let me think," you say, grabbing a cart of returns to push. "I don't know if you're more of a nonfiction or fiction reader. I need some clues."

Sun's chuckle is just a little on the shy side. Cute. "I'm not entirely sure I know either. Sorry." At your exaggerated sigh, you catch a glimpse of his gloved hands raising in mock surrender. "I really will enjoy whatever you decide!"

"Okay well, you've given me a challenge. Let's find a few things and see what you like the most." You shove the cart a little too hard around the corner, catching a misplaced stool. The cart jerks and Sun grabs it before you can tip it over and lose all your books. "Oh sorry! Are you okay?" This is what you get for being too excited.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Are you?" Sun rests his hand on you for just a moment, jerking away just as if he's been burned. It hurts, just a little, but he just seems to be adverse to touch. So you bite your tongue and deal.

"I'm fine. You're my hero, saving the cart," you say, watching Sun's face. He turns away, and you can only guess he's being shy. "Anyway, I have an idea for your first book."

"Oh?" He trails after you as you abandon your cart, far too excited. You duck into the crafts section, finding the colorful spine of a well worn book. "Knitting?"

"You're always so bundled up. I think you'll enjoy making your own mittens and things. Oh and! Arthurian legends. That'll be a good litmus test for what sort of stories you like."

Sun takes the knitting book and follows you as you go from shelf to shelf, creating a precarious pile in his arms. Your cart has been lost to the stacks, and you find yourself babbling about the different people you've helped find books for over the years.

"You love books," Sun says as you make it back it back to the reference desk to check him out.

"I do," you agree, smiling to yourself. "I read a lot as a kid. It was like... I don't know. Having friends? It sounds silly, I know."

"I don't think so." Sun brushes against your hand again on a cover decorated with embossed ivy and a golden sword. You freeze, and his hand lingers, close enough you can feel the tickle of his glove's fuzzy thread. "I think it's wonderful you were able to find friends in these stories. I can't wait to meet them myself."

You sort of stumble through the rest of the conversation, face hot. Usually it's easy enough to laugh off your own excitement sharing books, but with Sun responding so earnestly...

It's nearly dark out when you finally get off, yawning and stretching. You had to relocate your cart and spent the rest of the day putting things away and trying not to seek out your friend as he read. You'd noticed the one book, the Arthurian one, already back in the return bin.

Sun is waiting for you at the door, as he has been doing the past week and change. "I take it King Arthur wasn't up to your taste?" You ask by way of greeting.

"What? Oh, no! I loved it. The knights are so gallant. But it's so melancholic as well, reading their adventures. I feel bad for Lady Morgan the most."

"You do?" Sun is a reassuring presence in the evening light. "But you've already returned it."

"Oh, um." There's a heavy pause. "I think I just got so invested in the story I forgot to put it down."

You knew fast readers, and that seemed nearly plausible. Nearly. You still give a doubtful squint at him. But maybe you're being too judgemental. "I'll see if I can't find any happier stories with Morgan in them. She used to be a healer, you know. In the early stories."

"Really? Tell me about them."

You're more than happy to, tracing the memories of the old stories in the air as you speak. You nearly miss your road, stumbling to a stop when you hit an unfamiliar crack in the sidewalk. And it's there you say goodnight, leaving Sun to go home himself with thoughts of gallant knights and magic swords to keep himself occupied until you saw him again.

[broke-art]

Swapped Au (?) X Reader

*So before we begin I thought we might try something new for this fic. First off you have two options. At the end of the fic you can comment your vote and I will write the ending for that person. Maybe I'll do one for each perhaps.*

You fiddled with the locket around your neck nervously. Today was either the fruition of all your dreams, or your worst nightmares and it could go either way.

The betrothal had been pronounced when you were only six. It has seemed so silly and far away then. But here you were, of eligible age and not at all ready to meet your future husband.

Of course tales of Red Son's might and honor reverberated through the many kingdoms under his reign since you were little. But that was all you had ever known. Stories. Stories that could have been lies, or exaggerations.

The maid had left you in this ballroom a while ago promising to fetch the fire prince. And with a parting glance she gave you a small warning not to touch anything if you could help it.

That last warning was what has really set your nerves on end.

"My, my don't you look fit to be queen." A low voice richoetted off the large walls and marble floor.

You flinched as the torches illuminating the room flickered out. Turning in a small circle you reached for the dagger hidden in a small pocket in your skirt. 

"Well that's all the better." The voice came from just behind you now. Cold metal pressed just under your chin causing your very blood to freeze as well as any movements.

A shadowy figure stepped around you his eyes glowing purple.

Slowly your eyes adjusted to the dark and you began to make out a bit more of his features.

An amused smirk curled his lips, his head tilted slightly to the side as he observed you. One hand held the point of a dagger just under your chin forcing your head up to meet his gaze, the other hand rested behind his back.

Your gaze fell on the dagger and with a mild start you recognized it as your own.

"What's the matter, princess? Scared of ol princey?"

"You should be." Someone growled before the room was bathed in firelight. Each torch burst into flames. The sudden searing light blinding you, forced your eyes to squeeze shut for a moment.

And in that particular moment you felt the dagger's point retreat ever so slightly from your throat.

"Get away from her." The voice who had presumably brought the light demanded from across the room.

Slowly you blinked allowing your eyes to once again adjust. The man before you was looking over his shoulder at whom you could only assume was Red Son. The Prince had firey red hair and wore spectacles, and a black sleeveless, turtleneck with blue pants.

"Now why would I do that?"

Your eyes fell on your captor. To your shock you realized he was a black monkey the size of a man with glowing purple eyes.

Despite his words he lowered the dagger. But before you could make any move to escape two shadows, identical to their maker, grabbed you by each arm.

"Macaque, I will end you." Red son warned his eyes turning to flame.

"Mmm no. No I don't think you will." The monkey chuckled. "See, I've gotten pretty attached to her I'm afraid." He twirled the dagger for a moment before returning it to it's former position under your chin. "Unless you have something, more....worth my time."

The ground around Red Son cracked as he lunged at Macaque, as he had called him.

Macaque's eyes widened and in that instant a black circle of shadow appeared under you both dropping you into a dark abyss.

No light touched your eyes, but you struggled nonetheless, only to feel as though you were tied quite tightly to a chair.

Still Macaque's voice rang out all around you.

"Ohoho the samadhi fire eh? Well I can't blame ya. Losing your girl and all. But clearly you don't seem to be in the mood to talk. So, I'll just hold onto her till you do. See ya round."

Red Son's shout was indiscernible and muffled. And far too distant.

Clearly, you would have to solve this yourself. It only took you a sparse few minutes to organize a plan but you figured it would work. It may not save you, but surely it would but you time enough to think of a way to save yourself. In that instant you pretended to faint.

It didn't take long before Macaque's voice sounded next to you.

"Fainted huh? And here I thought you'd actually be a challenge." He muttered before lifting you bridal style.

Keeping your eyes closed except for a tiny slit you waited until he stepped from a portal into an odd stony cave. Now was your chance.

"Hey Wukon-" Macaque was cut off by you ramming your fist into his jaw. He grip released and you hit the floor in a roll before getting to your feet and bolting towards the sunlight spilling into the cave like room.

Your victory was short lived however, when the shadows grabbed you.

"No!" You yelled thrashing against the shadows as Macaque strolled over.

"Geez, princess. What a punch."

"Come near me again and I'll give you another." You threatened pulling against away from the shadows.

Macaque grinned.

"Maybe this will be more fun than I thought it would be."

*So who should you end up with. Vote in the comments.* Psst @mossygremlinchild and @noxm22 here's part two!

[pomplalamoose]

Heyyy!!!

whenever u have time if u could PLEASEEE write some more ANH Luke Skywalker hc 😍🥰

pls there is a a serious lack of Luke content 😪🫶🫶

Of course dear anon, here you go🩵🩵

We, as a society, need more Luke content in our lifes and I'm more than happy to deliverrrr

• Tatooine is a pretty shitty place to get to know or to date anyone, so I think the young people have their own way around that

• because you can't go anywhere without potentially running into someone wanting to rob/enslave/blackmail/hurt/kill you, I think spending time with Luke would consist mostly of doing your everyday chores together

• safety is in numbers and companionship makes even the most drab tasks seem bearable

• and nobody will notice if both of you take way longer than usual because you're so busy making googly eyes at each other

• (they do notice but Owen is mostly glad how your company keeps Luke from talking about leaving, so he doesn't mention it)

• so imagine cleaning up and sorting through the garage together

• just sitting by his side, sharing jokes while he works to fix his uncle's equipment or looks after his land speeder

• maybe, if that's your thing, you help out as well and then try your hardest to get the oil stains off your skin after while Luke laughs at your frustrated face

• probably the height of romance is going to the market together to buy ingredients for your meals with two of your fingers intertwined because it's too hot for holding hands and you're both shy

• or taking trips to Tosche station (because of course) and, with a racing heart, you slowly and carefully rest your head on his shoulder

• when he doesn't shake you off you're overjoyed

• he, on the other hand, doesn't dare to say anything, too afraid you're going to scooch away again

• so he drives more slowly than usual to have more time alone with you

• halfway there you have lunch together in the shade of big rocks and talk about everything and nothing, blushing and looking in another direction when one of you makes eye contact for too long

• and, my favorite: watching the two suns set together

• he'll bring you home after because Tatooine is even more dangerous at night

• he says goodbye with a small and polite kiss to your cheek, hoping your family won't see

• he'd notice your nervousness once aboard the Falcon

• while he isn't so sure about all of this himself he wants to seem cool and tough in front of you and does his best to keep up with Han and Chewie

• secretly he might be worried that you will end up liking Han more

• he's totally the type to get a little jealous when he sees you smiling at someone else other than him

• (there's no way Han hasn't outright flirted with you yet)

• so he does his best to keep the two of you separated and as far away from each other as he possible can

• like, no, you can't sit there, he's going to sit next to Han in the cockpit!

• no, you can't go looking for Han, he was just about to ask you a question!

• Han isn't even that funny, why are you laughing??

• he'd sulkily sit in a corner and throw looks in your direction whenever you're with Han too

• if you notice, he'll pretend to not care at all with whom you're having a good time

• but truth to be told, he's sad

• I'm not sure whether he's even aware that he's acting like that

• someone (Obi-Wan) could probably intervene at this point, but there's no way he's going to do that

• he's having the time of his life

• don't worry though, Luke's time to shine comes around when you declare how unbearably cold you are

• did you exaggerate to get his attention? Possibly

• either way it works immediately and he'll offer to sit next to you to keep you warm

• when you agree he's ready to burst with pride

• he waits until Han is looking and then drapes his arm around your figure, feeling absolutely superior

• it takes a lot of restraint to keep himself from grinning obnoxiously

• when Obi-Wan starts teaching him about the Force and lightsaber techniques however, he isn't so self assured anymore

• especially not when he's supposed to ditch or reflect blaster bolts while not being able to see

• underneathe the helmet his cheeks are burning red when he hears your laugh ring out alongside Han's

• he feels decidedly better when you start cheering him on and clapping loudly once he gets the hang of it

• you think he looks adorable when he finally removes the helmet and his hair is slightly sweaty and all over the place

• maybe, if you're feeling bold and the moment is right, you'd like to run your fingers through it under the pretense of tidying him up a bit?

• think of that scene where they hide in the Falcon's secret luggage compartment to make it seem like nobody is on board after being sucked into the Death Star

• because wo do you think you'll get pressed close to while waiting for the Empire's men to leave?

• sadly we never get to see how exactly they all fit in there but imagine half sitting half lying directly on top of Luke

• possibly he's even holding you very close, the situation totally requires it if you ask him

• you can feel his heart beating steadily but fast with how your head has to rest against his chest

• is it because he's afraid you'll get caught or can you dare to hope it's because of you?

• much later you can't take your eyes off him because he looks just a little too good in his new pilot uniform

• at this point it's probably your turn to be a little bit jealous as you are by far not the only one trying to check him out discreetly

• people shout greetings and turn their head after him wherever he goes

• (not just because he spectacularky saved their princess, although that's what you want to believe)

• and, because of the way Luke is, he'll reciprocate the attention happily, unaware of your feelings

• too bad you don't know he'd never chose anyone over you

I'm not quite sure whether you wanted just Luke headcanons or Luke x reader headcanons, hopefully I got it right😅

[tolkien-feels]

Okay this here is quite possibly my favorite Elrond scene so let me ramble about it a little bit, because I don't think I did it when I liveblogged the book last time

Elrond, at this time in his life, is pretty much defined by his wisdom. He's the person people go to for advice. Even among the Wise his wisdom seems to be valued

And like, his assessment of the future here is right. Pippin spends pretty much the entire Quest terrified as the realities of it all set in. And the Shire is in danger, and Merry and Pippin are key in the efforts of the hobbits to save it. But they arrive too late, and possibly (?) they could have prevented a lot of the worst parts of the Scouring if they had been there

This isn't Elrond being afraid and imagining perils that aren't there or that are being exaggerated by Sauron to freak him out. This is Elrond quite literally accurately predicting the rest of the book!!!!

But Gandalf says "Yes, that is true, but nevertheless, you should trust love even above wisdom." And so Elrond does.

I... really don't know that I could do what Elrond does here. The amount of estel required to simply trust that there are maybe powers even Elrond, in all his wisdom and foresight, cannot reliably predict would be quite beyond me, even knowing he's in Arda, a place where estel tends to be rewarded by the narrative

Like, I'm nodding along as Elrond speaks of how strength of arms won't beat Sauron, and how the Fellowship should be chosen in part symbolically. That tracks with how I know Arda works.

But "the power of love is stronger than even accurate foresight wisely interpreted"? It makes me want to say "No!!!! Nothing can beat accurate foresight wisely interpreted!!!!!!!!" but even without having read LotR, I should know this is true; I have read the Silm too many times!!

"Love not too well the work of thy hands and the devices of thy heart."

It doesn't surprise me that Elrond wouldn't fall prey to loving too well the work of his hands, but that he doesn't love too well the devices of his heart surprises me, because frankly? If I were Elrond, I think I would!!!!! But he does not! You can see his temptation, but he turns away from it, and chooses true hope instead!!!

So yeah I really can't help but stop every time I read this and just feel the full force of Elrond's sigh while knowing full well I would never have chosen as he does here - even knowing how the story ends, which he does not. Just. Elrond is such an amazing character

[sandinthemachine]

Can I get the "I'm not scared but if you are you can hold my hand" with könig I need more of this ball of anxiety. Maybe watching a scary movie or everyone going through a haunted trail? Maybe he's scared of the anamatronic shows that are in the malls and doesn't wanna walk past them cause he saw 1 (one) FNAF video and thought it was real. Idk what one you use but I just need him being a big baby lmaoo

I have been trying to write this for a month so I kinda decided fuck it let's polish it best I can and post it now

The camel idea came from a farmer I know (sorry, buddy, it was too good not to steal), and the jello idea...uhh, congratulations, you know one (1) weird fact about me :/

enjoy!

Words: 1159ish

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“I don’t get it, it’s just a ton of water.”

You gasp melodramatically, shaking your head. “König, you did not just call the ocean ‘a ton of water.’” You hold your fingers up to make exaggerated air quotes.

“That is what it is.”

You make a frustrated sound, flinging your arms up, only to be met by a chuckle. “You’re terrible, you know that?”

He bursts into a full-on laugh. “You should see your face when you get frustrated, it gets so cute and scrunchy.”

You squeeze your shoulders up, glowering, but he sees right through it, swinging an arm around them and pulling you into his side to kiss your hair. You bite your lips, trying to hide the growing smile, but he knows it’s there.

“Alright them,” he straightens up, clearing his throat and trying to school his face into something serious. “Let us go see what is so special about your ocean in particular.”

You smile. “Trust me, your mind will be blown. But you have to wait a bit. I need to swing by the barn first, I promised I’d check in on the calves this morning while the farm hands are busy with planting.”

You were overjoyed that König was finally getting to visit your hometown, but with his busy schedule the only time he could come see you was smack dab in the middle of planting season. Luckily you did mostly barn work, so with a healthy amount of convincing and only a little promised overtime your manager had decided to let you have your afternoons off. It was still early in the season, so there weren’t too many calves yet, and it shouldn’t take long at all before you could enjoy your first day of adventures with your partner.

“I could come help, you know. It would go much faster.”

“You would do that?”

He snorts. “Of course I would.”

You beam at him, wrapping him into a tight hug. “You’re the best,” you mumble into his chest.

“I know.”

You scoff, shoving him away with a laugh.

-

As you swing the barn door open, you’re greeted by a rumbling bellow that has you leaping backwards. “Holy shit, I completely forgot.” You turn to König, blushing a bit. “So it turns out we’re babysitting a camel right now for the next farm over. He’s really loud but he’s not that bad, I promise.”

König freezes. “No. No way.”

“What?”

“I don’t do camels.”

“What do you mean you don’t-”

“They are tall and weird.”

“So you two should get along perfectly.”

“This is no time for jokes!” König throws his forearms over his head and turns around.

You snort. “Is it the neck thing? Are you afraid of alpacas, too?”

“I am…” he pauses, letting out a rushed breath. “I am not afraid of camels.”

“Of course, of course. You’re not afraid of anything, big guy. But…you know, we could get this done faster if we split up, I’ll muck out the camel while you do the calves next door.”

“Uh-uh, no way I’m leaving you alone with a camel.”

You shake your head at him, breathing an exasperated sigh. “So what, then? You think you can go near him without having a heart attack?”

He glares at you, and you throw your hands up in surrender before turning and heading back into the barn. You hear his stomping footsteps follow you, but as soon as you go up to the camel’s stall, they freeze.

You pause, turning around to take in the sight of König. Tall and broad, a soldier through and through, easily one of the scariest people you know. And here he stands, arms crossed tightly over his chest, bottom lip puffed out. Pouting like a teenager.

You can’t help but giggle at that. “Come on, then.” You hold out your hand. “I’ll guard you with my life, I promise.”

He scoffs, turning to glare at the wall. “I don’t get scared,” he grumbles. “But…if you are, I’ll hold your hand.”

“Oh, I’m terrified.”

“Fine, then.”

-

Luckily it’s a day where the camel decides to be well-behaved. So an hour later the two of you recline on the beach, sweaty and smelling like the barn, laughing over ice cream. Well, you are. König finished his in two bites.

You glance up, eyes finding his. “So what gave you such strong feelings about camels anyway?”

He sighs, leaning back on his forearms. “It was a…what’s the word, those places where you go to touch all the animals and…”

“Oh! Petting zoo.”

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

“Sooo…what happened at the petting zoo?”

He chews his lip, glancing down. “I was small…well, smaller, and I was feeding the animals. And I kept holding out the food to the camel, and then…” he chuckles, swiping a hand over his mouth, “every time it would try to eat I would jump back and laugh at it, and it made the silliest sounds.” He trails off, face going deadly serious. “And then it…spat…all over me, and my entire family laughed.”

You nod, chewing on your tongue. “Yeah, that’s…” you swallow, staring at your ice cream, “that sucks.” Your voice cracks and you bite your tongue, trying not to smile. “How old were you?”

“12.”

“WHAT?!” You cackle, slapping your palm over your mouth and falling back into the sand, shaking. “You…when you...when you said really little I thought you meant,” you guffaw, burying your face in your hands, “I thought you meant actually…”

“It’s not funny,” he says flatly, staring out to the ocean. “I am traumatized for life.”

You snort. “That’s what you get for being an asshole.”

His head snaps back towards you, but the side of his mouth is curling up slightly.

“Hey, it’s okay.” You sit up, patting his shoulder in mock camaraderie. “I’m afraid of jello.”

“The…food?” His eyebrows scrunch as you nod and he gives you a weird look.

“I mean it!” You grin. “When I was a kid I’d always have nightmares about drowning in jello, my mom couldn’t even take me through the jello aisle at the grocery store because I’d start crying.”

He stares at his knees, rubbing a hand over his mouth.

“I know you’re smiling.”

“I’m not.” He shakes his head emphatically, only for his shoulders to immediately shake with laughter.

You chuckle, joining him.

“You know,” he leans back again, grinning. “I’m gonna make you jello someday.”

“Please don’t.”

“I will.”

“I’ll bring a camel into the house if you do.”

He giggles. “Yes, go to the grocery store and buy a camel.”

“I have my ways.”

“I’m sure you do,” he scoffs, pulling you into his side. “I’ll make sure to watch out for stray camels.”

You snuggle into his shoulder. “Yeah, you’d better,” you yawn. “Better watch your back.”

“Always do.” He kisses your forehead, smiling as your eyes start to drift closed.

[positivelybeastly]

Would you consider beast being a closet bisexual @

"I'm an open heterosexual, thank you very much, and I would recommend that in future, you keep such speculation to yourself."

"Ehehehey, well, wow, that's quite the question, not often I get accused of being a closet anything, but, ah, pretty firmly straight over here, friend."

"Despite what you may have heard from the press or a certain ex-girlfriend of mine, I am quite firmly in the heterosexual camp."

"I think someone needs to have gone on a date sometime in the last year to be qualified to be anything sexual, no?"

"Asexual aromantic. And if you ask again, I shall be displeased."

"Do you have a pulse? Are you happy with scalpels in the bedroom? Actually, your answer to that second question doesn't particularly matter, we'll get you warmed up in no time at all."

All right, so this is one of those moments where I have to pull back the curtain a little bit and talk about how I play a character who is canonically heterosexual, but whom I read to be bisexual because it's truer to the character as I find them.

Now, you know, I actually misremembered how this conversation went? I remembered Emma saying that Hank had never had so much as a gay thought, but that's not what she says here. She say that Hank has never had any kind of physical relationship with another man, and . . . you know what, I kind of believe that to be true.

Because as much as I fucking love THIS moment, it's not a relationship.

We can all agree that a kiss is not a relationship.

However.

. . . Guys, Hank is, like . . . really queer.

This post sums it up nicely, but yeah, Hank acts in a very over the top, dandified manner, over speaking and over-exaggerating everything about himself so that you won't pay attention to the blatantly obvious. He performs masculinity in a way that reads as overcompensating because he feels like he's been othered by his mutation.

There's also panels like this.

"Flirt with everything this side of Boy George."

Boy George being the androgynous gay icon of the 1980s, yes?

And this is coming from Hank's girlfriend, who he has admitted in dialogue to only really being with because she feels stable and safe and familiar, a tether to his old life in a time when he feels without a direction in life?

Like, this isn't me putting words into Hank's mouth, this is HIS dialogue during a time when he was arguably his most heterosexual! Yeah, you could just read it as him having a wandering eye, because he's a very flirtatious fellow, but that really isn't how it reads, is it? It reads as, I need reassurance I'm doing adult, normal things while my life goes weird, abnormal places.

It reads as, I think I'm kinda fucking queer but I'm too afraid to admit it.

Because lemme be real with you, this is Hank at his most heterosexual, but there's. Some. Stuff. Going on here.

"I was GOING to go out on a date with you, really pretty girlfriend, but then my MALE friend turned up and I just got so excited that I went out with my MALE friend and am basically hanging on his every word and eager to impress him, while the straight people at the table (Isaac and Dolly) are on an actual date, and Overmind sounded concerned about three wheeling a date when they asked to come with?"

Ladies and gentlemen, I am a gay man, and I have never been in just a towel around my best friend while he scrubbed another man's back, because that's just a little gay.

Hey, did you know Bobby's gay?

I don't bring that up for any real reason, just, you know.

And then there's Simon.

Oh boy is there Simon.

From Earth-763, but.

Like.

Come on, man.

When Logan and Hercules did this shit, people were celebrating in the streets because it confirmed bisexual Wolverine, but when Hank and Simon do it, no-one gives a fuck.

But that's an alternate universe. All they've done in 616 is kiss (GAY), so maybe it's just, you know, horsing around.

Right?

Hank, you don't look happy to be put down.

Hank never smiles like this on the X-Men. I'm not exaggerating. I've read X-Men comics for nearly 20 years, and Hank does not smile around other people like he does around Simon Williams. He looks fulfilled. He looks free. He looks delighted, constantly.

Are you two gonna fucking hold hands, like, WHAT?

And you know what, let's talk about the X-Men.

Scott, for someone who said very firmly that Hank wasn't gay before, you don't even throw that in there first?

Is it because of what comes next?

I'm - sorry? What in the FUCK are you trying to say to me?

And let's, for a moment, turn to Dark Beast. Because he has some words on the matter.

You know what, yeah, Dark Beast does seem like the idea to suck, fuck, thrust and kill his way through a Tuesday night, honestly.

And look, I know that alternate universes are shaky ground to be drawing conclusions from, but, like . . . this is. Getting to be rather a lot of very suggestive dialogue.

Look, I get that there's not quite the same amount of outright coding that Bobby had before he was forced out of the closet (Cloud, Emma Frost's prodding at his mind, all the stuff stacking up across Lobdell and Austen and Liu), but it's still . . . questionable. Isn't it? Like, at this point, I have to question why we think Hank has to be straight. Which is why I don't think he is.

So, now we get to the point of the evening where I pull at the curtain, because how Hank talks about himself in my threads works according to a certain kind of logic - canonically, as of right now, 21st of January 2024, he's officially straight, so any references to canon events will be as if he's 'straight' but actually just closeted bisexual. Because I care about continuity and keeping my facts straight and drawing as closely from the comics as possible - within reason - but my interpretation still takes precedence.

And my interpretation is that Hank, at any point in his life, is a bisexual man who feels afraid to admit it. But here's the question you're going to ask - WHY is he afraid to admit it?

You could go with an answer that draws on canon, and point out that when he tested the waters with coming out as gay, Scott and Emma both basically verbally smacked him and said he wasn't.

But that's not my style. I don't personally read it that way.

In my mind, Hank considers coming out to be That One Last Step Past Normal that goes too far. Like, it's one thing if he's a blue furred, canonically kinky, canonically weird, basically canonically bipolar, canonically psychologically damaged beast, but if he's a blue furred kinky weird bipolar psychologically damaged bisexual beast, that's the point where people will turn on him and be disgusted.

I could see him drawing that invisible line and deciding, I have to keep this one aspect of me to myself because I can't trust people to accept that from me. I think Hank has conditioned himself to believe that being accepted is something he has to earn over and over again, in part because of how Xavier schooled the X-Men's train of thought on that, but also because, unlike Nightcrawler, he knows what it's like to go from passing to not passing, and experiencing that scarred him in a way?

Like, one of the last bits of good Hank content we got before Krakoa was that Christmas special where he's back at his parents' for the holiday, and he can hear them talking from downstairs, and they're their usual lovely sweet selves, but they mention wanting grandkids, and . . . for someone whose bedrock, whose psychological wellbeing, is so incredibly dependent on other people, especially his parents and friends, I could see him being terrified of threatening that, even if it means he has to hide a part of who he is (perhaps unnecessarily).

There may be a degree of that where I'm projecting, because I had to deal with my dad being very heteronormative for a while after I realised I was gay, and even though I was certain he wouldn't reject me because of it, it felt easier to just not challenge that and let it slide because What If, you know?

But I feel like it makes sense for how Hank is, with his very tenuous relationship with feeling accepted, and I feel like this also accounts for why Emma 'saw' that he was straight in New X-Men, because he's wound himself into a psychological knot to the point where he reads as straight telepathically, even though he doesn't act like it and isn't.

If there weren't hints, I'd be inclined to be like, okay, maybe I'm just reading it this way because I see myself in Hank and him being a bit more like me makes me happy, but then there are GENUINE hints. The Exiles relationship, the fact that everyone basically treats Hank as Simon's emotional support, EVEN HIS GIRLFRIEND, and then the DeMatteis comment from Vera about how he flirts with everything this side of Boy George.

This isn't looking at pre-Krakoa Logan and Scott and thinking, yeah, they have tension, they want to fuck, this is looking at this guy who is extremely sex positive, flirtatious, open minded, and hearing from his girlfriend that he doesn't confine himself just to the purely feminine.

And it's also, like . . . like, I've talked about this with my boyfriend, and people love to throw out the YOU'LL JUST SHIP ANYTHING accusation, and maybe that's kinda true for some people, but I find I don't do that. Like, there are people out there who ship Hank with Cyclops, and I'm like . . . sure, fine. I don't personally see it, but you go for it, my dude.

If I genuinely did just want Hank to be an action figure that I smash with other action figures in a gay way, I feel like I'd have a stronger reaction, but instead, I look at the way he is with Bobby, and with Simon, and even, to a degree, with Logan (pre Krakoa, obvs), and I'm like . . . this is not the way a straight man acts. This reads as a bisexual man who doesn't feel like he can be 100% himself because he feels as though he's already asking a lot of people to accept him as he presents himself to be.

Hank's entire character from, like, moment one makes so much sense when you understand that he's basically always playing someone else. Sometimes it's who he wants to be, sometimes it's who he thinks other people need him to be, a lot of the time it's who people want him to be - like, I was reading the 2004 Nightcrawler solo the other day, and Kurt is internally narrating about how everyone on the X-Men is just an emotional basket case EXCEPT Hank, and I'm like . . . THIS.

THIS RIGHT HERE, is what the problem is! No-one on the X-Men is capable of seeing that Hank is constantly performing, and just how exhausting it is. That's why Simon is such a breath of fresh air, because Simon doesn't need him to perform, he just needs Hank to be . . . fuck, man, he just needs Hank to be happy, because that makes him happy, and the sheer lack of self-interest inherent in that dynamic is such a GIANT part of why I think Hank finds Simon so attractive. Like, imo, Scott's so insistent that Hank isn't gay during the New X-Men arc because of all of this, because he fell for the act, because he thinks this is just another joke that Hank is gonna duck behind.

Scott is SO INSISTENT that Hank isn't gay, and it's like, bro . . . Scoot . . . how do you know? You barely know what you want on a good day, and you think that just 'cause you and Hank hung around in the OG X-Men locker rooms for three years that you know him better than anyone else? He was on the Avengers and the Defenders and he has so many friends that you just DON'T KNOW ABOUT. How. Do. U. Kno. Scoot. Like, in universe, if Hank was working his way up to maybe coming out, and using the excuse of a joke to do it, THAT kind of reaction, and Emma TELLING him that he isn't gay, would push me RIGHT back in the closet.

If there wasn't coding, if there wasn't a genuine basis to this, it wouldn't have come up in Exiles, honestly. Like . . . okay, so multiversal stories are an excuse to do off the wall shit, right, and especially make characters gay just to push and prod and see what actually changes, right, like Governor Logan and Hercules, but they can also reveal a good amount of truth about a character out of what DOESN'T change.

And on a meta level, like, SOMETHING made Jeff Parker think Hank and Simon worked. He didn't pick Hank and Bobby, he didn't pick Hank and Hercules, he didn't pick Hank and Warren - Hank has NO shortage of male friendships you could pick from, but he picked Simon, and it's because there's enough there that even if you don't buy it for 616, it makes sense for a multiversal thing. Which means there's SOMETHING THERE.

And Ben Percy, cursed be his name, only added to that with X-Force. The idea that Simon is somehow going to be the catalyst for whatever awakening of classic, GOOD Hank is going to happen is just so . . . like, he still clearly cares for Abigail? They were on panel doing the eye socket thing? But, and this is partly because of who Abigail is, the narrative did not change because of her presence. But it does when Simon's around.

Yeah, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, but sometimes a cigar is something to unpack. Like, I really Do Not Know how Hank became 'the straightest X-Man,' because A) have you fucking read Avengers and Defenders, and B) even discounting ALL of that . . . do you not find Hank's way of acting to be a little . . . you know . . . effete? Like, yeah, it's an act, he's playing the dandy, he's offsetting his appearance, but there are other things you can do to offset the Beast.

So why does he always go back to the brightly coloured suits, the loud fashion, the high energy, the camp, the billion dollar words - to put it bluntly, why does he always seem to act just a lil' fruity?

So, yes, in my mind, he's a closeted bisexual man, and that's how I play him. Thank you for coming to my lecture.

[zalrb]

OTH Rewatch Review 3x07

IIIIIII DON'T WANNA BE ANYTHING OTHER THAN WHAT I'VE BEEN TRYNA BE LATELYYYYYYYYY

Jesus Christ

So, like, here's the thing about this fucking Inception dream sequence. What is happening? Is Nathan dreaming about Haley making out with Brooke after waking up from a nightmare about Lucas and Chris in bed together after Lucas woke up from dreaming about being in bed with Brooke? Because it's a dream within within a dream. I don't know what your subconscious is like Nathan.

Nathan's grin. I mean, technically you've slept with both of them. AND HALEY'S SISTER.

"What is she doing talking to that troll?" "By troll do you mean Peyton?" Oh, Haley. How I love you sometimes.

Because Peyton fucking SUCKS.

"I'm over possessive-best-friends-with-weird-lesbian energy. And Haley!" That was actually a good delivery but if anyone has the lesbian energy here, it's Brooke and Rachel.

"Well, at least somebody wanted me." Oh, preteen Zal was SO frustrated with this ENTIRE storyline.

"HALEY, YOUR BOYFRIENDS ARE HERE." lol.

"You look so..." "Overdressed." Good delivery. But also Haley, my girl, the SUN is out, why are you wearing a little black dress?

I mean "little black dress" this is still OTH.

They really felt uncomfortable in the clothes they had to wear??

This is so dumb, she's clearly going out with Nathan and Haley too, Lucas.

YOU ALL HAVE CELL PHONES. CALL HER.

Ugh, Skills.

"I've been on kinky dates before..." with who? I guess s1 Nathan would've done something weird.

Remember how s1 Nathan was like a legit emotionally, verbally abusive villain?

"Let's spring [the senior in the nursing home]! It's just a couple of hours, what harm could it do?" If this was a dark comedy, he'd die.

Chris tipping a random woman on the beach and slapping her ass is just ... ugh. She should've slapped him. Alas, Mark Schwahn.

Haley having a quiet but profound breakdown. Brooke, "It's OK. Let's just go to the mall." And she is being helpful and it is very sweet but that's also hilarious. Uhhh, sorry that your wedding spot is being destroyed, let's just go to the mall instead. You know? Nothing profoundly sad happens at the mall.

"I can't believe she's doing this." IT WAS A GROUP DATE, LUCAS.

"This guy has caused a lot of trouble, Brooke knows that." Lucas, the people that he caused trouble between WERE WITH HER GETTING INTO THE CAR. YOU SAW THEM.

I swear to god Lucas, I would hit you. SHUT UP.

24. Braley are such better friends than Breyton.

25. I REALLY wish we got more Nathan and Brooke scenes because they had a really fun chemistry together and I liked that they were both being courted by Haley and Lucas and they could both understand where the other was coming from

26. Haley's laugh at Chris saying "Maybe he's afraid of me" is hilarious because she stops and continues. But Chris shutting her up with "Maybe he doesn't care anymore" was mean but well-played.

27. It's funny how Chris Keller is a better Damon than Damon. Because he's not a good actor but he doesn't overplay it.

28. Aww, jealous Nathan

29. James Lafferty's shoulders are quite broad this episode.

30. Nathan is vulnerable and you were practically giving the enemy a LAP DANCE. I mean she wasn't Brooke but the exaggeration is very Brooke and also very high school. I remember in high school we were at a school dance and this girl's boyfriend was getting jumped outside while she was dancing with another guy and all of us girls were like WHAT THE FUCK??? [INSERT NAME] IS GETTING JUMPED AND YOU WERE BASICALLY HAVING SEX ON THE DANCE FLOOR! What did we expect her to do? Get jumped with him?? Teenagers.

31. "I didn't do anything!" "Except for kiss Chris and run away with him?" I mean, she's got a point Haley. "What about you messing with Lucas and hiding all those letters you wrote to him under your bed?" I mean, she's got a point Brooke.

32. "I know this is where we made love in the rain." I mean, it wasn't ON the balcony though. It should've been.

33. "I still feel our past just like you do" well especially considering that you were the one who was left.

34. Rachel calling Lucas gay because he's CLEARLY into Brooke and is like please stop getting naked around me because I LOVE BROOKE is hilarious because what?

35. Chris also getting Brooke more and more drunk so they can have sex is incredibly gross.

36. "All of the celebrity..." she had ONE original song and was doing covers and opening for actual celebrities? WHAT ARE WE TALKING ABOUT HERE?

37. We could also talk about the fact that Nathan was the one who encouraged her to sing in front of people etc. etc. and she wouldn't have been a "star" without him in her life at all.

38. Mouth's reveal that Mel is his grandfather is ... OK? I know this is supposed to push Peyton to Ellie but meh.

39. "SHE NOTEBOOKED YOU?" "I totally Notebooked him" lmao these references.

40. Nathan keeping a flower from the beach is Lucas keeping a feather from Brooke's wings.

41. *SIGH* Brooke and Chris. What, it takes like two more episodes for them to be together?

42. I also absolutely do not believe that Brooke wouldn't have kicked Chris out of the house right after sleeping with him. She'd be disgusted.

[matenrou-fan]

I'm so sad to see the lack of writings about Jyushi here! I love him sm...

Can I request jyushi in a relationship with someone that's a famous V-kei singer??

Jyushi with famous V-kei singer s/o

if I'm not mistaken it's literally the second request about Jyushi..! So yeah, I think I do really have just a few works with him..

GNreader, just wholesome stuff;;

-Ah.. finally, the same lonely, wandering soul, wrapped in darkness of night..! Jyushi's soulmate!

-No but really, he's so excited to meet another V-kei fan! Especially when he gets to know you're also a singer.. And a famous one?! Jyushi will try to use all his charm to show in all his glory in front of you now.

-"That's it.. The darkness itself condescends to give me such a present, a fatal meeting with another stranger of the dark world.." - he nods, turning on his 'prince of night' mode, talking with you in a pompous tone with a glamorous smirk on his face. - "S/o.. I do hope you wouldn't mind taking my arm and plunge once more into the abyss of the gloomy underworld with me, as my loyal assistance?"

-Despite he will only talk in his exaggerated tone first few meet with you, it's clearly visible how much he nervous actually. Yes, he's also really popular yet he still didn't get this stardom and didn't turn into a selfish diva. So he is so so so shy around you, actually, behind this mask.

-But eventually Jyushi will reveal his other, sincere side of himself. Probably when he gets too overwhelmed because you drop a new song or something.

-"Ahh, s/o..! This song you release.. I like it very much! I cried two times while listen to it!!" - he whines, clinging to you and hugging you tightly, you can see new tears forming in the corners of his eyes. - "It's like your words hitting my soul!!"

-This sensitive boy just has something like a hyperfixation on his hobbies and talking with someone with the same interests is so exciting and refreshing for him!

-Oh, and if you compliment him back, telling that you also enjoy his last album, that's it.. Jushi melting in the spot, sobbing in your arms, praising you for being so kind hearted to him.

-Visit your performances at least five times, absolutely mesmerizing with your stunning figure on a stage. Everytime he came home, covered in goosebumps and just cried from joy and the overwhelming feeling of your coolness, sending you a bunch of messages about how gorgeous you are.

-Of course he would like to share some vocal tips or make some little dates in cafes where you try to come up with new ideas for your songs. And if you and your team would be generous enough to make a feat with his band, he'd be more than happy..!

-Well, but actually I feel like he would prefer to write a song just for you two, a passionate duet about some dark love that rejoices in the night or something.

-"S/o.. My royalty of shadows.. This burning feeling keeps aching in my chest, an appeal passes out from my soul to unite with you.." - his bright blue eyes are piercing at you with some kind of allure, but when you look up at him confused, his whole confidence fades away. - "Uwaa..! Please, s/o, let's sing a duet together!!"

-It's actually amusing how quickly he changes in his cry baby mode with you around. Jushi is still kinda shy to be like that but you're always supporting him and now it's something on instinct's level, he immediately relaxes at the sight of your face.

-It's not like he doesn't appreciate the help of Hitoya or Kuko, just when it's you, it resonates in his heart more deeply. Maybe because you, as a fellow V-key singer, understand him more or maybe because he's madly in love with you and has no idea how to cope with that, take anything you say to heart.

-But despite his weakness, Jyushi is a vigorous guy when it's about your relationship. He will not be afraid to tell his fans about you or write songs about his deep love. After all, you're making him the happiest person alive, and he doesn't want to hide his bright star.

-"S/o.. Despite the fact that I always call you my royalty of shadows.. Y-you know, you're more like an angel.." - he mumbled, leaning needy to you, clinging to your chest like a small kitten. - "An angel who falls from Heaven in my arms but still saves this pureness and kindness in this gold heart.. Please, stay with me forever, my fallen, beautiful angel.."

[madame-fear]

Hi again, my nookie pookie! Since you gave permission, here I go with all my questions >:)♡

What do strangers notice about them first?

How does their social personality differ from how they act when they’re alone?

What is a weird quality that they have (ie their hands are always cold, they’re always hungry, they snort when they laugh, etc)?

Do they make strong/frequent eye contact when they talk to someone?

Are their greatest flaw and their greatest strength related and in what way? (ie very caring and helpful but a doormat, or very observant and shrewd but often paranoid)

How has their childhood affected the way they view an aspect of their life (people, education, society, themselves, etc)?

How would your story in canon go? How would you influence the events of the original story?

What is your trait that fanon would exaggerate?

How would someone who loved you portray you?

How would someone who hated you portray you?

What is your trait that fanon would exaggerate?

What canon character are you most similar to?

What ‘canon’ scenes would the fandom point to as evidence for the validity of your ship?

You can just tell me everything abt her, I'm already obsessed :^

POOKIE PUMPKIN HELLOOOO please picture me like a puppy happily wagging its tail when i saw your message 🥰💗 TYSM FOR THIS AHHH

ok so i barely talk about her because im afraid of being too cringy and basically my OC is uhhh.. a glamourised version of myself :") so now that you allowed me to talk freely about my sweet girl embrace yourself! 🤭

1 ) What do strangers notice about her first?

I think the very first thing anyone would notice is her obsession with dragons, and her slightly distant and introverted personality. I mean I can picture her having dragon imagery EVERYWHERE (like in earrings, brooches, her dresses/clothing, wooden dragon figures, necklaces, etc.), how much she loves talking about her dragons (especially her eldest dragon Silvermoon 🤭), and how she constantly is hatching dragoneggs for herself and her loved relatives. And... Well, regarding her slightly distant personality, it would be notorious because she barely speaks a word to anyone new and just stands there staring at them like 👀 and maybe she will just immediatly let you know if she likes you or not in a non-discreet manner 🤭

2 ) How does their social personality differ from how they act when they’re alone?

Well, as I said earlier, I imagine she would socially be distant and reserved — but also confident in herself, and will not doubt in telling you what she thinks about you. But in her inner circle and loved relatives, she would be very caring, tender, and attentive. My Nia would show her softer side, and maybe even tightly embrace and smooch everyone she adores. Huge romantic vibes (platonically) with her family, even gifting them little things like pieces of jewellery, books, flowers, or dragoneggs. 💗

3 ) What is a weird quality that they have (ie their hands are always cold, they’re always hungry, they snort when they laugh, etc)?

Her body is ALWAYS hot for some reason (like it emanates heat from her basically lmao), Verynia often taps her fingers on any surface when thinking or confronting someone, and walks in circles when thinking and having to be stood up.

4 ) Do they make strong/frequent eye contact when they talk to someone?

Absolutely, yes. No matter who she’s talking to, the strong eye contact is there. (wish I could do that though 😔)

5 ) Are their greatest flaw and their greatest strength related and in what way? (ie very caring and helpful but a doormat, or very observant and shrewd but often paranoid)

Definitely! I think that Nia would spend too much time taking care of the people she loves/trusts, that she barely takes care of herself. And I pressume that her bravery also comes with her recklessness. 😅

6 ) How has their childhood affected the way they view an aspect of their life (people, education, society, themselves, etc)?

This is a very important question I feel like I need to develop a bit more around her! For short, until I properly develop her views, I feel like all the things that happened in the canon series of HOTD would lead her to keep a strong, reserved personality for herself because she knows that she needs to be aware of anyone trying to snatch away her position, or the position of her big half sister in general — and she would be very skeptical about relying on others that she fully doesnt know or trust. (this is said very vaguely so i still need to fit her properly into canon and develop her personality around the situations!)

7 ) How would your story in canon go? How would you influence the events of the original story?

As I said earlier, I still need to think properly on how to fit her right into canon! But yes, I suppose she would influence. I like to think that she helped her family organise war strategies against the Greens to claim her sisters Throne, gather as much allies as possible, and even go to war herself 🤭

8 ) What is your trait that fanon would exaggerate?

Her defiance, and bold self. While I mighy portray and think of her as bold, confident, hot-headed, reckless and a bit rebellious at times; my girl would know her limits. And of course, it’s not like she would act on impulse to her instincts. I mean... Maybe she does, actually yes 😂 but depends the situation, or if someone pushes her to the brink. On a situation that needs to be taken seriously — such as war and taking back a throne —, she would never take decisions out of impulse, or act bold without thinking. Nia would think of situations beforehand strategically before doing anything, and I feel like if she were canon the fanon would overemphasise her boldness and defiant self to the point they would portray her as basically head empty only vibing and just randomly following her instincts instead of being reckless only when necessary. (MAN I HOPE I ANSWERED THIS PROPERLY)

9 ) How would someone who loved you portray you?

(Answering this with the interpretation that it would be for how the fanon that loves her portrays her) For someone who would love her and/or is on the Black Team, she would be portrayed as courageous, girlboss vibes and genuinely protective of her family to the point she would literally kill and get killed for her beloved ones. Especially because she literally is willing to sacrifice every inch of herself if it means to fight and stand for what is right.

10 ) How would someone who hated you portray you?

(Same but uhh for people tending to support more the Green Team ajdjkel) Daemon but less (wayy less) worse, or maybe like a younger Nyra but more defiant. Toxic, arrogant, dismissive to the situation of the Greens (Aemonds eye loss, yk...), and as someone who disregards the true authority, I think. Perhaps they would even call her a whore for flirting with her own betrothed bastard nephew... but yk, its HOTD!!! 😅🙏

11 ) What is your trait that fanon would exaggerate?

Answered in the 8th question! ♡

12 ) What canon character are you most similar to?

When I read this I wasn’t sure if the OP meant similar in personality, or physically! So I will just go for both 🤙😅 Personally, I think she would probably be most similar to Nyra, in many ways: rebellious attitudes, fights for what is right, but is very loving and caring with her family. Physically idk, not any canon character in particular! Her hair would be the typically long platinum Targaryen hair, and her eyes would be like her mothers. I like imagining that before marrying Alicent (and im about to get really cringy with my own daydreaming so hold tight), King Vizzy married for a short while a Princess named Seraphyna Thornspyke in a little continent I made up called Astralis — and she would be the future heir to the Throne in there bc they believe in female empowerment yessir 🤙. Her eyes were dark and her hair was too so Verynia inherited her mothers dark eyes 🤭 (i need to stop rambling...)

13 ) What ‘canon’ scenes would the fandom point to as evidence for the validity of your ship?

Regarding the canon scenes, I have SO many scenes in mind 🤭 I have a bit of no shame in admitting that she would 100% get shipped with Lucerys because it’s dead obvious she favours him over anyone else, and how their personalities complement each other perfectly (like, she’s the typical hot-headed, bold, yet loving girlie that defends to death the timid, soft, insecure sweet boy). If my OC/Self-Insert (sorry) were canon, the most obvious ship validation scene is during the betrothal announcements scene in Kings Landing and during the betrothal feast/dinner. The first scene during the announcements would be sooo obvious bc she would be by his side and when its announced that Luke is marrying his cousin shes like, eye-twitching (not literally though, more as a way of saying HHAHS), and with the worst moody ass face that simultaneously is holding back tears 😂 and this lasts until the betrothal dinner 👀 And there I like to imagine that our sweet boy notices shes pouty and keeps trying to look elsewhere and he has no idea what tf to do until Jace takes Helaena to dance and Luke just copies his big brother. My Nia would still be fuming a bit but at the same time she feels flattered and flustered. And I can imagine that he would try not to ask her why she seems upset, so instead he compliments her dancing and oh well, fuck the anger of the betrothal; her mood has been lifted and she just giggles awkwardly and compliments him back. From there they would just kind of giggle stupidly at each other flustered at their compliments and they would also silently mock Aemond sjkfmrei OOHHH AND ALSO WHEN THEY STARTED FIGHTING AND AEGON FACEPLANTED LUKE AGAINST A PLATE OF FOOD SHE WOULD IMMEDIATLY TRY TO THROW HANDS AT AEGON So yeah thats evidence number one that would validate the ship 100%. Then I imagine random scenes of them staring randomly at each other and stupidly smiling, and her cheering for Luke when training with Jace and and and another one where before leaving to Storms End she quickly hugs him from behind and tells him that shes very proud of who he is and our shy boy is all blushing akifmelclfkg AGHHH i need to shut the fuck up now !!!

If you see this THANK YOU FOR REACHING THE END TO MY RAMBLING ABOUT MY OC MY LOVEEE 💘💘💘 and once again for the number 100th time for allowing me to express myself about my OC! This was super funnn ahhhfhhf🥰🥰

[zoeykallus]

Hunter – Dirty Little Thief 13 – In The Shadows

Warnings: Hurt/Angst

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The pain runs deep. For both of you. Hunter and you are suffering badly from the separation. The guys try to mend fences, but it's bumpy and not necessarily promising. But as you roam alone, something else opens up. Something from the shadows. Something sinister.

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What Happened Before:

Dirty Little Thief

Part 2 -Fairplay

Part 3- What We Do Not Admit

Part 4 - Provocative

Part 5 - Fighting And Loving

Part 6 - Scorching Hot

Part 7 - Keep It Together

Part 8 - Give Me More

Part 9 - Don’t You Dare

Part 10 - Hurt

Part 11 - Say You Won’t Miss Me

Part 12 - Still A Dirty Little Thief

Part 13 - In The Shadows

"Why didn't you bring her back with you?" asked Wrecker critically.

Hunter sighed wearily and said, "Because she cheated and lied to us. Y/N won't be traveling with us anymore."

Echo said quietly, "Aren't you exaggerating a bit? You two love each other, I wouldn't give that up so quickly if I were you. Let her make it up to you. Give her a second chance. We've all had our second chances."

Wrecker nodded emphatically.

"Well I don't want to leave without Y/N"

Crosshair growled, "I'm staying out of it".

"She was willing to get us in trouble to steal that artifact" Hunter said reluctantly.

Tech said matter-of-factly, "I'm very certain she didn't really want to get us into this situation"

Wrecker nodded again and said, "Exactly! Besides, as soon as she realized we were in trouble, she would have come to get us. She wouldn't have left us hanging."

Hunter didn't want to dwell on it and said, "Tech start the engine, get us off this planet."

Tech stopped where he was.

"You're really going to leave her here?" he asked uncertainly.

Hunter tiredly ran both hands over his face. He wasn't just angry, he was hurt, it felt like there was a merciless, metal clamp around his heart. He felt like shit, and he wanted everything but to discuss it.

Echo said quietly, "Maybe we'll stay a few more days. You take your time to think and maybe you can mend fences after all. And if not, that's a pity, but probably can't be changed. But if I were you, I wouldn't just jump to conclusions and burn all my bridges and run away. No matter what she may have done, her feelings for you are certainly not an act."

Hunter laughed softly, humorlessly.

"Echo, as always the voice of reason".

Tech showed something like a tentative smile and said, "I think the idea is perfectly reasonable"

Wrecker said, "I'm not leaving without Y/N, anyway."

He looked determined and defiant.

Hunter sighed softly, "Okay. We'll stay a few more days. But I don't want to be talked at by you guys all the time! Okay?! I need time to think and get some rest."

He put down his gear and curled up in his bunk, tired and mentally done, tuning out the rest of the world for now.

The tears were flowing for quite a while. You had never seen Hunter so dismissive. Somehow you were afraid of running after him. You wouldn't be able to bear another rejection now.

You looked in your pocket. There were still enough credits left to keep you afloat for a few days. But you had to figure something out if you wanted to leave the planet again, or make a life for yourself here.

That wretched, heavy pain in your chest just wouldn't let up, that strange pulling pressure just below your throat, the burning behind your nose bone and eyes. Even when you could pull yourself together enough to stop crying, you felt that nagging pressure.

What should you do now? Hunter told you not to follow him and that you were no longer welcome in Clone Force 99. What did the others think? Were they angry too? Did they agree to turn their backs on you? Probably not all of them. Wrecker was a gentle soul, you were sure he'd be willing to forgive you. Echo would want the dust to settle and probably hope for a reconciliation. You weren't sure about Tech and Crosshair.

Your hand went back into your pants pocket to the credits. Maybe liquid narcotic wasn't the right thing right now, but it was appealing.

You ordered a bottle of Spotchka to your room. You drank a few glasses until you were buzzed but not drunk. You surprised yourself, but you actually stopped drinking before that threshold was crossed. That was probably more sensible in many ways.

Sleep, however, was out of the question. You lay there staring at the ceiling, trying not to let your feelings overwhelm you again. What bothered you most was the breakup with Hunter. But you could still hear the echo of the Holochron's faint whispers. You would probably never find out what it was all about and why it felt like it was calling to you.

Since you couldn't sleep anyway, you got up and left the hotel, not without your blaster, of course. It was late at night, you didn't really know your way around here, and you didn't plan on getting into any trouble unarmed.

"She's going to be in trouble," Crosshair said calmly, as if making a very simple observation.

He was in the cockpit with Tech and Echo. Wrecker and Hunter had fallen asleep. Anyway, Wrecker was snoring and Hunter was trying to fall asleep.

"Knowing her, that's very likely, yes," Tech said.

Echo sighed, "We know which hotel she's at. Maybe we should keep an eye on her? From a distance at least, just in case."

Crosshair growled, "She can take care of herself."

Tech cocked an eyebrow at him and asked, "If you really think that, why did you even bring it up?"

Crosshair silently shrugged his shoulders and reluctantly looked to the side. He was worried, in his own way. But he would never put that into words.

Echo said, "He's not entirely wrong, she knows how to fight back, she's pretty smart, and she's survived without us for a long time, even as a kid. But that doesn't mean we shouldn't look out for her now."

Tech nodded and said, "I can take the first shift. I don't sleep much anyway"

Even as you left the hotel you had the feeling that you were being watched and followed. A part of you wished it was Hunter, but another felt that it was a completely different presence. In fact, you felt something dark, something powerful and sinister.

Again and again you looked around, but you couldn't see anyone. You thought about going back, for safety. But a voice next to you prevented you from putting the thought into action.

The voice was calm, deep, but strangely lulling. Like a call. Definitely male.

"Out alone this late?"

You glanced to the side. Between two houses, at the entrance to a narrow side alley, a figure stood in the shadows. You couldn't make out much. Only that it seemed to be humnaoid, taller than you.

For a moment you toyed with the idea of just walking on and ignoring the person. But something stopped you. Something about this person was different, special. You couldn't name it, but you could feel it. This dark force you had sensed seemed to emanate from him. You couldn't help but be intrigued.

"Why are you interested?" you asked quietly.

A soft laugh came from the stranger's throat. A sound that sent goosebumps down your spine and at the same time acted like a magnet.

"You are agitated. I can feel that clearly. You vibrate in the Force with all your emotions. But sadness won't get you anywhere. Anger, on the other hand, does."

You frown.

"Apart from the fact that it's really none of your business. Are you talking about using energy wisely?"

"In a way, that's right. But it's more than simple energy. It's why you can hear the holochrons speaking to you."

You sighed, "The Force? I'm not a Jedi."

Another laugh this time a little louder.

"No, of course you're not. But you are Force sensitive. You could learn to use it, more effectively and better than a Jedi"

This statement confused you.

"I thought when you have the Force you automatically become a Jedi"

"Oh no, no. Silly," the voice spoke softly and amused "There's more to it than that. I could teach you. I could show you how to use what's inside you. No one would dare to mess with you or contradict you anymore."

That sounded ominous, but strangely enticing, especially to someone who was on his own like you were now again.

"And you're going to teach me that?"

"Yes"

"Why?"

"Because there are always two, a master and a student. I am a master without a student, you are a student without a master"

Your heart beat faster and you didn't even really know why.

"Who are you anyway?"

Slowly, unhurriedly, with the confident movements of a predator, the stranger stepped out of the shadows and was finally illuminated by the sparse light of a street lamp. A Zabrak with fiery red skin and black tattoos. On his head pointed horns like a menacing crown. His body was wrapped in black clothing. But it was his eyes, orange, red and intense, that caught your gaze.

"They call me Maul"

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