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[purpleberrypunch]

[enhypia]

JS ; exes

exes answers questions with the choice of drinking instead of answering

pairings: park jongseong x gn!reader

genre: angst, mild fluff

words: roughly 1.7k

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~guides and warnings~

italics - reader speaking

bold - jay speaking

[enclosed] - interviewer speaking

italicized bold - both reader and jay speaking

[enclosed bold or italics] - question (depends on who's speaking)

heavily inspired by: rec.create lie detector games, cut truth or drink

warning: contains and mentions of !!! drinking, swearing, neglect, breaking up

i don't promote underage drinking, save your livers

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hello, i'm (y/n)

and i'm jay

we're (awkward eye contact)

uhh we're exes

[you guys were invited here today as exes for a fun little drinking game, you guys were aware of that right?]

yes

yup

*interviewer shuffles awkwardly

sorry it's just, our friends were the ones who signed up for us

yeah, we just found out about it three days ago

[but are you guys still okay with doing this?]

we're okay

just give us a few minutes to get used to environment

*(y/n) chuckles

[okay, for this game, questions will be asked and if you refuse to answer, you drink, it's that simple. are you guys ready? should we start?]

*jay nods

ready as i'll ever be

[how long were you guys together?]

we were together for almost 3 years

[how long have you guys been broken up?]

about a year and a half now

[who broke up with who?]

i did they did

[why did you break up with him?]

so this was all a year and a half ago okay? no coming for jay, he's grown, we've grown

thanks?

you're welcome

*jay laughs

uhh.. it just really reached a point where i felt neglected in a way? and it was just tiring? i kept thinking 'do i deserve this treatment?' and i hated that i was doubting everything, including his feelings. so i just said let's talk about it and then yeah we split up

*jay drinks and (y/n) laughs

sorry sorry

nah i just needed that

[okay, how about we officially start the q&a portion between the of you now?]

*both nod and played rock paper and scissors to determine who gets to ask first, jay wins

*he picks up a card and facepalms after seeing the question

goddamn

should i be scared?

not sure, but you might opt to drink though

[do you blame me for what happened to us?]

oh my god *(y/n) laughs

i know right

so we're unpacking emotions today? okay noted

you can just drink if you're not comfortable with it

i'll drink but i'll still answer, might ease your mind no?

*jay couldn't stop his head from nodding

*(y/n) drinks

i admit that i blamed you at first, but then i got to thinking that it wasn't just you, i was also at fault too since i never really vocalized what i felt? i just let it build up until it reached the point where you couldn't do anything about it anymore, and i couldn't too.

yeah but it's more of my fault since i felt something was wrong but i just brushed it off, i brushed you off.

....

shot?

*jay smiles slightly and both raised their glasses to cheers before drinking

we were both at fault and i don't blame you, jay. i hope you stop blaming yourself

*(y/n) smiles softly then picks up a card to stop any reply they might get from jay

god why are these questions so heavy? it wasn't like this from other episodes

*jay and crew laugh

okay, hit me

[what's your biggest regret about our relationship?]

what the fuck

SEE ?!

*both laugh and jay drinks

okay, next question

no, i'm answering

[we won't stop you but just reminding you both that it's okay not to answer if you drink]

the alcohol releases the unhinged-ness

in other words, this is really just us using the alcohol to actually say what we feel

i think you already the answer, and it's that i didn't do anything about us even if i felt something was wrong. i just kept on focusing on my career that i reached a point where i brushed everything off as nothing. and in the end, while i got the success i wanted, somehow i also feel like i'm on the losing end really.

*(y/n) drinks making jay laugh

what? it's my first time hearing all this !

it was a rough break so

omg is this our closure ???

*jay's eyes widened

and it's filmed ?!?!

*everyone laughs

couple goals *(y/n) does a hashtag

oh wait *(y/n) looks at jay

exes goals *both do a hashtag pose

*they laugh, ignoring the sting in their hearts

okay, okay moving on

*jay laughs again

is it a heavy one again?

nope

[do your friends hate me?]

*(y/n) bursts out laughing

please 😭

we have the same friends

we share a lot of mutual friends

that's why there was like tension for a month in the friend group because no one knew what to do

i'm sorry you had to endure all that friends

remember when they literally made an organized schedule to hang out where we wouldn't see each since the break up was still fresh?

yeah like i got heeseung on tuesdays

and i got him on thursdays

😭😭😭

we love them though, they did their best to console us both

thanks guys <33

*(y/n) picks up a card

goddammit

[do you think we could've actually worked out our problems?]

i think it's unfair that i get a lot of heavy questions

i have the power of god and anime on my side today

i think we could've, if i just had taken the actual time to reflect and sit down and talk, we could've worked it out.

*(y/n) slaps jay's arm

i told you, stop blaming yourself

k

*(y/n) rolls their eyes

*jay picks up a card and

oh

what?

*he is stuttering guys, he is fidgeting

[do you wish we were still together?]

oh

yeah

.....

*both drink

i mean-

*jay has been paralyzed, he did not expect (y/n) to answer

i'm happy where i am right now, maybe there are moments of weakness that the thought crosses my mind but i don't dwell on it too much. i think we're both still learning and growing.

*jay doesn't want to think about the fact that (y/n) never said a clear yes or no

*(y/n) picks up a card and groans

please just drink to this

why?

[what do you think of me now?]

....

drink.

no?

why?

because-

why?

i'm answering

why?

i want to?

no.

right now i'm just really proud of you.

*WORLD PAUSE, (y/n) is malfunctioning

it's a little sad that i didn't get to witness a lot of it but i promise i watched from afar and i'm so proud of you. like it makes me feel lighter in a way? knowing that you're still going and pursuing your dreams. it just made me at ease that -

*(y/n) drinks, looking very much like snow white's apples

are you blushing?

jay i will kick you

*he laughs and pinches (y/n) cheeks making them redder, (y/n) slaps his hands away

i won't hesitate bitch

how about you huh?

[what do you think of me now?]

*jay you should know not to tease too much or else it'll bite you back

i think you're absolutely amazing.

*jay could only blame himself

i am in constant awe and there's this pride that i have in me whenever i see you thriving. it's weird because i thought i'd be bitter about it, but since i knew of your goals and how passionate you were, all i felt was pride. it did hurt a little that i couldn't go "that's my baby!" anymore.

*alert! jay's ears are red and it's spreading to his cheeks and neck

okay next question!

*he quickly picks up a card making (y/n) burst out laughing

everything i said was true though.

hajima. stop. pause. i'm not listening

*(y/n) laughs at flustered jay

this is the last one.

[question for both: if you could tell me anything, what would you say?]

sheesh

same

rock paper scissors? loser goes first

*jay wins

*(y/n) drinks

can you turn around for this one, like don't look at me.

*jay followed

i want to say that,,,, that it's not your fault for putting your future first. it kind of stung since you made me feel like i wasn't a part of it but i know that wasn't your intention. i understand your actions and i don't blame you. if i was in your position i probably would've been the same. i'm sorry that i didn't try harder, like you said we could've made it work but i just got so tired, i hope you can forgive me for that as well.

okay i'm turning around as well, your turn

*(y/n)'s eyes are glassy, but jay doesn't need to see that

i want to say that i'm sorry for neglecting you. i feel like you're tired of me saying sorry but that's really all i could do. i forgive you by the way even if i don't get why you're apologizing to me. i also want to say that, it wasn't you. it sounds cliche but you weren't the reason i became like that, it was me. it was never you. so please don't blame yourself for anything. please don't question your worth because you were more than enough.

yah i didn't want to unpack that

well i still know you and i was given the chance to say it now so

*(y/n) turns around wiping tears, jay is sniffling

i need a drink damn

*(y/n) pours a shot and jay as well, both drink after clinking their glasses

[you guys good?]

*both looks at each other and chuckles

we're good

i can't believe we have to thank our friends for setting this up

*jay groans

[care to answer one last question that is in everyone's minds' right now?]

oh god

is it what i think it is

[will we see you guys be featured again? maybe exes to couples again?]

let's drink!

*both take one last shot and waves to the camera

*(y/n) shrugs and jay winks

bye~

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a/n: i was planning to post this sooner but my pharma prof suddenly dropped a 6-page activity lmao rip, im scheduling the timestamps i forgot to post last update sorry sorry. my angst skills are subpar forgive me but i tried my best. i hope you like this one too !! jake's will be uploaded next ! please look forward to it <33

[mcheang]

@pendoodlex Do an Adrien Salt where Lila lies about Chat Noir and Ladybug being in a relationship and Adrien confirms the lie.

It’s my love life!

It’s easy to lie about stuff people want to hear. Alya was greedy for any gossip about Ladybug and loved support for her theories on Ladybug.

Recently they debated on Ladybug’s true age. Was she an immortal with teenage hormones and atttiude? Or simply a teenager?

Now they were on to Ladybug’s love life.

Lila: Of course LadyNoir is a thing. Ladybug just denies it because she doesn’t want to give Hawkmoth any more reason to target Chat Noir, but it’s obvious how much they care for each other.

Alya: Yes! A witness to Ladynoir!

Marinette: a lying witness

Nathaniel frowned. “I don’t know, Lila…”

Before Lila could insist she was correct, Adrien actually jumped in. “It’s true. Ladybug and Chat Noir are a couple. Sorry, Nathaniel, but she’s off the market.”

Marinette froze. Did Adrien just lie to Nathaniel about her love life? Just so no one would interfere with their beloved Ladynoir fandom?

WTH???

Overwhelmed by her hurt and rage, Marinette actually grabbed Adrien’s hand and dragged him out of the classroom, her face burning red.

Some assumed she was trying out another one of her confession schemes. Lila thought Marinette was going to tell Adrien she was a liar (eh, he already knew.)

In a far off corner, Marinette was whisper-yelling at Adrien. “What are you thinking? It’s one thing to ignore Lila’s lies, it’s another to endorse them! LadyNoir is not real!”

Thinking that Marinette still had a crush on Chat Noir, Adrien winced and rubbed his head. “I’m sorry, Marinette. But it’s true. Ladybug and Chat Noir are a couple.”

“No, they are not! Where’s your proof?“ She demanded.

Adrien thought quickly. “I saw them kissing on a rooftop last week.”

Marinette raised a brow. “Are you sure you weren’t just dreaming?” Her voice was heavy with skepticism.

Adrien: Positive.

Marinette: Well, I’m not sorry to say that you’re wrong. Ladybug and Chat Noir are not a couple.

Adrien: and how are you so sure? Just because you have a crush on Chat-

Marinette: Because Ladybug visited me after my dad was akumatized!

Adrien:…what?

Marinette took a deep breath. She hated lying but she also couldn’t stand lies about her.

“Ladybug consoled me after Chat rejected me. She reminded me about the other great boys in my life and ones I have yet to meet. And I asked her why she wouldn’t date Chat. Do you know what she told me?”

Adrien was quiet.

“She said she was in love with a boy from her own civilian life, not Chat Noir. To be honest, he’s not even her type.”

Adrien perked up. “Ladybug has a type?”

Marinette: Obviously. From what I hear, she’s more into the sensitive soul kind of guy.

Adrien: Chat is sensitive!

Marinette just stared at her crush in disbelief. “Um, yeah, no. The dude sulks whenever he gets rejected and has no idea what no means. For crying out loud, he gave me a pink rose before dumping me, and that was after he ate the treats my dad baked for him.”

Adrien: For someone with a crush on the hero, you sure sound bitter.

Marinette exhaled again, calming herself. “I’m not bitter. I’ve moved on, truly. Enough to see what Ladybug meant when she said I’ll move on soon enough. I’m over Chat.“

Adrien raise his brows.

Marinette continued, “I’ve been able to analyse his actions without the hero-crush filters. Be honest, Adrien, how would you feel at having to constantly reject the same person over and over again? Wouldn’t you be annoyed by their repeated flirtations?”

Adrien shrugged. “I reject fans all the time. Well, not exactly. I just ignore their love letters.“

Marinette shook her head. “That doesn’t count. You don’t know those people. Let’s say Chloe was going to confess her love to you every day. And you have to reject her every day. When you reject her, she raises a fuss and causes an akuma. How would you feel about your childhood friend?”

Adrien grimaced. “That would suck. I would avoid Chloe just to avoid her confessions.”

Marinette raised her hand, like there you go. Point proven.

Adrien wasn’t done. “But,” he insisted stubbornly, “it’s different for LadyNoir. They’re partners. Yin and Yang. A superhero duo. Who else is she going to end up with if not her partner? These kinds of pairings always win in the end.”

Marinette: that’s just sad. You’re comparing Ladybug’s love life to fiction. Life isn’t a fairy tale, Adrien. you don’t decide who Ladybug ends up with, and it’s not right for you to lie about her either.

Adrien: LadyNoir will happen. I’m sure of it.

Marinette: You’re not even going to take back that lie, are you?

Adrien: Why would I? It’s going to be fact.

Marinette said sadly, “Goodbye, Adrien.”

After school, Marinette tore down her posters of Adrien. Filters removed, indeed.

Tikki: Don’t worry, Marinette. I’m sure things will come right in the end.

Marinette: that doesn’t mean I can’t help set things back in order. Tikki, spots on!

Alya turned around at a tapping on her window.

Alya: Ladybug!

Ladybug: Hey, Alya. Listen, I’ve been reading your blog, and I need to set some facts straight.

Alya: Is this about revealing your love life? Because honestly, it would be better to be honest about your love life than to let others hope they have a shot with you. Remember Copycat?

Ladybug: That’s my point. I’m not dating Chat Noir. I don’t even like him that way. Lila has been lying to you, Alya.

Alya: Um, she’s your Best Friend…

Ladybug: When did I ever say that?

Alya:…….. ……….Why didn’t you correct me before today, then?

Ladybug sighed. “Because i had called her out in front of Adrien, and she got akumatized. And when she disappeared for a while, I figured there was no need to bring her up.“

Alya: Hold on. Adrien knew Lila was lying?

Ladybug: Yes. Though I’m sure he must have his own reasons for protecting Lila. But back to my point. I am not dating Chat Noir, and I am not interested in him like that. My love life is mine to decide, not for others to insist on just because they prefer me with Chat. How would you like it if Parisians started pairing you with Pegasus or Monkey King instead of Carapace? With them insisting you break up with Nino just to be with someone they chose for you?”

“That would be annoying,“ admitted Alya. “And invasive.”

Ladybug: I want to do a live interview, to clear the matter up once and for all.

In this interview, Ladybug was professional and succinct as she stated she doesn’t know Lila Rossi and she is not in a relationship with Chat. She doesn’t want to hurt her fans, but her love life is for her to handle.

Unable to help herself, Alya asked, “If you don’t like Chat, who do you like? You don’t have to give any names, but just one little tidbit, please?”

Eh, why not?

Ladybug leaned back on her hands and smiled, her eyes going faraway and dreamy. “Mature. That’s all I’ll say.”

After all, Luka had always supported her crush on Adrien. He never pushed her, but was always there for her. Why didn’t she how good he was? Oh right, Adrien filters.

Lila was fuming. How could she show her face again? Where was an akuma when you wanted one?

The akuma was drawn to a LadyNoir fanatic.

Fight fight fight. Chat was noticeably sulky at having been rejected on air.

When Alya came over to interview, he insisted he would not give up on Ladybug. Alya raised her brows, “Yeah that’s fine. But just don’t be pushy about it. And from your attitude earlier during the battle, I don’t think you fit Ladybug’s ideal criteria.”

Chat flushed and turned away, using his baton to propel himself home.

At school, Lila was playing truant, and Alya was grilling Adrien for keeping quiet.

Adrien: her lies weren’t hurting anyone!

Alya: I’m taking into account your isolated childhood, so let me just say, lies are hurtful. And it’s not right to encourage and spread her lies either.

Adrien: LadyNoir has to happen!

Nino shook his head in disgust. “You sound like that akuma last night. Ladybug has the right to decide who she wants to be with. If you ship LadyNoir, that’s fine. But you shouldn’t let it get this far to decide for Ladybug who she ends up with.”

Alya sighed, “Let’s blame Gabriel for this and hope Adrien can still be saved.”

Alya also understood when Marinette gave up on Adrien after seeing his behavior. She was interested in Luka but decided to wait because she didn’t want him to be a rebound guy.

Anyway, Adrien learned to keep his opinions to himself when all they got him was disapproval.

Ladybug’s interview caused the Parisians to question if the Italian diplomat should even still be in Paris if her daughter likes to spout lies about their heroine. How could she let her own daughter lie about stuff like that? It was enough that Mrs Rossi was questioned at work and her ignorance unveiled.

Yeah, Mrs Rossi would be lucky to keep her job after this but it was suggested Lila be sent outside Paris since she would certainly be unhappy with her new pariah status. Lila was sent to a correctional facility where no one was charmed by her falsehoods. Hell, she couldn’t even contact her mother because she was even busier trying to make amends.

When Ladybug finally told Chat she was happily in a relationship with her new boyfriend, he was sulky. Oh sure, he continued to fight alongside Ladybug but he was hopeful that she would break up with her boyfriend.

Plagg: that’s a horrible reaction. Can’t you just be happy for Ladybug?

Adrien: love is irrational and can’t be reasoned with, Plagg.

Plagg: then can you at least be polite and respectful to Ladybug’s wishes that you stop flirting with her?

Adrien: fine. Being Chat Noir was a chance to finally express myself, though.

Plagg: there’s a difference between freedom of expression and being rude/disrespectful/obnoxious

Adrien tried to date Kagami, but she broke up with him. There was no point in continuing the relationship when Adrien was so fixed on Ladybug.

I’m gonna leave this open ended. Any ideas how you would end this story?

[bbangsoonie]

creker academy

member: eric genre: fluff (ft some angst), fantasy au word count: 6,182 synopsis: after finally triggering your hidden powers, fate lands you at creker academy, a special boarding school meant for shapeshifters. there, you learn how to control your abilities and that opposites do indeed attract.

The day you found out that you were adopted was the day your life fell apart. The secret was hidden from you until your uncle coldly drew the line at your parents’ funeral. He told you that he had no intention of taking responsibility for his brother’s actions and that you were no longer a part of the family.

That was how you ended up living alone in a tiny half-basement studio. You barely managed to afford the deposit and rent with the consolation money you received from the funeral.

Every day, Hyunjoon would come knocking at your door and every day, you would turn him away. It had only been a month since you became independent and the scar of losing your parents was still fresh. You were also too ashamed to face your friends. You didn’t want their pity and so you hid away in isolation.

On the night of your birthday, the pain became too unbearable. Although you aged another year, you were still only a teenager. Granted, you were in your last year of high school but you were still a minor. Having to fend for yourself in this harsh world was too much for you to handle.

As you cried yourself to sleep, you could feel a cold coming. The heat from your headache spread to the rest of your body and you felt yourself burning up.

After you bought some medicine from the pharmacy, you slipped into a deep slumber. Your dreams were wildly vivid. You dreamt of an enchanted forest that enticed you to take refuge in its comfort. There, animals of all species ran free and in harmony. It promised you acceptance and a home.

“It’s time you learn of your identity,” a soft voice spoke.

As soon as the whisper tickled your ears, the entire forest was up in flames. Strangely, you weren’t struck with fear. Rather, you felt empowered.

“Y/n, you need to learn how to control yourself,” the voice warned.

It was only then that you started to panic. The flames were engulfing everything in sight and all the animals were running for their lives.

“Y/n, you have to wake up. Now,” the voice commanded.

With that, your eyes shot open. To your horror, the scene in your dreams reflected the view in front of you. Your house was on fire and you were slowly getting cornered by the heat. Frightened, you look to the door only to see it consumed by the blaze.

“Trust your instincts, Y/n,” the voice in your head cooed. “Let your body take control.”

Bewildered, you had no idea what that meant. All you knew was that you had to get out of there. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping to think of a solution. When you reopened them, the room seemed to be a lot bigger than normal. At that moment, you saw the window cracked open. It was your only hope.

Your body felt different when you stood up.

“Why am I so short all of a sudden?” you wondered.

You looked down and almost screamed when you saw paws instead of your feet. Except a meow came out of your throat instead.

You didn’t have time to freak out about it. Feeling something hot graze your tail, you jumped up and landed on the window sill. Your innate desire for survival kicked in and you squeezed through the opening to escape.

Once you felt fresh air in your lungs again, you ran. And ran. And ran. You didn’t know why or where you were going, but something in you told you to run. Your legs kept sprinting until they reached the forest that appeared in your dream. They came to a slow stop when you realized where you were.

“What is this place?” you pondered.

“This is the border between our world and the human world,” a woman in white suddenly emerged from the trees. “You are now about to cross into our territory.”

It was the same voice from your dream. Trying to grasp the situation, you opened your mouth to ask a million questions. But again, a meow replaced your voice.

“It’ll be easier for you to transition back once you're on our grounds,” she assured. She bent down and gestured for you to jump into her arms.

Not seeing any other option, you hesitantly took her offer. With you safely in her embrace, she passed through a translucent wall that revealed what looked like a huge campus. Your jaw dropped as you observed your surroundings. There were students walking around the magical place. You saw a girl tending the garden and gasped when her hands hovered above the flowers to revive them.

The woman brought you to an office you presumed to be hers and placed you in front of a mirror. Your shriek came out as a cute yelp and she chuckled.

“I-I’m a cat!” you thought.

“There’s an outfit you can change into once you return to your human form,” she pointed at the black dress neatly prepared on the table.

The second she finished her sentence, you felt a bare sensation. Looking down, you screeched at your naked body. Embarrassed and horrified, you quickly clothed yourself with the dress.

“W-What’s going on?” you asked, relieved to finally hear your own voice again.

“I’m sure you felt different from others your whole life?” she asked. It sounded more like a statement rather than a question.

She wasn’t wrong. All your life, you never felt like you fitted in anywhere. Maybe your body knew you were adopted before your mind did and ostracized itself. Or maybe you truly were different. You had weird talents that other kids thought were freaky, making you hide them and become introverted. For instance, you were suspiciously good at starting fires from scratch at summer camp and didn’t feel any pain when your shirt accidentally caught on fire.

“I know this must be shocking to you but you’re special, Y/n. We’ve been waiting for you. Waiting for you to trigger your powers to bring you here,” she smiled.

“My what?” you gaped.

“Your powers. What you just did back at your old house and right now. You’re a shapeshifter, Y/n. A shapeshifter with the element of fire,” she explained.

“I’m a what now?” you scoffed in disbelief.

“Creker Academy is a school and home for students just like you. It’s a place meant to train you how to control your powers. Without our guidance, you’ll lead down a path of self-destruction.”

Baffled by her words, you stared in silence. There was no way any of this was true. Surely this had to be a dream.

“This isn’t a prank or a dream, Y/n. You’ve finally found where you belong,” she clarified.

Belong. You had never felt like you really belonged anywhere. But now, someone was telling you that you belonged with them. That they wanted you there. That they had been waiting for you.

“I understand you must feel overwhelmed. But there are procedures to follow so I’m afraid you will have to begin your tour first. A fellow student will be arriving soon to show you around.”

As if on cue, a boy around your age knocked on the door and came in after receiving the woman’s permission to enter.

“Hello, Headmaster,” he bowed.

“Eric, this is Y/n. Y/n, this is Eric. He will be helping you adjust here,” she introduced.

Eric was bright eyed and eager to meet a new friend. You, on the other hand, were quite reserved and uncomfortable in your new environment.

He was excitedly pointing out the purpose of each room you passed by and rambled on about the social norms of the boarding school. You learned that on top of academics, there were classes on virtues and physical training. And of course, classes that taught you how to properly use and contain your powers.

The use of magic was strictly prohibited inside any and all buildings. Students could practice their skills outside but were forbidden from any acts that could potentially put someone or something at risk. That was the one rule that was rigidly enforced and obeyed.

“So what animal and element are you?” he curiously pried. “I’m a dog with the element of water.”

“I’m… apparently a cat,” you felt ridiculous saying it aloud. “And control fire.”

“Ah, you’re a member of the fire element,” he nodded. “What that means is that your element rivals with mine. Some people see fire elements as hotheaded, impulsive, and extreme. Water elements are sometimes emotional, sensitive, and antisocial. But those are all just stereotypes, of course. Not everyone fits into the standard. I, for one, am very outgoing. And your animal obviously plays a role in your personality. I guess the dog in me overpowers the water.”

You had moved on from the indoor portion of the tour to the outside part. He was showing you the garden you had passed by earlier. It was full of flowers that wouldn’t be in bloom this season in the normal world.

“I’m a strong believer in that there are good traits about each element. For example, fire elements are passionate, inspirational, and expressive. They’re arguably the most fun people you’ll ever meet. Water elements are empathetic, imaginative, and loving. But again, all this is relative and doesn’t accurately describe each person,” he reminded. “The only reason there’s still a stupid feud is because some people love sticking to the status quo and labeling others.”

“What are the other elements? Air and earth?”

“Yup! Air elements are independent, talkative, fickle, and nonconformists. Most likely social butterflies. Earth elements are disciplined, loyal, organized, and judgemental. Oftentimes the leader.”

Eric greeted a male student who was passing by with two other boys. He exchanged smiles with the three of them who offered you a kind nod of acknowledgement.

“That was Sangyeon. He’s a bear. On his left is Jacob, a rabbit. The one on the right is Younghoon, who’s also a dog like me. They’re all earth elements,” he disclosed. “Sangyeon is the class representative of our grade. Definitely fits the leader stereotype.”

You couldn’t get over how thrilled he was to be your tour guide. He was filling you in on even the little details of the social life at the academy. He told you about how transfer students were rare and that it was his first time seeing a new student.

His vibrancy contrasted your somber aura. If he noticed, he didn’t comment on it. He was having too much fun getting to know you.

“Oh! That’s Hyunjae and Juyeon,” Eric suddenly pointed at a pair of boys on a morning run. He waved at the two who waved back before speeding up.

“The one with brown hair is Hyunjae, a wolf and fire element. His real name is Jaehyun but he changed it to Hyunjae once he got to Creker Academy. Juyeon’s the one with black hair and is a cat like you. Except he’s a water element like me,” he grinned. “They’re my best friends. Oh, and this guy named Sunwoo who’s a raccoon with the element of fire. As you can see, water and fire elements can get along fine and well. So don’t listen to anyone who says otherwise.”

By the time he was done showing you around, a bell rang and students began to convene inside. Eric explained that the bell was signaling the beginning of classes and brought you to his homeroom.

“Breakfast is buffet style and self served. It’s up to you to wake up and come down to eat. The cafeteria remains open for an hour until that bell rings and we have to get to class,” he said you entered.

Looking around for an empty seat, his face lit up when he spotted one. He sat at his desk and tapped on the one behind him to let you know that it was yours to take.

You still hadn’t processed all that’s happened since dawn. Everything felt like a haze. Nevertheless, you found yourself paying attention when the teacher walked in. He scanned the room to find a new face and smiled when he made eye contact with you.

“Alright, guys. I’m happy to announce that we have a new student that will be joining us starting today,” he beckoned for you to come up to the front of the classroom.

You wanted to shrivel up and crawl into a hole. Feeling your classmates gazes on you, you gulped and began to sweat. You were never a fan of attention. You quickly introduced yourself before rushing back to your seat, eliciting giggles from a few students. Your cheeks heated up and you felt that burning tingle again.

The awkwardness made you transform back into a cat, making your classmates gasp. Their intensified stares made the tips of your fur ignite, alarming the teacher who tried to calm you down.

“Well I guess she’s a fire cat,” a girl snickered.

Eric shot her a glare before leaning in to ask if you wanted him to put the fire out with his water. Not knowing what else to do, you nodded and the next thing you knew, you were drenched.

So much for your first day.

You ran out of the room before you could change back into a human. You fled but didn’t know where to go. You grew anxious, desperately hoping you wouldn’t end up flashing anyone.

“Hey!” someone called out. You turned around to see a male approaching you. Panicking, you dove into a bush.

“You’re the newbie, right?” he asked, taking something out of his bag. He dug out a large t-shirt and a pair of shorts and placed them in front of you. “I usually carry around a spare outfit in case of emergencies. I hope you don’t mind the fit.”

You were still in your animal form so you peaked your head out to look at him.

“My name’s Chanhee. Air element penguin,” he squatted down to meet your eyes. “Everyone’s first day is rough. You’re not the only one who’s had incidents like this so try not to feel so bad about it.”

He stood to go back to class, leaving you to change in privacy once you returned to your normal body. Your hair was still wet as you dragged yourself back to the headmaster’s office.

The headmaster looked at you with pity when you walked in looking worn out. You didn’t have to tell her for her to know what happened.

“How about I show you to your dorm?” she warmly suggested. Anything was better than returning to the classroom.

Due to your late enrollment, you were assigned a single room as opposed to the traditional double rooms. You were glad you didn’t have to go through the process of meeting and getting used to a roommate. It was a small but cozy space and the closet was filled with clothes.

You realized all of your belongings were probably burned down in your old home. Now you really didn’t have anything to go back to.

Before the headmaster left to allow you to settle in, she insisted that you join your classmates for lunch later. You wanted to say that you just wanted to stay in your room but her stern look had you close your mouth.

So you begrudgingly made your way to the cafeteria and gawked at the amount of students packed inside. Feeling them stare at you, you tried to ignore their whispers as you grabbed a tray of food. To your relief, you saw Eric motioning you over and went to go sit down next to him.

His group of friends was fairly large. You saw the boys he had named earlier that day and were surprised to see Chanhee again.

“Hi! I’m Changmin,” one enthusiastically waved. “I’m an air squirrel.”

“Haknyeon, air pig,” another raised his hand.

“My animal is a hamster and my element is water. You can call me Kevin,” the last one smiled.

After shyly exchanging greetings with everyone, you poked at the rice on your plate. The food was undeniably better than the food served at your old school. However, thinking about your old school made your stomach drop as you thought of the friends you left behind. You were sure Hyunjoon was worried sick about you.

“Do you hate water? And have you always hated water? I would assume you don’t like it very much as a cat and fire element,” Changmin looked at you with sparkling eyes that displayed his curiosity.

“Yeah I actually never learned how to swim. I guess that explains why. I never had a reason when my friends asked me about it,” you mused. In hindsight, your unreasonable hatred and fear of water made sense.

“Interesting, interesting,” he nodded.

Like that, the next couple of months flew by. You were put on an intensive program to catch up with your peers and received one-on-one tutoring to help you learn how to shapeshift at will. You could now easily turn into a cat but still had trouble returning to your human form.

To your dismay, you were denied communication with the outside world. The headmaster was very much against risking having the academy and everyone’s identities exposed. Which meant that you weren’t allowed to contact anyone from your previous life.

One good thing was that you were no longer the hot topic of the school. People’s interest in you died down when you didn’t reciprocate theirs.

You grew close to Eric and his group of friends. They were an interesting bunch. Each of them were uniquely chaotic.

Eric was the exact opposite of you. Literally. As a water element dog, his personality contrasted your fiery cat. Everything from your food tastes to fashion style were different. Yet, you felt the most comfortable with him. He brought light into your life and made adjusting to your new school easier.

You were also always at odds with Juyeon. Although you were both cats, he was everything you weren’t. He was sweet but you just didn’t match on so many things. This meant for a very awkward but pleasant friendship.

You got along best with Chanhee. His air side complemented your fire and he quickly became your closest friend. He was both sassy and caring and you appreciated his endless concern and support for you.

Changmin was a wild card. He and Sunwoo wrecked havoc everywhere they went as Younghoon and Haknyeon incited them while Kevin and Jacob were trying their best to prevent them from destroying the campus. Sangyeon and Hyunjae, who were usually busy with student council matters, were the only ones who could calm everyone down but sometimes chose to enjoy the mayhem.

“Did you guys hear the rumors?” Sunwoo bursted through the classroom door panting. “The headmaster is considering an overnight field trip for the seniors!”

Jaws dropped and gasps spread throughout the students. The room was immediately in a buzz as everyone was shocked and excited at the possibility of leaving the sealed territory. It had been 5 years since students were allowed a trip in the outside world.

The homeroom teacher came in and hushed everyone to quiet down. He couldn’t hide the smile that forced its way onto his face after seeing how happy his students looked.

“Is it true we might get a senior trip?” Haknyeon impatiently asked.

“I cannot comment on that. An official announcement will be made later today,” the teacher said.

“That’s not a no!” Younghoon squealed.

True to his words, the headmaster’s voice was heard over the PA system before the dismissal bell. She congratulated the seniors on their hard work and announced that they would be given the opportunity to sign up to spend 3 days and 2 nights on a cruise.

The entire floor of students erupted into cheers and you heard footsteps run across as they barged into classrooms to find their friends and rejoice together. Changmin came into your classroom dragging Kevin and Juyeon behind him.

“Guys, I can’t believe it! It’s been forever since I last saw humans,” Changmin gushed.

“The whole point of us going on a private boat is to ensure that we don’t have any run-ins with humans,” Kevin reminded.

“Yeah but I’m sure we’d pass by them on our way there,” Changmin rolled his eyes.

Sangyeon, Hyunjae, and Jacob strolled in, greeting your group of friends with a nod of acknowledgment. They waited as the rest of you gathered your stuff to leave together.

“Everyone’s going, right? Y/n, you too?” Eric asked.

“Umm,” you hesitated as you looked at their expectant eyes. “I honestly don’t know if it’d be a good idea… I’m still not in complete control over my powers.”

“Aw but Y/n! You can’t miss out on this once in a lifetime trip with all of us!” Sunwoo whined.

“Yeah, it’ll be your last time leaving campus before graduating! Plus, it’ll be your first and last major bonding experience with our class,” Younghoon pouted.

“I know how hard fire can be to control. If you want, I can stay with you and try to help you detect signs of distress before it manifests itself,” Hyunjae offered.

“And I‘ll be next to you to put out any accidents!” Eric beamed.

“You know I always have extra clothes in my bag,” Chanhee added.

You couldn’t say no to the 11 pairs of pleading eyes. They all so desperately wanted you to go with them that it warmed your heart. It hadn’t even been long since you first met them but they always treated you like you were with them from the start.

So you added your name to the list of students and that was how you ended up dragging your suitcase to the giant cruise ship. Haknyeon was bouncing in excitement next to you as the throng of high schoolers slowly made their way inside.

Room assignments were the same as back at the academy, which meant that you were in a single by yourself again. Changmin expressed his envy as Chanhee happily pulled him into their shared room.

Once you were unpacked, you headed to the deck and admired the seascape. The ship was already sailing into the vast ocean and the endless horizon felt so freeing. Leaning on the handrails, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. The salty smell brought back memories of visiting the beach with your parents.

You felt someone join you but didn’t open your eyes. You could tell by their footsteps that it was Eric.

“Enjoying the change in environment?” he asked.

“Makes me a bit nostalgic,” you said as you opened your eyes.

The wind was strong and the waves were violently crashing into the sides of the boat. With the sun glistening in the water’s reflection, you squinted a bit to appreciate the scenery in front of you.

“Isn’t the view so pretty?” you sighed in content. You didn’t notice that he wasn’t looking at the sea. Instead, he was staring at you.

“Yeah. Extremely pretty,” he found himself saying with a soft smile.

To Eric’s slight annoyance, Sunwoo came and tactlessly interrupted the moment to tell you two to meet everyone else at the pool. He was raving about the jacuzzi next to it and eagerly tugged at Eric’s sleeve to hurry him up.

Younghoon was already shoving Hyunjae’s head underwater when you arrived. Jacob waved at you from the chaise lounge and you sat down next to him. Giggling, you watched Sangyeon climb on top of both of them as Juyeon egged him on. Changmin and Chanhee were relaxing in the jacuzzi while Kevin and Haknyeon were piling food on their plates at the snack bar.

Eric was thrown into the pool thanks to Sunwoo’s push and he emerged to the surface screaming and laughing. Using his powers to add more pressure, he splashed Sunwoo with water, who ran off shrieking.

“Do you not like the water as well?” you turned around to face Jacob.

“I don’t necessarily dislike it but I don’t really like it either,” he shrugged. “I don’t mind jumping in if the guys tell me to join.”

“Do you hate the water or are you afraid of it?” Haknyeon asked as he and Kevin took a seat next to you.

“I guess both?” you answered.

“You know, contrary to popular belief, I’m actually not that fond of large bodies of water either,” Kevin said as he offered Jacob a bite of his pizza. “Pretty weird for a water element, huh?”

“Hey, hey, we don’t stick to stereotypes. We are all individuals with personalities and preferences unique to our own character,” Jacob chided.

“Oh how I love confirmation biases,” Haknyeon joked.

You had to admit it was pretty interesting to see how each person matched and defied their element and animal characteristics. It was like taking a personality test and fervently agreeing with the parts that were true and blatantly ignoring the parts that weren’t.

The rest of the day was spent fooling around and playing games. There was never a dull moment with the boys. They were always in high spirits and full of energy.

Even at dinner, your table was the loudest one. Juyeon had been sneakily stealing a few bites of fish off of Haknyeon’s plate, who took great offense when he finally noticed. Meanwhile, Eric was bargaining with Younghoon for his chicken. At the mention of chicken, Hyunjae joined in on the negotiation of the last piece of meat.

So far, you haven't had a risky moment with either your element or animal. You were in complete control and didn’t need guidance—although Chanhee remained by your side just in case. When you made it back to your room to call it a night, you were relieved and proud that the trip was going smoothly without any hiccups.

Perhaps you spoke too early.

In one of the rooms down the hall, a girls’ night had turned awry. One of the girls, a water element, began crying and started a waterflow that got out of hand. The more she panicked and tried to stop it, the higher the water rose. It quickly seeped into the hallway and into other rooms.

With her friends screaming at her to make it stop, it only escalated with a loud whoosh as the door broke open from the pressure. Now in full panic mode, the girls shrieked and realized that the place was flooding from the inside out.

They trudged through the rising water to flee, banging on doors on their way out. Doors swung open as students woke up from the commotion.

By the time Juyeon finally managed to wake Eric up from his deep sleep, the water was nearly up to the bed. The roommates freaked out, wondering what the heck was going on. Juyeon quickly grabbed his bag and hurried Eric to leave.

On their way out, however, they saw that your door was still closed.

“Shit, Y/n can’t swim,” Eric gasped.

“The water’s not that deep yet. Let’s get her out while it’s still walkable,” Juyeon said as he threw his bag down and started walking towards your room.

Meanwhile, you were still sound asleep. You were startled awake by the pounding. When you registered the situation, the fear made you shift into a cat before you could get up and unlock the door. You anxiously glanced at the closed door as the water began to climb up your body.

Outside, Eric felt a pit form in his stomach. Getting worried, he decided to break your door open. With the help of Juyeon, he barely slammed the heavy wood down by mustering up all the strength he had.

“Y/n!” he yelled when he finally saw you.

You were struggling to keep your head above the water and it was getting harder by the second to not breathe in the liquid. He rushed to pick you up and kept you afloat even when he stumbled. The waves were now reaching his chest.

Juyeon transformed into his cat form to swim as Eric trekked through the hall. You were clinging onto him and Eric was holding onto you tightly as well. You could feel him pant and his heart beat fast. Tucked under his arm, you looked up to see beads of sweat falling from his forehead.

Your own heart skipped a beat at the sight. You could tell how much he cared for you. He made you feel wanted. Needed. Important.

You two were polar opposites but still complemented each other so well. He was the optimism you lacked and you were his rock. You kept him grounded and he made you laugh.

When you finally escaped to the deck, Juyeon stepped away to change back into a human and put on clothes. Your friends crowded around you, Younghoon drying you off with a towel and Chanhee placing a clean outfit next to you.

“Alright, everyone, settle down,” the headmaster called out, turning heads. “I’m glad you’re all safely out but it’ll take some time to drain the water. Please calmly stay in groups until we sort everything out.”

Thanks to your months of training, you were now able to sense when your transformation was about to occur. You grabbed the clothes with your mouth and ran off before you could flash anyone. You sheepishly returned wearing one of Chanhee’s pajama shirts and with water still dripping from your hair.

“Y/n!” Sunwoo dramatically whined, jumping you for a hug. Displeased, Eric peeled him off of you and handed you another towel.

“Thanks, Eric,” you smiled. “For… everything.”

“No problem,” he grinned as he ruffled your head.

“Thank God these two got you out safe and sound,” Sangyeon sighed in relief. You apologized for worrying everyone, to which Hyunjae insisted that you had no reason to feel sorry.

Luckily, the next day was not as eventful. A dinner party was prepared for the last night on the cruise and you got to dress up and have fun. You enjoyed a relaxing time in the ballroom with music playing from the speakers and the boys embarrassing themselves on the dance floor.

You giggled as you watched Changmin ask his crush for a dance after Chanhee quite literally pushed his friend to approach her. It was sweet to see both of them all shy in each other’s arms.

Juyeon nudged Eric and nodded in your direction to ask if he was going to ask you to dance as well. When Eric pretended not to know what he was talking about, Sunwoo joined in to tease him.

“Come on, bro. We all know you like her. Just hurry up and make a move already,” Sunwoo snickered.

“Ooh are we talking about Y/n?” Hyunjae came after eavesdropping.

“I hate you guys,” Eric rolled his eyes as he tried to hide his blush.

Learning from Chanhee, Sunwoo shoved his best friend towards you and fled after he bumped into you. Shooting him a glare, Eric silently swore at him with his eyes. He cringed before turning around to face you.

He felt his breath being stolen away when his eyes met yours. You were absolutely stunning. The glimmer of the chandelier shining on your enhanced your features and he found himself lost in your orbs.

From a few tables away, Kevin and Jacob had joined the other three guys to fanboy over the interaction. Juyeon whispered “he’s totally whipped” to Sunwoo who failed to hold back his laughter. Eric, however, didn’t even notice. He was too busy gaping at you.

“Uhh is there something on my face?” you asked, bringing your palm to your cheek. You were slightly self conscious at his intense staring.

“Beauty,” he blurted. Trying to play it cool, he acted confident and ignored the burst of laughter from his friends. You felt your face heat up at his comment and awkwardly coughed as you looked away.

“Y-You look great too,” you stuttered.

On his way to pour himself some more punch, Chanhee loudly told you to just dance with Eric. He passed by and continued to walk towards the drinks without a care as to how flustered he left you two. Your friends were practically doubling over in laughter at this point.

So Eric boldly held your hand and gently guided you to the dance floor. Feeling your body heat up, he applied his cooling powers on you to prevent you from igniting flames.

“I guess we could say there’s a spark between us,” he joked.

The rest of the night flew by in a blur. You hadn’t felt so carefree in so long. For the first time in a while, you weren’t hung up on the past or worried about the future. You simply appreciated the moment as you were living it.

You never expected things to turn out the way it did. With the death of your parents, you lost a lot of things. But your new friends made you feel complete again. They healed you in ways you couldn’t have imagined.

The revelation of your true identity also brought you peace. You no longer felt like the odd one out. Your own powers didn’t scare you and you felt safe learning about them at the boarding school.

However, you began to doubt all of that the second you docked back on land. You were chatting with Eric about his favorite ramen brand when an all-too-familiar voice made you freeze.

“Y/n..?” he carefully called out. He slowly came up to see if it really was you and gasped when he saw that it was.

Eric didn’t know why he suddenly felt uneasy. Maybe it was because an unknown male had made a reappearance in your life or maybe it was because he recognized the way he was looking at you. It was the same way he looked at you as well.

Chanhee, now protective and defensive, slightly pushed you to the back to ask who he was.

“It’s okay, Chanhee. He’s my friend,” you assured, stepping forward.

Juyeon scowled, not liking that you were interacting with people from the human world. It was borderline going against the rules.

“Hey, Hyunjoon. Long time no see,” you timidly greeted.

“Are you kidding me? You disappeared after a fire burned down your house and that’s all you have to say to me?” Hyunjoon fumed.

You winced at the pain evident in his voice. It had hurt you to ignore your best friend and there hadn’t been a day where you didn’t miss him. Guilt-ridden, you were unable to meet his eyes. He took you by surprise by pulling you in for a hug.

“We thought of the worst, Y/n,” he murmured. “I forgive you for going M.I.A. on me. It’s okay. Everything’s fine as long as you’re here.”

You choked back tears but couldn’t stop one from falling down your cheek. You heard the headmaster gathering the students to get on the bus back home and knew that you didn’t have much time before you had to leave him again. Sangyeon patted you on the shoulder and ran ahead to ask the headmaster for leniency.

“I-I have to go soon,” you stammered as you broke away from his embrace.

“Go where? You’re not coming back home?” Hyunjoon asked.

“I… have a new home now,” you gulped. “I can’t tell you where and I can’t promise that I’ll be able to see you again. But I’ve missed you. I still do.”

“Are you safe?” he whispered after staying silent for a bit. “Are you happy?”

You took a glimpse of your group of friends that was unconvincingly pretending to not listen to the conversation. It almost made you chuckle despite the situation.

“Yeah,” you trailed off. “I’m doing well, Hyunjoon. And I hope the same for you. I’m sorry.”

“Then that’s all that matters,” he forced a smile as he hugged you one last time. “Bye, Y/n.”

“Bye, Hyunjoon.”

It pained you to see him watch you walk away. Your heart broke with each step you took. On the ride back to the forest, you stared out the window. Eric, sitting next to you, softly squeezed your hand to offer you some comfort.

“I made the right choice, right?” you asked, leaning on his shoulder.

“Do you regret it?” he cautiously asked.

You thought about it. You definitely missed Hyunjoon and all of your other old friends. You also definitely felt bad that you left them behind without a word and still couldn’t provide an explanation. But at the same time, you’ve grown to love your new school and new friends. You no longer had to be on edge without even knowing the reason why. Creker Academy made you feel confident. The boys made you feel accepted. Eric made you feel loved.

“No,” you answered with certainty. “Not at all.”

a/n: for the eric to my sunwoo, @sohnhorizon​

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GAMES. — Zed Necrodopolis

Pairing: Zed X FEMALE Reader

Requested: Yes / No

Requested By: @gummybee12 Thank you so much for being my first submission. Sorry for not posting immediately i recently transitioned semesters so i had too focus on school the past two weeks but i hope you enjoy it! Also, their might be an extensive part to this one-shot so please don’t be worried if it ends abruptly! 

Summary: When Y/N moved to SeaBrook she is warned by her friends to stay cautious of Zed, who’s only goal is to get with every girl and then drop them. One night at an annual zombie mash could change her expectations.

Prompt: #64 — “Your who they warned me about”.

Warnings: regular teens cursing. 

IT HAD BEEN ONE DAY SINCE ZED had called it quits with Addison. The blonde girl was utterly heart broken as she sobbed quietly in the beige colored stall in the SeaBrook High girl’s lavatory. Bree stood outside of the small stall consoling Addison and trying to comfort her sad friend. Bree’s arms crossed over her chest in annoyance she breathed out a huge huff and began slowly pacing around the sink area. “I’m going to kill him”. Bree spoke in a utter tone as her white teeth gritted together in anger at the thought of the green haired zombie.

Zed Necrodopolis. Everyone at SeaBrook knew the name if you’d ask they’d point you in the direction of the sly zombie who stood at 6’3 with vibrant green hair, piercing brown eyes and mahogany colored converse. He was your all average stuck up playboy. You’d either find him at raging house parties and annual zombie mashes completely sucking the face off some human girl in the corner while loud music blasted over the speaker, practically trying to get her clothes off.

 Zed arrived at SeaBrook High as transfers from zombie town along with other students almost 2 years ago, and since then the disgusting misogynistic peer pressures of being popular has taken over his mind. He had bright goals and ambitions to make SeaBrook a better place dude to the wide discrimination and violence against zombies — he had joined the football team, became student body president and from their, Y/N knew it was only a matter of time before her childhood best friend dissolved into the crowd.

Y/N was a hybrid. She was born to a human father and zombie mother, which at the time of her birth wasn’t a normal thing that was looked upon in the town of SeaBrook. She had human like features, her eyes, nose, teeth although her hair was born and curly the other half of her head was a vibrant neon green and she inherited a diamond shaped birthmark on her wrist. 

She learned from an early age how to stand up for herself due to growing up in an all human town and going to a human elementary school. The kids laughed and taunted her but scaring them off didn’t stop her. Instead of being forced to wear a bulky wrist band that has to be covered in plastic every time a zombie takes a shower, Y/N was given a green jeweled necklace handed down by generations in her family to help contain the full zombie impulse.

She and her family moved to SeaBrook back in the summer — which was about a month ago, on her first day she was utterly lost and couldn’t find her way around the school she soon befriended Addison and her friend Bree, who quickly accepted her with open arms. With Addison out of sight, who was still dating her at the time made sure to warn Y/N about Zed’s sick tendencies. “He just broke up with Zia about 3 weeks ago”. Bree told Y/N as she sat with her at lunch surrounded by Bree, Bonzo, Lacey, and Bucky. Y/N squinted at the laughter to green haired teens shared sitting at the back table in the cafeteria while eating lunch. 

Zed not failing to flirt and compliment Addison every second only causing her to swoon more and more. “He’s going to break her”. Bree spoke taking a bite of her pizza , to which the group murmured in agreement. “It’s only a matter of time before he continues the cycle so it’s best we all stay away from him — including you Y/N”. Bree tried to lecture but only earned a scoff from Y/N who rolled her eyes.

“Pfft, as if zombie boy over there even has a single chance”.

It had been three weeks since Zed had broken the blonde’s heart. The last bell for the hour rang as Y/N took her seat on the small wooden stool in the science class. The bell had rang and Y/N let out a content sigh pulling out her lime green spiraled notebook and a mechanical pencil. “Good Afternoon class”. Y/N’s eyes adverted to the welcoming voice of Mr. Eeurk, the science teacher who stood at about 5  feet and 9 inches with very pale skin and brown eyes a bright smile on his face as he walked over to his large desk and set down his leather bag taking a sip of his coffee. 

20 minutes had soon passed when Mr. Eeurk was lecturing the class about the plants cycle of photosynthesis. The large door creaked open as a tall built figure walked in flashing a shiny white smile. “Hey Mr Eeurk sorry i’m late i was using the bathroom!” Mr. Eeurk didn’t seem impressed - or amused at the fact that one of his careless students was late to class -- again.

“I don’t want to hear it Necrodopolis, take a seat and get out your worksheet”. Mr. Eeurk nonchalantly answered with his back turned to the 6 feet 4′ athlete reading the answer pages on his clipboard. Zed sighed and scanned the room for a place to sit his eyes met the eyes of the quiet and innocent looking students -- most of them the zombie knew because of his high popularity on school grounds, but some he did not.  

He smirked to  himself as he eyes down the candy that was Y/N. He didn’t care about anything except keeping his name in check which meant staking out the class for fresh meat. He was an asshole, which meant he cared about no one, only himself and his needs. 

Y/N had felt an unusual pit of wary grow in her stomach, a light finger tapped the upper right of her shoulder. Breaking her attention away from her science worksheet that she had almost finished she eyed a paled face boy who she had heard many things about. Y/N was smart, so she knew he was up to something the minute he batted his eyes innocently and said; 

“ can i sit here?”

he licked his lips and smiled like an angel. ‘So he thinks he’s really fooling me huh? Yeah not today dude.’  Y/N chuckles lightly and shakes her head picking up her finished worksheet. She gave him a moment of ambition and curious silence when she flashes a flirty smile and spoke, “no but you can go sit your ass in the back”. 

She giggled evilly as she watched the sly expression on the player’s face immediately drop to disappointment. He nodded slowly and pursed his lips not expecting the ‘ohs” and enjoying laughter from his football buddies and classmates. 

Y/N had stood up from her seat and slowly strutted up wards towards the small plastic paper box that laid on the teacher’s desk. Placing her completed paper in with a smile she made her way back to the small desk in silence. Zed’s eager eyes following her every move, he licked his dry lips in anticipation. Y/N however, smirked at her recent actions, proud of the rejection she gave the notorious fuckboy moments earlier. 

The time had somehow consumed her thoughts as the last school bell for the day finally rang as a release for the captive students. Packing up her things Y/N walked out of the science room and up the grey stairs of SeaBrook High feeling like she had just won a grammy. She chuckled swaying her hips as she made her way over toward’s Bree’s pink colored locker. 

Two can definitely play at this game. 

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After Agnès: Ten French Filmmakers to Watch in 2021.

It’s not every day that a grass-roots fandom inspires a Letterboxd Easter egg, but the love for Portrait of a Lady on Fire was so strong that those flames are here to stay. With a new Céline Sciamma fairytale on the horizon, we invited Sarah Williams—one of the #PortraitNation instigators—to highlight ten femmes de cinéma with new works due out this year, and suggest films from their back catalogs to watch now.

Among many dramatic moments in cinema in 2020, there was the resignation of the entire César Academy board, following protests about the nomination of filmmaker and child rapist Roman Polanski (dubbed ‘Violanski’ by French feminists). Then there were the walkouts at the 45th César Awards ceremony itself, led by actress Adèle Haenel, after Polanski won there. Firm calls for change followed from Le Collectif 50/50, a movement that has urged parity on festival selection committees, after seeing how few female filmmakers were allowed into competition categories. (They have had some success, particularly with Cannes, where selection committees have moved towards more transparency and a better gender balance.)

Actress Adèle Haenel has a message for the 2020 César Awards, shortly before walking out of the ceremony.

This year’s Césars were tame, by comparison: actress Corinne Masiero stripped on stage, using her brief spotlight to focus on the pandemic and the crisis of shuttered cinemas across France. May they open as soon as it’s safe, because many of the filmmakers prominent in these social movements have new movies on the horizon. As the older generation retires, this newer group of progressive filmmakers is making waves on the festival scene, working from perspectives often denied or overlooked in mainstream cinema. French cinema is at a sort of crossroads, and the next Portrait of a Lady on Fire, Divines or BPM could be just around the bend.

Letterboxd members are well schooled in the power of Agnès, and Céline Sciamma has entered the worldwide critical sphere—and Letterboxd’s highest ranks—thanks to the success of Portrait of a Lady on Fire (🖼️🔥 forever), but there are many more French storytellers worthy of your watchlists. Alongside Sciamma, here are nine more for your consideration.

Céline Sciamma’s ‘Petite maman’.

Céline Sciamma

Coming soon: Petite maman Watch now: Water Lilies, Tomboy and Girlhood

Before her worldwide hit Portrait of a Lady on Fire, Céline Sciamma helmed a trilogy of acclaimed coming-of-age stories, Water Lilies, Tomboy and Girlhood. Her fifth feature, Petite maman, both lives in the world of this trilogy, and radically differs from the trio.

Petite maman premiered at the 2021 Berlinale, where the North-American rights were snapped up by NEON, Sciamma’s partner on Portrait’s release. In the film, Nelly (Joséphine Sanz) is eight years old when her grandmother dies, and she goes with her parents to help empty the house. One morning, her mother, Marion (Nina Meurisse) disappears, and she finds a young girl also named Marion (Gabrielle Sanz) building a fort in the same place her mother had as a child. A non-traditional view of motherhood, Petite maman’s supposed twist is never meant to be a twist at all, as this Miyazaki-like fairytale never tries to hide where Nelly’s mother really is.

Unlike other time-travel films, Petite maman is not concerned with physics. It’s a gentle act of love that blurs generational lines, answering the question of what it would be like to see life through your parents’ eyes at your age.

What Sciamma does here is radical even for her, creating an entire film that lies in a safer place of childhood. Where in Water Lilies, Girlhood and, especially relevant, Tomboy, shot in the same forests of Cergy, she depicts the full violence that comes with adolescence, the two young girls here console each other, and don’t have a camera on them for the rougher events of their childhoods.

Sciamma’s earlier films about youth feel like personal catharsis, but also unflinchingly show coercion, a child being outed, and teenage gang violence. With Petite maman, the two young girls are allowed to live in the more innocent parts of their childhoods, and though they deal with grief, worries of abandonment, and one nervously awaits a major surgery, Sciamma now tells a weighty story without needing to show pain on screen.

The end result is a warm, nostalgic film that isn’t bound by time period or the specifics of setting. It’s a live-action Ghibli fairytale that, despite having Sciamma’s youngest leads, has matured from her earlier work. The plays acted out by the children sometimes parallel their own stories, and once, in a scene of a countess and maid, almost seem to be calling back to past films, in this case Portrait of a Lady on Fire. Many times, including at the film’s Berlinale Q&A, Sciamma has said she does not write characters, but stories and situations to enter. This feels more than true with this latest effort, a steady hand extended to an audience, promising us that it will be okay, some day.

Alice Diop’s ‘We’.

Alice Diop

Coming soon: We (‘Nous’) Watch now: Towards Tenderness (‘Vers la Tendresse’)

Through the many shortcomings and scandals of France’s César Awards, a memorable win of recent years was Alice Diop’s 2017 award for best short film for Vers la Tendresse (Towards Tenderness), a prize she dedicated to victims of police violence. The film is a 38-minute poetic exploration of how men view sex and romance in the French banlieues (suburbs). One line in the film summarizes Diop’s central thesis: “It’s just hard to talk about love. We don’t know what it is.” These young men struggle to conceptualize love from what they are taught, and their flaws are laid bare in the name of understanding the limitations of masculinity.

Though more abstract, Diop’s new film, We, which had its premiere in the 2021 Berlinale industry selection, comes from a similar desire for collective understanding. The train line of the RER B crosses Paris from north to south, and with it, so does an attempt to connect fragmented stories around the city. The film heavily recalls the Varda tradition that a documentary can be made just by walking and waiting. Using a series of suburban vignettes, Diop is able to piece together a wildlife conservatory of ordinary lives, looking at her own community and trying to capture the warmer side of society. She talks to a mechanic, a writer, and even her own father, in a sort of David Attenborough of human landscapes. We weaves through parts of the city with overwhelmingly Black and immigrant populations, building a nostalgic breed of documentary not focused on the gotcha! reveal.

Rebecca Zlotowski’s ‘An Easy Girl’ (2019).

Rebecca Zlotowski

Coming soon: Les enfants des autres Watch now: An Easy Girl (‘Une fille facile’)

Writer and director Rebecca Zlotowski has steadily released a film every three years since 2010. Her stories have centered on Jewish and North-African characters, and her television series Savages, based on a series of novels from Sabri Louatah, focuses on the attempted assassination of a fictional Arab President-elect in France. Very little has been spilled about Zlotowski’s newest film, Les enfants des autres, which began shooting in March. We know that Virginie Efira and Roschdy Zem are attached, and there were casting calls looking for children, and for extras for a scene set in a synagogue.

Though each of her four previous features have their strengths—and I’m even partial to Planetarium, an overzealous magical-realist film about American sisters with a supernatural gift, set in the Parisian film industry around the rise of anti-semitism—2019 Cannes selection An Easy Girl, readily accessible on Netflix, is a choice pick. Notable for its controversial casting of Zahia Dehar, who became infamous for relations with the French national football team while an underage sex worker, this choice proved to be a clever deception in a film about how women said to be easy with men are dismissed.

Dehar plays the older cousin to newcomer Mina Farid’s Naïma, a sixteen year old who longs for her cousin’s seemingly glamorous lifestyle. Naïma soon learns this life isn’t just fashion, but about learning to please wealthy men in order to get what she wants, while never having to give too much of herself away. While most of the director’s closest contemporaries are pioneers of a coherent movement of female gaze, Zlotowski chooses here to shoot through a decidedly male gaze, challenging her audiences’ perceptions of how they treat her characters before we come to understand them.

Also noteworthy is Zlotowski’s debut feature Dear Prudence, based around a diary she’d found in the street. Starring a very young Léa Seydoux as a seventeen-year-old girl who joins a motorcycle gang after the death of her mother, the film’s unique source material makes this Zlotowski’s most intimate film.

Julia Ducournau’s ‘Raw’ (2016).

Julia Ducournau

Coming soon: Titane Watch now: Raw (‘Grave’)

Julia Ducournau’s cult-favorite, coming-of-age, cannibal gorefest Raw quickly made her a name to watch. When Garance Marillier’s Justine tastes meat for the first time at a veterinary-school hazing, it awakens a cannibalistic desire within her. Shot as one would an erotic realization, Raw is at its essence an uncontrollable thread of self discovery.

Already backed by NEON for US distribution, with a possible mid-2021 release date, Ducournau’s follow-up Titane looks to be a wild thriller, if somewhat more traditional than the teenage “monstrous feminine” body-horror of her early work. Much of the production has been kept under wraps, but we know Vincent Lindon stars alongside newcomer Agathe Rousselle. Lindon plays the father of a mysterious young man named Adrien LeGrand, who is found in an airport with a swollen face, claiming to be a boy who had disappeared ten years before. Ducournau is a filmmaker unafraid to shy away from the provocative, and Titane is all but guaranteed a major platform come premiere.

Catherine Corsini’s ‘La Fracture’ (2021).

Catherine Corsini

Coming soon: The Divide (‘La fracture’) Watch now: Summertime (‘La belle saison’), An Impossible Love (‘Un amour impossible’)

Coming a generation before many of the other filmmakers here, Catherine Corsini is best known for her complex romantic dramas. Her most recent are the 1970s feminist-tinged Summertime (2015), starring Cécile de France and Izïa Higelin as a couple torn between rural farmlands and Paris, and An Impossible Love (2018), a novelistic chronicle of a couple (Niels Schneider and Virginie Efira) as their relationship sours from 1958 to the present day.

Summertime, which is currently available to rent or buy in the US, is Corsini’s first film to consciously depict a relationship between two women (though 2001’s Replay is ambiguous as to what is happening between Pascale Bussières and Emmanuelle Béart’s characters). The young lovers learn what freedoms they gain and lose between the pastoral countryside, and the feminist organizers they run with in Paris. It’s a fairly standard romantic arc, but illuminates a fiery counter-culture feminist era, and is a staunchly progressive film from a national cinema built so firmly upon a more traditional view of seduction.

La fracture, Corsini’s latest (and the third film produced by her life partner Elisabeth Perez) centers on yet another couple (Marina Foïs and Valeria Bruni-Tedeschi) who are on the verge of breaking up when a demonstration outside causes tensions to rise at the hospital they’re confined within. A relationship under strain alongside French protest culture? Extremely French subject matter indeed.

Claire Burger’s ‘Real Love’ (2018).

Claire Burger

Coming soon: Foreign Language (‘Langue étrang��re’) Watch now: Real Love (‘C’est ça l’amour’)

Most likely known for her Clouzot-tinged music video for Kompormat’s ‘De mon âme à ton âme’, starring Adèle Haenel, Claire Burger is a filmmaker heavily rooted in location. Her past films, including a graduation short and two features, have been set in the north-eastern town of Forbach, where she grew up, just fifteen minutes from the German border. This looks to be a thread that runs through her next film: Foreign Language is about a friendship between two girls who live on either side of the French-German border. BPM producer Marie-Ange Luciani is set to produce; a poster for BPM made a cameo in Burger’s last feature, Real Love.

A personal story, Real Love is one of non-traditional fatherhood and a family that does not rely on masculinity. When his wife leaves, Mario (Bouli Lanners) is left to raise his two teenage daughters in their small town, all while taking part in a community-theater production. Most of the film is told from the perspective of the younger daughter (Justine LaCroix), experiencing first love with a girl from school, who doesn’t seem to want anything serious.

Notably, after her debut and a lengthy series of short films, this was the first time Burger, who edits her own films, cast professional actors, in the case of Lanners and Antonia Buresi (as a theater director). Yet it is the performance of the actresses playing the sisters that most touched the hearts of Letterboxd fans—as Lyd writes, “Maybe it was the opera music or the fantastic performances by Justine Lacroix and Sarah Henochsberg as the daughters, but it just affirmed so many things about life choices and the tipsy-turvy nature of love as just, everything.”

Marie Amachoukeli’s ‘Party Girl’ (2014).

Marie Amachoukeli

Coming soon: Rose Hill Watch now: Party Girl

A rare non-Sciamma project backed by producer Bénédicte Couvreur, Marie Amachoukeli’s solo debut is much anticipated, after Party Girl, where she was one-third of a directing trio with Claire Burger and Samuel Theis (who is shooting a feature of his own titled Petite Nature). Outside the collaborations with Burger, which began in film school, Amachoukeli is screenwriting for a number of films including Franco Lolli’s The Defendant, and has collaborated with animator Vladimir Mavounia-Kouka on two shorts, The Cord Woman and I Want Pluto to Be a Planet Again. A synopsis has yet to be released for Rose Hill, but in an old interview with Brain magazine, Amachoukeli mentioned searching for backers for a lesbian spy comedy.

Party Girl is essentially docu-fiction, with actors cast as versions of themselves building an authentic troupe of real people. Though it’s a collaboration, Amachoukeli shines as a screenwriter, introducing the story of a bar hostess who still lives the partying, single life of a woman in her twenties, despite having reached sixty. She is thrown when a man asks her to marry him, and she must reconstruct her outlook on love. From such young filmmakers, Party Girl is a sensitive portrait of an imperfect, ageing woman, which feels so rare in a cinematic landscape that longs for a fountain of youth.

Audrey Diwan’s ‘Happening’ (2021).

Audrey Diwan

Coming soon: Happening (‘L’evenement’) Watch now: Losing It (‘Mais vous êtes fous’)

French memoirist Annie Ernaux works by reconstructing her life over and over as time passes. One of her more well-known books, L’évènement, retraces her experiences trying to get an abortion in 1963, during a time when the procedure was banned in France.

Audrey Diwan—whose 2019 debut film Losing It follows a pair of young parents (the always-charming Pio Marmaï and Céline Sallette) working through the father’s spiral into addiction and recovery—has a knack for solid performances. She’s able to write a relationship under strain with nuance, and Céline Sallette’s character shows strength as a mother choosing between protecting her children and repairing her relationship to their troubled but good-hearted father, whom she still loves dearly. This skill for writing family should pair well with Ernaux’s deeply personal prose.

Happening sweeps up a small army of promising young actors: Being 17 star Kacey Mottet Klein, and Portrait of a Lady on Fire and School’s Out supporting breakout Luana Bajrami, appear alongside lead actress Anamaria Vartolomei. Her character, Anne, is a bright student who risks everything once her pregnancy starts showing, so that she can finish her studies. Audrey Diwan’s film isn’t the only Ernaux adaptation currently, with Danielle Arbid’s Passion Simple having premiered at Venice in 2020.

Claire Simon’s ‘I Want to Talk about Duras’ (2021).

Claire Simon

Coming soon: I Want to Talk About Duras Watch now: Mimi

One of few figures to bridge cinema and literature equally, Marguerite Duras was a social commentator on her world; she grew up poor in French-colonized Vietnam, took on a staunch leftist perspective, and developed a singular tone in her observational assertions. Duras’s 1975 film India Song, based on her novel of the same name, was a landmark in feminist film. Through a hypnotic structure (“a viewing experience like no other, one that touches all of the senses,” writes Carter on Letterboxd), India Song delivers a strong criticism of class and colonialism through its story of Anne-Marie Stretter (Delphine Seyrig), a French ambassador’s wife in 1930s Kolkata.

In I Want to Talk About Duras, writer-director Claire Simon (best known for her documentaries on the seemingly mundane) adapts a transcript of conversations between Duras (Emmanuelle Devos) and her much younger partner Yann Andréa Steiner (Swann Arlaud), in which the pair break down the codes of love and literature. These conversations were published in a book named after Steiner, who met Duras when he approached her after a screening of India Song.

The highlight of Simon’s previous work is Mimi, in which she settles down in the countryside with an old friend, and tells her life story over 105 minutes. Recently programmed as part of Metrograph’s Tell Me: Women Filmmakers series, it’s clear the film was selected for its authenticity. However, many Letterboxd members may heavily benefit from seeing The Graduation, her 2016 documentary about the famous Parisian film school La Fémis, and its difficult selection process. Most of the other filmmakers in this list passed through its gates, and Claire Simon’s Wiseman-lite documentary sheds light on the challenges these young people take upon themselves for a chance at a world-renowned filmmaking education.

Amandine Gay’s ‘Speak Up’ (2017).

Amandine Gay

Coming soon: A Story of One’s Own (‘Une histoire à soi’) Watch now: Speak Up (‘Ouvrir la voix’)

Amandine Gay has much to say about access to film school—and opportunities in the film industry—for those outside the mainstream. Initially on the radar for her Afro-feminist activism, Gay arrived on the cinema scene with Speak Up, a narrative reclamation focusing on the diaspora in France and Belgium.

Talking to Francophone Black women who may not be considered formal scholars, allowing her subjects to speak as experts on their own experiences, Gay disproves the idea that France is a race-blind society. She shoots mainly in regal close-ups and using natural light, allowing her subjects the clarity to speak for themselves, unfiltered. (And to put to bed the misconception that Black performers are harder to light, one of many important angles discussed in an excellent interview with Letterboxd member Justine Smith.)

Using family photos and home videos from subjects, Gay’s engaging documentary work is a mouthpiece to spark conversation. Her next documentary, Une histoire à soi, centers on transnational adoption and will likely take a similarly conversational approach in exploring a unique cultural divide; putting the microphone in front of those who can provide a first-person point of view. Though not officially backed yet, she’s also—for years!—teased a Black lesbian sommelier film on podcasts and in interviews. That’s a story that I hope won’t need much more maturing before we see it. A votre santé.

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Hypnotic (Taking Over Me)- Chapter 3

Pairing: Eventual Jedi!OC x Sith!Obi Wan

Word Count: 3.7 K

Story Rating: E (18+)

Chapter Rating: I’m just gonna move these up to E now because I’d rather be safe than sorry.

Warning: Swearing. Threats of violence. Cannon typical violence. Calm kidnapping. There was only one bed. Almost naked cuddling. Dare I say fluff??

A/N: Please let me know if I missed any tags!

Zara was unable to fall back asleep. She could feel when Obi Wan finally succumbed to his own exhaustion and it set her on edge. She looked around quietly, keeping tabs on his signature across the building. There had been hope she could find her saber, but he must have stashed it away somewhere.

When she looked down to see her boots by the door, she decided she had no other choice. She couldn’t stay with her captor. There was a lack of clarity she wanted to rip out of her head even if it meant doing something risky. She told herself that Anakin wouldn’t sit around and wait at the mercy of anyone. It wasn’t her normal avenue of actions but hers obviously weren’t working. She shut her eyes and spoke like a mantra that Anakin would want her to fight. He would want her to escape.

Zara quickly pulled on her boots and grabbed a large jacket by the door. She could feel the chill coming through the door but knew that was the only time it was going to happen.

“I am a Jedi knight. I can do this. I can get back and warn the counsel. I can save Anakin.”

She winced when the cold hit her face and she realized then Obi Wan would feel the air change. She pulled the door shut and started running off in the direction she thought they had come from. There were still some footprints, but it was hard to follow. Snow had drifted over part of their journey, so she stopped to look around. Between the cold and running, her chest was heaving trying to pull in air.

“Zara! Zara you are going to die trying to run off like this!”

She whipped around to her captor having already caught up to her.

“I can’t stay here! I can’t let you manipulate me and hurt Anakin. I won’t!”

“You’re smarter than this!”

“Let me go! If you have one shred of decency in you, let me go!”

He stood up tall and shrugged his jacket off, letting it fall to the ground. He tossed something to Zara, and she caught it quickly, gasping when she realized it was her saber. She looked back up at him as he ignited his blood red blade.

“Fight me. If you can best me, I’ll deliver you back to the temple myself.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then you stay here and stop trying to get yourself killed.”

She looked down at her saber and considered what he was saying. She had yet to actually see him fight.

“Letting me go would be directly going against your Master.”

“It would.”

“Then why offer me this?”

“If I can’t best a new Jedi Knight then I don’t deserve to keep her captive.”

Resolution washed over her. She ignited her blade and a sick smile spread across the Siths face. She carefully pulled off her own jacket and set it down, not taking her eyes off her enemy. He spun his saber a few times easily and fluidly.

“Come on, darling, it’s cold out here. Time to get this over with so we can get back in the warmth of our home.”

Zara wanted to snarl but instead closed her eyes and took a deep steadying breath. She let herself feel everything within the force. She trusted herself and her abilities. When she opened her eyes, she had a new look of determination. She no longer looked at him as Obi Wan, lost Jedi. He was Lord Veth and he needed to be defeated.

Veth was the first to move forward, quicker than she expected, and their sabers clashed together. He gave her a dangerous smile and broke away, quickly striking again with a fury she was not prepared for. She was able to block every swing, but it frustrated her she couldn’t turn it, so she was on the offensive. She could tell he was holding back and only pushing forward to keep her unbalanced. He felt her frustration and laughed when they locked their sabers together again.

“Darling, have I told you how stunning you look in my clothes?”

In frustration, Zara shot her arm out, using the force to push him back. He was able to keep himself on his feet as he immediately moved forward again. With a grin, Zara raised her hand again and a bright light emanated around her. Veth shielded his eyes, temporarily caught off balance.

“Little knight you surprise me.”

“Stars, do you ever shut up?”

“How rude, we were having such a good conversation. How long are you going to keep this up? I’m stronger than you are, sweetheart. You aren’t going to best me in battle.”

She knew he was right. Between fighting off the cold and trying to use the force so much she was getting exhausted. She stepped forward a few steps, hoping the blinding light would protect her movements just a bit. When she dropped her arm and ceased the blinding light, she quickly brought her saber down. Veth seemed to be expecting it when his arm shot up, using the force to wrap tightly around her throat.

“Now, now. That wasn’t very admirable. You are so much better than cheap tricks.”

He kept the force on her long enough that she dropped her saber and clawed at herself. He watched her struggle until tears welled in her eyes.

“Do you yield, darling?”

She shook her head and he sighed in annoyance. He let go, letting her crash to the ground with a thud. When she tried to move further than up to her knees, she realized that he was still using the force to keep her in place.

“I’m not killing you. Nice try though.”

He held his saber up to her chest and watched as the red danced off her face.

“Yield.”

“Why? You said you won’t kill me.”

“I can maim you. Maybe cut one of your legs off so you can’t run anymore. You only really need one hand. Hope you get my point.”

She glared up at him in defiance. He sighed and moved the blade forward, pressing it against her shoulder. Zara cried out from the burn and he shifted his weight, clearly annoyed.

“I’m not really into torture, dear. Please just yield so we can go inside.”

“No.”

“Fine.”

He reached forward and touched her head, rendering her unconscious instantly. He caught her and pulled her limp body close to his. Once he made sure he had both sabers he started towards the cabin.

“You have so much to learn, little knight. Hopefully you can accomplish that without many more scars.”

---

Zaras eyes fluttered open to immediately seeing the fireplace. She took inventory of her body and other than the tingle of warming limbs, she seemed to be okay. There were blankets under her as padding on the hard floor and a pillow under her head. When she shifted, she realized that the blankets felt way too soft against her skin. She peeked under the blanket to see that she was wearing nothing but her breast band and underwear.

“Your clothes were wet. Not that you believe anything I say but nothing unfavorable happened to you. I may be a monster, but I am not that type.”

She turned her head to look at him. He was sitting leaning against the wall wearing fresh clothes and his hair was wet where it fell in front of his eyes. She sat up slowly making sure one of the blankets was wrapped around her still.

“I placed a bacta patch on your shoulder. It shouldn’t scar too badly.”

She nodded and continued to look at him.

“Surprised you didn’t put force binders on me.”

“Why? The force is the only reason why you didn’t die out there. I don’t think you understand how inhabitable this planet is.”

“You’re mad at me.”

He sighed and brushed his hair back, finally making eye contact with her.

“I’m disappointed that you would be that reckless. You easily could have died.”

“What does it even matter? You accomplished your goal either way. Anakin is at the mercy of your Master and I am out of the picture.”

“You.. Zara I have met many beings in my travels in my life. I have traveled to many planets and seen wars rage around me. Up until I saw you on the battlefield, I had only ever known of one person that cared so deeply for life. It.. got her killed and the galaxy is darker for it.”

“The one you were in love with?”

He nodded and pulled one knee up so he could rest his arm on it. Zara caught herself wanting to console him but kept still. Master Windu had told her multiple times that her compassion could be dangerous. She didn’t want him to be right, but she was trying to figure out how to console her Sith captor.

“S-Satine. Her name was Satine. I was a padawan still when I went to Mandalore to protect her.”

“She was a Mandalorian?”

“Yes, the leader actually. She needed help because she saw a brighter future for her people. A future free of war and loss. She saw peace when no one else could, myself included.”

“Is that why you fell?”

He scoffed and shook his head.

“No. I told you, the Jedi did that to me. Though finding out she was gone did contribute to my anger.”

“I still don’t see how this connects to me.”

“The first thing I noticed about Satine was the fact that she cared so deeply. When faced with opposition she didn’t want to raise a weapon, she wanted to figure out how to stop everyone else from doing so. I followed you and Anakin on one of your first missions. It was the first opportunity that I could get to you without a Jedi Master sensing me the moment I landed.”

“That was nearly two cycles ago.”

“I know. I stood where I could keep the high ground in case you two noticed me. I expected you two to run in with absolutely no plan.”

“That’s what Anakin wanted to do.”

He nodded and she smiled softly at the memory.

“You though, darling, you had a plan. You had a plan to keep every one of your clone troopers safe. Clones. Quite literally made to be dispensable and replaceable. Yet you talked to them and listened to them. Your plan was good. Not strategic or quick, but it was the path of least resistance.”

Zara’s face fell and she sighed.

“I lost three troopers that day. The counsel let me know it was a success but all I felt was heartache. Life had been lost.”

“I saw that too. You don’t look like her nor do you act like her. Not really. You have the same heart though. I thought it was one of a kind but here you are, shining so brightly it’s sickening.”

Zara laughed and wrapped her covered arms around her legs, resting her head on her knees.

“Wont your Master find you weak for not killing me?”

“No. I told him I could turn you to the dark side.”

“I won’t.”

“I know that, sweetheart. I knew that from the beginning. I also knew that his greed and lust for power would see two incredibly young and strong force users under his control. He only needs Skywalker. He won’t pay as much attention to you. You’re just a bonus.”

“That’s.. devious.”

He chuckled and finally smiled fully.

“What else do you expect? I thought that’s all you saw in Sith.”

“You’re openly deceiving your Master.”

“The end goal of a Sith is to overpower their Master. We don’t work with them. We don’t trust them.”

“That sounds like a very lonely life, Obi Wan.”

He gave her a genuine smile. It was free of malice and ulterior motives. Zara couldn’t help but smile back at him, feeling a strange sense of peace flowing between the two.

“So is a life devoid of love and connections. We have two different types of master’s that lead us to the same cruel fate.”

Zara wanted to argue with him. She wanted to tell him that she was happy being a Jedi and didn’t mind the compromises she had to endure because of it. There was a line she had recited a thousand times when faced with questions about her chosen life. At that moment she couldn’t seem to form it into words.

“Your silences speak volumes, Jedi.”

“So do your actions, Sith. Where does that leave us?”

“I suppose we can figure it out tomorrow.”

“Why rush it? Doesn’t seem like either of us are going anywhere anytime soon.”

“How right you are, little knight. A Jedi and a Sith climb into a ship.”

Zara laughed and grinned at her own joke.

“And somehow find a way to understand each other.”

“For now.”

“Right. For now.”

---

Zara wished she wasn’t comfortable. As she laid next to the fire wrapped in comfortable blankets, she felt warm which was something she had been missing for days. The two had fallen into a comfortable silence. When she heard Obi Wan sigh, she turned to look at him. He looked much less comfortable than when she had woken up.

“Are you okay?”

He startled and looked at her, nodding.

“I’m fine, darling. Don’t fret about me. It’s unbecoming of a Jedi Knight.”

She huffed out a sigh and looked at him closer. She noticed the small tremors in his hands.

“You’re cold.”

“You are so rather perceptive.”

“Is your room warm?”

“Not particularly.”

She looked at all the blankets she was wrapped up in and felt guilty.

“Why don’t.. why don’t you come over here?”

His head snapped up at her question and it made her stifle a laugh.

“I can see that you’re cold. Instead of being warm in your own home you’re making sure that I am.”

“What kind of host would I be if I let you freeze to death.”

“Veth.”

“Again, not that kind of monster. Can’t imagine freezing to death would be very comfortable.”

“Can’t imagine? Looks like you are right now.”

He chuckled and went to retort but Zara wasn’t having it.

“Obi Wan.”

He fell silent and looked at her.

“If you can’t look at it as an act of kindness, look at it as an act of self-preservation. You want me to make smart choices, right?”

“Self-preservation.”

“If you die, I’m stuck on the planet with no idea where your ship is. Sitting in the house with a frozen Sith doesn’t sound fun.”

He chuckled and got up, walking over to where she was curled up by the fire. He slipped his outer shirt off and hesitated. Zara held open the blankets, so he climbed in, making sure he wasn’t touching her. When he let out a sigh at the heat she smiled.

“Between the fire and how warm it is in here you should be comfortable soon.”

“It’s already leagues better.”

“Good.”

He looked at her steadily enough that she could see all the shades in his eyes. When he wasn’t threatening or yelling at her she thought that they were almost beautiful. He reached up and gently pushed her hair back, his fingers grazing her skin.

“Stars, Obi Wan, you’re freezing.”

“I’ll survive.”

“You’ve really got to stop running out into the cold chasing stupid Jedi.”

He smirked and nodded, looking down as Zara took his hands in hers.

“Not to be crass, but you would get warmer if you weren’t wearing your clothes.”

He chuckled and shook his head.

“You’re taking all my lines, sweetheart.”

“Just self-preservation, remember?”

“Right. Not an ounce of kindness.”

“For you? Absolutely not. Never.”

He hummed and slipped his shirt off before doing the same with his pants. He was left wearing only his own underwear making it easier for Zara to see just how discolored his skin was.

“Veth, now who is being foolish.”

“I like it better when you call me Obi Wan.”

“Well, Obi Wan doesn’t sound like a fool. So, when you’re acting foolish then I’ll call you by a foolish name.”

He chuckled and shifted closer. They both told themselves it was to get more heat. Both were convinced that the only reason the other was close was to ensure they survived. Survival was smart. Sharing a bed with a sworn enemy was not. So, the easiest way to deal with their situation was to convince themselves that everything was simple.

“Then what do I call you when you’re being foolish?”

“Hmm. You usually call me Jedi.”

“It is one of the worst insults I know.”

“Watch it.”

They both laughed and Zara yawned.

“Get some sleep. Please don’t bolt out the door again.”

“I couldn’t escape without waking you regardless. You’re on the outside of this blanket cocoon. I’d have to uncover you.”

“Very true.”

“Turn around. Face the fire so you can get some heat from it.”

“You could just tell me I’m ugly.”

“Shut up, Veth.”

Obi Wan chuckled and rolled to his right, reveling at the heat of the fire on his face. He didn’t want to admit it, but he had been rather cold. When he felt a small arm wrap around him and Zara’s body press against his back, he had to stop himself from flinching. He felt her rest her forehead against his upper back and nestle in. He could have groaned at how warm she was but absolutely didn’t want to scare her off.

“Maker you’re cold. Next time you kidnap someone bring them to a more temperate planet.”

He chuckled and gently moved his arm, so he could place his hand over hers.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good.”

He felt her nestle in deeper, getting comfortable up against him. He smiled to himself when her sigh danced across his skin right before she fell asleep. He knew that he should be trying to turn her to the dark. His Master would be furious at his weakness. The idea of trying to corrupt someone so light and kind was repulsive to him.

He could feel her breath steadily fan across his back as she slept peacefully. He hated the Jedi, that much was true. He would never be able to go back nor would he be able to escape the darkness that held him so tightly. Zara didn’t make him forgive the Jedi, but he found himself forgiving her for being one.

It had been a very long time since Obi Wan felt anything but contempt for another living being. He could hardly remember what it felt like to have someone’s arm wrapped around him, no matter the circumstance. He tried to tell himself that he shouldn’t feel anything but the physical sensation of warmth.

The truth though? That warmth meant everything to him.

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When Zara woke, she didn’t want to open her eyes. She felt warm and comfortable regardless of how sore her body was. She nestled her face into the warmth in front of her and let out a sleepy sigh. When she felt something shift, she froze.

“Did you forget you fell asleep next to me?”

She opened her eyes and found herself looking directly at Obi Wan’s bare chest. He had his arms wrapped around her, holding her close to him.

“I guess I did. Uhm. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. We are both warm. Survival, right?”

She nodded against him, tentatively letting herself nestle back into the heat surrounding them.

“I didn’t.. I didn’t wake you at all I hope?”

“If you had any nightmares they didn’t show. Do you have them most nights?”

“Sleep isn’t something that is usually peaceful for me.”

“Perhaps there was enough darkness around you that your mind didn’t need to manifest any of it.”

Zara looked back up as he looked down, locking eyes with her.

“Your darkness is.. different.”

“Oh?”

He had an amused look on his face but the hesitance in his eyes told Zara that he was uncomfortable. She shook her head and looked back down. They had come to a tentative peace, but he was still dangerous. A different type of darkness didn’t mean it wasn’t dangerous. Obi Wan gently hook his finger under her chin, tilting her head back up.

“You have nothing to fear, darling.”

“We both know that isn’t true.”

He hummed as he ran his thumb across her bottom lip.

“I suppose you are correct. I don’t want you to fear me though. I will not harm you outside of necessity. Now tell me, what did you mean?”

Zara took a steady breath, willing down the nervousness and trepidation. She wasn’t used to being close to people, let alone someone who was an enemy of everything she stood for. She was vulnerable which was something she just was not comfortable with.

“That first day that I saw you, when you confronted Anakin and me. I felt your darkness. I felt it long before I saw you. I’m no stranger to the dark side but I also have never felt it the way that you carry it. You’re dark but.. you’re not chaotic. I see you calculating everything. As much as you say that I am different for my reverence for life, you are different too.”

“You picked all that up when we met?”

“I picked up on it but the longer I’ve been around you the more I see it. I’ve run into other Sith. I’ve fought them. Their energy was hard to be around because it was so unstable.”

“Are you saying I am less of a Sith?”

“No. Your eyes let me know that truth. It’s not that you’re light.”

He chuckled and moved his hand, so he was cupping her face.

“Your darkness is strong. It’s powerful but it isn’t all consuming like the others I’ve come across. You have a control over yourself that rivals even some of the strongest Jedi I have known.”

“Hmm, that almost sounds like a compliment.”

“I guess it is. At the very least it’s an admittance of me being taken by surprise. You are.. not what I expected.”

“Neither are you, darling. Neither are you.”

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the pact | tied up (m)

pairing: jinyoung x reader (in the pact universe)

genre: this is basically pwp okay but a little fluff ofc

summary: jinyoung gives you a gift for your birthday that you’re sure to never forget.

warnings: uh.. bondage? sub!jinyoung (he’s not very good at it), some thigh riding action, oral, dirty talk, light choking/slapping, oh my god it’s really not that bad i swear

word count: 6k

a/n: hi ily all thank you for being so great. just wanted to let you know because i don’t really have anything else to say! onto the filth!

You hadn’t wanted much for your birthday this year. Just some relaxation and maybe a slice of cake. 

This year, your birthday fell on a Saturday, so you’d slept over at his place on Friday. Both of you fell into a peaceful slumber after a few drama episodes and some junk food. As far as Birthday Eves went, it was more than satisfactory. 

He let you sleep in while he made breakfast, a full out feast that you hadn’t been expecting. It was more than you’d ever gotten for your birthday from a boyfriend, and you hadn’t even been dating Jinyoung a year yet. 

The rest of the day was spent just how you’d wanted to; lounging around with some Netflix and snuggles before it was time for your birthday dinner with your friends. You went to a restaurant that Jackson recommended, which turned out to be a delicious Italian place. 

“Gross, you guys are so cute. I’m gonna throw up,” Sana said, the smile on her face contrasting with the disgust in her words. 

You laughed, one glass of wine deep while leaning into Jinyoung’s shoulder. You felt overly touchy tonight and it seemed as if Jinyoung was feeling the same way. His hand was planted comfortably on your thigh as he relaxed into the back of his chair, sipping on his own wine with a smirk. 

“Leave us alone, it’s my birthday.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell from the tiara,” Sana responded. You stuck your tongue out. 

“Hey! You got this for me,” you countered, bringing your hands up to adjust your plastic crown. 

As you went to take a sip from your newly refilled glass of wine, your boyfriend leaned in to whisper in your ear, his breath tickling your skin. 

“Don’t drink too much, I’ve got a present for you at home that you’ll need your energy for.” 

Your eyes widened and you desperately tried to keep a poker face. You’d already had a slow, lazy session this morning that you would have been perfectly satisfied with. But you wouldn’t say no to a second round before bed. 

“Is it a puppy?” you asked, turning your head towards him and batting your eyelashes innocently. 

Jinyoung chuckled, his fingers trailing further up your bare thigh until they slipped under the hem of your dress. With his other hand, he tucked your hair behind your ear. 

“Hmm, no. Not a puppy. Better.” 

“Do I have to take the crown off?” you asked, taking your lower lip between your teeth. Jinyoung’s eyes darkened as he looked at you, eyes flicking up to the tiara on your head, then down to your lips. 

“No, I think it will be quite fitting if you keep it on,” he replied. You bit harder onto your lip as his hand traveled further up your dress, his pinky finger grazing against your lace covered core. 

The rest of dinner was, to put it simply, torture. You couldn’t keep your thoughts straight and you found it damn near impossible to focus on the conversations going on around you. Now that you knew what was waiting for you at home, your mind was clouded with desire for the man sitting next to you. 

As soon as you got into the passenger’s seat of Jinyoung’s car, you were practically leaping over the center console to kiss him. You hadn’t wanted to be too affectionate in front of your friends because you didn’t want to make them feel awkward. But you needed his touch, not just the teasing brush of his fingers against your underwear. 

“Wh-whoa, hold on,” Jinyoung said against your lips, gently pulling away from you. “I said your present was at home. Not here.”

You pouted as you sat back, your hands resting on each side of his neck. “Baby, I need you. I don’t want to wait until we get home.” 

Jinyoung shot you a cocky smile as he trailed his fingers down the side of your face, dragging his thumb across your plump, wet lips. “You have no idea how badly I want to drag you into the backseat of this car and fuck you senseless. But it’s your birthday, and I have something special for you at home. Can you be a good girl and wait until then?” 

The truthful answer was no, but you were curious about what kind of present he’d prepared for you. Maybe some expensive lingerie. He did like to see you all dolled up for him in red lace, you’d learned that much very early on in your relationship. 

“I’ll try,” you answered, deflating back against your seat. Jinyoung brought your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it, causing your pout to turn into a smile. 

“That’s my girl,” he said, as he started the ignition. 

It was a test of your patience as Jinyoung drove you home, and even more so once you arrived back at his apartment. It was beginning to feel like home to you too. You spent more nights in his bed than your own. 

You kept control of yourself, no matter how difficult it was, as Jinyoung led you up to his apartment. You simply held onto his hand, perhaps a bit tighter than usual. 

Once you were in the silent space of his apartment, you slipped your shoes off and stared up at Jinyoung, fingers still laced through his. 

“Follow me,” he said, before you had a chance to ask. 

Of course, you obeyed. You still felt light and affectionate from the alcohol, but you had a clear enough mind to know what you wanted. Though it had crossed the line from want to need, very quickly. 

On Jinyoung’s bed was a black box, not wrapped, but with a fancy black bow on the top. You looked at him curiously, eyebrows raised. He simply motioned for you to find out for yourself. 

So you walked to the bed, Jinyoung not far behind you, and picked up the sleek, inconspicuous box. As you slid the lid open, your eyebrows furrowed. 

Silk ties.

When you saw the blindfold next to it, you turned to face Jinyoung. He was staring down at you, hungry. But there was something else there as well—an uncertainty behind his eyes that you hadn’t seen before. 

“You… want to tie me up?” you asked, your heart pounding. 

It wasn’t completely new to your relationship. Though he had never used legitimate restraints on you, he was a fan of pinning your hands behind your back or above your head. 

But Jinyoung shook his head. “No, baby. You get to tie me up.” 

You couldn’t help the small gasp that fell from your lips. the simple words were enough to send warmth through your limbs, your mind already racing with the mental image of Jinyoung laid on your bed, fighting against the silk restraints. 

“Oh…” you said, looking down at the box and then up at him. “And you’re okay with it? Really?”

He was the more dominant one between the two of you, by a long shot. And you loved it. It balanced you out perfectly, since you were more comfortable to leave the metaphorical reins in his hands. But it could be fun to switch things up for once. 

“It might take some getting used to, but…” he trailed his hand down your waist, over the curve of your hip until he was toying with the bottom hem of your dress. “I want to make tonight all about you.”

A slow smile spread on your lips. Your sex life was not boring in any way, but you could feel yourself getting excited and hot at the idea of trying something new. 

Jinyoung leaned down to mold his lips into yours, slipping his other hand into your hair as he held you there, kissing you deeply. You moaned into his mouth at the feeling of his tongue slipping past your lips. 

He stole your breath away with his lips for another moment longer before he pulled away. “Tell me how you want me… princess,” he said with a smirk, glancing up at your tiara. 

You bit back a giggle, then chewed your lip as you thought about it. “On the bed, but… first, I want this off.” You tugged at his crisp white button down. 

Jinyoung got the hint, bringing his hands up to his own shirt to slowly undo the buttons. You could feel the heat of his eyes on you as each inch of his chest was exposed to you, your mouth beginning to water when he moved lower and you could see the hard ridges of his abs. 

Finally, he shrugged his shirt off and you were met with the gorgeous sight of his naked torso. You didn’t think you would ever get used to the sight of him, how toned and perfect he was. And he’d just eaten carbs, for fuck’s sake. 

“On the bed,” you breathed, squeezing your thighs together. 

Jinyoung licked his lips and nodded, backing up until he sat back on the bed. “Here?”

You shook your head, tipping your chin towards the pillows. “No, lay down. I’m gonna tie you up now.” Just the phrase was enough to send a pulse of heat between your legs. Perhaps you’d wanted this for longer than you even knew. 

Jinyoung, so far, was quite obedient. You had a feeling it wouldn’t last, though. 

Once he was on the bed, shirtless, you crawled onto the mattress, still holding the box of ties. You straddled Jinyoung’s lap, pleased to find that he was already hardening beneath his slacks. You took one of the ties, smooth and cold in your fingers, and reached for Jinyoung’s hand. Bringing it up to the headboard, you tied his wrist to the metal there, glancing down at his face once you’d finished. 

“Is that okay?” 

Jinyoung looked… overwhelmed, to say the least. He kept looking between your breasts practically spilling out of your dress, now hovering just above his face, to the way you were tying his wrist to the bed. 

“Baby?” You asked again, after he didn’t answer. 

His eyes snapped back to you and he nodded. “Yeah. Yes.” 

“Okay. I’m gonna tie the other one now.” 

You hovered over him again to repeat the process, trailing your fingertips down his arm once you’d secured him to the headboard. Scooting down his lap a bit, you admired your handiwork. 

The image in your imagination was nothing compared to the real thing in front of you now. 

Setting the box to the side, you let your hands roam your boyfriend’s body. Rarely did he allow you to stare at him and completely indulge in the sight of him like this. You knew it was driving him insane already, and you’d only just begun. 

He shivered as your fingertips trailed from the center of his chest down the line between his abdominal muscles. You watched with fascination as his muscles contracted and relaxed, reacting to your feathery touch. 

“God,” Jinyoung whispered, his eyes falling shut. You felt him straining against his pants, his hips bucking up ever so slightly. 

You just smiled to yourself, your fingers continuing downward until they were trailing over the v-line curve of his hips. Unable to help yourself, you leaned down, pressing a wet kiss into his chest and nipping at his skin. Jinyoung exhaled and you heard the squeak of the headboard as he tugged at the silk. 

“Mm,” you hummed as you pulled away. “Baby, you’re going to have to control yourself. I’m only just getting started.” 

“Fuck, I-“ Jinyoung groaned, taking in a deep breath through his nose and out his mouth. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” you replied innocently. “But I think I’m going to need this,” you said, reaching into the box to the side of your bodies and grabbing the blindfold. 

Jinyoung’s eyes opened at your statement and immediately filled with anxiety. “No, fuck. Please don’t.” 

“Why not?” You asked, testing the feel of the blindfold in your fingers. It was black silk, like the ties, with elastic to go around Jinyoung’s head comfortably. 

Licking his lips, he shook his head. “I can’t. I need to see you,” he said, all while you reached forward and slipped the blindfold over his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, baby. But I need to teach you how to be good.” 

Every muscle in Jinyoung’s body looked tense from the combination of the loss of control and the loss of one of his senses. You, on the other hand, were greedy for more. 

“I love seeing you like this,” you told him as your hands resumed their journey along his body. One hand felt along the hard muscles of his chest while you trailed a finger down the curve of his jawline. “Powerless. Hard. Obedient.” 

Jinyoung whimpered. 

A sound you’d never heard before. It was foreign to your ears but you would now make it your personal goal to draw the noise out of him as much as you could tonight. 

“Stop pouting. I’m just turning the tables, right baby? All those times you had me under you, a slave to your every order.” You leaned down, brushing your lips against his earlobe. “Now you can see what it’s like.”

“Baby, I-“ Jinyoung breathed. “I need to see you.”

Although it was pointless, he was blindfolded, you shook your head. 

“Mm, not yet. I’m enjoying this,” you told him honestly. “But you can make it up to me.”

“How?” he asked without hesitation, eager to gain at least a shred of control. 

With a slight adjustment of your lower body, you maneuvered yourself until you were straddling his thigh. The thick, firm muscle pressed between your legs, your arousal already pooling in your underwear. 

“Let me use you. But you can’t move. I’ll get the other set of ties for your ankles if I have to,” you warned. 

“Shit,” Jinyoung sighed, and you wished you could have seen his eyes. It would be absolute torture for him and you knew it. “Okay. I won’t move.”

When you were sure he wasn’t moving a single muscle, you planted your hands on Jinyoung’s hips and began to rock your core against his thigh. You inhaled sharply, surprised at how good it felt already. 

“Oh,” you moaned as your eyes fell shut. “You feel so good. I think I’m already wet.”

“Fuck. I wish I could see you,” Jinyoung told you, just as he tensed his thigh muscle. 

You tipped your head back as you found your rhythm, keeping one hand on Jinyoung while the other trailed down your own neck, one fingertip tracing along the neckline of your dress. 

“Jinyoung,” you whispered, hips grinding deeper into him. “Do that again. Tense your- oh,” your words were cut off as Jinyoung immediately obeyed. 

“That’s it baby, ride my thigh. Shit,” he whispered, and you opened your eyes to find his jaw clenched and both of his hands curled into fists. “I bet you’re so wet right now. Just wanna taste you.”

His words spurred you on as you ground into his thigh with a quicker pace, the sight of him completely powerless in front of you just turning you on even more. 

Your hand groped your own breast over the fabric of your dress as shameless moans fell from your lips. With your other hand, you slipped your palm to cup his bulge, as hard as you’d ever felt it. 

“You’re hard as a rock, Jinyoung. Oh god.” Your eyes fell shut again as you squeezed him through his pants, which only made Jinyoung groan and buck his hips. 

The movement made you gasp as the ridge of his thigh bumped into your clit. You felt the telltale warmth spreading through your body as your rhythm became desperate, uncontrolled. 

“I’m gonna-“ you began, your heart pounding in your ears and your breath catching in your throat. “Gonna come, oh fuck, Jinyoung.”

The headboard squeaked and you were sure if you opened your eyes you’d see your boyfriend fighting against the ties, his only desire to touch your body. 

“Ah, shit, baby. I can feel you soaking through your underwear onto my thigh. Please. Come for me,” he said, his voice strained. 

You threw your head back as you came, your orgasm crashing into you in hot, electrifying waves. You cried out, almost a sob as you rocked your clit into Jinyoung’s leg. Your body twitched and you had to slam both your hands down onto his stomach, curling your nails into his skin to keep yourself steady. 

As you came down from your high, your chest heaving and your hips slowing to a halt, you finally opened your eyes to look down at Jinyoung. His neck and chest both glistened with sweat from the effort of holding himself still, of not ripping his hands out of these god forsaken restraints to grab you. 

“Thank you,” you told him sweetly once you fully returned to earth. “You were so good for me. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” 

Jinyoung nodded eagerly. 

When you finally reached forward to slip the blindfold off of his eyes, you were met with an almost animalistic look on his face. His eyes were wild, filled with desperation and lust. He looked tortured, like he’d just been through some sort of battle. 

But you were only just getting started. He was in for quite a ride. 

“Baby…” he whispered. 

“You’re so good to me, Jinyoung. Letting me fuck myself on your thigh while you just lay there and take it.” 

Jinyoung swallowed thickly, his eyes roaming all over your body from your collarbone, shiny with sweat, down to the tops of your thighs, spread out still straddling his leg. Your dress had ridden up, treating him with the sight of your pretty lace panties, a dark patch of wetness right where your center met his thigh. 

“Please,” he breathed, trailing his eyes back up to your face. “Please untie me. I want to touch you.” 

You smiled down at him and shook your head, running your hands from his stomach up to his chest. “Oh, no. I can’t do that. We’re just getting started.” 

There was a storm of emotions on Jinyoung’s face. You knew him enough to identify each and every one of them - he was frustrated, turned on, and a little bit anxious. It reminded you of all the times he’d been the one in control and you were unable to lift a finger unless he said it was okay. You knew exactly how he felt. 

“I’m gonna make you feel good, baby. Don’t worry,” you told him in a soothing voice. He didn’t look comforted in the slightest. He tugged at the ties once more, letting out a frustrated huff. 

“I want-” He flexed his fingers, his eyes glued to yours. “I want to make you feel good. With my hands. My mouth.” 

Even in this position, where you’d hardly touched him, he was focused on your pleasure. It was actually quite sweet. In a general sense, he always cared so much more about your happiness than his own. It showed just how much you meant to him that he was willing to sacrifice and give up his power just to please you. 

You bent down to kiss Jinyoung delicately, your mouths molding together perfectly as they had a thousand, perhaps a million times by now. The way you kissed him contrasted with the less than innocent position you were in, but you were overwhelmed with the need to make sure he knew how much you loved him. 

When you pulled away, you leaned your forehead against Jinyoung’s. “You always make me feel good,” you whispered, trailing your hands from where they rested on his chest down his torso until they stopped at his belt. “Now it’s my turn.” 

Jinyoung simply watched as you sat up to undo his belt, then the button and zipper to his pants before you began tugging them down his legs. You pushed his pants off the bed once they were removed, leaving him in his underwear. The fabric stretched over his crotch, revealing just how hard and large he’d grown. 

You placed your hand over his erection, a smug smile on your face. Hard, pulsing, and leaking quite a bit of precum onto his briefs. And he was all yours. 

Jinyoung inhaled sharply as you began massaging your palm against him, feeling him grow even harder beneath your touch. “Oh, god.” 

After another moment of torture, basking in the way Jinyoung’s eyes fluttered closed and the quiet noises he made for you, you slipped your fingers beneath the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down. You licked your lips as soon as he was naked, hard cock resting against his stomach. 

Without another word, you leaned forward, lips pressing into the taut skin of his stomach. Then you started nipping, sucking at his flesh with the goal to mark him as yours. With each blemish from your lips, Jinyoung took a shuddering, tormented breath.

Your lips traveled down to his hips, leaving wet kisses and hickeys along his skin. All you wanted was for him to look in the mirror and see the marks you’d left and think of the bliss you’d brought him. 

By the time you’d reached his cock, he was hard as you’d ever felt him. You sat up straight now, wrapping your hand around the shaft. Jinyoung whispered your name, his eyes opening to watch you. 

“All mine,” you breathed, staring down at his erection in your hand with adoration. No matter how many times you’d had it inside of you, you still felt hot every time you got him in your hands. 

Jinyoung gulped and you lifted your eyes to his face. You had to admit, you were impressed with how well he was controlling himself. The ties weren’t so strong that he wouldn’t have been able to yank his hands free if he felt like it. 

“Y-yours, all yours, I swear to god,” he rushed out. 

“Are you ready for your reward?” you asked, maneuvering until you were settled on your knees between his legs. You dipped your head down, stopping just before the head of his cock touched your lips. 

Hardly a second passed. “Yes.”

Pleased, you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to lave at the head for a moment. He was completely at your mercy, and the thought made you want to drag it out as long as possible. 

You relished in the salty taste of him, your mouth working at him tenderly as you took more and more of him into the wetness of your mouth. Jinyoung remained the only man to make you love giving head, to the point that you’d begged for it in your more desperate moments.

“Fuck, angel,” Jinyoung moaned, and the only thing that could have made it better was the feeling of his fingers in your hair. You loved when he gripped onto the strands until your scalp burned. 

You closed your eyes as you began bobbing your head, an in-and-out motion that stretched your jaw and made Jinyoung jerk his hips up towards your face. You coughed as his cock hit the back of your throat, only caught off guard for a moment before you recovered. 

“Oh, god that’s good,” he told you, his voice tight. “Love your mouth. You’re so fucking good to me.” 

You pulled off of him and stared up at him as you opened your mouth wide, flattening your tongue to lick a long strip up the underside, hard veins pulsing against the wet muscle. 

Jinyoung never lasted as long in your mouth as he did inside of you, so it was no surprise that he was starting to show signs of approaching his climax. You wanted to drag this out as long as possible, not quite ready to give up the upper hand quite yet. 

You made a show of sucking at the head, closing your eyes and moaning, knowing the vibrations would drive him wild. Then you pulled off with an audible pop, Jinyoung’s hips chasing the warmth of your mouth as you did. 

“Jesus fucking-” he ground out, jaw clenched. “Please untie me. Please.” 

Wiping at your lips with the back of your hand, you shook your head. “Not yet. I’m having so much fun,” you told him with a wide smile. 

“I could make you feel so good,” he told you, his tongue running over his lower lip.

“Mm,” you considered, wrapping your hands around his shaft again and stroking lazily. “What would you do for me, baby?” 

“Anything,” Jinyoung answered quickly. “I’d eat you out until my jaw was numb if that’s what you wanted.” 

“What else?” you asked. 

“Fuck, I-I don’t know, anything.” 

It was an automatic response when your hand came down to slap his thigh. Jinyoung gasped, staring at you with wide eyes. Now he knew how you felt. And it appeared that he enjoyed it, judging by the way he bucked up into your hands.

“Tell me. I wanna know what you’d do to me right now, if I untied you.” 

He wet his lips, eyes flicking down to the way you stroked his cock up to your face again. “I… I’d spread you out, bury my face into your pussy and lick your clit until you were begging for me.” 

It was a scenario you’d found yourself in many times, but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel yourself growing wet at the thought. 

“It won’t take long, you’re so good with that mouth of yours. Always have me screaming for you,” you said, thumb swiping over the head of his cock. “You wanna make me come with just your tongue?” 

“Shit, babe, I’ll make you come with my tongue, then I’ll finger you until you’re dripping onto the sheets.” 

You pressed your thighs together for some friction, swallowing down a moan. It was tempting, you had to admit. There wasn’t much in the world you wouldn’t do to have Jinyoung between your thighs, spreading you with his thick fingers while you arched and writhed for him. 

“More,” you told him, switching to a one handed grasp on his cock while the other slipped between your own legs.

Jinyoung watched you with an intensity that only further encouraged you as you slid your hand into your panties, lifting up onto your knees for easier access. 

“Once you’re right on the edge, I’ll stop. Then I’ll bend you over, fuck you so deep while you’re crying out for me.” 

He painted a vivid picture in your head as you closed your eyes, focusing on the way your fingers rubbed your clit and stroked him with the same rhythm. You moaned, rolling your hips into the pressure. 

“That’s right baby, bet you’re so wet right now. Keep going, wanna see you come again.” 

You whimpered as you quickened your pace, both hands working to bring the two of you closer and closer to the edge. 

“Come for me, angel, come on.” 

Your eyes opened as he spoke, the words bringing you back to the present. Tearing your hand out of your underwear, you panted as you took your hand off his cock as well. Jinyoung whined for you, yet another sound you’d never heard from him. 

You clicked your tongue. “No, baby. You don’t get to tell me what to do tonight. Remember? It’s all about me.” 

“Fu-fuck, I’m sorry,” Jinyoung sputtered, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple.

He was close to his breaking point. You could see it in his eyes, the way those pupils were blown out, it even looked like they’d become glassy. While it was exhilarating to see a new side of Jinyoung, you knew he had limits. 

“It’s okay, baby. Lucky for you, the only thing I want right now is your cock inside of me,” you said.

With Jinyoung’s fiery gaze on you, you sat back and removed your soaked panties, tossing them off the bed. Just as you moved to climb back on top of him, Jinyoung stopped you. 

“Take off your dress. Please. Wanna see your pretty body.” 

No matter how many times he complimented you, you still blushed whenever sweet words fell from his lips. You licked your lips, twisting your arms around your back to unzip your dress, then lifted it up and over your hair. 

“God. Look at you, so fucking beautiful.” 

You dipped down to kiss him, needing just for a moment to show your affection towards him. After all, he was the man you were head over heels, ass backwards, out of your mind in love with. And you liked to remind him every chance you got. 

Forehead pressed against his, you maneuvered yourself over his hips until you felt the head of him nudging at your clit. You let him stay like that for just a moment to drag it out until you felt Jinyoung shift his hips uncomfortably. 

“Please,” he whispered once more, this time against your lips. 

With a feathery light kiss, you lifted your hips to hover over him, then let him fill you up on the way down. You sighed, finally satisfied. He was stiff inside of you after all of the build up and teasing and your walls were slick from your previous orgasm. 

“Fuck me,” you told him, keeping your hips steady as you pulled off of him until just the tip was inside. 

Jinyoung was quick to obey, planting his feet on the mattress as he thrusted up inside of you, not even giving you a warning. You gasped and gripped onto his shoulders, letting him fuck inside of you as hard as he wanted. He deserved it. 

His movements were wild, not particularly gentle or controlled. He was loud, moaning and grunting each time he bottomed out. He was muttering filthy phrases against your mouth through gritted teeth. 

“So tight. All mine, this is mine,” he said, nipping at your lip harshly. “Gonna fuck you til you’re crying once you untie me.” 

You mewled for him as he took his frustration out on you, the obscene sound of his skin slapping yours filling the room. In your haze, you didn’t need to think twice before you sat up, reaching for his wrist to untie the knot holding his arm there. 

As soon as one hand was freed, he was grabbing your hair in his fist, nearly knocking your tiara off of your head. But you couldn’t have given less of a shit, all you cared about was letting him pound you into next week. 

You struggled with the tie on his other hand and almost did cry in defeat before finally, the knot came free. It was only a split second before Jinyoung was wrapping his arms around your waist, tipping you over to lay underneath of him. 

How long had he been waiting to do that?

“Ready, princess?” he asked as he stilled, balls deep inside of you. 

“Please,” you breathed. It was shocking how quick the tables had turned - just a minute ago, you were greedy with power, loving the way you had control over his every move. Now, all you wanted was for him to destroy you and remind you who was in charge. 

One hand held your hip, pinning you down into the mattress as he began a brutal, bruising pace inside of you. His other hand came up to your throat, a gentle, but commanding grip that just let you know what he could do, if you asked. 

His name fell from your lips, almost intelligible, as you spread your legs for him, eyes squeezing shut. Your climax was quick approaching like a freight train, and you couldn’t find the words to warn him. He knew your body well enough now to identify the pulsing squeeze of your walls around him. 

“Do it,” he told you as your mouth opened and closed again, his name the only word you could get out. 

He didn’t let up, if anything he moved faster, harder. You were both panting now, sweat dripping down your necks and pooling in the spaces your bodies met. The tension built inside of you, beginning in your limbs as it always did before it spread to your belly. 

With a gasping breath, you felt the tension snap. Your toes curled and your nails dug into his back, no doubt leaving shining red marks in their wake. Your whole body felt numb and on fire at the same time. It was the loudest, most powerful orgasm you’d had in a while. 

When you came down, Jinyoung was still pounding inside of you, but he let go of your throat and instead was holding himself above you, his lips next to your ear. 

“So good,” he whispered, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin below your ear. “You thought you could be the boss, hm? It might have been fun while it lasted, but I can’t wait to make you pay.”

His last three words were punctuated with forceful thrusts, already building you up to another orgasm. You weren’t sure if he could get you there before he came, but you knew the night was far from over. 

“Baby,” you whimpered, twisting your hands up into his hair. “Want your cum. Wanna feel it inside me.” 

You knew it would be enough to send him there, to get him to empty inside of you, and you closed your eyes as he finally filled you up. A feeling you’d felt more times than you could count, yet you lived for it every time.

The rhythm of his hips faltered ever so slightly, and it felt like his climax was never ending. You’d teased him before, but never like this. There must have been something about it, about leaving the reins in your hands, that really did something for him. 

Jinyoung buried his head into your neck, overwhelmed with the sensation of finally coming after having to hold back for so long. You kissed the skin you could reach with your lips - his neck, his shoulder, the curve of his jaw. 

“I love you,” you told him softly, trailing your fingertips down the back of his neck. 

With a kiss to your collarbone, he pulled away and stared down at you. He looked spent, absolutely drained, but Jinyoung’s stamina was not one to be tested. He’d be ready to go for another round within five minutes, tops. 

“I love you,” he repeated, placing a kiss to your forehead. “Happy birthday.”

You laughed, your hands falling from his hair to cover your face. “Oh, god. I just remembered I slapped you - I can’t believe I did that.” 

Jinyoung chuckled and you felt his lips pressing into the backs of your hands. “Yeah, and I can’t believe I liked it.”

Your laughs turned into giggles as Jinyoung flopped next to you, splaying his arm over his eyes in embarrassment. You curled into him, leaning your chin into his chest. 

“It’s okay, baby. We can work our way up to spanking, if you wanna try something new.” 

Then Jinyoung was poking your side, simultaneously pulling you into him and tickling your hips. “Oh, you think you’re funny. Just you wait until I get my energy back.” 

You attempted to wriggle away from him as he blew a raspberry into your chest, letting out a squeal. “It’s okay, Jinyoung! For your birthday, I’m gonna get you a paddle and we can do this all over again!” 

Of course, Jinyoung made good on his word. It only took him a few more minutes of your taunting before he was flipping you over onto your stomach and tying your wrists together to the headboard. He made you pay for your teasing, over and over - with the tiara on. And you loved every second of it. 

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request:  It’s the the first time I send a request so I hope I’m doing it right 🥺 can I request a kirishima x reader one-shot with the reader being the traitor and during a fight with the LOV she betrays her classmates and her boyfriend and they found everything out. Possibly angst ofc and you can choose if end it with angst or not, as you prefer. Please I love your blog 🥰

hi anon! So I really loved this idea, and I kinda took it in a different direction, hope thats alright! <3

Kirishima x reader

Genre: Angst, PG

Word Count: 2.6k 

Warnings: none!

Prompt:  #3, “you cant tell me you dont feel the same way” from @bnhabookclub​ Provisional Licensing Exam event

Summary: You have been recruited by Shigaraki to spy on UA as a student. You mistakenly fall in love with Eijirou Kirishima during your time there, dating him for almost 6 months. But now Shigaraki needs you back, and in order to keep Kirishima safe, you have to break his heart

You let out a deep sigh, your chest feeling heavy and full of despair.

You didn't want to do this- you didn't want to hurt him, or let him go.

But to keep him safe- you had to do it.

Shigaraki had revealed the night before that his new plan was complete, and that your spying operation at UA was no longer needed. You had been recruited by Shigaraki at a young age to pose as a student attending UA High, your powerful quirk allowing you to get into the famous Class 1-A. For the last few months you had been pretending to be a hero-in-training, befriending every member in the class in order to win their trust. It was tiring work, trying to study on your own as well as memorize each student's strengths and weaknesses for Shigaraki to use. But by being so friendly with them, you began to realize you actually liked some of the students, making it difficult to hate them as much as you used to. They were so carefree and hopeful about the future, not realizing how cold the real world was like you did. You surprised yourself by loving every moment you were with 1-A, especially with your boyfriend, Eijirou Kirishima. It was hard to stay away from him- he was so bright and charismatic, his smile able to be seen from a mile away. His warmth was so intoxicating, lighting up your life in love and affection. He was the sweetest boy you had ever met, and quite handsome as well, sealing the deal for the massive crush you had grown to have on him. You felt guilty for dating him, knowing that a large portion of your life was hidden from him. It was a frigid lie that had once tried to hold you back from crushing on Kirishima, yet his brilliant warmth melted it away. He unknowingly helped you feel safe, to momentarily believe the world wasn't so bad after all.

Even though you had grown to love the redhead and his bright personality as you spied on Class 1-A, you knew the consequences that one day you would have to leave, yet you followed your heart anyway.

But now the dreaded day had come- Shigaraki needed you to disappear from this new life you had learned to love. He had received all the information he needed from your snooping around, and it was time for you to leave.

Guilt flooded your body, drowning your lungs and heart in regret and misery by the news: you should never have dated poor Kirishima in the first place. You knew it would break his heart once he knew your time together would end, but it had to be done: if Shigaraki ever knew a student from 1-A was romantically in love with you, he wouldn't hesitate to use Kirishima against you as bait to keep you wrapped around his clammy finger. You wouldn't allow Kirishima to get hurt over you, not on your watch.

The only way to ensure you could slip away without worrying about Kirishima was to make him forget about you. That was a close to impossible task, so that idea you scratched out from your mind. You only had two options left: tell him the truth or break his heart.

If you told him the truth, you would have to admit that you were a villain, and most likely would break his heart from the pain away. It would mean revealing your whole life and reason to be a "hero" was a complete and utter lie, most likely destroying the boy in the process. But you already knew Kirishima like the back your hand, and could guess his actions in an instant. He would most likely try to help you, attempt to fix your ways and tell you could leave: but you knew better. You were too involved with the LOV to ever leave and live an everyday life. They would hunt you down if you so much as even admitted to wanting to leave.

You decided the best course of action was to tell Kirishima you were over and down with your relationship- it killed you to even think of speaking such lies, but you didn't want to see him getting hurt. The boy would be heartbroken, yes, but after a while, he'd get over it. His friends were so supportive, so he was sure to have many people consoling him out of his blues. He would forget about you one day and find someone else, someone who wouldn't lie and hurt him. It hurt you to admit it, but this was the best plan you could think of to keep him completely safe.

You were going to miss Kiri and his strong embraces, though, as they were only things that made you feel safe and protected. He was so bright, cheerful, and kind, and it was hard not to resist those warm emotions when your world felt so cold and menacing. But the only way to keep the light inside Kirishima bright was to cut ties with him permanently- you had to break his heart.

Kirishima bounded into the common room cheerfully from his normal workout routine, a warm towel wrapped around his shoulders as he greeted some of his friends. His eyes fell on you, and his heart soared- you looked so pretty sitting there, the setting sun making strands of your hair sparkle like spun gold. His smile grew wider, his perfect teeth sparkling- how was he so lucky to land such an amazing girl like you? His strong arms wrapped around your body from behind the couch, his skin radiating heat as he rubbed his cheek against your hair. "Hey princess, how are you?" he mumbled your pet name into your ear, making your heart churn painfully- this would be the last time he'd hold you like this, the last time he'd speak so softly and sweetly to you. You sighed sadly, meekly wrapping a hand around his skin. 'Hey Kiri," you replied numbly, your voice depressed. You rose from the couch, your legs feeling heavy like lead as you wrapped your arms around your body- why did it feel so cold? Kirishima's smile faded slightly- you didn't sound at all happy. You usually greeted him so adorably, always giving him a big hug or a peck on his cheek. Now you seemed defeated, your hands wrapped around your body as if to protect yourself from something. "Hey, whats going on? You alright- is something bothering you?" he asked sweetly, clueless to why you were feeling this way as he closed the gap between you. He placed his calloused palm on the small of your back, reassuringly, his thumb rubbing against the fabric of your shirt. You swallowed hesitantly, your eyes unable to look into his- it felt too painful to look at him, his innocence to the whole situation making you feel so conflicted and guilty. "We need to talk," you forced yourself to say, his face instantly masked in worry. "Uh-uh sure!" he replied quickly, his speech a little flustered as he tried to seem unbothered, "do you want to talk in my room or yours?" "Let's go in mine," You quickly began walking to your room, Kirishima's footsteps following close behind. He was perplexed and worried- you seemed like something was really bothering you, your voice free of any brightness and joy like it usually was.

You felt like each step to your room made your heart fall heavier and heavier, opening up your room door slowly and letting him enter your room. He flipped on the lights, illuminating the space as you closed the door- even though you'd be long gone by the morning, you felt you at least owed Kirishima some privacy by having the door closed. It made the room feel so much smaller now that Kirishima's aura took over the room. Guilt and shame were eating up at you as you remembered all the hangout sessions and study dates you had in this room, hating how worried and compassionate he looked towards you. "What did you want to talk about? Is it something I did or do? I'm really sorry if I hurt you some way," he was already thinking it was his fault, making you cringe in internal pain- god why was he so sweet? It was you, it was your own personal issues, not him.   "No Kiri, no!" you frantically reassured him, your hands going out in front of you in protest. "Its not you, its- its just," "You can tell me anything, you know that right?" he affirmed sweetly, his eyes soft with concern. You nodded your head numbly, your mouth feeling dry like sandpaper. Kirishima walked close to your body, placing his palms around  your elbows, your arms full of tension as he tried to melt it away with his touch. He was looking down at you with so much worry, so much adoration and love, it made your stomach turn painfully. Why did this have to be so hard-it was so agonizing, like pulling off a bandage slowly and painfully. You just needed to get it done, to rip off the metaphorical bandage as quickly as possible- the longer you wait, the longer the stinging and the pain will be for the both of you. "Then tell me whats wrong," he instructed softly, still utterly oblivious to the whole situation. You swallowed thickly, your voice and throat feeling hoarse and tight. It was now or never. "Kiri, I- we need to break up."

Kirishima froze, his heart stopping in his chest. He didn't hear you correctly, right? Maybe he heard you wrong? There was no way you wanted to break up with him, no way at all- "I-Im sorry, I just-I just don't love you," You hated how these words were coming out of your mouth, these lies that were obviously ripping you and Kirishima apart from the inside. You watched his expression turn from worry to agony, his eyes wide with shock. It hurt too much to see him look so frozen, as if your words had caused him to shut down. His hands were still on your body, the air changing so suddenly- it was stuffy, stale, and uncomfortable. And it was your fault. You shimmied out of his embrace, turning around so you wouldn't be forced to face him. The guilt was eating at you- you couldn't bear to look at him look so defeated when you knew you had caused it. Your abrupt movement seemed to wake him up out of his heartbroken daze, his hands instantly grasping for you, spinning you around quickly. You breathed hitched painfully in your throat- you had never seen him look so defeated, so desperate. His palms were wrapped around your shoulders tightly, almost painfully, making it practically impossible to escape his hold on you. "y/n, please, please just tell me what's wrong," his voice was wavering, his eyes already gleaming with tears, "I-I know this isn't you, if I did something, y/n, I'll fix it, I promise! I can't lose you, please, please dont do this-" he was practically begging "Kiri, I-I, I cant," your voice was becoming weaker from the stress of trying to hold back a sob, "I-I never loved you." "Y/n, no, I cant accept that," tears were gliding against his cheeks, his voice full of passion, "you cant tell me you dont feel the same way." "I-I love you so, so much, you have no idea," he looked down at you with his wide, puppy-like eyes, begging you to change your mind with his words. "Your all I think about- when I wake up, when I fall asleep, everything I see reminds me of you. You make me so happy, the way you smile, your laugh, your hugs- I-I cant live without those things y/n. I cant live without you. When I asked you out that day, I was so nervous- I had been planning for weeks before, and when you agreed to go out, you made me the happiest man alive." Tears were falling down your cheeks now, your heart screaming in agony. You wanted to tell him that's how you felt as well- Kirishima was your whole entire life, enveloping your every waking moment in his wonderfully bright aura. He was your light, your sun, your anchor in the crazy mess of the galaxy of your life. There was no love and no warmth until Kirishima came around. But now you needed to keep him safe- you had to sacrifice your happiness with each other in order to keep him out of harm's way. "Kiri, I only dated you because I felt pity," you lied straight through your teeth, wishing you could melt into the wall seeing Kirishima's face break. "I was too afraid to say no," His heart couldn't take anymore clearly, his face conflicted with so many emotions you couldn't differentiate between any of them. You felt like this was the most ultimate betrayal to the boy, making him think his love he had with you was all a lie. It wasn't, and you wished you could just tell him the truth, but you knew that would be worse. He'd never allow you to leave- you had to, to protect yourself and him. You put yourself in a crappy situation- you wouldn't drag him along with you. "So-it-it was all fake?" He asked, his voice quiet and terrified. He didn't want to hear the answer he knew would spill out of your mouth. "Yes," The room was deadly quiet, Kirishima completely dumb founded-all the times you hugged him, made him feel accepted in your life, laughed at his jokes, kissed him, made him smile, made him happy-was all a lie? A cruel joke in order to spare his feelings? He felt like such an idiot-he should have known this was too good to be true. He felt deep down he wasn't good enough for you, strong enough, smart enough, manly enough. This was just confirming that fear by 10 fold. You were sniffling, watching the love you had for the boy only grow out of misery, while his love for you was diminishing. "Y-n, I-"he was so confused, his hands running through his hair in anguish. "Why?!? Why did you-you were my first everything! You are everything to me! I can't believe you, there's gotta be another reason-I love you, you love me!" You were so quiet, your shoulders shaking in misery and guilt as tear after salty tear fell against your cheek. Your silence was painful, confirming what he feared with each passing second, your averted eyes hiding the actual truth "You love me, right?" You were too afraid to speak, knowing what you had to say to break him from you-but you couldn't. The lie of saying you didn't love him was eating up your insides, clogging your lungs and your throat to the point you felt you couldn't speak. You couldn't tell him you didn't love him-it was too painful. You already lied to him enough. "I'm sorry," you whispered, looking at him with reddened eyes. What he thought you were sorry for was your lack of care for him, the lies you had told him for the past 6 months, and it burnt his insides in a gut wrenching flame, the fire licking and eating his insides in agony.  He had to leave-he couldn't take this anymore, his body walking right past you and opening the door quickly to get fresh air. You were now sobbing, broken gasps crying out his name as he shut the door behind you, closing his heart off from ever accepting you again. You were sorry that you were in love with him, and by being in love with him, you had broken him.

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not moving on, not looking back // ch. 9

A/N: FINALLY GOT ANOTHER CHAPTER UP AHHAHAHAAAA i hope you guys like this!!

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“David! I’m getting a divorce!”

That is decidedly not what David had expected to hear at 7:45 on a Thursday morning, but at least Katherine seems happy about it. It takes a few moments for him to fully process the gravity of the situation, but David is quick to adapt, raising a brow and staring at her with a confused smile. “Uh- huh, that… Wow? Good? Oh no? How- How do I respond to that?”

“Good! It’s good!” Katherine squeals as she sits down, on top of one of the spare desks stored in David’s room. She already looks different, more carefree; she’s wearing her hair up, has on bolder makeup than usual, and is wearing a pair of fitted slacks, heels, a blush colored blouse and a blazer rather than her typical dress. “I’m checking in at the motel for a while until I can find myself somewhere to stay, but we talked it out and he agreed with me and everything is fine, so, yeah! Last night was the last time we’re ever going to sleep together, so it was a special occasion and I’m a little hungover, but don’t tell anyone,” Katherine chirps quickly, looking at David with a wide grin.

That is a lot to take in. He looks at her as he leans back against his desk, crossing his arms in front of him. “I’m sorry, did you say you slept with Jack after agreeing to divorce? Like, slept in the same bed?”

“Nope. We fucked.”

“I-- Wow, okay. Kath, that’s not a mental picture I needed to see.”

“Unless you think about Jack alone, right?”

David nods before he can stop himself. As soon as he does so, his eyes widen and he immediately shakes his head, staring at Katherine as his jaw drops. “Wait, no! No, no, I don’t-- What? No, that isn’t-- I’m not-- No!”

Katherine doesn’t look convinced.

David hesitates for a moment before giving in and sighing, hiding his face in his hands. “Look, Kath, I am so sorry… It’s just- It’s a stupid little crush. Nothing substantial, and nothing happened, I promise. He doesn't even know, and--"

“Wait, you think I’m upset?” She asks with an amused tone. “David, this is the best thing that’s ever happened to us! I think you two would be really good for each other.”

“Shouldn’t you be the one to know that your husband is straight?” David asks with a raised brow, then blinks. “Unless-- No, no, I don’t want to hear any more. If something is going to happen, then I want to hear it from him first. I don’t want to speculate.” He runs a hand through his hair and sighs, then looks at Katherine. “What… What are you trying to say?”

“I’m trying to say that this is something I give you permission to pursue. Not that you need it, of course; you’re a grown man. You can do what you want,” She says simply, before standing and taking a few strides toward David. “But if you like Jack, then I want you to go for it. I won’t mind. I don’t know how he’ll feel, I don't know if he'll feel the same way, but… it’s worth a shot.”

David looks down at her with a hesitant look, before giving a sharp nod. “Noted. Thank you… I just-- If and only if he feels the same. I... don’t want to be a rebound? I’ve been in that situation. It’s never, ever good for my mental health.”

“Then take things slow and see where it leads," Katherine says gently, then bites her lip. "But I’ve known Jack since sophomore year, Davey, and he isn’t the kind of guy to do something like that. I promise,” She murmurs  sincerely, gently squeezing David’s shoulder. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go do some paperwork.”

David watches as she walks toward the classroom door. He thinks for just a moment, and opens his mouth before he can stop himself. “Hey, Kat?”

“Hm?”

“Stay with me until you find a place,” David says simply, looking at her with a grin. “Don’t waste your money on a motel. I have a spare bedroom you can take, so… Stay with me. It’s the least I could do, since you’ve helped me so much these last few weeks. I-- My sister is coming into town this weekend, so I’ll be sleeping on the couch, but the spare room is yours.”

Katherine considers it, then smirks. “I hope you’re ready for all night Gossip Girl marathons.”

“As long as we throw a few episodes of Glee in, I’m down.”

“Trashy reality TV?”

“A must have, obviously. Sappy romcoms?”

“I have a whole box of DVDs,” Katherine grins, then gives David a wave and walks toward the door. “I’m staying with Hannah tonight- she's a friend of mine. Works with Jack," She explains with a broad sweep of her hand. "But I’ll see you tomorrow! Get ready for some Blake Lively action!” With that, she leaves the room, giggling down the hall.

David shakes his head as she walks away, letting out a content sigh. For once, he feels... Good. Excited. He’s looking forward to Katherine staying over, for as long as she needs to, of course. It would be good. He has… a friend.

That’s the first time it really hits him that he has a friend. Katherine and Jack are his friends, his real friends, and David is so glad to have them in his life.

But he needs to check up on Jack.

That afternoon, David says goodbye to Katherine in the office before heading outside the front doors. He walks down the sidewalk for a few moments, but stops in his tracks when he sees a familiar deep blue truck in the parking lot, and hears a familiar deep voice softly singing along to an old Johnny Cash song.

David grins to himself and walks toward the truck. His smile only grows wider when Jack notices him and rolls the driver’s side window down, waving. “Davey! Hi!”

David shakes his head, hurrying toward the truck. “What are you doing here, cowboy?”

“Well, ya see, I was gonna pick up my ex, but she told me she was workin’ late while I was already here, so I decided to stay and pick up the only adult I know who doesn’t own a car,” Jack says with a smirk, hanging one arm out of the window. He’s still in his professional "I'm A College Professor, Respect Me" clothes- navy slacks, a white button up with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, and a navy vest. He seems to have already taken off his tie, but he’s wearing glasses and oh, God, David is weak at the knees.

“See, I knew not owning a car would come in handy,” David teases back, leaning up against the door of the truck. “I am the responsible and economically-friendly adult who doesn’t own a truck that emits tons of carbon emissions into the atmosphere each year that you’re talking about, right?”

“That’s the gayest thing I’ve ever heard you say. Get in the truck before I leave you here, dumbass.”

“Yes, sir,” David replies with a chuckle, walking around the vehicle to climb in. He sighs as he sits down and leans back, buckling up as Jack pulls out of the parking spot. “Hey, so, I... I know that the whole Katherine thing didn’t work out. How’re you holding up?”

“I think I’m doin’ good,” Jack replies with a sigh, looking straight ahead at the road in front of them. “It’s… It’s a good thing. Right? I mean, it’s an amicable split. We aren’t fighting over the house, ‘cause it belonged to my family, and we already figured out who gets to keep what last night after... yeah. Plus, this’ll be good for… me. Give me the chance to, uh, figure some things out. Self exploration, that’s what Kath said.”

That sounds promising, but David refuses to get his hopes up. “Well, if you need anything, let me know. I'm here for you, Jackie,” David offers with a soft elbow nudge, grinning. “So, the house belongs to your family?”

“Belonged. Past tense. They’re all, uh, gone.”

“Oh, shit, I'm sorry. I didn't realize."

“No, hey, it’s chill. I kinda figured Kath would tell you about it, but I guess not,” Jack says with a shrug and a glance toward David, offering him a sad smile. “My mamá, her family owned it. They moved to America in the ‘30s. Stayed in Texas for a while, but they came up this way for work. My great grandfather worked here in Tarrytown, and actually helped build the house, plus a few others around town. There were some… family issues regarding ownership of the house, so it was sold to a different couple when I, uh… moved, but Kath and I bought it after we got out of college. It’s been renovated, but it’s a piece of history.”

“I figured that you were hispanic, but I didn’t want to assume,” David says softly. It feels really nice to learn a little bit more about Jack in such an intimate way. "That-- Sorry, I just... yeah. The house is really cool."

“Ya don't gotta be sorry for wonderin', Davey. I'm Mexican,” Jack clarifies with a grin. “If ya can’t tell by me bein’, y’know, brown. My great grandpa, Francisco- he and his wife, Dorotea, brought their three kids over. My abuela met my abuelo here in Tarrytown and had my ma. My mother’s maiden name was Maria Velásquez, but she married a guy named Daniel Kelly, so that’s where I come in,” Jack explains with a deep chuckle, shaking his head. His smile soon fades, though. “She passed when I was ten, and my dad… He’s gone. My adoptive mom lives in Connecticut now, too, so now it’s just… me.”

“Shit, Jack…” David bites his lip, looking over at him with a concerned expression. He rubs the back of his neck, gulping hard. “If it’s any consolation, I’m glad you were able to get the house. To, y’know, have something of your family. I'm sorry you had it so rough, though.”

“Thanks, Dave,” Jack says with a grin, then shrugs. “And don’t get all down on me now. It’s been eighteen years since that shit went down, so I’m good. Really,” He nods, and there are a few moments of silence that pass before Jack turns to look him in the eyes. “Hey, are you free for a little bit?”

David really should have said no. He really should have avoided being anywhere alone with Jack for a prolonged amount of time, because this was only going to end in heartbreak.

But, then again, David has been through worse.

“I’m all yours.”

[muertawrites]

Two Halves - Chapter Nine (Zuko x Reader)

Part Eight

Word Count: 3,200

Previously: The Dai Li staged an attack on the refugee district of Ba Sing Se, during which the Firelady killed an agent to stop him from assaulting a young girl. Her life was threatened by another agent, and after the attack, she and Zuko had an argument about her need for his protection, during which he admitted how much he cares for her. (and that’s what you missed on glee)

Warning: This chapter mentions details of violence and attempted assault. Reader discretion is advised. 

Author’s Note: Aaaand we’re back! I’m glad I took the week off last week; I’m feeling much better (which doesn’t mean much but) and am slowly getting back into the swing of writing regularly. Hopefully next week I’ll have a one shot to post, or at the very least, will get around to writing the second part of Lunar New Year. I’ve also got some *chef’s kiss* immaculate Sokka content going up on Monday (which may or may not already be available on my Patreon 👀). 

~ Muerta

Over the next few days, dozens of meetings are held. Despite relentless hours spent digging, Kuei’s intelligence agents can find no clear motive for the attack, other than to disrupt the peace that’s settled over Ba Sing Se since the end of the war. 

“It's perplexing,” Kuei tells you during one of these meetings. “The Dai Li have never been outwardly violent; their crimes are always kept very hushed as a way of keeping the city under their control. This type of attack is out of character for them.” 

“You're sure there wasn't a shift in leadership?” you attempt. “A change in tactics? A coup, even?” 

Kuei shakes his head, staring grave faced down at the scrolls before him. 

“No,” he affirms. “Even our informants within the Dai Li are confused by the choice to act so publicly.” 

Aang diverts his trip to the Northern Air Temple back to the city, and Suki comes from Kyoshi Island with a group of warriors to lend a hand, Sokka in tow; when they arrive at the palace, he forgoes any type of formal greeting to the Earth King in favor of capturing you in his arms, hugging you as though he intends to cave in your ribs. 

“Oh, thank the Spirits you're okay,” he gasps. “We’re moving to the Fire Nation and I’m never letting you out of my sight again.” 

“Sokka, please,” Suki chides, placing a hand on your shoulder. “She nearly beheaded a guy - she doesn't need you chaperoning her.” 

While Sokka fusses over your safety, refusing to be apart from you for more than an hour at a time (unless Zuko, Suki, or Aang are present), Suki and Aang jump right into giving you a bit of proper combat training - Suki gives you one of the signature fans of the Kyoshi Warriors, teaching you the basics of using it for defense, and Aang instructs you in chi blocking, showing you how a few swift jabs in precise places can incapacitate an enemy without injury. 

“I actually learned it from an old friend of Zuko’s,” Aang confesses as you train in the empty ballroom. “She outwitted us more than once when we were kids.” 

“Ty Lee is terrifying,” Zuko admits from where he sits propped against a pillar, sharpening one of his swords as he watches your lesson. “I'm glad my sister never had more influence on her.”

After your fight the night of the attack, Zuko takes a step back in his protectiveness of you. He no longer insists you be sheltered, instead allowing you to define your own limits of how chivalrous you need him to be; he seems more concerned over your mental health, inquiring multiple times a day about your feelings in the wake of nearly losing your life and taking another. You keep yourself together in public, refusing to show anything that could be used against you as weakness, but when alone with your friends - Zuko especially - you let your vulnerability slip, unable even in wearing a brave face to go about your days with the same shine you usually do. You wake Zuko more than once in the middle of the night due to a nightmare, which begins a ritual of you discussing things that make you happy before bed. He's just as bothered by the unrest as you are, a fact he doesn't hide from you. 

To the dismay of everyone in the palace, it isn't just your friends that arrive to help with damage control - the international affairs committee hears of your actions during the attack and drops everything, sending diplomats to participate in Kuei’s meetings. Luckily, it's Advisor Sung who shows up instead of Advisor Qiang, and you're thankful to have the more even-tempered man to oppose. 

“They're supposed to be on my side,” you remark to Kuei as you walk to one of the palace courtrooms together, on your way to a hearing about the raid - specifically, about the man you killed during it. “I feel like I shouldn't have to fight my own council while also trying to defend myself from everyone else.” 

“If it's any consolation, most people in the Earth Kingdom support you,” he responds, affectionately patting your arm. “Zuko has done a great deal to help us rebuild since the war, and they admire your bravery to act alongside him. Plus, I'm the king - I make the rules here, whether your advisors like it or not.” 

You grin lopsidedly at him, hooking your arm with his. 

“Run away with me, Kuei,” you teasingly propose. “Let’s build a house in the desert; you and Zuko can be my harem.” 

Kuei laughs and rests his hand over yours, bringing your knuckles to his lips in a friendly kiss. 

“We need your good trouble here, my dear,” he tells you. “I also am not keen on the idea of being a concubine - your husband looked quite ready to execute me when we danced together, and I prefer to be on his good side.” 

Inside the courtroom, a group of Kuei’s legal and affairs advisors gather beside Advisor Sung and his aides, all of them speaking in hushed tones. Toph and Zuko sit together to one side of the room with a few members of Kuei’s guard, having been gathered as witnesses. A young girl sits alone a few feet away from them, flanked by an older couple who each have an arm around her; you recognize her as the girl you saved the day of the raid. 

“Your Majesty,” the presiding judge announces upon your arrival, bowing low as his fellows follow suit. “Shall we begin the hearing with your statement?” 

“Yes, I believe we shall,” Kuei replies. He takes his place at the head of the room while you lower yourself beside Zuko; your husband silently tucks his hand into yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“Please describe the events of the Dai Li raid,” the judge states; beside him, a scribe scribbles shorthand on a blank scroll. “Specifically, your part in it and what you witnessed the Firelady do during it.” 

“Dai Li agents were looting businesses and attacking civilians,” Kuei describes. “Firelord Zuko and Toph Beifong set to subduing the delegates of the raid while the Firelady and I rode through the district to incapacitate as many agents as we possibly could.” 

“Did you discuss beforehand whether or not you intended to inflict serious harm on the attackers?” the judge asks, politely raising a hand to pause the king. 

“No,” Kuei answers. “The situation was urgent and there was no time.” 

“Were you armed?” 

“I was not - the Firelady used a katana in its sheath as a means of rendering any attackers we encountered immobile.” 

“Did you ever see the Firelady unsheathe the katana or use its blade?” 

“Only once.” 

“Please describe the incident.” 

Kuei clears his throat, purposely keeping his gaze fixed on the wall behind the judge and legal council.

“I believe she saw them before I did,” he begins, sounding distant and disjointed. “A Dai Li agent had a teenage girl pinned to a nearby building, with what seemed to be the intent to assault her; the Firelady unsheathed the katana and slit the agent’s throat to prevent him from doing so.” 

“What gave you the impression that the agent intended to assault the girl?” the judge calmly questions. 

“He had her dress pulled up over her waist,” Kuei responds; he knots his hands into the fabric of his robes, so subtly you're not sure anyone else notices, “and his trousers had been dropped around his thighs.” 

“Do you believe there is anything else the Firelady could have done to incapacitate the attacker?” 

“No; anything else would have risked injuring the girl due to the… intimate nature of their position.” 

“What did the Firelady do after slitting the Dai Li’s throat?” 

“She took the girl to a safer area of the street. A group of residents had gathered in an unbothered storefront - she rode with the girl and deposited her there.” 

“Thank you,” the judge concludes, bowing respectfully. “That is all the information we need.” 

Kuei nods as one of the legal advisors hands him a stack of papers, quickly shuffling through them before speaking up. 

“We’ll interview the guard next, if you agree,” he says.

For the next two hours, members of the guard - as well as Zuko and Toph - are interrogated, each giving their own account of the events of the raid. Toph, surprisingly, keeps her cool during the grilling, but one of the advisors pushes the wrong buttons when asking Zuko about his choice to not only allow you to come with him, but to take part in protecting the citizens of Ba Sing Se. 

“You believed it was a good idea,” the advisor presses, “to let your wife - a woman with absolutely no combat training - defend civilians not under the care of her own government against an invasive attack?” 

“Of course not,” Zuko replies. “But she’s my wife. My responsibility as a husband is to keep her away from harm while also keeping her by my side. It was either fight the leaders of the Dai Li beside her or send her with the Earth King. I chose what was safest for her. I'd even say she performed well, given her lack of experience.” 

“You truly believe that?” the advisor needles. 

“How many men attempted to kill the people of Ba Sing Se the day of the attack?” Zuko counters with his own question. 

“Forty-seven,” the advisor quips. “Not including the leader and his right hand.”  

“And how many civilians died?” Zuko prods. 

The advisor falls silent, his expression dropping in vexed defeat as he swallows heavily. 

“... None,” he mutters. 

Zuko keeps his blank, piercing expression fixed on the advisor, saying nothing; after a tense moment, the man announces that he has no more questions. 

Eventually, the girl you saved is called to make her statement. She paces to her seat before the king with nervous, trembling steps, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. 

Advisor Sung approaches her, the Earth Kingdom legal team having decided they have enough evidence to deliberate if a sentence needs to be handed to you; the Fire Nation, however, needing more information to defend their Firelady against any wrongdoing - a stance you feel they won't be quick to take. 

“Bulan Ngo,” Advisor Sung addresses her, his tone even and measured. “Can you please describe what happened to you the day of the Dai Li’s demonstration?” 

The girl swallows, parting her lips and closing them as if unsure to speak; when she does find her words, her voice is timid. 

“A… a group of agents... came into our apothecary,” she attempts, looking into her lap. “They took us out into the street… me and my mother. One of them… one of them s-said… I was pretty… and another… suggested he ‘try’ me…” 

“What happened then?” 

Bulan’s chin quivers. A single tear rolls down her cheek. 

“He took me to the alley,” she whispers. “And he undressed me.” 

“Did he touch you anywhere that made you feel uncomfortable?”

She nods, shutting her eyes tightly. 

“He put his hand between my legs.” 

“Did he penetrate you?” 

“N… no… his pants were… he took his pants down, though.” 

“Do you remember what happened next?” 

“He pushed me onto the wall.” 

At this point, nobody in the courtroom breathes, and you have to strain to hear what she says. Not far from you, her father draws in a sharp breath as he brings a hand to his mouth, trying in vain to cover up a sob. 

“Did he say anything else to you?” Advisor Sung asks. 

“He… he said… he wanted… he was going to… ‘fuck me good’... he told me,” Bulan manages. Tears pour from her eyes. “And… and then I… his neck was cut. I was covered in blood...” 

“Did that scare you? When the Firelady attacked him?” 

“I…” 

Bulan heaves in, shaking her head. 

“I don't know… I was scared already... I… I don't know…” 

“Did you know the Dai Li agent was dead?” 

“Y-yes… I saw his body… as the Firelady took me away…” 

“What did he look like?” 

“Stop.”

You spring from your place beside Zuko, fists clenched.

You hadn't meant to, but you screamed the word at Advisor Sung. Bulan flinches at the sound, her shoulders seeming to fold in on themselves as she begins to sob, holding a hand over her face to obscure the shrill gasps of her weeping. 

“My lady?” Sung questions, startled. 

“Stop,” you repeat. “She's upset. You already made her tell you every last detail of the wretched things that monster did to her - she doesn't need to tell you anything else. Let her go. Question somebody else.” 

Advisor Sung stares at you for a moment, the muscle beneath his left eye twitching; he looks as if he’s on the verge of glaring at you, but he draws back, his features softening as he nods. 

“Of course,” he secedes. “Your Majesty?” 

“You have enough,” Kuei snaps. He's moved from his throne, come to Bulan’s side and wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders; he coaxes her onto her feet, returning her to the safety of her parents. “That’s all I’ll allow you to take from my people.” 

“I’ll finish the statement,” Bulan’s mother chimes in. She cuts into Advisor Sung with a searing, steady gaze, positioning herself in front of her family. “That woman saved my daughter.” 

She points to you, setting her jaw as water lines the edges of her eyes. 

“My daughter is only thirteen. Her pain isn't for the man who violated her. None of us mourn for him. We mourn the innocence he took from her. We are thankful he didn't take more. If he had done so, I would have rather he killed her - it would have been more merciful than forcing her to live with the memory. The Firelady saved my only child from a horrible fate. As her subjects, you should revere her for that.” 

Bulan’s mother is crying by the end of her speech, silent tears that drench her skin and make her words fiercer. She turns to you and bows, lowering herself completely to the ground. When she stands once more, Kuei gives her permission to leave the courtroom, sending the members of the guard that were interviewed to escort the family home. 

“This hearing is dismissed,” he announces, glowering at Advisor Sung. “The Earth Kingdom will press no charges.” 

Zuko slams the sitting room door into its slot against the opposite wall, the sound ricocheting down the corridor you just came through. He rips his headpiece out of place, tossing it into the nearby cushions as he roughly runs one of his palms through his hair. 

“What the hell was that?” he barks. “What were they trying to do? It’s the kind of behavior my father encouraged! I thought I got rid of it!” 

He flings himself back onto a nearby chaise, his hand covering his face as he pinches the bridge of his nose. You collect his headpiece from the floor, setting it on the serving table in the center of the room before lowering yourself beside him; your hands find their way to his chest of their own volition, rubbing gentle, calming circles over his pectorals and down his abdomen. 

“It's only been ten years since the war ended,” you remind him. “People like Sung grew up with your father’s influence ingrained in them - it’ll take another hundred years for it to go away.” 

Zuko sighs, turning his head to look up at you. 

“I should sack him,” he suggests. 

“No,” you retort. “That won't solve the problem, either. Sung’s a good man, he just has some questionable people guiding him. Once he's out on his own, we’ll be able to bring him around.” 

Zuko sits up, fixing you with a concerned, pensive stare; your hand still rests on his chest, settled into the space just below where his shoulder meets his neck. 

“That's not what's bothering you,” you observe. 

“The Dai Li who attacked you,” Zuko explains. “He called me ‘Zuzu’. That was my sister’s nickname for me when we were kids.” 

You knit your brows. 

“But… how would he…?” 

“She worked with the Dai Li during the war. They helped her conquer the city.” 

Zuko takes your hand in his, locking his fingers with yours. 

“You think she's behind this,” you conclude. 

“It's possible,” he admits. “Azula is manipulative. Uncle was right when he said my father would have just killed us, but Azula… She knows how to destroy things from the inside. She's good at it.” 

You raise your free hand to his cheek, running your thumb over the damaged skin on the peak of his cheekbone; his eye, glassy and clouded the color of a full moon, stares vacantly back at you. 

“... I might have to execute my sister,” he mutters. 

You shake your head, the hand clasped within his moving to cup the other side of his face. 

“You will not do that,” you assure him. “You aren't Ozai, Zuko; you don't have to love your family, because Spirits know they don't deserve it, but you're strong enough to overcome them without resorting to the cruelty your father did. He only got his power because of your grandfather - he was weak. You've earned your own place as Firelord.” 

Zuko swallows hard; you watch the bone in his neck quiver as he does. It's then that you realize just how close you are to him, your faces only inches apart, your noses almost touching. One of his hands rests at your waist. He licks his lips, and you can't stop your mind from wondering how they would taste pressed against yours. 

He pulls away, his fingers tucking the braid that rests to the left of your face behind your ear. 

“You're right,” he whispers. Tears brim over his lower lashes, threatening to spill. “I'm not my father.” 

“Knock, knock!” 

The moment is broken by Kuei’s entrance, his knuckles rapping against the frame of the sitting room door as he steps through the threshold. He backs up a little when he notices the intimate position you're in, his cheeks pinkening with embarrassment. 

“Oh, I'm sorry,” he sputters. “I just wanted to let you know that lunch is ready - Mushi came from the Dragon to cook for us.” 

You turn to smile at the Earth King, standing to block Zuko from his view so that he can collect himself, wiping the water from his eyes. 

“Thanks, Kuei,” you say. “We’ll be there soon - keep some dumplings warm for us!” 

Kuei bashfully grins, nodding as he retreats into the hallway. Zuko paces up behind you, placing a hand to the small of your back. 

“I'm fine,” he murmurs. His lips brush your temple in a chaste, tender kiss, which you feel all the way down your stomach and into your core. “Let's go.” 

For the rest of your stay in the Earth Kingdom, Zuko keeps close to you; there isn't a moment when you're together that he doesn't have an arm at your waist or your hand cradled in his. Your friends all notice, shooting you teasing, knowing glances whenever they catch your eye. 

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[shirtlesssammy]

15x14: Last Holiday

Then:

March was so long ago

Now:

Sam’s doing research, Dean’s making burgers, Jack is hitting his existential saving the world phase, and the bunker is falling to pieces.

The brothers head to the basement to investigate the failing plumbing. They find the bunker “grid control center thing thingy”. I believe that is the technical term. Dean decides to channel his inner Sam Wesson and turn it off and on again. And it seems to work! 

Good job, Meat Man!

He heads to his bedroom with his victory beer and burger, only to be surprised by a kindly looking woman folding his Scooby-doo underthings. 

They find out the woman is named--well, she’s called Mrs. Butters. She’s a wood nymph. She lives in the bunker and helps the Men of Letters. She cleans, does laundry, cooks, and reinforces mid-century misogynistic stereotypes, you know, the usual. 

The brothers find out that she thinks it’s the year 1958. Dean breaks the news that it’s actually 2020. (From a 1958 perspective, 2020 seems SO FAR in the future. WTF?) Mrs. Butters is confused and horrified. She asks about the Men of Letters she cared for. They’re all dead, Dean informs her. 

“That’s why they didn’t come back,” she responds. It seems that when the Men of Letters never came back from the ceremony, she placed the bunker and herself in standby mode. Mrs. Butters is upset at learning about the passage of time, but instantly jumps into caretaker mode, noting it’s been an age since they’ve had a home cooked meal or celebrated the holidays (she also seems to think that they don’t wash their clothes, but I can’t imagine either Sam OR Dean as anything but mostly clean.)

She then activates her magic to bring the bunker to full power. The monster radar on the map table starts chirping. 

Dean’s super excited about the new development, but Sam is a bit skeptical. Dean assures Sam it’s ok, and if it’s not, they’ll deal with it. They decide to head out on a vamp hunt, but Dean tells Jack (through his door) that they have a guest and she’s making snickerdoodles. 

During Sam and Dean’s Impala broment, Sam wonders if it’s the best idea to have Mrs. Butters in the bunker. Dean doesn’t see the problem. “Ignoring your trauma doesn’t make you healthy,” Sam points out. (F U C K --i am ded) 

Mrs. Butters makes Jack a sandwich. 

Meanwhile, two vamps living the Big Swig life are quickly dispatched by Sam and Dean Winchester. (Note: They were drinking blood from blood bags, not from people. Were they really that bad? What happened to the gray area of hunting, SAM???? I only say this because I think this is highlighting the true evil of the Men of Letters...and Sam and Dean, super excited for their own toys for once, don’t stop to think about their actions.) 

They come home to find the bunker decked out for the Christmas season. (HEARTS to the map table with a giant tree and train set.) Mrs. Butters even made cookies. JOY TO THE WORLD INDEED!

Breakfast in the bunker brings a skeptical Sam, a millennial Jack (I think he’s really a zennial?), and a nightshirt adorned Dean ready for breakfast made by Mrs. Butters. 

(Dean’s nightshirt gag was funny as a cartoon, but less funny as the promos rolled out, and just fell flat during the episode itself.) Mrs. Butters wonders what Jack is, and then hands him a magic smoothie. 

Suddenly the bunker alarm goes off and Dean’s in Ghostbuster mode. “We got one!” Dean exclaims and the brothers head out on a lamia hunt. 

Jack stays behind to drink smoothies and help Mrs. Butters with the dishes. 

Mrs. Butters asks about Jack’s dad, Lucifer, but Jack only tells her about his family --Sam, Dean, Cas, and….Mary. He confesses to killing her. Mrs. Butters’ response is GOLD. She appears to sympathize with Jack. She tells Jack that life gives us second chances, and then offers him another magic smoothie. 

HUNTING AND HOLIDAY MONTAGE ALERT

Later, while drinking another smoothie, Jack finds Mrs. Butters rifling through some files in the library. He then heads to investigate what she was looking at. In the drawers he finds an old file on Mrs. Butters, and a film reel.

The film reel shows a smug Cuthbert Sinclair recounting the recovery of a wood nymph from a Thule (Nazi) laboratory. Our domestic, smiling Mrs. B was responsible for the deaths of at least two hundred Nazi soldiers before she was restrained. Apparently wood nymphs are docile until their home and family are threatened. Cuthbert introduces Mrs. B in the reel: she’s “agreed” to join the Men of Letters for “service and security.” She then proceeds to rip the head off a bound Nazi and offer up tea and cookies. Jack recoils in horror. 

Jack runs to warn Sam, but Mrs. B reveals that Sam is getting ready for a hot date. WITH EILEEN!!! Sam comes out, dressed to the nines in a collared shirt, tie, SWEATER VEST, and nice coat. Good lord, Sam! <3

Mrs. B drops a quick fact on Dean: she fixed his broken TV. Dean’s eyes light up. The DEAN CAVE IS OPERATIONAL! This is sufficient distraction for Dean. 

As Dean runs off, a concerned Jack decides to follow Mrs. B down to the demon dungeon. He confronts her with the film reel evidence. “How did it make you feel?” she asks him, not at all surprised that he’s found her out. She thinks he enjoyed watching the agony on screen, and that he’s a danger to Sam and Dean.

Jack protests that he would never hurt the Winchesters and we get an extremely close up shot of a distraught Mrs. B asking Jack if he thinks they keep him locked up to keep other people safe. (I imagine Mrs. B asking, “Is getting locked up to keep the world safe a normal thing? Asking for a friend.”) She mojo-chucks Jack against a wall! He’s as weak as a puppy and fails to fight back.

She smiles at him. All those smoothies were full of nephilim-depowering goodness, chock full of vitamins, arrowroot, and JAWBONE. She’s going to rid the world of all monsters, starting with the ones in the bunker.

She greets Dean in the kitchen with a fresh grilled cheese sandwich. “You’ll need your strength so we can go kill Jack,” she tells him calmly.

“Damn it,” Dean bursts out when she pulls out the archangel blade. “We had a good thing going but of course you had to go full Nurse Ratched.” He suggests an alternative plan: free Jack and continue their blissful new cohabitation as one big happy family. Cut to a little while later - and Dean winds up locked up alongside Jack.

Mrs. B greets Sam when he gets home and gives him the quick summary: Jack’s controlling Dean’s mind and she has them both trapped so they can be killed. How efficient! Sam plays along enough that I don’t notice in the first viewing that he’s shed his tie and unbuttoned that collar after that date! 

Back in Sam’s room, he calls Dean who is...still trapped in the room with Jack. WITH his phone. I guess Mrs. B doesn’t understand cell phones? Also, Dean didn’t call to give Sam a head’s up so he could enjoy his date. Dean Bean, the support is nice to see. What a hopeless ROMANTIC, though.

The Winchesters have gotta take out Mrs. B, and both admit that they just never quite got around to researching HOW. I mean, there was Christmas and Thanksgiving and BOXING DAY breakfast… Dean tells Sam to start with the console in the boiler room while he and Jack try to escape. 

Jack offers to use his power to escape. When Dean shoots down that plan, Jack proposes that Dean still thinks of him as a monster. Dean uses his words! He hasn’t forgotten what happened to Mary, and he still has some anger, but he’s not going to let Jack die!

Sam stalks Mrs. B through the bunker and when he finds her, he hilariously hides his gun behind his back. And reader, I…. I don’t know. I think that sweater vest is getting to me because I have gone full on Velma with this shot. LOOK AT THAT BIG LUG!

For Velma Heart Eyes Science:

Mrs. B traps Sam and offers to help him understand, the same way Cuthbert helped her to understand. And no, it’s not with snuggly kittens and cookies! Sam argues for Jack. He’s a kid who’s already undergone way too much trauma in his short life! (I agree!!!) Mrs. B does NOT agree with this assessment. Pulling from Cuthbert’s playbook, she pries a fingernail off of Sam. It’s gooey! There are sound effects! While re-watching this scene, I actually put my hand over my eyes. It’s fine! 

Dean tries to use the blade to hack the cuffs off of Jack, but his attempt is useless. He just blasts Jack against a wall instead. That gives him an idea, though. “Pain is just weakness leaving the body,” Dean counsels Jack, positioning him in front of the exit door. He hacks at the cuffs again, throwing Jack against - and through the door. Well…...ooookay.

Now free, Dean and Jack head for the console and hit the reset button. The bunker turns a worried red and Mrs. B corners the three of them in the library. She’s going to stop Jack and save them! Sam tells her that Cuthbert TORTURED her to bend her to the Men of Letters cause. She can’t kill Jack!

“He can save the world,” Dean tells her. The whole mission of the Men of Letters is to do just that! (No pressurrrrrrrre, Jack!) That’s the magic phrase for Mrs. B, though. She breaks down in tears, and relents. In the end, she still loves the Men of Letters she knew (even if she entered into it in an entirely awful way). 

A little while later, she’s healed Sam’s hand and bids them farewell. She longs for the forest. When she leaves, the magic of the bunker will be diminished once again. But that’s fine! Dean just needs a grill and a nice TV room to take his honey on a date, amirite? Also, Dean doesn’t need fancy map tables and “whatever that telescope thing is.”

“It’s an interdimensional geoscope,” she corrects him carefully. Dean protests: he looked through it recently and didn’t see anything! “That’s not good,” Mrs. B proclaims softly. I hand her the Understatement of the Year Award.

Mrs. B counsels Dean to eat his vegetables, Sam to cut his hair, and Jack...to save the world. She whooshes out.

Later, Sam tries to tease out Jack’s feelings. Jack’s worried. For a supposed god-killing machine, he was easily trapped. Dean interrupts this existential crisis by arriving in the library with a covered cake stand. Whipping off the cover, we see Dean’s made Jack A BIRTHDAY CAKE! They put a single candle in it because OMG Jack is just a little baby. 

Dobby the Quote Elf:

We fought the devil. I killed Hitler. I think we can handle a few old pipes

Meat man coming to town!

Ignoring your trauma doesn’t mean you’re healthy

We all do things we’re not proud of but life gives us second chances and it’s our obligation to hold onto them.

Somebody’s shopping at Ambercrombie and bitch

Tell you what we’re gonna do. We’ll go downstairs… We’ll let Jack go. Forget this ever happened

Dang it. Dang-- Damn-- Damn it!

I’ve already had one monster take my family from me. I won’t have it happen again

He loves that apron

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The Stars Made Us (Part 24)

Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?

(Prompt challenge – You live in a world where your soulmate can write on their skin and you will get the writing on your own and vice versa. Where they can wash away the ink on their own skin, however, the writing is forever scarred onto your skin until you meet face to face)

Word Count: 2142

Warnings: angst and language throughout

Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter​​​​​  and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @quailliamyfears, thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​​​​​, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong​​​​​ and @arrow-guy​​​​​ and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​​​​

Also, I’ve never really liked the whole soulmate AU thing idea, but this felt so right and it was amazing to write. I hope y’all love it too!!

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You walked out to the edge of the courtyard. It was the only place you could get a cell phone signal. You called Charles, not looking forward to the conversation you were about to have. 

“Hi, my love. It is so good to hear your voice. Are you coming home?” 

“No, uh, not yet.”

“When? I was thinking of renovating a room or two and I wanted your input--”

“I don’t know, Charles,” you said, your voice riddled with anxiety. 

“What do you mean you don’t know? Y/N, it’s been five months. This is only one of three calls I’ve gotten from you since you left for Nepal. How is it so hard to determine how long you will stay somewhere?”

“Because I can’t leave until he gets better.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m his mate?”

“So am I.”

“I stayed for your full recovery, Charles.” 

“I don’t see why you have to stay with him. I can understand helping him get there and get settled in, but he’s an adult.” 

“Yes, so were you. You even had your best friend, a doctor, living in with you. Creating miracle serums for you. He doesn’t have that. He only has me, and I’m not going to abandon him.”

“It’s been five months,” he reminded again. 

“And I’ve known you for eleven years. As I recall, it took a bit of time for you to get back on your feet as well. I was with you for nearly a year, helping you.” 

“You’re my mate.”

“I thought I wasn’t anyone’s property,” you shot back coolly.

“You’re not, but I do miss you and we did make a commitment to each other.”

“Oh, like the commitment we made when you decided to not notify me you were going off the grid? When I thought you were dead? When I begged you to give me a sign that you were still alive and you couldn’t do it? Where was the commitment then, Charles?” 

He sighed on the other end of the phone. 

“I know this isn’t fun, I never planned for this, and I do miss you, but I can’t and won’t leave him.” 

You could practically hear his jaw setting on the other side of the phone. 

“Do you love him?” 

“What kind of… What the hell does that matter right now?” you asked, thrown off by the random interrogation. 

“Do, you, love, him?” he stressed. 

“Why? Does my answer somehow sway your next actions or words?” 

“No.”

“Then the answer to that  isn’t of any importance, Charles.”

“I miss you, Y/N and I don’t mean in the lighthearted sense. I yearned for you for ten years. I fell in love with you through words on my skin, through words on a screen. I saved myself for you and I didn’t date or look at another soul. We finally have a chance to be together, to start our lives and it’s interrupted by… all of this. I supported you when you left but it’s getting harder every day without you.” 

You threw your hands to the side, exasperated. “It’s hard for me too. I hate not being able to see you. I was over the moon when we met and I never expected any of this. But it’s happened, and we have to deal with it. When you sent me off with your blessing did you just think I’d show up, be his nurse, and come home to you? You’re not that dense, Charles. At some point, it had ot occur to you that he is my mate too, and what we have, what we formed goes beyond the initial stage of meeting. Just as you and I did, Stephen and I will move past the phase of nurse-patient. We already have. He’s moved into the role of a student here, and I’m his friend. Like it or not, this is what’s happening, and I won’t abandon him in his time of need. It's not who I am, or who I’ve ever been. If you don’t understand that about me by now, then perhaps we aren’t as close as I thought.” 

“I don’t think it’s too much to ask for more correspondence. You told me yourself you can make portals. So make a portal to come see me, even if it's for five minutes.” 

“I can’t. I’m not a student here and I don’t feel comfortable using what I’ve picked up on without being an official student of the Ancient One.” 

“Great, so some arbitrary rule stands between you visiting me, when you’re more than capable of doing so. It’s fantastic to know where I stand, really.” 

“I gave up everything for you. I nearly died from grief over you. I left my family, my home, my practice, all to help you and to live with you. I don’t think I ever have to prove my love or loyalty to you, and I don’t appreciate having to do it now. 

In a sorrowful voice, he said, “All I want, is for the love of my life to come home to me. If that makes me a horrible person, then so be it. Sorry for requesting more of your time. I won’t make that mistake again.” 

The call ended, and you looked down at your phone. A flurry of sadness and anger hit you like a hurricane. You gripped the phone hard before two hands were on your shoulders, sending a wave of calm over you.

“I’m taking it didn’t go well,” he commented.

You shook your head, tears rolling down your face.

“Come here,” he coaxed, as you turned and he wrapped his arms around you. You began sobbing and he just rubbed your back, consoling you, kissing your hair. 

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You explained to Stephen what had Charles upset. Typically you kept them somewhat separate from each other. You updated Charles on What Stephen was doing, how he was mentally or physically, but you didn’t get into details of Stephen’s life or his personality. Almost as if he were a patient you kept an eye on and you were trying to keep to HIPPA policies. 

The same went for Stephen. You never told Stephen that Charles was a mutant or that he was a telepath. You never told Stephen about your conversations with Charles except that you were going to give him an update, or check in with him. But the actual content of the conversations were never discussed. 

Ultimately, both men knew you talked to the other, and kept updates on each other, but that was as far as it went. 

This time though, things needed to be clear. Stephen needed to know why you were crying and Charles had a bit more insight to your situation with Stephen, so you felt it was fair. 

“He just misses me is all, and I think he’s afraid I’ll stay here with you and not go home to him.” 

Stephen nodded. He had an odd look on his face that you couldn’t decipher. “I can understand the concern. You’re his first mate.” 

You bobbed your head. “Right, but right now, I don’t know what I’m going to do. You’re both my mates and right now, we’re taking it one day at a time. To be honest, I don’t want to choose..”

Stephen nodded, his eyes drifting down to the floor. “Well, you may not have to. What if you visited him every other day? You know how to open gateways. You aren’t a student here, so technically you don't have to abide by any rules.”

“You’d be okay with that?” you asked, a bit surprised. 

“I’m okay with the idea that I’m not ruining a decade long relationship. If you need to go see him, I’m fine with that. I’m sure the Ancient One wouldn’t care if you used your sorcery for hopping back and forth between here and New York. You’re not doing anything devious or conniving. You’re visiting a loved one.” 

You nodded. “I suppose you’re right.” 

You were going to ask the Ancient One in a few days, when Charles had cooled down and so had you. But the training picked up as Mordo introduced mystical artifacts  and relics into the fighting, so you became focused on learning all of them and learning how to fight and use them. 

One afternoon, after a sorcery session with Mordo, and class had been dismissed, you walked out, armed with two wooden batons. 

“Ah, again? Y/N,” he said, leaning over trying to catch his breath. “I already trained today and then I just went through an hour of sorcery practice.” 

“Yes, and you will continue to practice.” 

“Easy for you to say, you haven’t been doing anything all day,” he shot at you with a half-smirk. 

“Alright, smartass, take a baton.” You tossed it to him. “Let’s see if you can fight as well as you talk shit.”

“Oh, I assure you, I can talk way more shit,” he said with a wide grin. 

You laughed before charging at him. He held up his stick in both hands, blocking the blow, before you pulled it down and whacked him in the side of the waist. He leaned over in pain, but then he quickly hit the baton to the back of your leg, making you go to your knees. He put his elbow in your pressure point but you lowered your shoulder down away from his touch before spinning on your knee to get behind him and put him in a headlock. He reeled his arm back and slammed it into your ribs. You let him go instantly, wheezing in pain. 

You turned your head towards him before running at him and holding your baton behind your head before trying to swing it down at his face. He blocked the attack,  with both arms holding out to the left of him, keeping your baton at bay. The two of you were nearly nose to nose as you stared at each other. 

A sudden racing feeling occurred in your veins. He was so close. You could kiss him, just like you always wanted to do, but you needed to keep focus, needed to be sure you were training him. He started to push your baton down, and it didn’t take too much force as you were mesmerized by the look in his yes, the scent that came off of him. His lips looked more inviting than ever. 

Just as he was about to deliver the next blow to you, to keep up with training, a sudden rainstorm hit. Raindrops didn’t drop sporadically, the sky opened up as if a semi-truck filled with water poured down on you. The rushing of the rain surprised both you and Stephen as you straightened up before laughing. 

“Should we get inside?” Stephen yelled over the rain. 

“Yes, I think that’s wise,” you responded before the two of you took each other’s hands and ran to your bedroom. You stood at the end of the bed, turning to face Stephen. He was suddenly very close to you. His hands slowly crept their way up to your hair, his fingers sending shivers down your spine. 

“I love you,” he breathed, as if he wasn’t sure he wanted to say it or he wasn’t sure he was ready for your response. 

“‘I love you too,” you returned. 

He smiled before he tilted his head slightly and slowly lowered his lips to yours. 

A bomb exploded inside the two of you. What started out soft and tender suddenly became ravenous. Your hands went to his hair, his back, anything you could get your hands on. He pulled at the hem of your shirt and you tore at his robes. His mouth was frenzied on yours, and yours on his. You couldn’t get him close enough to you, fast enough. Nothing else mattered except getting him as close as humanly possible. 

You pulled away for a split second so he could pull your shirt off and you could work his off of him. He kissed down your neck, down between your cleavage. Your breathy pants couldn’t be heard over the rush of the rain outside.  

His hands scoured your back, unhooking your bra quickly before he pushed your pants down quickly, leaving you standing there in nothing but your panties. He pushed you down on the bed before nestling between your legs, continually kissing all over you. 

You slipped blissfully into euphoria with him as you weren’t sure where you ended and he began.  For the next several hours, you spent exploring, kissing, and melding your bodies and minds and you felt as if you were in total bliss. 

When you were lying in each other's arms, you felt the world melt away. Nothing mattered. No one else mattered. It was just the two of you.

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[anninhiliation]

Make me cum

Warnings: Smut

Wordcount: 1.8k+

Masterlist

Since the minute Joel woke up he was in a bad mood. You did your best for the majority of the morning not to upset him further and see if there was anything you could do to help. Unfortunately, there was nothing you could do to help cheer him up. You were just giving him the benefit of the doubt considering he’s always so well behaved and maybe after lunch or a nap he would be back to his old self. But as the day went on, his behavior got worse with more snappy remarks and talking back. Joel was already on thin ice by the time the two of you arrived at a promotional night club. As the two of you exited your car he let out a rude comment under his breath drawing the last straw for you. You had had enough, and it was finally time to teach him a lesson.

“You know what?” you hissed in Joel’s ear “when we get home, you’re going to regret this”

“Really? ‘cause I don't think so” he grinned with defiance in his eyes “remember baby girl, I'm stronger than you, bigger than you, so tell me what you’re gonna do?”

He motioned to kiss your neck, but you quickly pulled away glaring into his eyes. You huffed angrily, pushing his chest away from you and walked away seeing red. You darted straight to the bar ordering your favorite drink, trying to relax your muscles and forget about a certain someone. One drink turned into two, relaxing your muscles as you finally were able to clear your mind and hit the dance floor. Joel was quick to follow you leaving his friend group to dance with you. As a familiar pair of hands grabbed your waist you slowly turned around, seductively. Still annoyed with him, you formed the plan of riling him up, again and again, leading him on to believe he was going to get to cum or get to fuck you in the club. You looked up from his plump lips and into his eyes seeing them already dilated in lust making you smirk. Your hands traveled to his, interlocking one of your hands to his and pulling him off the dance floor. 

“Where are we going?” he asked raising an eyebrow as you swayed your hips

“Bathroom” you smirked 

As you looked him up and down noticing his bulge you bit your lower lip. Pushing the door open you pushed Joel against the wall and nipped his warm neck. Moans escaped his lips as his hands roamed your body, landing on your ass and squeezing roughly. Your hand traveled down to his pants, undoing the button and letting his member spring free. 

“Already this riled up?” you grinned “and I barely touched you” 

Your hand wrapped around his shaft, thumb teasing his slit pushing his pre-cum around making him groan. 

“Don’t tease me bebesita” he groaned making you stop dead in your tracks

“You seem to have forgotten your place” you hiss looking him dead in the eye making him squirm under your grip as he tries to gain more friction

You pull your hand away in response as the other wraps around his neck. Squeezing lightly as a warning. 

“You’ve been very bad” you growled “so you either submit now or make the punishment worse” raising an eyebrow at him, you watched the defiance in his eyes strengthen 

"Don't tease me-" he growled "make me feel good" 

You let go of his shaft completely and tightened your grip around his throat. 

"You know what?" You hissed "take care of your problem yourself, but don't think this is me letting you go easy" 

You stormed out of the bathroom leaving him in complete shock as you darted back to the bar for your third drink of the night. You spent the rest of the night, completely ignoring him and doing your own thing. It was driving Joel crazy seeing how easily you could pretend he didn't exist and not bat an eye at any of his mischievous behavior. As the night soon came to end, and everyone said their goodbyes, Joel finally got what he was seeking. Your attention. As the two of you exited the nightclub, your heels clicking against the hard surface an idea popped in your head.  

"Get in the backseat" you demanded as you unlocked the car 

"Why?" He questioned confused 

"Because I said so vamos nene" you snapped

He did as you asked, which took you by surprise but you refused to show it. 

“Good boy,” you said as you reached into the glove box to pull out handcuffs and his cock ring making sure he couldn’t see what you were doing. 

You hid them behind you as you crawled over the center console and straddled his lap. His hands instinctively wrapped around your waist. 

“No touching” you hissed as you let the cock ring balance on his leg behind you as you grabbed his wrists and cuffed them to the headrest. Joel let out a whine as he tugged on the metal chain trying to get free. 

“What are you doing?” he complained as you undid his pants wiggling them low enough for his member to feel the cold hair 

You grabbed his shaft and toyed with it, making it harden under your grip 

“You’ve been a brat all day” you spoke as you hit the weakest parts of his neck “and your actions have consequences” 

He moaned out tilting his head back as his face contoured in pleasure. Joel whimpered as you grabbed the cock ring and replaced your hand with the toy. He batted his big brown eyes at you, begging for mercy as you set the ring on a middle setting. 

“Joelito mi vida,” you grinned as you pecked his lips “this is the beginning of your punishment for this morning”

Joel’s bottom lip quivered as you unstraddled him and climbed back into the driver’s seat. 

“Y/n” he whined as you got on the freeway “amor-!” his head snapped back as his first orgasm washed over him. 

His whines and whimpers grew as the ring showed him no mercy, never letting him soften. His cries of your name in the back seat pulled at your heartstrings but you refused to show him mercy. He had to learn his lesson, learn he couldn’t act out and just get away with it. This was his worst behavior by far, making you finally think maybe there was a deep-rooted problem he was just refusing to talk about. You got off on the next exit and pulled into the first deserted road you found. 

“Y/n?” he moaned out as he looked at his surroundings recognizing nothing

You set the car in park and turned off the headlights. You sighed as you undid your seatbelt and climbed back on his lap. 

“Joel?” you softly asked hand linking to the nape of his neck as you played with his curls 

His face contoured in pleasure as he let out an incoherent sentence, as his second orgasm was edging closer. 

“You gonna cum again? You're going to get sensitive baby” you cooed as your other hand cupped his cheek, thumb stroking the rough hairs of his beard

His big brown eyes locked into yours as he whimpered something incoherent before his headshot back onto the seat. Joel moaned out, hips snapping into yours as his seed shot out of him, and dripped down his shaft. You felt him throb as you took off the ring and fiddled it between your fingers. 

“Thank you” he whispered as he tried to catch his breath

“You wanna tell me what was bothering you all day?” you asked still stroking his beard

“Nothing was, you just pissed me off since the minute I got up” he stated as his breathing evened out

“Is that so?” you raised an eyebrow as your hand massaged his shaft, slowly sliding up the slick flesh, thumb pressing on his slit tauntingly slow 

“Y- yea” he whined bucking his hips into your hand, making you pull away swiftly 

“And what did I do to annoy you?” you questioned as you went back to teasing his slit

“Nothing” he whined out again squirming under your touch 

“Okay” you smirked as you decided to change the tone “this feel-good baby?” 

“Y-yea” he whimpered as his mouth hung agape letting out a string of moans “m- more”

“What’s the magic word?” you raised an eyebrow

“Please” he wined 

“Good boy” you praised as you speed your movements 

You edged him for the third time, finally feeling satisfied with his begging and whining. 

“You said you wanted to feel good, remember?” you batted your eyes innocently

“I- I did- but” he whimpered

“You said not to tease you” you cut him off 

You continued the rhythm of your hand letting him cum all over you. Adjusting yourself on his lap you wiggled out of your underwear and took the head of his cock in your warm velvet walls. Joel whined out feeling his sensitivity kick in.

“Oh mi amor but we didn’t finish what we started” you cooed placing a soft kiss on his lips

“Ah- mmm I’m just sensitive” he whined

“Baby you haven't made me cum yet that’s not fair” you whined back as you slowly sunk down moaning out as he twitched inside you

Joel incoherently whined out as you set a slow pace, and grinded down finding the perfect angle.

“Oh does this hurt?” you asked in a fake concerned tone, as he nodded his head yes “You can’t handle my pussy?” he whined out incoherently “Good, it’s supposed to hurt” you smirked as you placed a soft kiss on his plump lips

“One more load, you can handle that...can’t you?” you asked as you speed up the pace 

Joel nodded his head yes, as he weakly rolled his hips into yours. You couldn’t help but smile, as you gripped his shoulders and set a fast pace. Your lips mark his neck, nipping the warm skin, hitting the weakest spots. 

“Fuck” he groaned softly feeling how perfectly you wrapped around him

You slammed down on him, hitting right into your g-spot making your eyes roll back. You harshly tugged on his hair as you moaned out. 

“Fuck you like it when I use you as my little fuck toy?” you moaned

Joel twitched inside you as he whimpered a weak yes. He was closer to the edge than you were as you continued the pace. You felt him struggle to keep in his orgasm as you tried to pull your edge closer in. But as the sensitivity came in, he lost control and began to spill his seed inside you, until you pulled out groaning. You grabbed the eyes to the handcuffs and released him. 

“Be a good boy and make me cum”

Anon: “Okay so most of the time we see sub!bratty!reader but how about Hoel acting like a brat the whole day and reader punishing him?? Te amo, reina del smut”

[honestlywrites]

Clan of Three | Chapter Seven (Din Djarin x Mando!Reader)

Summary: Finally revealing your partnership to the Bounty Guild, you find that Nevarro holds far more than a couple bounty hunters looking for work.

Clan of Three Masterlist

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You were not aware that the Mandalorian, your business partner, was part of a covert. The thought had slipped your mind and you had just assumed that the two of you found each other through luck. There were no other Mandalorians wandering the streets of Nevarro, though you had not seen the dusty streets since you first became partners. This made sense, the more Mandalorians, the more attention was brought to the two of you. Your culture was dying, a mere myth thrown into the winds. To see one was considered legendary in the eyes of others, so you were confused when your partner asked you to join him.

“What do you mean?” you sit up from your spot on the cot shoved between the refreshed and the weapons cabinet.

“I need to show you something,” he mutters and gears up, slipping on his gloves and fiddling with his vambrace.

“But won’t that draw too much attention?” you frown as you stare at your compatriot, leaning against the wall as you attempt to decipher the movements of the man in front of you. The more time you spent with him, the more you could read his body language, a skill picked up from your time with the helmet on. While the helmets were designed to throw off all who looked upon the Mandalorians, it made you learn how to pick up on different social cues to best react in different situations. Looking at the Mandalorian, his muscles were stiff, stiffer than usual. The monotony in his voice demonstrates the fact that he is hiding something from you.

“Just keep your head low and don’t stare at anyone,” he walks toward the back ramp and presses the button to open it, you following behind him. As the two of you quickly stride through the backwater town, you cannot help but notice the eyes of several different patrons who quickly see the glint of not one, but two sets of Mandalorian armor. In the bright sun, the violet of your durasteel shines through uniquely and adds to your novelty. You cannot help but shoot glares at people who stare too long, the feeling of self-preservation bleeding through into your actions. Quickly moving your head to face off at anyone who appears to be staring, the citizens of Nevarro quickly read the situation and keep their head down.

“I said don’t stare,” the low voice of the man in front of you grumbles from under his helmet and you quickly resume your stance, staring forward as the two of you enter the cantina.

The first time you had stepped into this establishment, there was silence, but as you and the Mandalorian step through the sliding doors of the bounty hunter’s cantina, the silence appears deafening. No movement, no music, not even a single breath could be heard. All eyes were on the two of you and instantly, the fear begins to eat away at you. Stares were understandable, but the undivided attention of an entire establishment is far too much attention for you to garner. In front of you, your partner stands tall and walks with confidence, unaffected by the gaze of the many patrons that appear to be boring holes into your skull with their eyes. Even Greef Karga, the most charismatic and sly man around, is rendered speechless. The tracking fobs are set on the table harshly, breaking up the silence. You watch as Greef Karga inspects the machinery and pauses.

“The two of you are working together?” his words come out slowly as if he chooses them meticulously to try and please the two of you. The man in front of you nods sharply and watches your employer bring out the credits belonging to the three bounties that the two of you had hunted. The third one was found by the Mandalorian as you reluctantly stayed back to heal from the cauterization of your wound. Your partner sits in the booth as you stand, watching Greef Karga harshly. You had gained his respect the last time you were here and as you attract more attention, your patience wears thinner. 

A stack of credits was set in front of the two of you and the Mandalorian slides them into his hand, pocketing the money.

“And I’m assuming the two of you will want to take on another round?” Karga looks up at you, almost challenging you with his words. He sets four more tracking fobs on the table and they are accepted by your partner, put into the pockets at his sides. The man in front of you says nothing as he stands, beginning to walk out of the cantina.

“Be careful,” the words of Greef Karga make you pause in your stride. “One Mandalorian is a warrior, but two are a target.”

You rush out of the cantina, following the Mandalorian into the streets of Nevarro. Your jaw is sore from clenching your teeth down so harshly, but you fought to not lash out on any of the bounty hunters inside. It was a mixture of being intimidated and impressed and you begin to wish that your partner had brought you at all, being the secret associate was much easier.

“Why did you--”

“Be quiet, that wasn’t what I wanted to show you,” he states and takes a path away from the main road, beginning to trek through the outskirts of the town as you did once. The two of you weave through the streets until you reach a hidden entrance, masked by a dark cloth that hides it from the view of others. The Mandalorian takes a look around before sliding down into the desolate sewers. Stairs lead down, deeper into the ground and for a moment, your breath catches in your chest. Your sight is met with Mandalorians leaning against the wall and sitting at tables, seemingly calm in this living space underneath the town. Younglings run past you and your heart threatens to escape from your chest. Memories of your own covert bleed into the image of this one and suddenly you are younger, running from the blasters of Stormtroopers that had discovered your covert. 

Your buir screams at you to escape, firing up her jet pack and launching into the air to get away from the assailants. She was not so lucky. As you run further and further away, you watch as the Mandalorians of your covert fly into the air to try and escape from these attacks. One stray shot catches the booster of your buir’s jet pack and sends her straight down into the ground. You try to run to her, but the arms of another hold you back from running to her.

“Go! She’s gone!” a voice shouts at you and you sob, your vision clouded from the tears that stream down your face. You turn and run, feeling lethargic from the weight of the armor that holds you down. It had never done that before, but the violet metal serves as a reminder of your mother. Your clan. The entire covert was gone. 

Arms shake you from your stupor and you realize that you had been standing in the middle of the room, silent and still. All around you, other Mandalorians watch curiously as your partner tries to console you.

“C’mon,” he whispers and squeezes your arms almost comfortingly, pulling you along down another tunnel. The bright glint of the silver mythosaur shines down, appearing as if it watches you enter the armory. In front of you and all around you, tools and equipment are set up to create the sacred armor that defines the Mandalorian way of life. A woman watches curiously and sits at a small seat in front of a table. Her helmet is a beautiful bronze and is embellished with five horns. She wears nothing but a breastplate and a fine fur around her shoulders, but the attention she commands tells you that she is The Armorer of this covert.

You sit in front of her with the guidance of your associate. He sets down the credits and The Armorer does nothing to count them, his attention set on you.

“Leave us,” her voice is crisp and commanding, and you hear the shuffling of the several bodies who were standing in the tunnel and listening to the conversation. A moment passes and The Armorer turns to look at the man next to you, signaling for him to leave as well. He turns to you and while you were nervous, you felt no fear, so you nod for him to leave as well. Once the crowd that was once gathered is now dissolved, you focus yourself on the woman in front of you.

“Where did you hail from?” she asks and her words are surprisingly calm, soothing you even more.

“After the Great Purge, my covert hid for a few years before being discovered by Stormtroopers. It was then dissolved and I have been alone ever since,” your voice catches in your throat as you mention your past covert, the memory still bleeding like a fresh wound.

“And how did you happen upon the Mandalorian?” you flush underneath your helmet at the question and are suddenly thankful for the secrecy of your face. You were proud that you had defended your honor but now that the event had passed, it appeared more childish than honorable.

“He had cost me my job and so I took his bounties and turned them in to delude him. I realize now that it was childish,” you move your gaze downward, unable to meet hers out of embarrassment. 

“It is understandable, you were on your lonesome and were out of a job because of him. Do not worry,” a tone of amusement spills from her words and you smile slightly, looking up at The Armorer. While you were distracted upon entering the covert, you did not notice any other females in the mass of Mandalorians hidden in the darkness.

“If he has brought you here, then he deems you trustworthy enough to join our covert. Your armor appears in good condition, though your breastplate could use refining. I will use what we have here to refine them,” the idea of updating your armor brings you great joy, but the sight of the younglings running around causes you to second guess yourself.

“I wouldn’t want you to waste it on me. Save it for the younglings,” you plead, yet The Armorer shakes her head.

“You are apart of the covert now and must be able to defend it. This upgrades will aid in the safety of all of us,” she states and you nod, removing the purple durasteel from your chest to reveal a black tunic that shielded your body from the world. “You may come in now.”

You look to the opening of the room to see your fellow bounty hunter attempting to listen to the conversation. A smile blooms on your face as he realizes he has been caught. He slowly approaches and sits down beside you, the silence comforting as you watch The Armorer get to work. The sounds of sparks and metal against metal are soothing to you, reminding you of life before the Great Purge when you were not hiding this beautiful warrior culture from the world. 

“Thank you,” you whisper to the man next to you, not wanting to distract The Armorer too much. 

“I trust you,” he says softly and you are suddenly aware of his presence so close to you without the shield of your chest plate. You feel naked even though you are fully clothed as if you are baring your heart to him. The thought makes you cross your arms in front of your chest in an attempt to shield yourself once more from the fondness that creeps into your mind for the Mandalorian. 

The refining of your chest plate goes quickly, the action more about smoothing out the dents and filling in holes that had resulted from one too many blaster bolts. When it is finished, the luster of the purple is beautiful in the low lighting and you feel anew when you strap it onto your chest. You take a moment to nod at The Armorer in thanks and watch her return the sentiment. The feeling of home that fills you is so foreign after years of being on your lonesome and you do not want to leave. The children running around with their helmets, the sound of others playing games at the table, the ricochet of blasters echoing through the tunnels that allude to the idea of a shooting range set up. It was a sort of heaven for you after losing all the members of your covert to the Empire. But heaven does not last long when the Mandalorian begins to walk out, leaving the sanctuary that was this underground system. You follow him quickly, feeling your stomach fall as you leave the covert.

“We have bounties to catch,” he reminds you as the two of you walk up the ramp onto the Razor Crest. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back.”

You look up into the visor of The Mandalorian’s helmet, slightly shocked at the fact that he understood your sentiment toward being with others of your kind. He stares down at you and suddenly the sound of your heart beating is all you can hear.  

“Din,” the name is spoken so softly that think you misheard it.

“What?” you are breathless at the vulnerability you experience from being in this man’s presence.

“My name is Din,” he states and your mouth is dry from trying to formulate words to respond to the sacred words he had just spoken. Your thoughts run through your head at lightspeed, trying to decide if you were ready to let in someone new after all the hurt you had been through. Your breath quickens and you realize that you are not ready, not now. Guilt eats at you as you realize the fear consumes you, preventing you from sharing a small part of yourself after he bared his soul to you. Looking up at him, you feel helpless, no words escaping from you. He nods in understanding and gently squeezes your shoulder, moving to climb up to the cockpit so that you can pursue your next round of bounties. The ship jolts as it takes off, leaving you in the low lighting of the cargo hold with your thoughts. 

His name is Din. 

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Rescue (Rey x Reader)

Request: Not sure if you have done anything like this before (I’m way too lazy to look😂) but maybe a fic where the reader saves Rey with the others from Starkiller Base then from Kylo? Like in the Force Awakens by anon

Words: 2,800

A/N: I had to see the movie like three times again. But here it is, very long but hope you enjoy it!!!

The room was filled with pure tension as the inner circle of the Resistance gathered around the the map table, the hologram displaying the view of the surface of the Starkiller base, discussing in an urgent and very messy strategy session.

“Okay, how do we blow it up?” said Han Solo attracting all the eyes in the room to lie on him “There’s always a was to do that”

“Han’s right” confirmed General Leia leaving a surprised face on Han.

“In order for that amount of power to be contained, the base would need some kind of thermal oscillator…” you said looking at the hologram, processing the information of the functioning of the Starkiller.

“There is one” Finn, the new guy, rushed to said, all the eyes following him as he moved around the hologram “Precinct 47. Here” he said pointing at a hexagonal structure.

“If we can destroy that oscillator it might destabilize the core and cripple the weapon” you theorized.

“...Maybe the planet” said Major Ematt.

“We’ll go in there and we’ll hit that oscillator with everything we got” Declared Poe.

“They have defensive shields that our ships cannot penetrate” The Admiral Ackbar stated.

“We disable the shields” Han immediately said as if it was an obvious thing to do “Kid, you worked there, what do you got?” he told Finn.

“I can do it” Confidently spoke the young man, you didn’t know much about him except that General Leia trusted him.

“I like this guy” Han Solo said, a smirk forming on his lips.

“I can disable the shields. But I have to be there, on the planet” Finn continued, you glanced at him for a moment, there was something in his face that seemed suspicious to you, he gave you a nervous gaze before his eyes went back to Han.

“We’ll get you there” said the old man sure of his words.

“Han, how?” Leia said unsure.

“If I told you, you wouldn’t like it”

“So we disable the shields, take out the oscillator and we blow up their big gun. All right. Let’s go” commanded Poe.

While everyone splitted you followed Finn, finally stopping him in a not frequented hall grabbing him by the arm and forcing him to face you.

“What the…”

“Finn, right?” you cut him off as he slightly nodded. “Can you really do it? Disable the shields?” you interrogated.

“Yes…” he told you, the confident tone in his voice revealing a lie. You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms.

“Really? Fine, tell me how?”

Finn looked around scared someone would hear him before he learned to whisper his answer.

“Okay, I don’t know. But I’ll figure it out once I’m there.” he said “My friend Rey is there, I need to save her” he said sincere.

“You want to save her, then you need me” you told him. “I’m coming with you”

“Wait, why? I don’t even know you.”

“I know how to shut it down” you told him. “The shield”

“You worked…there?”

“No!” you answered almost offended by the thought of working for the First Order. “I’m a system engineer” you said as you started to walk towards the hangar, his feet following close.

“Alright” he said behind you. “So, at least I can know your name?”

“Call me Y/N” you told him.

Few minutes later you held tight to your seat as Han piloted his ship with pretty much trouble through the icy planet, crushing against trees more than once, slamming through branches until the ship crashed against the snowy, rocky ground. Not the best fly you’ve been.

“The flooding tunnels are over that ridge. We’ll get in that way” Finn announced as you hid, your bones freezing by the snow, the small blaster secure in your hands.

“What was your job when you were based here?” asked Han, he seemed to really trust Finn.

“Sanitation” murmured the guy.

“Sanitation?!” Han and you yelled at the same time darting at Finn. “Then how do you know how to disable the shields?” Han yelled close to the other man.

“I don’t” he said, his eyes looking over to you. “She knows, that’s why I brought her” Han Solo slowly watched over his shoulder and his gaze finally met yours.

“Please tell me you know how to, girl” Han told you “People are counting on us! The galaxy is counting on us…”

“Yeah, I know, Sir.” you firmly said “come on” you said already walking to the big Starkiller base.

*****

Sitting in the workstation your fingers moved through the controls searching non-stop for the shield.

"How long will this take?" said anxious Finn.

"Relax, Finn" you told him as you pressed some more buttons on the console, suddenly the panel beeped revealing the words 'Shield Disable Initiate'. "There, it's working" you told him proud of yourself.

"Solo if this works, we're not going to have much time to find Rey"

"Don't worry, kid." Han told him "we won't leave here without her"

"So how is this Rey everybody talks about?" You asked out of the blue, the curiosity invading your mind. Han smirked at you.

"As smart as you, Y/N" he said "I think you're gonna like her"

The controls beeped again 'Shield Disabled'

"The girl did it" Han grinned happily.

****

Hiding in a corner of the hall you waited next to the big wookie, Chewie. Finn trying to come up with a plan to find Rey. You kept your weapon close looking in every direction for trooper and then you spotted her climbing carefully inside the wall to the main level while Finn and Hand talked.

"Is it her?" You asked attracting their attention.

"Yeah, that's Rey" you heard Finn said before rushing through the endless and glossy halls of the base. Guiding you for a lot of corridors until you stopped in front of a rifle pointing at you.

The girl who held it, you supposed, was Rey. She looked so shocked, her eyes wide open with the sight of familiar faces, wondering if the four people before her were really there.

"Are you all right?" Han was the first one to approach, slowly guiding her to lower her weapon down.

"Yeah" she nodded

"Good"

"What happened? Did he hurt you?" Rushed to ask Finn.

"Finn. What are you doing here?" She said, by the way her eyes started to watered you could tell she was happy to see him and almost speechless.

Her gaze meeting yours for the first time, you admired her delicate face and her messy brown hair, now you knew why everyone was talking about her.

"We came back for you" you said as she stared at you confused, maybe a little surprised.

"Thank you" she murmured, her light brown eyes reaching for everyone of you.

"We don't have much time" you said.

"Escape now. Explain later" Han said and silently you follow him.

But there was no escape, as you stepped outside you caught the X-Wings flying all around, dodging and blasting the TIE fighters and the cannons. Some of them barely dodging the missiles, others without luck exploited. Your people, your friends dying in the sky as the clock kept moving and the big First Order weapon charged.

"They're in trouble" you told them "We can't leave"

"My friend here has a big bag full of explosives" Hand told you pointing at Chew. "Let's use' em"

***

After a short ride in a snow speeder Finn, Rey and you ran inside a small building, Rey reaching immediately to open a service hatch, you behind her following her actions with your gaze.

"That one" you told her pointing inside the mechanism. Her hand slipped inside and grabbed a piece of tech, easily pulling it away.

She turned to you, the distance between the two of you reduced at the metal piece she took from the machinery.

"You know your way around this tech" you told her smiling

"After years of stealing this pieces, you learn how it works" she said smiling back at you. Maker, what a beautiful smile this girl had. "I'm Rey" she told you.

"Y/N"

You kept looking into her eyes for a moment, Han was right she was so smart.

"Sorry to interrupt, we gotta get back with Han, now" Finn said irritated.

"Yeah, let's go" you said.

****

As the hatch opened your eyes caught a tall masked figure standing in the middle of catwalk that crossed the oscillator structure, the three of you got closer, holding the steel railing to look down at the man in front of this terrible man, there was Han firmly speaking to his son. You could see them, you could clearly hear this strange familiar reunion from the distance, you got to see the face of the man that terrified most of your friends, the face of Kylo Ren.

You stared speechless down at them as Han and his son talked. Then finally the younger man extended his weapon to his father. The hatch behind you suddenly shutted close, extinguishing the soft light that moments before fell in Kylo’s face. His Next move was fatal, as he ignited the dark weapon and it passed right through Han’s chest.

“No!!!” Rey yelled, her eyes already filled with tears that quickly fell from her face while you just gasped seeing the legendary Han Solo as his lifeless body fell into the big oscillator structure.

Chewie cried in agony for his friend and shot at Kylo in the side, his eyes looking in your direction as you contemplated the big explosion Chewie’s bombs blew up. Soon the structure was filled with white figures of stormtroopers blasting at you. Rey filled with pain started blasting back at them as blast hitted around her.

“Rey we have no time for this” you tell her. “Rey!” you told her but she didn’t move, she just kept blasting. In an urge to escape you wrapped your arm around her skinny waist and dragged her towards the exit, leaving the exploding oscillator behind.

“The Falcon’s this way” yelled Finn leading you to the snowy forest, running as fast as the snow and your emotions allowed it.

Until you couldn’t keep running. You slowly stopped out of breath, keeping the distance between the man in front of you. Kylo ignited his lightsaber lighting up the cold woods with a reddish light. Finn held on tight on a lightsaber you didn’t know how he got as Rey and you aimed your blasters to Ren.

“We’re not done yet” Kylo growled, is eyes full of anger glancing at Rey, who answered with pain in her voice.

“You’re a monster”

“It’s just us now, Han Solo can’t save you” Kylo said as if Finn and you weren’t even there.

Rey moved, ready to pull the trigger but with a gesture of Kylo’s hand the blaster flew out of her hand, and with another powerful move she flew back, slamming into a tree. She dropped then, her body landing hard in the cold snow.

“Rey!” you screamed in panic as you saw her body falling, such a big fear ran through your body thinking you had lost this girl, this total stranger you have just met and yet you felt so connected with, even if you have just known her for a minute you already adored her.

Finn ran to her side as concerned as you. With rage in your body you blasted against Kylo Ren, who easily dodged every intent of killing him with a swing of his saber. Annoyed with your desperate tries to kill him he gestures one more time with his hand sending you flying just like he did with Rey.

As your body hitted the hard ground you felt the agony in your body as your vision blurred slowly, the last thing you saw was Rey lying on the ground before the dizziness in your head closed your eyes.

The cold were freezing your bones as your eyes fluttered slowly open, your body aching as you tried to stand up.

“Rey…” were the first words that let your lips as you saw the empty ground space she was just before you fell unconscious. Your eyes looking desperate for her but the only thing you found was Finn’s body. “No, no, no…” you whispered under your breath as you approached to the guy, his back was completely hurt and by the look of it you could tell this was Kylo’s work. You turned him around and concerned placed your ear against his chest. There was a heartbeat, that was all you needed to hear. “I’ll go back for you, Finn, hold on” you told him even though you knew he was unconscious.

Then you grabbed a blaster and started running away through the frozen forest, you needed to find Rey.

The sounds of lightsaber crashing against each other guided you to them, Kylo and Rey fighting merciless lighting the night with the colors of their dangerous weapons, both panting and growling out of anger as the swing their laser swords, you were beyond impressed with her fighting skills, she was a natural with that lightsaber. Rey was having a bit of trouble handling the big man as he held his red saber very close to her.

“You need a teacher” you heard him said. “I can teach you the ways of the force”

“The force” she said and stopped for a moment, the determined she lashed out to him attacking until she turned the weapon making him fall back groaning in pain, the blood already flowing over his face, but that didn’t make him stop, he was immediately on his feet again rushing towards Rey.

“No!” you scream pulling the trigger blasting right at Kylo in his freshly hurted shoulder, he dropped the saber yelling in pain as you got closer to Rey.

"Y/N" she murmured as she saw you, surprised and relieved.

“Come on” you told her already pulling her to the opposite direction.

The ground shook under your feet, cracking before it broke leaving a big space between you and the big bad guy. You pushed Rey to keep going, running close to each other.

Finn was still unconscious, barely holding on to life when you arrived, both Rey and you suffering for the state of your friend. The planet was breaking under your feet, you knew this could happen and you were willing to die if that meant the Resistance would stand. Meeting Rey’s gaze you were sure she also knew there was no escape now. So you took her hand, warm compared with the cold temperature of the forest, unsure at first but then she entangled her fingers with yours and gave un a soft smile as the tears ran down her face.

The forest lighted up with a mysterious was as the engines blew a bit of snow over to you, watching over your shoulder you caught the Millenial Falcon flying very low, as it got closer to you as you saw the ship piloted by Chewie and you smiled at Rey, there was hope in her eyes, more than you have seen in a long time.

After helping Chewie carry Finn to the ship, you sat next to Rey inside the cockpit watching how well she knew this old ship. And finally you were off the Starkiller base that collapsed behind you. It was time to go back home.

“Y/N” Rey said in the middle of the fly.

“Yep?” you said looking into her eyes, a bit red by all the tears that left her eyes.

“I didn’t have time to tell you before” she said and you gave her a confused look “back in the woods… I don’t know what I would have done if you haven’t arrived”

“You would have kicked his ass, I’m sure.” you told her trying your best to cheer her up. She chuckled for a moment before she raised her voice again.

“Thank you, Y/N” she said as if no one ever had done such thing for her, the tears forming again in her eyes. You reached for her hand, giving it a small squeeze.

“Anytime” you told her, a smile finally taking over her lips as the Falcon continued in its way to the Resistance base.

For once everything seemed right, the Starkiller base was gone which meant many planets even systems were safe, the Resistance had won this fight that would be sure not the last but guaranteed a moment of peace, a breath for all of you. And you also had new friends, total strangers that meant a lot to you now, especially this girl sitting beside you with her bright smile and messy air, you were deeply grateful to find her.