and now without the chains that hold them prisoner to the past

TRILOGY THEORY/STORY

PART 1: RUN AND I NEED U MV

Let me get down right to it:

Jin, is the main character. Basically the trilogy revolves around Jin’s journey from being a boy to an adult which is why he was the one driving the truck ALL THE TIME. Now the remaining 6, Jimin, Namjoon, Taehyung, Jungkook, Yoongi and Hobi represents a part of Jin. I’ll go into more detailed explanation of things as I discuss the MVs one by one. As you read through, please bear in mind that all members are basically Jin.

RUN
It is the beginning of chaos. Tae going in the water symbolizes giving in to emotional confusion. Drowning in it. Youth, when they reached a specific age, begin to experiment—-try everything and see where the limit is. Hence, all those scenes where the boys where having fun (parties, causing traffic jam, vandalism, getting caught by police etc etc).

Also Namjoon found the butterfly card, BUTTERFLY SYMBOLIZES CHANGE. RESURRECTION. Namjoon was that part of Jin who first realized he needed to change some things in life and grow up. He was the Adult part of Jin.

Things to take note of:

Jimin often had a confused expression and often in the tub, depressed, burning the picture.

Jungkook was child-like. Trying to stop Yoongi’s anger. At a loss of what to do.

I am not going into so much detail with RUN and I NEED YOU bc both are basically just prologue of the shit that’s about to happen. However, I’d like to point out that JIN ISN’T DEAD. The reason he’s not in the polaroid is simply because HE DOES NOT FIT IN THERE ANYMORE. He isn’t a boy anymore.


I NEED U
This MV began to show the initial state of confusion Jin has to go through while growing up. He was holding flower petals, of a LILY to be exact. Lilies are often associated with death/funerals so it can represent a certain part of his life getting buried bc the petals were set on fire. After that, Jin curled on bed in fetal position which meant he was in a worried state probably because he felt like he’s leaving something behind and he was unsure of how to deal with it.

The chaos was introduced here.

Yoongi in bed, and eventually setting up the room on fire may literally mean getting ‘burned out’. Growing up is something Youth can’t avoid or ignore. Issues, crisis arise and so the ‘intense emotion’ was represented by the fire. Yoongi being in the room when he did it meant he was consumed by those emotions. 

Hobi taking pills. Excessively. It symbolizes the mental confusion Youth has to go through and he tries to depend on anything that can ‘cure’ this confusion. But as implied by the excessive pills, it wasn’t prescribed and can cause harm. The youth can find ‘temporary’ cure to their confusion but it doesn’t really solve anything.

Taehyung killing someone. UNINTENDED. When frustrations, intense emotion and mental confusion, Youth can become rebellious, feel so much angst and act violently without really thinking of the outcome of their actions. BASICALLY SOMETIMES YOUTH JUST LOSE THEIR SHT AND SHT HAPPENS.

Jimin in the bathtub. ALWAYS. He represents depression. Trying to lock himself up and drown in his sorrows, issues and conflicts. Burning pictures meant he wanted to forget the things that brought him into such state. It was implied he succumbed to depression when he eventually put himself(his face) idk how to call it, into the water completely.

Jungkook getting beaten up. Youth in such state can cause harm to their own body. There was a scene where Jungkook was getting beaten up by random strangers, he did fight them but just for a moment but he stopped and let himself get beaten—–there were cases where the Youth think they deserve to be treated in such a way because they are ‘trash’ I know you can understand me on this. We went through that phase ok.

Namjoon. He’s the ‘accepting’ conscious of Jin. Like the ‘adult’ side. I can’t find the right words but it was implied by him drinking coffee and smoking(lollipop was used but it represents cigarette ok). He’s accepting all the changes without thinking about it. Notice that he was the first one to come out from the MV and knocked on everybody’s door to start everything. He was the ‘FK IT TRY EVERYTHING’ side of Jin.

This MV focused on desolation, depression and everything sad. Memories of what used to be and what’s happening now, and the uncertainty of what’s going to happen in the future. Worries. Fears. Getting tired of everything.
REMINDER: ALL SIX ARE JIN. So basically they represent what he was going through. What YOUTH was going through. 


PART 2: THE 7 SHORT FILMS

The short films were basically a summary of both KOR and JAP MV. Before I go through the BST MVs. Please read this first to understand the Jin and the 6 persona living in him.

SHORT FILMS WERE THE KEY:

BEGIN #1
The child.
Namjoon said in the beginning “Opposite poles mingled during this time” meant this is the beginning of confusion—because the child started to recognize that there is another side of the world. And he doesn’t know yet what it is. He refused to let go of ‘boyhood’. Awakening of the devil inside him(shadow with wings appeared at the end of the clip)


LIE #2
Innocence.
The boy started to act differently in in different aspect of his life. When at home, when in school. When his with his mom or dad. The choreography for Lie- indicates choking, getting suffocated, getting hit by an unknown force(bc the boy is unsure of what’s happening yet but he is hurting). One scene—Jimin was scene one with the painting, the painting was a picture of a dark foggy forest: dark forest means 'lost your way’.
Right after that Jimin ate the apple, bc he’s lost and judgement is clouded. He started sinning(the apple). The camera which all the while was focused on him—-Jimin shifted the focus on the painting while he looked at it: One important meaning. HE WAS LOST. THE BOY WITH ALL THE CONFUSION. LOST HIS WAY.


STIGMA #3
The Devil.
Or the beginning of him. The boy was lost and so he started self-destruction. He cant see yet that he was destroying/hurting himself. At the beginning of the clip Namjoon said “Every individual must destroy before becoming himself”.  Because the boy was hurting, but also alive, he continued to bleed.  At one scene, Tae looked like he was getting beaten by someone invisible. The boy had no idea what to do so he resorted to aggression and violence.. The things he’d done in the past haunted him. But he wasn’t a devil yet,  which can mean a relative or a friend or someone close to him—-he still love them. But he was trapped in his own confusion, he built a prison around himself—eventually the ones close to him left or at least he thought they left him.

Take note of the chained phonebooth. It will be related later on.

The devil has awoken.


First Love #4
The Supporter/The Past/Savior
Self destruction continues because the boy don’t understand the reason behind why things are happening. At one point, Yoongi found the piano he used to love—-the piano , an old one, reminded the boy of how he used to be. The things he ignored. But something/someone summoned him away from the piano so he went out. A while later a car crashed on the shop, the piano was destroyed. Now think about this: if the boy didn’t hear the sound, he will still be inside that shop, he will be there when the car crashed on the piano, HE WOULD HAVE DIED IF HE STAYED. At this point, the boy started to see that THINGS HAPPENED FOR A REASON.


Reflection #5
The Beggining of Adulthood
After realizing a few things, the boy searched for answers. Reflect on his own life. Every bad thing/sin he did came to him (implied by Namjoon’s dialogue “frightful drunkards, robberies, murder, suicide”). Mirrrors, a room full of mirrors, he can see himself but he dont know who he is. The mirrors were shattered, SHATTERED MIRRORS MEAN SOMEONE OR SOMETHING IS SUMMONING YOU URGENTLY, and the phone rang so the boy came to answer the CALL—-but he cant because the phone booth where the phone was, was chained and it has a 'WAR’ written on it. The chained phone booth was a representation of his own self calling him but he still cant answer it because he was still locked and at 'war’ with himself. HE DISLIKES HIM. Of what he has become. But at least, he acknowledged it.

Now the phone booth was seen first on Stigma, no war written on it yet. That was when he started locking himself.


MAMA #6
Love
Being at war, of not loving himself, the boy went through depression, emotional and mental stress because he was aware of what’s happening by now but he cant find a way out. HE TOOK A LOT OF PILLS–pills can mean NEW RULES, THINGS he needed to swallow. He desperately wanted a way out banging the walls until he fainted. When he woke up, he was CALMER, he saw the light, HE SAW THE PAINTING OF THE DARK FOREST. HE SAW HE WAS LOST. Finally he knew he was lost. HE SMILED, he finally knew. He ate chocolate, chocolate is often a token oF LOVE. The painting of Dark Forest changed to a painting of mother and child with an EVA written on it. Eva literal meaning is LIFE.


AWAKE #7
HIMSELF(JIN)
“The bird fights its way out”. The boy spent some time alone on the table with just an apple 'contemplating’ whether to eat it or not. HE DIDNT. The apple fell on the floor and he went back to his room. The door had so much scratches which meant he was trying to go out before but unable to. However, he saw a bird outside, looked at the window just to see his reflection but it wasn’t a mirror, it was water. Water can mean rinsing off sin, renewal—and just after he touched the water, The door opened by itself, he went out. HE ALSO LEFT THE APPLE ON THE FLOOR. HE IGNORED IT(the sin). HE FOUND THE PAINTING OF THE BIRD——WHICH IS ALSO A SYMBOL OF ABRAXAS(God who can see both good and evil). AND WELL PROBABLY TRIED TO FIND HIS WAY OUT OF ISOLATION.

Things are finally clear.


PART 3: THE BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS MUSIC VIDEOS. 

BOTH ARE RELATED. And I may have shed blood sweat and tears dissecting this too.


NOW LET’S GET DOWN TO REAL  BUSINESS:
Korean Version:
This ones really difficult but I’ll try to explain it somehow. This is the beginning of EVIL. Youth or Jin being EXPOSED to the world, was naturally of course, EXPOSED TO BOTH GOOD AND EVIL. That’s where the real struggle starts—whether you would give in to the temptation of evil or choose to go to the good side. Or find a middle ground.

I’ll name each member’s role as early as now for better understanding:
JIN – Actual Person
Jimin – Innocence (remember how he’s always confused and gets dragged in RUN MV)
Jungkook – Childhood/child (at loss of what to do in RUN and I NEED U MV, bc basically he felt like he’ll be tossed aside once Jin grew up)
Namjoon – Adult/ Taker/Tempter
Taehyung – Devil
Hobi – Love
Yoongi – I cant find the exact word but he is the Guide, Supporter, Saviour. Was also thinking he’s representing The Past.

Jin was looking at the painting called ‘The Fall of the Rebel Angels’ and it’s just simply about the conflict between good and evil. It has both ANGEL and DEMONS in it. IT represents the inner battle inside Jin’s mind.

Notice how Jimin and Yoongi are always together. At the beginning of the MV, Yoongi gave Jimin a smack on the head jokingly, Jimin did not retaliate. Yoongi was riding a bike, Jimin and him were like playing around. Yoongi has repeatedly covered Jimin’s eyes, blindfolded, him to prevent him from seeing EVIL—— Yoongi was trying to protect Jimin’s(Jin’s) innocence. He doesn’t want innocence to know the presence of evil.

Second point about Jimin, the apple. Only Jimin has the apple all throughout the MV. He’s the only one who ate it(LIE-short film). Why? Because being the innocent one— he doesn’t know what the apple is(basically that’s ignorance) APPLE SYMBOLIZES SIN, TEMPTATION. (Like how Eve, tempted Adam to eat the apple and they both learned the good and bad and was chased out of paradise because the apple was supposed to be forbidden to eat.)

So he’s been holding on to it. Holding temptation close to him.

Jungkook is Jin as a child. He was constantly on a swing of some kind. Swing = childhood. Until The Adult/Tempter lured him. Children by nature are easily tricked.

Also from the LIVE Trilogy Teaser Jungkook was on a swing but he disappeared and the swing was on fire.

Namjoon and JK are also together, NJ reading a book to JK, indicating ‘superiority’ of NJ from JK. They are in the same room, with smoke. THIS IS IMPORTANT: THE SMOKE CAME FROM NAMJOON’S MOUTH AFTER HE DRANK THE ABSTINTHE——smoke(not from fire) in dreams are interpreted that YOU ARE UNDER CONTROL OF SOMEONE. In this case, Jungkook, the child, is under control of the tempter—-Namjoon. Also in the Japanese MV, JK blindly drank the absinthe Namjoon gave him, without complaint. LIKE A CHILD. He was corrupted in short.

Why would Namjoon corrupt JK? He was jealous of his childhood. He was the adult. He wanted to drag the child with him bc sees the child as a threat to adulthood.

Okay this is getting longer im gonna try to make it fast. So Hobi representing Love or maybe a mother’s/family’s love been aiming his bow and arrow at Tae, the devil—probably trying to save Jin.

Tae in the whole mv was ENTICING, well what can you expect from a devil? Looking for his chance to go all out. The thin cloth, and him jumping off the veranda simply means—follow him to hell(LMAO).

All of them head out of the museum, Yoongi dragging Jimin out. Namjoon and JK too. And jin was left with the devil. ALONE. Tae covered Jin’s eyes(denotes blind judgement). He made Jin see the huge statue with black wings. Made Jin kiss it—the kiss meant Jin’s submission to temptation.

If you realized, after Jin kissed the statue. Jimin’s blindfold was removed(innocence gone), the Pieta statue behind Hobi was shattered(love bye), JK became haram(childhood bye) and the devil revealed his broken wings and smiled in triumph.

BST (JAPANESE)
I think it’s basically a supporting video for the BST Korean Version. Jungkook waking up to see the broken wings mark on the bed meant he’s already corrupted by the Adult. Taehyung being the devil inside Jin, left both Jimin and Jungkook(innocence and childhood) behind.

The scene where Jimin walks away from Yoongi: HE AINT RUNNING AWAY. YOONGI DID NOT BOTHER TO CHASE AFTER HIM TOO. Yoongi being Jimin’s protector realized that he cannot protect Jimin forever and keep him blinded because both good and evil do exist. So he let him go to find himself. Innocence, without knowledge, is ignorance afterall.

TAKE NOTE, UNTIL THIS POINT EVERYBODY ARE A SEPARATE QUALITY OF JIN. THEY DON’T MIX.

The scene switched to Namjoon making JK drink the absinthe, and JK was obviously drugged. Jin was shown alone at the back of the truck—–his journey towards adulthood was in a slump.

He was sleeping. When JK drunk the absinthe, Jin was shown shifting UNCOMFORTABLY in his position. JK vomited, his body REJECTED the drug. At the same time, the other Jimin(who left from Yoongi) was trying to find his way to other Jimin, wiping off his mouth as if he was REGRETTING eating the apple. Jimin and JK were trying to stop the devil and put him back into hiding(hence the appearance of the cloth again). Hobi also appeared polishing his bow and arrow(getting ready to fight the devil again)—-ready to aim at Tae most probably.

Scene shifted to Jin punching Tae, the devil, Jin said sorry, BECAUSE TAE WAS HIM. THE DEVIL INSIDE HIM. HE WAS SAYING SORRY FOR HURTING HIMSELF.

THESE SUCCESSION OF SCENES probably represents the inner battle of Jin’s reasoning inside his head. He’s trying to fight the devil.

Tae, STABBED JIN. It may seem like the devil inside Jin triumphed over him but after Jin was stabbed. Glasses were shattered, Namjoon’s tempter expression changed into something softer, Jungkook laid down on the bed. Hobi and Jimin(love and innocence) danced together and Hobi tried to shoot his arrow at Tae again. And JIMIN FOUND HIMSELF and finally let go of the apple.

I believe this denotes that Jin finally acknowledge that both evil and good exist.

After knowing the truth, the other Jimin disappeared, Jin moved away from the cracks, Namjoon’s wounds were healed,  Jimin’s able to look at himself at the mirror, the green sky turned back to black and Jin was able to see the hole he WAS standing in.

In short, Jin’s clouded thoughts/confused emotions are fading. Or at least he finalyy understood what was happening to himself.

The hole in his heart was because the devil stabbed him—he hurt himself in the process of fighting and took a piece of him. He won’t be the same person again(?) I mean don’t we all. That’s part of becoming an adult.


In I Need U MV, – a lily was blooming on Jin’s chest—where the hole was. Lily, a kind of flower, can also mean resurrection and restored innocence.

At the end of the MV, Jin, met Namjoon(adulthood) and he said “It’s been a while”. You only say that to a person who’s gone and FINALLY BACK. JIN MANAGED TO FIND HIMSELF. Jin handed him an empty lighter. EMPTY LIGHTER. Means he’s done with all the sht, he no longer needed to play with fire.

PART 4: Spring Day and Not Today

At this part: The Devil is no longer a devil. The problem was resolved in BST MVs. Basically Tae, the devil, was just a representation of evil when one dont know how to control it.

SPRING DAY
I’ll just go through the main points. Im sleepy and tired.

After winning his inner battle between good and evil. Jin’s on a journey to find ‘new’ happiness—represented by Omelas and the train.

Jimin looking at the sea—sea can mean life and hardships. And he was holding an old pair of shoe that he can’t wear anymore. It’s not anyone’s show but his.

Jin was piercing Jimin’s(innocence) ear. And Hobi(love) and Yoongi(the past) were hanging out tgt brushing teeth—affectionately poking Yoongi’s cheek. It can mean that Jin isn’t ignorant anymore. And than he learned to love his past.

The adult and The Devil(NJ and Tae) were seen laughing side by side too. I think Spring Day is a representation that Jin was able to get hold of his personas and create harmony instead of fighting.

Jin making gestures as if he was taking a picture but he is not holding a polaroid anymore and all 6 of them disappeared. Tae walking on the railway, Jimin walking away from the sea, birthdays – are all symbolism of GROWTH. GROWING UP AND MOVING ON.

Jin was washing doing laundry, when Yoongi’s part was shown—Yoongi was IN the washing machine(as mentioned in one the MV shooting before). Therefore it can mean that Yoongi(the past) was being cleaned/purified/washed.

Hobi(love) on top of the moving train, was the aspect that helped Jin to move forward.

While Jungkook, most of the time was simply standing alone. Staring at an old idl carousel(or something similar)—which meant the child in Jin can only watch as he grow up. At some point, JK was watching everybody walk around him(past paced) and joined them—I believe it meant Jk(the child in Jin) came into terms that he cant be a child forever and joined the other personas to create harmony.

At the beginning of the MV, Tae(devil) was seen kneeling on the rail as if ‘embracing or like leaning his head on railway. There was also a scene where he was walking on it—he accepted growing up. The devil in Jin finally came to terms with himself and learned that violence and aggression was not the solution.

Spring Day is about finding himself again. Finding his new self. After letting go of certain things from his childhood. Jin is slowly coming to terms with being an adult.

Also in the scene where JK was holding the lighter then the fire was put off then he was alone——-meant an end of a chapter in his life. But then the fire was lit up again but this time all the members behind him—–meant a new chapter. And he isn’t alone anymore.

Pile of clothes can mean the stack of memories? Past? Comfort Zone but you need to step out of it. Let it be memories of the past. And all of them were inside the washing machine meant each aspect gone through some renewal(rinsing off).

Jimin hanging the shoes on the tree (teary eyed) meant he’s willing to let go of the things that are not fitted to him anymore. Just like the clothes.

Tree symbolizes growth too and transformation. The pair of shoe has now become 'part’ of the tree. It will be there, but just a piece of your memory. Something that helped you grow and be a new person.

Do note that everybody seemed to be supporting Jimin at the end. Jin’s different personas—–learned to mix together rather than separately working/fighting. Creating harmony inside Jin.


NOT TODAY:
Not a lot of plot twist. But the men in black were the shadows of the past chasing them but now there is a change in attitude. No longer confused and haunted compared to the beginning of Trilogy.


MAIN POINT:
The scene where all of them got shot except for Jungkook but zoom into Jungkook’s eye and he saw himself holding a gun—-IT MEANS HE ALREADY KNOW WHO IS THE ENEMY. HIMSELF. Remember everyone of them are Jin. I may be wrong but think of Jungkook as Jin. Try not to see them as separate individuals. I dont want to think to deeply as to why Jungkook was the one when it could be Jin himself. (it can be as simple as Jungkook just fitted that role and looked good in running the best tbh lmfao)

Not sure if the illuminati was intended but let’s just say it was—meant he can finally see what he needed to do because he has acknowledged who the enemy was. Therefore it will no longer defeat him. He no longer need to hurt himself.

The scene where everybody was shot but Bangtan stayed up behind meant they have become 'bulletproof’ or strong enough to take on bullets life throws at them like an adult.

And the shadows that used to chase them 'danced’ with them. This represents that experiences you had in the past should be a tool for youth to grow and learn(refer to Spring Day).  The memories of the past was not supposed to haunt  but make them stronger thus the pose at the end where everybody held hands taking bulletshots? Or firing guns!

Simply put, it’s like saying “YEAH LIFE COME AT ME, I AM READY. IM NO LONGER THE CHILD I USED TO BE”

HAPPY ENDINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG (I admit I rushed this part so it may have a lot of holes but it was alrd 5 AM)

Thank you for reading all 4 parts. I was aiming for something relatable and easy to understand theory without the use of too much reference to the technicalities like Demian, Omelas, The paintings and their painters bc that’s too much to understand.

Also dont you just love it when all the symbolism they used like butterfly, lily, train, shoes, railways, water, mirror, tree all point at the same things: change, resurrection and growth.

I also did the interpretation for PROLOGUE if you are interested: here


YEAHHHH IM FINALLY FKN DONEEEEE

So Much Closer

There are three types of reunions for Bellamy and Clarke.

a/n: Contains spoilers for the S4 finale. This three-pronged-reunion was something I mentioned in a conversation with @notyourdaisybuchanan, and thus: this fic. Title from Transatlanticism.

The first time Clarke sees him again, she can’t breathe.

His hair is sheared short, his shoulders thinner, but the way he carries himself as he disembarks the Eligius ship is unmistakable, even with the shackles binding his wrists and ankles. He scowls at the man in a uniform who pushes him down the ramp, and that’s familiar, too.

Clarke is crouched close to the drop of the cliff face, rifle by her side, and all the air catches in her lungs when Bellamy turns her direction. The people around him are staring at the sky, the burned twigs and new foliage just beginning to sprout, squinting against the light of the sun, but he’s scanning the treeline methodically, eyes shifting closer and closer to her little patch of green. Her chest feels like a balloon filled to bursting, so tight it’s painful.

She crawls as far out on the ledge as she safely can, pulled by the same string tied tight around her heart, and watches the light glance off his cheekbones. A sharp bite to her lip just barely keeps her from crying out when he looks at the space she’s hunched among the brush and suddenly halts. He stands stock still for a moment, his eyes so wide that Clarke would swear she could see the whites even from this distance.

When was the last time she took a breath?

A woman with a baton comes up behind him and nudges his back. He stumbles forward, eyes yanked to the rocky path, and all the air rushes out of her in a whisper.

“Bellamy.”

It sounds too loud in the calm of the grove and she slinks back, letting a branch fall in front of her face. She can still see him crane his neck around as the line keeps walking, a chain of people filing out behind him, his eyes searching the spot where she stood.

Clarke lets herself watch for one heartbeat more, then turns back towards the rover. The path weaving amongst the tree trunks doesn’t take much of her focus anymore and she’s grateful for the familiarity now.

They have work to do.

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Guardian (XII)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jongdae / Baekhyun

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3,833

Summary:  You keep seeing the same guy everywhere you go. In the coffee shop, on the streets, in your philosophy class. It’s getting to the point where you think he’s stalking you - only to realize that maybe there’s something much more mysterious at play here. (AU: Jongdae is your guardian angel)

Originally posted by kai-tastrophe

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The King-part 3

The King Masterlist

Summary- Queen Gwendolyn has been hiding something from King Negan. (medieval AU)

Word Count- 4k

Warnings- Punishments, Anal Stuff, It’s just mostly smut…

Author’s Note- This is for a request “can you possibly write for king Negan and Gwen if she found out she finally got pregnant” So here ya go, Anon! Hope you like it. Also…I live for comments and reblog. Even if you just add a gif. I love that…like I look at all of my story reblogs just to see…

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If I forgot to tag you, I apologize. I really need to reformat all my tag lists. It’s getting confusing. Just send me a note. Thanks!

Originally posted by kosem-sultan

The entire castle was gathered in the courtyard awaiting to celebrate the arrival of King Negan. He had been gone for three months destroying a herd of unholy creatures that had decimated villages on the outskirts of a neighboring kingdom, feeding off the living, leaving nothing but mangled corpses for scavengers to feast upon. Negan had ridden off with his Saviors to rid the world of these monsters they called walkers.

Queen Gwendolyn’s back ached as she stood. They had been gathered for what seemed like hours ever since their banners had been spotted along the horizon. Negan probably loved making all his subjects wait, sadistic man that he was. Finally, the trumpets sounded as they rode through the gate.

Although she knew her husband and his knights were the most fearsome of warriors, she had worried for him while he was gone. She had not had any communication from him since he left. No letters. No notes. Nothing but a messenger sent to ride ahead a few days ago to herald their return. The concern she had once felt for him was quickly overpowered by fear.

She discreetly tugged at the neckline of her blue bodice. Even though she had let her dresses out, her breasts strained against the fabric. She clasped her hands in front of her hoping her long belled sleeves would cover the evidence of her secret since her skirts no longer hid the small tell-tale curve of her abdomen where the next heir of the kingdom grew. Whispers were spreading, but still, she had not announced the joyous news.

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YOU CAME AFTER ME

Kai Parker x Reader
word count
: 2 842
summary : Reader goes searching for Kai in the woods during full moon.
note : This was the other idea for ‘ I See The Light’ but in the end I switched it up. Also this story is kind of connected to ‘ Under The Stars’ too.
*not my gif
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Full moon.
On those days usually all her friends spent together in the Salvatore house , just in case Tyler got lose from the Lockwood cellar. None of them wanted to encounter his toxic werewolf teeth , specially with Klaus being all the way in New Orleans. Y/N went to the Grill to pick up some curly fries and bring them over to the Salvatore’s and enjoy a nice evening with all of them. Except when she got there , there was someone missing.
“Where is Kai ?” asked Y/N, taking out a pack with curly fries from the paper bag she had gotten from their favourite place. “Isn’t he supposed to be here by now ?”
“He .. is not coming.”
“What do you mean he is not coming ?” wondered Y/N , bracing her hands on the Damon’s fancy alcohol table. “It’s full moon. I know you are not his biggest fans but he is a vampire now. If something -”
“If something happens to him we will have one less problem to deal with.” said Damon taking a sip from his bourbon with a smirk on his face. “The way I see it - its a win win either way.”
Y/N sighed in frustration and turned on her heels , walking towards the front door. If none of her friends cared enough to do something , then it was up to her to find him and get him to safety … somehow.
“Where are you going ?” called out Stefan.
“To find my friend and keep him from being torn apart by my other friend.” she said , not bothering to turn around.
Caroline flashed in front of her blocking her way.
“Y/N , stay here. You may be a human but that won’t stop Tyler from attacking you if he sees you in the woods.”
“Ahhh … so Tyler is in the woods and not chained up and thats why Mr. its-a-win-win over there is being so chipper.” she crossed her hands on her chest. “Move Caroline. You might not care about what happens to Kai but I do.”
“Why ?” she wondered. “He literally killed his entire family less than 3 months ago. Why do y-”
“I care Caroline. Okay.” she snapped , leaning in to whisper in her ear. “Also your boyfriend kind of killed most of his family too so … stop judging.”
Y/N pushed her way past a very startled looking Caroline and a moment later she was already outside running into the woods. Y/N didn’t know where exactly Kai would be , only thing she knew was that she had to find him. Of course Damon would try and cross him again. Kai crosses Damon and Bonnie back in the Prison World , then they cross him and again. Trapped in a never ending ‘you cross me , I’ll cross you back’ circle. She didn’t even know who was the first that got it all started. Her friends never gave Kai a chance. Among all of them Y/N had been the only one not to judge him and accept him for who he is , giving him the chance he had asked for. If they had , they’d know Kai was actually a really nice person , a total goofball, kind and loving. At least with her he had always been that way.
The deeper into the woods she ran , the more her determination to find him grew. Even more so each time a wolf hawl could be heard , breaking the silence. Y/N kept running , tripping over a couple of times but she didn’t care.
“Kai ?” she called out , stopping for a moment to look around.
Trees. Just trees , the occasional owl and dozens of dried leafs and pine needles everywhere cruching under her feet as she ran. Not even for a moment she thought that she should’ve stayed at the house. Y/N was exactly where she had to be , even if that was in the middle of nowhere trying to track an all powerful vampire / witch hybrid. She broke into a sprint again , tripping over a tree root. Her shoulder rubbed against one of the trees , ripping her sleeve yet she kept running not stopping for a second. Ignoring the warm blood trickling down her shoulder.
“How big are those woods?!” she stopped , bending over and resting her hands on her knees. Y/N looked around hearing for the 10th time a wolf’s howl. Her eyes fluttered closed as she tried to figure out from where the sounds were coming and then broke into a run all over again. All of the sudden someone grabbed her and pinned her to a tree , the person’s hand covering her mouth. Then her eyes adjusted and she saw just who she was looking for.
“Are you trying to get yourself killed ?” whispered Kai. Out of everything he could’ve expected to happen that night , finding Y/N bleeding was not one of them. Damon had tricked him , saying they’d be hanging out at the swimming hole and he had fallen for it thinking that maybe , just maybe they were starting to warm up to him. Apparently not. Only person who cared was Y/N , but running into the woods on a full moon considering she was just a human was more than reckless. It was absolutely borderline insane. Y/N struggled against him , trying to speak. Finally her hand managed to remove his off her mouth.
“I am actually trying to prevent you from getting torn apart by a werewolf.” she said in a hushed voice , running her fingers through her hair. The relief of finding him , more like him finding her rushed through her body so fast it made her a little dizzy. It hadn’t hit her how much she truly cared about him and how much she loved him until the moment her eyes had met his a second ago. “Come on. We have to go. Now.”
Y/N took a few steps reaching for Kai’s hand when suddenly something tackled her on the ground. Tyler. He was in a wolf form , his mouth snarling at her and it looked like he was trying to bite her face off. She struggled , trying to keep his teeth away from her and avoid the spit that came with it. Only one thought pushing through her mind. Y/N didn’t care what would happen to her as long as he got away safely.
“Run Kai!” she shouted. “RUN!”
Kai stood there frozen for a moment , looking at Tyler on top of Y/N , ready to bite her head off . It felt as if an important detail from his relationship with her had surfaced in his mind. Y/N was about to be torn apart by a wolf , one of her closest friends too, but the only thing she cared about was Kai getting away. She cared about him so much she was ready to give her own life just to make sure he got away safely. Thing was - Kai was prepared to do the same for her. Ever since she had walked into his life , everything had changed. His entire life had shifted completely. How hadn’t he realised it before ? Without Y/N in his life , his existance was meaningless. He couldn’t leave her , he didn’t want to and wasn’t planing on it either.
“Motus.” muttered Kai , pushing Tyler off Y/N with magic. “Bad doggy.”
Tyler went flying across the clearing , hitting one of the trees so hard , the tree cracked and started to fall. He whimpered in pain but quickly recovered and growled at them. Kai grabbed Y/N in vampire speed , whoosing them a few meters away before pulling her into his arms holding her tightly. Her eyes showed surprise and something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
“Are you okay ?”
Y/N only nodded , feeling shaken from what had just happened. Her mind kept spinning trying to make sense of what had happened. Kai could’ve easily left her there, but he hadn’t even tho she had told him to run. Y/N had always known there is good in him yet she was still surprised. Her entire life there hadn’t been a single person willing to face certain death for her. Things could’ve gone in a completely different direction - Tyler could’ve jumped back at Kai , tackled him on the ground and Y/N wouldn’t have been able to do anything stop it.
“Why are you looking at me like that ?” she wondered , noticing how Kai was looking at her as if seeing her for the first time. Something flashed in his eyes for a second , too fast for her to completely understand what it was.
He cleared his throat , ignoring her question.
“Lets get out of here.” said Kai , a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He held onto her tightly and whooshed them away out of the woods and into his apartment. Kai pushed his feet off the ground with every ounce of strenght he had , landing on the open balcony. A moment later he let Y/N sit down down on the couch and went to find a first aid kid to clean her wounds. On his way , Kai took out a blanket for her to make sure the chill coming outside the open window wouldn’t get her sick. He’d be damned if he let any harm come to her. Ever.
“You are absolutely crazy.” he muttered sitting down on the couch next to her , opening the med kit. “What were you thinking running into the woods on a full moon with a werewolf on the loose ?! Tell you what - you weren’t thinking at all ! How can you be so reckless ?!”
“You. I was thinking about you.” she said quietly.
Kai stopped for a moment and stared at her attempting to process her words.
“Me ? You - you ran into the woods because of me ?” he wondered , a nervous smile on his face. Y/N could hear the surprise in his voice. “I am a hybrid. Your buddy Tyler can’t kill me that easily. You however - he most certain can. Werewolfs have no control over themselvs when they transform. You could’ve been torn apart. Why …why would you risk it?”
Y/N sighed , gazing into his eyes. Something had changed in them , there was a warmth she hadn’t seen before. And worry. Of course he was right - he could take care of himself but the thought of losing him scared her to death. Way more than any vampire , original , werewolf or any other supernatural creature ever could.
“Because … I couldn’t bear losing you.”
Kai felt his breath get hitched in his throat at her words. Her voice was a little louder than a whisper but the way she said it - lovingly , as if thats the most important thing she had said in his life. He wanted to say something to her but instead he just kept cleaning up the wound on her shoulder , which seemed to be a bit deeper than he had expected. Y/N flinched in pain a couple of times. Her words playing on the repeat in Kai’s mind the entire time.
What does that mean ? wondered Kai.
He pulled out a bandage and covered the wound.
“You know , that would heal a lot faster with vampire blood.” he said. “At least you don’t need stitches. I’ve never stiched a wound before. I bet that would’ve hurt like hell.”
Y/N’s eyes were fixed on his and it was like she hadn’t even heard him. (Truth to be told , she had been so lost in his eyes she hadn’t heard a single sylable of what he had said.) Kai found himself drawn to her , more than ever as if everything he felt towards her had been magnified. He brushed the palm of his hand against her cheek , the corners of his mouth twitching hearing her heart starting to race the second he touched her. Y/N leaned into his hand , her eyes drifting between his eyes and his lips. Kai was leaning in towards her and either he was imagining it or she was leaning in towards him too. Their lips met in a soft gentle kiss at first and Kai slowly backed her against the couch until he was nearly on top of her. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she pulled him closer to her. The kiss getting more and more demanding by the second. Their lips moved in perfect sync with each other , as if that wasn’t their first kiss. With each moment Kai felt hunger burn inside him , a different kind of hunger. He wanted her. To kiss her , touch her and have her in his arms forever. There was no version of his life without her in it. Not anymore. Y/N flinched in pain feeling her shoulder glazing against the armrest of the couch.
“Ouch.”
Kai laughed under his breath helping her back into sitting position and bit his wrist. There was no hessitation , no questions - their eyes met in a silent exchange and Y/N’s fingers held around his wrist as she was feeding on him , feeling his warm blood trickle down her throat. A blink of an eye later her shoulder stopped hurting and all her scratches closed.
“Thank you.”
“Any time.” he said clearing his throat. Kai got up taking the blood covered cotton balls and the rest of the first aid-trash , throwing it in the bin in the kitchen. Kissing her had felt amazing. Electrifying. He had never thought a kiss could feel like that. A moment later he returned to the living room and saw she wasn’t there. Part of him felt crushed thinking maybe he had scared her off. Then he saw her standing on the balcony. A blanket covering her shoulders as she stared at the night sky. Her heart was racing and he wondered why that was.
“Enjoying the view?” asked Kai , standing barely a step away from her. Y/N turned towards him with a smile on her face and a glow in her eyes. Was he imagining it or did she move closer to him ?
“Maybe.” she said shyly smiling at the ground. The night sky covered with twinkling stars and the full moon ahead was beautiful but seeing Kai made her heart stop for a moment. The memory of their first kiss sent butterflies in her stomach.
Kai wanted nothing more than to kiss her again but he wasn’t sure she’d want that too. Then her hand reached for his , holding onto him tightly. His finger traced her jawline , tilting her chin up a bit until her eyes met his.
Y/N’s breath got caught in her throat. It had been a few minutes but she could still feel the lingering feeling of Kai’s soft lips on hers. The feeling of electricity coursing through her , waking up ever fibre in her body getting more magnified with him standing this close to her now. Touching her.
Kai gave her hand a little squeeze and a smile spread across his face.
“What are you thinking about ?” she wondered.
“You.” he said simply. “The bravest human in all of Mystic Falls. So brave she thought she can take on a werewolf on a full moon without any weapons or anything. Not even a cellphone.”
“I am not that brave.” she said quietly.
He brushed his palm against her cheek and the moment he touched her , Kai could hear her heart rate turn uneven - skipping a beat and then beating like a hummingbirds wings and skipping a beat here and there again.
“Yes. You are.” he said , pausing for a moment. “I never said 'thank you’ for coming to look for me…”
“..and almost getting myself killed.” she laughed nervously.
“Almost.” he smiled , gazing into her eyes.
A long moment passed and then Kai leaned in , their lips meeting again. The blanket fell off her shoulders onto the ground. Y/N didn’t need it. All she needed was Kai. Her hands hooked around his neck , rubbing the hair on the back of his neck while his hands snaked around her waist pulling her closer to him. It was as if a someone had started a wild fire and none of them minded being burned by it. Kai backed her against the small balcony door , not breaking the kiss for a second. His body pressed against hers wanting to feel every inch of it against his. Then suddenly he pulled away. Y/N’s hand hung in the air , her eyes still closed for a moment. When she opened them Kai was standing in front of her , smiling widely at her. He was waiting for her to say something , only she was at a lost for words.
“Damn.” she whispered smiling. Y/N took a step towards him and pushed her feet off the ground , jumping into his arms the next second. Her legs hitched around his waist. “Can we … um … would you -”
“Kiss you again ? Sweetheart , I won’t ever stop.”
“Then what are you waiting for?“she smiled.


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Request: “can you do something where the resistance captures hux and has him as prisoner, and the reader is the only one who is kind to him. (brings him food and water, cleans him up after he’s been tortured or something idk) then one evening the reader finds out they’re gonna execute him the next morning so that night she goes to his cell and he’s like “um why are you here” and reader tells him what the resistance has planned and that she’s gonna help him escape? and maybe he asks her to go with him?”

Pairing: Armitage Hux x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: torture, etc.

Originally posted by andyschest

No amount of briefing could have prepared you for the sight that greeted you as the prisoner cell door slid open. Your knees shook unsteadily when you approached the figure, his shirt ripped open, revealing the jagged scars cut deep into his chest. You were to give him a small portion of food and water, just enough to keep him alive. But the longer you kept your eyes on the knocked-out ginger, the more you felt how wrong this was. The Resistance were the good guys, right? Then why would they leave a person in such a state, even considering what he had done?

The next day you snuck in a small med-kit, along with a lot more food and water. The guards didn’t even bother to check, they were just there to stop him from leaving. You shivered at the thought of them probably letting in a few soldiers who wanted to blow off steam onto their new human punching bag. The General stirred on the second day you tended to him, his darkened eyes watching you carefully as you scrubbed the dried blood from his torso.

“At least they want me to look pretty for the next round of torture.” His tone was spiteful, his piercing blue eyes staring through you like a hot knife.

You cringed at how rough his voice sounded, picking up the bottle of water you had brought. You pressed it to his lips, but they wouldn’t budge.

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Bluepulse Fanfiction Masterpost

perfect arrangementsIt had seemed logical, practical even, for them to become roommates. They were already familiar with the others’ annoying habits, they liked the same snack food, and they were comfortable around each other. It was the perfect arrangement, aside from one minor caveat. Bart fell in love.

False Dawn: It was his smile, his touch, his warmth… but it wasn’t him.Hollow, mind-numbing panic begins to percolate through Bart’s skin. His heart throbs, shuddering in attempts to break free of the prison his chest has suddenly become. The back of his throat tastes caustic from the hot surge of bile. He swallows it back down, clearing his throat. “How long?” Some part of his mind, the logical part, already knows, but he can’t accept it. Isn’t willing to. He wants to foolishly believe it hasn’t been that long, because that makes the taste of guilt milder, but he knows, he knows. Rated: M

Touch: Contrary to popular belief, Bart doesn’t especially like touching people. In the future, the more you kept to yourself, the less chance you had of angering the wrong person and finding yourself at the receiving end of a knife or a gun, or worse yet, a plasma cannon.It’s not that he likes touching people. He just likes touching Jaime. Whether it’s curling his fingers around Jaime’s wrist to get his attention, or slinging an arm over his shoulder, the feeling is the same. The brilliant, warm sensation of holding a sparkler from the wrong end, that’s what makes Bart want to keep touching Jaime. Rated: K

Fear of Falling: “Jaime?” Bart’s voice sounds absolutely wrecked; raw and hoarse, as if his lungs have been irreparably damaged from screaming. Smears of soot and grime discolor his pale skin, covering the parts of his face not protected by the mask. There’s a hollowness in his gaze. His eyes are a brilliant green with gold striations, but it looks as if someone sucked out all the life from them. They’re dull, matte, the kind of eyes one would find belonging to a corpse.“It’s okay,” Jaime breathes, expression hitched somewhere between pained and worried. “It’s okay.” (I’m okay.)“T-they said one of the squads got captured,” Bart whimpers. Jaime’s not sure why Bart’s relaying all of this to him. After all, he received the very same speech from Aqualad. Hearing it again is tedious and unnecessary. Still, he keeps silent. “I thought it was yours."  Rated: M

Do You Remember, Did You Forget: He knows he isn’t real. He knows he doesn’t exist. But still, he dreams. Reincarnation AU. Rated: K

12 Days of Bluepulse: Christmas prompts for twelve days of ficmas. 

Timeworn Vestiges: (Harry Potter AU) Jaime’s gaze flitted from Bart’s wide-set green eyes to the object in his hand. Suspended from a tarnished chain was a minuscule pendant with an hourglass affixed to its center. Bart’s knuckles were paling from gripping it so tightly, clutching it as if it were his lifeline, or the most precious thing in the world. "Is that—?” “A time-turner." Rated: T

Rumor of Us: Bart comes out to Wally whilst seeking relationship advice.

I Have a Tromboner For You: Highschool AU where Jaime’s in the marching band and Bart’s on the Track Team. Basically, awkward dorks being awkward dorks.

Coffeeshop AU: A little drabble of what would be a super cute AU.

Bank-Vault Revelations: Trapped in a high-tech vault that Bart can’t phase through, and Jaime’s armor isn’t compatible with, they spend the time sorting through their feelings… in various ways. /suggestive eyebrows/ Rated: T

The ‘Previous Engagement’ Ring: Bart doesn’t quite grasp the concept of wedding traditions, and it doesn’t help that both he and Jaime are late to their own wedding. Rated: K+

Heavy Heart, Heavy Lungs: Bart’s heart feels too heavy in his chest, and he hates that he gave himself something to lose. Moded!Jaime. Rated: T

Hum of a Heartbeat: (Uncompleted) A broken shadow. A buried past. A lesson written in bloodshed. Suddenly everything Bart Allen escaped from comes rushing back, but this time things will be different. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3. Rated: T

Black Boot: His heart plummeted. It took all the willpower he could muster to focus his eyes on a broad, black boot without sprinting in the opposite direction. Time travel is catching on, apparently. Rated: K+

Arachnophobia: "So you have a fear of all bugs?” Jaime inquired, mildly surprised. Blushing, Bart leaned close to his ear and murmured, “Well, I don’t so much mind beetles anymore.” Rated: K

Fear Toxin: The Team is exposed to Scarecrow’s fear toxin, though some are affected more than others. Rated: T

Morality and Mortality: “Blue.” Bart can’t help the hopeful edge that seeps into his voice. He knows that Jaime is gone, Jaime is dead, but sometimes facing the monster that is reality is too hard. Moded! Jaime Rated: T

Champurrado:  Comfort fic, ethnic drinks, kisses, this is a terrible summary. Rated: K+

A Penny For Your Thoughts: Warning: May not contain plot. Spoiler: Does not contain plot. Rated: K

Hunger Games AU: unoriginal fic is unoriginal  Rated: T

Was this a date?: Yes, this most definitely was. Rated: K+  

First Kiss: When the need for oxygen finally kicks in, their lips pull away, but their bodies don’t. Rated: T

Scars: Bart inhales sharply, but Jaime doesn’t take notice. He’s too enraptured by the crosshatching of scars on the speedster’s otherwise smooth body. Rated: T? K+? Like I have any idea how ratings work. 

13 Things: It’s after Bart’s sped through his vows, and hundreds of eyes fixate on him, that Jaime freezes. ~Bluepulse wedding~ Rated: K.

Caught the Bug:  Just a little drabble where Milagro and Khaji pick on Jaime. Rated: K

Broken Toy: Onmode!Jaime notes that it’s no fun playing if they’re already broken. Rated: T

Second Chances: A fatal injury, and the knowledge that the future is now out of second chances. Rated: T

First Valentine’s: 'Soft.’ Despite the number of times Bart had watched Jaime bite his lips raw out of stress or nerves, his lips were unbelievably soft. So much for boycotting Valentine’s Day. Rated: K 

Running:  For someone who finds running easier than breathing, the only question weighing Bart down is 'how long can he keep running?’ Rated: T

Capture: Bart is captured by the Light and Jaime feels at fault. Rated: K+ 

This is a masterpost for my Bluepulse fanfictions, in case anyone is interested. I’ll continue to update this as I write more. You can also find me on FFN and AO3. Thanks for reading, and for all the prompt requests ^.^

Tell Me Why - Bodhi Rook

Anonymous said:

can i have a star wars request ? where the reader is part of the empire (she is badass and has a bad character) During one of her missions she is captured by the rogue one, And bodhi remembers her because he used to have a crush on her ? Thank XX ❤️

Originally posted by semisweetshadow

Took my own kinda spin to this….


You woke up with a jolt. The feeling of cold metal against your arms sent shivers down your spine. Your wrists, you found out, were shackled with chains that were attached to the walls. You pulled, willing your strength to break the melding. You pulled with no result.

“It won’t work,” you spun your head away from the chain with a hiss. Your eyes met with the brown eyes of a Rebellion commander. You snarled to yourself and turned your attention back to the contraption holding you back. Your physical training, a requirement in the Empire’s ranks, yielded no reward. You let out a small huff, but didn’t give up.

“We caught you infiltrating the base,” the commander started, “we assume to gather information. But why would the Empire send their greatest, strategic asset?” The man started to pace along the cell bars, safe from your rage. The way he described you, in regards to the Empire, made your blood run cold. The Rebellion had intel on you, your work, and most likely your past.

“You don’t know anything, space trash,” you hissed through gritted teeth. The commander huffed and shook his head. Your eyes followed him as he walked; he paced like a Captain in his ship. Perhaps you were being interrogated by a Fulcrum Spy.

“You’re Y/N L/N, an Imperial General who is specialized in strategy and,” he paused, “torture of war criminals.” You swallowed hard at his words. “Now,” he stopped walking, “tell me why you went all this way?” You stared into his eyes, seeing a coldness that mirrored your own.

“You’d make a violent Imperial,” you said, still holding eye contact. The man’s face fell in that moment and you knew you hit a nerve. “Your kills don’t haunt you anymore do they?” You continued to taunt him, knowing what to push and pull. The captain stood up and stepped away from the bars of the cell. You felt a sly smile rest on your features as he stormed out.


“She read me,” Cassian spat when the containment door shut behind him. “Read me like a holocron.” Mon Mothma stayed through the window at the prisoner. She watched as the Imperial pulled mercilessly at the chains holding her back. Cassian stood beside the Senator, waiting for an order. Mon let out a small sigh.

“Shall we send in a droid,” Cassian suggested. Mon turned to glance at him, a spark in her eyes. He had obviously crossed a line.

“We are not the Empire, Captain Andor.” Cassian nodded at her correction, feeling that maybe the prisoner was right about him; but before he could follow that thought any further, the hallway door flew open. Cassian turned around to see Bodhi, his hair wild and cheek flushed from running. The winded pilot was followed by Jyn, who also looked flushed.

“I tired to stop him,” Jyn started but Cassian was distracted by Bodhi. The pilot pressed himself close to the glass window. His large brown eyes watched the girl in the cell. Mon Mothma stepped towards him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“What is it, Mr. Rook?” Bodhi continued to study the girl before turning to Mon. He held her gaze with a confidence he was unaware he possessed.

“I know her,” he said, “let me talk to her.” Cassian’s eyes widened and he stepped forward. Mon stared intently into Bodhi’s stare, thinking about his request.

“Bodhi, she’s dangerous. She even got to me and that’s-” Bodhi shot Cassian a hard look. The captain stiffened as he gazed at the pilot.

“How do you know her?” Mon asked, trying to defuse the situation. Bodhi turned away from Cassian and back to the girl in the cell. Bodhi watched as Y/N, yes he knew her name, yanked on the chains holding her back. He could remember her, yelling at other Imperial. Never once did she yell at him. The fond looks that would go between them in the halls.

“When I worked in the Empire,” Bodhi looked back at Mon and Cassian, “I knew her there.” Mothma nodded and looked back at Y/N, so did Bodhi. Memories of Bodhi’s time in the Empire were full of her; her eyes and sometimes, if he was lucky, her smile.

“Are you ready to go in now?” Mon turned back to glance at Bodhi, who nodded swiftly. “Captain Andor will brief you and what to ask.” Bodhi walked over to the door and Cassian followed. Before he could open the door, Cassian stopped him.

“Don’t push it, okay? If she starts to chip away at you, get out of there.” Bodhi nodded softly, “Ask her about why she came here and any plans the Empire may have.” Bodhi moved closer to the door, but Cassian stopped him once more.

“She won’t do anything,” Bodhi said softly, “not to me.” Cassian gave him a quizzical look. Bodhi swallowed hard, waiting for the remark he sensed was coming.

“How do you know?” Bodhi opened his mouth, ready to speak; but no words came out. Cassian watched as Bodhi pushed open the door and into the jail.

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THE RED STRING 

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

A/N: hi chapter 16 is finally here pls tell me what you think ily

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Your thoughts are sprinting at a thousand miles per hour. Handling curiosity has never been a strong point for you, even on the Ark. But now it was worse. It’s so different here. Despite everything that you were told, there are people on the ground. In your head, you memorised the book you had seen amongst the clutter of the desk.

Lincolns gone again due to an ‘errand’ he had to complete. He said it was something important. You never took your eyes off of him as he picked up the book and left without another word.

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76 loved hurting you. You knew he did.

He thought that mask hid everything. That you wouldn’t notice the real reason for all the “punishments” he gave. Sure, he was enigmatic and mysterious once. Unpredictable, even. But now you could read him like a book.

You heard the excited panting in his voice when he drove his fists into your stomach. Saw how he subconsciously bucked his hips as he would press his boot against your face, keeping you pinned to the floor. That was a favorite of his. Keep you there until you apologized, until you admitted that you loved and needed him. Sick fuck.

You didn’t need to see his face to know he enjoyed every second of hurting you, no matter how much he tried to convince you that he loved you. That was why he was doing all this, keeping you locked up, cutting off all ties, hurting you. All out of love, he said. You felt at least somewhat comforted that when he forced you to say “I love you” back to him, neither of you truly meant it.

Since the individual rooms no longer properly locked, your prison was the entire west wing of the complex, a small hallway composed of a few dozen private quarters. He kept the main door locked, only coming in to deliver food or whenever he wanted something. Sometimes he left it unlocked as he left, but you’d long since learned that he never does it accidentally. He just wants you to make a move. Give him a reason to punish you. He couldn’t hold up the façade of affection if you didn’t give him a reason.

You had inspected the first few rooms, but lost hope quickly after discovering that all of them were identical. No supplies left behind, no secret hatches. After you combed over the very last room, at the very end of the corridor, you realized it was a fool’s errand. There was nothing here of use.

Not even being eccentric worked. Every plan you attempted with what meager resources you had, he would capture you. Punish you. You were getting pretty sick of it.

You slept in a different room every night, trying to avoid the possibility of any traps left overnight or other altercations Soldier could have made. Tonight, as you tried to tuck away for another morning of hell, you realized that a draft was blowing through your room. With a groan, you pulled the blanket up to your chin and rolled over, prepared to ignore it and go to sleep.

Then, suddenly, your mind sprang to alertness and you sat up. A draft could only mean one thing.

You threw the blanket off and looked around the room in the dark, trying to find the source of the breeze. Then, behind a tall cabinet, you found the answer. A half-window, positioned at the very top of the room. You nearly cried.

Wasting no time, you grabbed the nearby end table and dragged it beneath the window, using the boost to push your body up and into the tiny gap of the window. There was dirt just outside, and you realized that the compound must have been mostly underground. You clawed your fingers in it, digging for purchase as you wiggled your body out of the window and out to freedom. The air outside was freezing, but you didn’t care. You scrambled to your feet as quickly as you could and began to run.

The base’s outside searchlights were on, a result of 76 repowering the station, but you knew the defenses were unmanned. You two were the only ones here, and soon it was about to be only him. You just had to get past the gate and you were free. You could go into hiding yourself, far away from here. You had to wipe the happy tears from your eyes, clearing your vision so you could run.

Your eyes were adjusted enough to see the fence in the near distance, riddled with no trespassing signs and warnings about government property. You slowed down to gawk in a second, hoping to confirm that this was real and not just a fanciful dream.

You wish you hadn’t. You wouldn’t have heard his footsteps if you didn’t.

Without even looking back you broke into a sprint again. How could he have known so quickly? How could he have found out? You reached the base of the fence and wrapped your fingers in the chain-links, trying to frantically scale the 10-foot behemoth of a barrier. You could hear him closing in rapidly, you swore you heard his excited breath. This was a reason. This was a big fucking reason. You couldn’t get caught, it just wasn’t an option this time.

You were halfway up, your feet scrambling against the thin metal, when his hand wrapped around your ankle. You screamed helplessly, desperately trying to wrench your foot out of his grasp, but you knew it was already over. He was too strong.

As a last ditch effort, you lowered yourself enough to drive your heel into his face. He wasn’t wearing his mask, so your foot hit him straight in the nose. He grunted, but his grip didn’t let up. You were fucked. He ripped you down from the fence before anything else, your body crumpling into a pile at his feet.

“You really don’t value your life, do you?” he huffed, blood bubbling out of his nose and over his lips. He looked like a terrifying monster, blood pooling in between his teeth and dripping down his mouth. He looked like he wanted to eat you alive, and you knew he would.

“I wouldn’t have run if I didn’t,” you quipped, and he drove his foot into your hip, knocking you onto your stomach. You wheezed in pain, grabbing onto what would surely be bruised flesh soon. While you winced at the minor energy, Soldier worked his way around you, until he could press the tread of his boot against the back of your head. You grunted.

“Ungrateful punk,” he spat, kneeling down until he could grab your hair. Both pressures on your head were enough to make you scream, but you bit your lip. You knew he wanted to hear it. “Four months of feeding and loving you and you go and run on me?” He ground his boot harder against your scalp and you winced.

“I didn’t ask for this,” you whispered, afraid to raise your voice any higher. You immediately regretted the words, and you felt your heart sink when you heard him chuckle. You’d almost hoped he didn’t hear it.

“I bet you didn’t ask for this either.” He let go of your hair, and immediately drove his palm into your spine just between your shoulder blades. You cried out, trying to roll out from beneath him, and he only let you get as far as onto your back before he shoved his boot back down on the center of your chest, pinning you in place. You could feel the bones shifting beneath his foot.

“Oops. Did that hurt?” he asked. You could practically taste the dry humor behind his statement, could detect the faint wisp of a smile that pulled at the edge of his lips. As he stood with his one foot on you, he made a small show of removing his jacket, nothing more than a black tee shirt underneath. His muscles, which you knew were more than capable of breaking every bone in your body, strained from barely concealed adrenaline.

When the first punch came barreling across your jaw, you hadn’t realized just how much he’d been holding back.

You spat out a lost tooth, the tang of blood on your tongue distracting you enough to miss the second punch, which slammed into your side. You screamed into your teeth, and 76 wriggled his fingers into your mouth to shut you up. You bit down, unable to get through the material of his gloves, and he laughed humorlessly at your attempts. His voice was bitter.

“You need to stop,” he said. He wrapped his free hand around your torso and squeezed. Your ribs began to give under the pressure, and you screamed into his gloves. The sound only encouraged him, and your entire body convulsed when you heard the first crack. His grip didn’t let up, even as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“You shouldn’t have run from me,” he hissed, licking the shell of your ear before he continued, “because now I have to break you to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

Chapter 1: Prison break (part 1/8)

AU: Takes place after age of Ultron before civil war in an alternate Universe where they were able to get Pietro to a hospital in time revive him. He was dead for a few minutes meaning Wanda still felt the death and reacted as she did killing Ultron before they knew Pietro would live. I brought Spiderman in a little early for fun too. I’m taking a lot of liberties with the cinematic timeline, but I just like using all the characters.

Parts  two / three / four / five / six / seveneight

 Warning: violence, death, language, dark humor as a coping mechanism

You had been kept in solitary for the past two year because you were a threat in gen. pop and they had to contain your abilities the best they could. This was difficult since no one was sure the extent of you’re “skills.” The one perk to solitary was it had given you plenty of time to begin acting like the monster they thought you were. So as you sat at the table waiting for the cowards behind the one-way mirror to enter every muscle in your body shifted tensely on alert. The guards described your gaze as predatory. Even though you had not once not obeyed an order or made a move toward them, it was evident in their minds they were defenseless if you decided to. You hadn’t had a visitor so it did make your day mildly interesting, but you suspected it might be someone from HYDRA attempting to contact you. The idea of HYDRA just made this inconvenient. You were no fool. You were afraid of them. In this facility however, in this Podunk town, SHIELD knew exactly where you were. They had provided your cell. No way HYDRA attempted to steal one of SHEILD’s “monster in a snow globe” without the hope you would cooperate. You would never give them that hope. You were much scarier inside that snow globe anyway. What if it wasn’t HYDRA though? Who would have clearance to see you? Maybe-

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The Other (Bucky x Reader) Part 13

Summary: Being a mutant with abilities is difficult enough, without having all this soulmate business to deal with in addition. Y/N meets hers in the least expectant place, but isn’t necessarily as thrilled as he’d hoped. However, a drastic turn of events require them to go to desperate measures to preserve what little they have.

Author’s Note: This one is so short it’s unreal. Tags beneath the cut. That’s how short it is. 

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Masterlist


Part Thirteen

You glanced across the hall as Sam was led back to the opposite cell, and he looked as rundown as you felt. Sighing, you leant back and hit your head softly on the wall behind you as the guard locked him in. Suddenly, you heard the key grind in the lock of your door, and the door swung open.

“Up.”

You heaved yourself up and waited for him to unlock your restraints, before re-locking you to a chain and pulling you out the door. The commotion caused Sam to look over, a soft frown on his face. He held your gaze for as long as you could, but the guard was forcing you forward, and you had no choice but to oblige.

The guard yanked the chain on your handcuffs as he led you along the maze of hallways. You sighed as you walked, feeling tired and drained of energy. Every inmate you saw made you feel more and more dead inside. White walls, blue jumpsuits. Blue to separate you from the rapists and murderers who you shared the floor with. Charming.

You had stopped living, and were now simply existing in the present, floating around like time itself. Although you had no clue what time, date, or year it was, for that matter. You had been here a while. The musty smell of mold filled your nose, but by now you had become so accustomed to it that you simply ignored it. Trudging along, you focused your dreary eyes on the guard.

“And where are you taking me, again?” you asked, and the guard huffed. His familiar odour of cigarettes and cheap coffee attacked you like poisonous mist, but you knew better than to comment. Been there, done that. He was a fat, greasy man, with a thick, bushy moustache on his upper lip. You could have sworn he was the reincarnation of Stalin, only shorter, and not as slender. Plus, he definitely had no chance of getting hold of a job like that. A night-shift at a mutant prison, talk about #goals. The pay must be shit.

“Visitor,” he stated, wrinkling his piggish nose and spitting a huge clump of gob into the hallway. You casually avoided it as you walked past, instantly pitying whoever was living with him. There was no chance in hell this guy was capable of cooking, cleaning, or anything else in the ‘must-know hacks for life 101’ catalogue. Then, you frowned. Visitor?

Entering through a light green door you had never seen before, you gazed upon the sight before you. You know those rooms in American prison movies where there’s a chair on each side of a pane of glass, and there are phones on the wall for people to communicate with? That was exactly what this was. You moved your gaze from one chair to the other, until it landed on a chair in the middle of the row. Sitting there, waiting for you, was the last person you were expecting to see.

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these days (i can’t take too much) - part eight

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Reader used to be a villain; a stone cold killer. But she doesn’t do that anymore. Helping the Avengers stop her old boss once and for all leads to a lot more than she bargained for, especially when it comes to Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: abuse, violence, language, torture, angst, death

A/N: there are some pretty graphic descriptions of torture/violence in this so pls read the warnings before you continue! let me know what you think/what you want to happen next? i’m open to suggestions ;)

masterlist - catch up on previous parts here

You are not well received when you arrive back at Avengers Tower. In fact, you don’t even get to walk through the doors before you’re being arrested right out of Bucky’s hands.

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anonymous asked:

Since theres a kidnapping trend goin on right now, how about one for gaius?

(Want to change the name? Use this!

“Okay, we’re outnumbered forty to four. Any ideas, babe?” Gaius’ back pressed to your, Chrom’s and Frederick’s, the four of you hopelessly surrounded by the brigands who caught you by surprise. How it happened, you didn’t know. The walk to camp was quiet and cold one second, and swarmed with thugs who popped out of the snow the next.

You grit your teeth while you tried to think of a solution. “There’re too many of them for us to handle. I-I’m not…I’m not sure what we can do.” You replied hopelessly. Chrom’s sword wavered.

“What do you mean, you don’t know? Surely you know how we can fight through this!” He protested, unconvinced you couldn’t figure a way out. Frederick and Gaius mirrored that. You bit your lip, noting how they were coming closer.

“Let me rephrase; I’m not sure if there’s something we can do that’ll let all four of us get out alive.” You corrected yourself, “The best solution I can think of means leaving me here while you three escape.”

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Reflektor - Chapter 1

TITLE: Reflektor

CHAPTER NUMBER: 1/?

RATING: M, language, eventual sexual content, violence

SUMMARY: Kylo Ren isn’t fool enough to believe that her capture was a happy accident. He didn’t believe it was good fortune, and he believed least of all that it had anything to do with the reconnaissance skills of Hux’s half-wit stormtroopers. If they have The Girl Called Rey in custody, it is because she meant for it to happen. It was because she had a plan and this was a step in executing it.

NOTES/WARNINGS: Hello, friends! I’m trying this multi-chapter, slow burn thing. This…is going to be interesting. And dark-ish. We’re going to have fun! I hope you enjoy; please let me know what you think! 

Title is taken from the Arcade Fire song of the same title.

Edited to add: HUGE thank you to @southsidestory for her glorious beta services/support. She’s just posted part two to her very steamy fic A Proper Education, and you should go check it out right MEOW.

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CHAPTER ONE

What Must Be Done

Kylo Ren isn’t fool enough to believe that her capture was a happy accident. He didn’t believe it was good fortune, and he believed least of all that it had anything to do with the reconnaissance skills of Hux’s half-wit stormtroopers. If they have The Girl Called Rey in custody, it is because she meant for it to happen. It was because she had a plan and this was a step in executing it.

He could feel rather than see the leering smirks on the stormtrooper’s faces when he had ordered she be taken to his personal chambers for questioning, but he cared little for that. Of course they were so base as to think his keeping her in his rooms had anything to do with some physical want. The truth, of course, is that he had no mind to let her out of his sight this time. He’d not more than glanced the other direction before those idiot bucketheads had armed and released her when last he had her.

Not this time.

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anonymous asked:

hello :) do you have Illya/Napoleon fic recs? Thank you!

yes i have <3

to sleep by tallihensia [7,148 words]

As they wait to go on their next mission, the team splits up for some rest. Napoleon and Illya end up in the same apartment, which leads to some misunderstandings, some reflections, and later, some sleep.

 Illya yawned again, his stern face relaxing. “Your country has a saying about that…”

 “It’s British. But satisfaction brought him back - that’s American.”

love in the times of cold war by merle_p [6,773 words]

“Don’t blame yourself,” Waverly says, almost kindly. “No one saw it coming.”Illya looks down at him, surprised and perhaps a little condescending, because he knows better than to blame himself, and he doesn’t understand why Waverly thinks he would. Solo is good at what he does, one of the best, and Illya has always been more than aware that Solo could trick him if he really set his mind to it.No, Illya does not blame himself for not seeing the signs. If there is anything he should blame himself for, it is that he let himself assume that he wouldn’t have to look for them in the first place. But socialism is a future-oriented ideology, and there is no point in dwelling on the past. Illya has made a mistake, is all. He is not going to make it again.

this war against your faith by ingu [8,917 words] 

Napoleon had really hoped to never have to go through a thing like this again. Being strapped once to an electric chair was trauma enough. The last time, he’d had nightmares for weeks after the fact, not that he would ever have told a soul.

“Hold down that button long enough,” the voice continues, “And your partner will die.”

It takes a second for the significance of the man’s words to register. Napoleon stills.

“You want me to kill Peril?”

the prison and the open hand by ingu [wip] (sequel to this war against your faith)

“We’re good friends,” Napoleon admits, and he can’t help the edge of bitterness that slips into his voice. Illya hadn’t precisely held a gun to his head when Napoleon made that concession, but it doesn’t stop the indignant fury that arises at the memory. His anger is mostly directed at himself, for not realising in time that Illya would turn Napoleon’s own questions against him, for not knowing when to leave well enough alone, and for shattering his hope with reality before he really even got the chance to dream.

But Gaby doesn’t know any of that, and it’s better to let her come to her own conclusions about why Napoleon is annoyed.

“I just don’t see why he’s making such a fuss over this particular mission,” Napoleon continues, recalcitrant.

“Then talk to him,” Gaby moans.

taking care of business by mangomartini [4,066 words]

“That is a good plan,” Illya admits, as if he can’t quite believe those words just left his mouth directed at that American. He lowers his gun. “I could kiss you, Cowboy.”

And he knows it’s an expression, one he’s not exactly sure Illya picked up. And he knows the law back home, and what trouble someone like him could get in doing something like this with someone who wasn’t down. But he also knows his own silver tongue, and if he could talk his way out of his own death, Napoleon Solo could talk his way out of this.

“You could, you know.”

Or, what happened between Illya trashing his hotel room and the two of them chilling on the balcony.

needs must when the devil drives by zealouslyquixotic [wip] *T H I S F I C*

When it boiled down to the bare elements, Napoleon had always lacked the ability to treat serious things with the respect they deserved, and Illya was nothing if not serious.

A serious person and a serious relationship right from their stumbled attempts at friendship through to the nebulous lines surrounding loyalty, lust, love. He had never known where they stood because he refused to quantify his own emotions. How could he begin to comprehend Illya’s when he was so far in denial about the sheer extent of his own? He had wasted years in that same manner; denying, joking, maintaining a front of shallow interest, of want founded solely in carnal gratification.

His time had long since run out and now all he had was an undeserved sacrifice, a cracked veneer, and a paraphrased line from a 17th century poem.

“Had I but world enough, and time.”

Damning last words of regret and forgiveness.

i’d like to (put my fingers on you) by colonel_bastard [4,314 words]

Illya has a jealous streak. Napoleon encourages him.

the gemini affair by manic_intent [46,876 words]

In the first month of being co-opted into working with Illya Kuryakin full time at U.N.C.L.E., Napoleon stole Illya’s father’s watch four times, twice out of spite, once out of drunken curiosity, and once out of sheer boredom. After the fourth time, Gaby sprained one of Napoleon’s fingers and threatened to do worse if he did it again.

“You are not a spy,” she told him firmly, dangling the watch out of reach as Napoleon curled in a wincing, fetal position on his Le Corbusier couch in his upstate apartment. “You are a thief with the self-control of a child. Now give me back my ring.”

“What ring?” Napoleon asked innocently, even through the pain.

“How fond are you of your nose?” Gaby shot back blandly.

baby, when they made me, they broke the mold by sparklylulz [3,387 words]

Napoleon bent over the table, letting his forehead rest upon the cool wood, trying to sort his thoughts. He’d lost partners – friends, even – in the field before. He didn’t know that he would call Illya a friend – but he wouldn’t not call him a friend, either. The sight of his red blood pooling on the white leather of that backseat had unnerved Napoleon in a way he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

(In which Napoleon takes a long time to come to an understanding of a very simple thing.)

pressure points by sospes [4,494 words]

Illya wakes to chains around his wrists and a knife at Napoleon Solo’s throat. Just another day at the office - until it’s not.

if i run it’s not enough by ingu [5,534 words]

Greed, and lust, those were the two sins that defined Napoleon Solo, and Illya Kuryakin aroused the two precise desires in Napoleon he never chose to resist. With his stoic gaze and chiseled jawline, Kuryakin was as beautiful and inscrutable as a Greek statue, and Napoleon had never been one to leave works of art undefiled.

the space between by sospes [5,405 words]

Solo goes missing. Illya all but panics. And Gaby’s the one who holds it all together.

heart to heart by sildominarin [1,902 words]

No one, not even Napoleon Solo, can go through electrocution without consequences.

the show must go on by ingu [7,147 words] *THIS FUCKED ME UP :D*

It’s not that you don’t think about dying. You know with a clear certainty that yes, it may well kill you. But the part where your mind trips over itself is in the possibility, the uncertainty behind an inevitable eventuality.

Yes, it might all end terribly, just maybe not today.

kiss from a rose by el3anorrigby [3,639 words]

As he opened the door to his office, he almost expected to see Napoleon at his desk, greeting him with his famous smirk. But he wasn’t there.

The story where Illya is missing Napoleon, a little bit more than he’d expected.

through the fire by el3anorrigby [4,439 words]

Illya’s watch is his priceless treasure. Napoleon knows that from the first time they’d worked together in Rome. And he would do almost anything to ensure Illya doesn’t lose it again.

antidote by wneleh [804 words]

Napoleon looks awful in the dimly-lit room, pale face slightly elevated above even paler sheets, a tube running into one arm. Carrying the fluids hospitals love, and the alleged antidote, and something else entirely to counteract the nasty chemistry that occurs when poison meets poison.

my lonely heart is racing by brodinsons (aeon_entwined) [1,169 words]

Napoleon’s luck runs out.

mutually assured distraction by merle_p [5,142 words]

“Why didn’t you, then?” she asks, a reasonable question, and he turns his face towards the window, watches the Valencian night rush by.

“I was distracted,” he says.

She is quiet for a while.

“Distracted by whom?” she finally asks, and he keeps his eyes on the window.

“I do not know.” It is a lie, and he is sure that Gaby knows it is a lie, but she is kind enough not to point that out.

first kiss by taniarose [449 words]

Kuryakin’s lips were stiff and cold under his own.

electric sickness by unitedpen [2,552 words]

Illya and Napoleon deal with the aftermath of Napoleon’s torture at the hands of Uncle Rudi.

all there is to a fire by endquestionmark [3,065 words]

Illya, angry, is about as subtle as a wall to the face; Napoleon knows this because he’s seen Illya angry, and he’s taken a wall to the face, two incidents which occurred in very quick succession, and has been forever unable to separate them since. Illya focused is something else entirely. Rain, and eight inches of steel, and the sound that it had made coming out of the sheath: in retrospect, Napoleon had been moderately concussed at the time, most likely, but he deals in illusions, in the setting of a scene, and the blocking had stuck.

the be and end all by ingu [5,141 words] (SAD SHIT BRO! IT’LL MAKE U CRY! BE PREPARED)

Illya has heard the stories, been taught the tales since his childhood. He has been warned of the degenerates who will entice and corrupt unsuspecting young men toward irredeemable sin, who will go against nature and turn their lust against their own people, those without morals or care for the innocents they will one day destroy.

He is trained to see the signs, to heed the warnings before its too late and he is swallowed whole. Illya is someone who knows better than most, and when he first steps out into the world after a childhood built on perseverance, he thinks he is prepared. He will never fall victim.

But then, he meets Napoleon Solo.

crimean shore by merle_p [7,436 words]

“Does he ever talk about his past?” Napoleon asks, the words escaping his mouth before he can tell himself to hold them back. He coughs. “You know. During all those fake romantic nights?”

“His past?” Gaby asks slowly, and gives him a curious look.

“Yeah, you know,” Napoleon gestures, feeling tired and out of his depth. “Lovers. Family. Russia. That kind of thing.”

glad to see you: after the chair by ironwomanstark [2,295 words]

Prompt: Takes place immediately after Illya saves Napoleon from The Chair. Sure, he’s able to walk away from it but that much electricity coursing through your body will definitely cause some lingering problems. Like the fact that Napoleon has a hard time catching his breath, is experiencing heart palpitations, chest pain, dizziness, and basically just having a bit of a hard time recovering from the electrical torture he was just put through.
Illya is desperate to rescue Gaby but also realizes that his partner isn’t doing so hot either. Cue him being all awkwardly worried and not sure what to do but (surprisingly) not willing to just leave Napoleon behind.

the locked room affair by ingu [1,410 words]

“Why are you being like this? We do not need to be in here.”

“Probably not,” says Napoleon, “But like Gaby said, we’re in time out. Which means we both need to cool down before we can leave.”

future affinity by ceredin [4,544 words]

The age old trope of taking off their clothes and cuddling to preserve body heat.

fear of uncertainty by el3anorrigby [5,498 words]

Illya was livid. He could not believe it when Gaby told him Napoleon was off on another lone mission.

domesticity by chartreuser [wip]

Illya attempts to bring Napoleon back, and Napoleon attempts to bring him to somewhere like home.

it’s been a long day without you, my friend. by fineandwittie [926 words] *BY THE FCKIN TITLE U CAN TELL IT’S A SAD FIC*

Exactly what it says on the tin. Telling you any more than the tags say would spoil things.

i’m with you by el3anorrigby [4,300 words] *mcd* (THIS FIC D E ST R O Y E D ME AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH BYE)

Illya hated the way they’d become, formal, cold and stiff. They weren’t like this before. Perhaps the only time they’d acted like this had been the first time they’d met.
The one where they realise love, but they’re just a little too late.

The Way Back

So, everyone can thank willowaus and livingdeadblondequeen that this is even seeing the light of day. I think this was perhaps one of the very first things I tried writing. Cleaned it up a little, but there you go.


Caroline slowly opened her eyes and looked uncomprehendingly at the old familiarity that she’d left behind decades ago. Sitting up with a gasp, she jerked back into her headboard. Frantic, her gaze jumped from place to place, and she couldn’t breathe.

Home. She was home. Mystic Falls.

Tears burned the back of her eyes, but she refused to blink them back, afraid she’d disappear. Her bedding strained under her hands, and she forced herself to relax; to gain some control of the emotions clamoring in her chest.

“Oh God, Bonnie. What did you do?”

Grabbing a pillow, she pressed her face into the old memory of the fabric, and she breathed in and out until her throat wasn’t so clogged. Had it really been decades since she’d seen this house? Slept in this room? A sudden, forceful realization that her mom was alive left her winded. God, she needed to think.

Home. Diner food. Her Mom’s perfume.

Lifting her face, looked around. What year was it? Obviously, she was a vampire. How far back had Bonnie sent her? Sliding out of the bed, she hunted for her phone. Where, where… the old, familiar case and dated technology had her swallowing heavily.

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The Sun, The Moon and the Star

TITLE: The Sun, the Moon and the Star.

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One Shot

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being Loki and Thor’s little sister. You love both of your brothers, but you feel a little bit protective with the lonely and misunderstood Loki. As a Goddess, you 


RATING: Teen

NOTES/WARNINGS: Sorry about the sheer length of this, it sort of grew more than I planned for.

“If Thor is the sun and you are the moon, then what am I?” you asked as you lay back on the grass in the palace gardens Loki one afternoon in your youth.

He thought for a moment before he answered. “Star.”

“There are millions of stars, that’s nothing special.” You replied, somewhat disheartened.

Loki pushed up to his elbows and looked at you. “Listen to me.” His voice was firm, so you obeyed. “The sun can scorch the earth if it is left to burn too bright, and the moon can flood a realm if it comes too close, but a star and not just any, but you my dearest sister, are the guidance star, is the most important and coveted of the celestial entities. It guides travellers and give hope in times of great darkness.” He explained, causing you to smile at his lovely words.

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ABSTERGO* SasuSaku fic inspired by Chapter 693

It’s been a very long time since I wrote any SasuSaku based on the canon, manga universe. This one shot is inspired by the latest Naruto chapter, 693, in which Sasuke places Sakura under genjutsu to stop her from following him and Naruto and interfering with their battle. Warning – major angst.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

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 abs.tergo - Latin - (verb)

1. To banish, expel, dispel

2. Wipe off, clean away, cleanse

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She saw her death at his hands.

It happened in a heartbeat. One moment, she had been hopelessly professing her love – so pitifully, so desperately – and the next, he had struck, with all the swiftness and callous brutality of the lightning element he so proficiently commanded. She had merely blinked – and he had been there in an instant, surging forward in graceful, fluid motion towards her.

Her startled brain had only a fraction of a second to register just how close he suddenly was - before indescribable pain exploded behind her eyes, staining her vision to red. It was agonising. Crippling. A level of pain she hadn’t thought it was even physically possible for the human body to endure, much less survive. 

But of course, that was the entire point; she wasn’t meant to survive. Sakura saw her death - but even as his hand stabbed with ruthless force through her chest, spearing through flesh to puncture her heart, rupturing the organ beyond repair and shattering her entire existence to fragmented pieces - all she could see were those haunting, tragic eyes.

Mismatched, unfamiliar – yet still achingly his – holding her captive to her last, raggedly drawn breaths.

She saw the way they lowered after a moment, as if refusing to meet hers – as if incapable. And all she had been able to think about, then, as her lungs had rattled from the blood rapidly pooling into them, were those last, torturous words that echoed almost tauntingly in her ears.

‘You really are… damned annoying.’

Those five words hurtled her mind back four years into the past, flung her into her twelve year old self’s body again, to a cool, early-autumn night, under a starry, midnight sky. To a cobbled-stone path, and the sound of sniffling sobs and the feel of her voice breaking with emotion as she’d pleaded with him, with every fibre of her being, to stay by her side.

Those words dragged her back to the moment when he had finally shifted to angle an almost sardonic glance over his shoulder at her. To the moment those lips, ever set in a firm, serious, unyielding line, had finally relaxed into a slight, amused smirk that had caused her breath to catch in her throat.

You really are… annoying.’

They’d taken her back, to the memory of his presence and warmth, as he’d stood so close behind her.

‘Sakura.’

An excruciating pause, one she had regretted ever since – because she should have used those last few seconds of silence to move, to act, to turn around, to throw her arms around him – but instead, every muscle in her body had locked, frozen her in position – a helpless prisoner to the quiet, silky smoothness of his voice.

‘…Thank you.’

And just like that night, all her present self could think about was the slight, almost pained smirk he had given her this time; so different to the last - yet it had accompanied almost identical words.

His parallel response to her second confession had whispered assuredly to her that as astounding and impossible as it was, he recalled that night with as much indisputable clarity as she did.

And he’d permitted her no more than a mere second to acknowledge the weight and significance of that realisation - and what it had to mean that he remembered-a mere second alone to feel her heart leap and her stomach flutter – before he had lunged in for the kill.

The physical trauma, however, of having a hole torn in her chest as if her body was nothing more than paper was nothing compared to the mental and emotional anguish that followed the realisation that it was Uchiha Sasuke - the boy she had loved so desperately, for what had felt like her entire life – that was the one to stop Sakura’s heart beating.

S… Sasu-ke… kun…” his name fell in a senseless whisper from her lips one last time, before the tangy taste of copper filled her mouth and began to choke her.

It was only fitting, in a way; she thought numbly to herself - as he wrenched his arm out from the fatal location in which he had impaled her, with ruthless, merciless force - that she would meet her end at his hands.

For he had already killed her so many times before. For every time he had left her side, left her far behind, and slipped further and further away from her, traversing increasingly darker paths that she could not follow, she had died a thousand deaths.

This was merely the final one. The most absolute.

And as her trembling knees collapsed under her - sending her crumpling to the rocky ground like a lifeless puppet clipped of its strings - Sakura’s mind broke under the unbearable strain of the torturous knowledge that her greatest nightmare had come into full fruition.

Dying, leaving the world behind, leaving him… without being able to pull her troubled, former teammate from the oozing tides of darkness that were swallowing him up, even now, dragging him deeper and deeper into sinister depths that he would not allow her to reach.

Failing before she could save him.

As her eyes closed, she saw his beautiful face – the face that had enslaved her to such a wretched, cruel fate - drift through her fogging mind one final time. She saw, once more, the almost bitter, rueful smirk he had angled over his shoulder at her, split seconds before he had so viciously attacked without warning. And Sakura almost completely surrendered to the blackness, as the searing pain in her crushed heart and body begun to ebb, at last, into the merciful nothingness of death.

Her body and soul destroyed by the trauma of meeting her demise at the hands of the very man she loved more than anything else in the world, Sakura almost succumbed – but then she unexpectedly heard his voice whisper fleetingly, distantly, inside her head.

Like a passing breeze, like the slightest of brushes, it spoke to her, a brief caress.

Hate me, Sakura, it willed.

The words seeped through her brain like venom, seeking to impose their iron command on her consciousness and authority over her thoughts and senses. They sought to bend, to warp, to erase and alter and grotesquely disfigure emotions, to secure absolute obedience.

That was when something finally snapped, near audibly, in Sakura’s mind. That was when she realised and she knew. And suddenly, her mind was fighting back, screaming and clawing and battling against the steely chains that contained her.

Never! I never will!

And that was when – with frightening strength – the furious fire of her chakra network roared into being inside her, flaring so brightly and blindingly and with such abrupt, inextinguishable intensity that its sheer force warded back the encroaching shadows, singing and burning them until nothing else was left but righteous, pure light.

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Hatake Kakashi’s dejectedly bowed head lifted at the thoroughly unexpected sound of the young woman suddenly stirring beside him. He blinked in astonishment; sharply, he sucked in a breath, not daring to hope it was possible.

But as his awed gaze flew to rest onto her slender form, he saw that it was true; Haruno Sakura was breaking out of Uchiha Sasuke’s genjutsu. Breaking free from the highest level of illusionary technique, which Kakashi knew, for a fact, Sasuke had slammed into her with the sole intention of keeping her down and out of the way.

“Sakura!” Kakashi reached for the rose-haired girl, gently placing a hand atop her left shoulder. The tense lines marring the smooth skin of her forehead openly conveyed the violent, internal struggle raging within her mind as she fought to dispel the illusion inside which the last of the Uchiha had tried to imprison her.

“Interesting,” Otsutsuki Hagoromo remarked as he observed her. “Genjutsu cast by the rinnegan is much more potent than its Sharingan form. A remarkable young woman she must be, to be able to free herself from its mental shackles.”

A surge of fondness and pride swelled inside Kakashi’s chest as he watched the only female member of his team battle to regain consciousness. Yes; there was no question about it. She certainly was remarkable.

Come on, Sakura! He silently urged. He knew she had the strength to do it; the purity of her feelings surely could not lose to the chaotic darkness of Sasuke’s will. Kakashi believed in her – in how much she had grown and how hard she had fought to earn her position as a respected kunoichi in her own right within the Team 7 dynamic, from under the shadows of two of the most naturally gifted and powerful shinobi Konoha had ever produced.

And he felt his eyes sting, as she released a sudden, painful gasp, and her green, green eyes flew open at last, disorientated, unfocused, brimming with tears but awake.

“A remarkable woman, indeed,” Hagoromo repeated.

“Sakura,” Kakashi gingerly helped her to sit up, supporting her weight somewhat awkwardly as she leant back against him. “Are you alright?”

His heart constricted when she simply wept in response, floods and floods of sobbing tears that only caused the bitter disappointment in his chest at the way things had unravelled to intensify.

If only he had tried harder to talk sense into Sasuke, all those years ago.

If only he had paid more attention to training Naruto.

If only he had been better able to protect Sakura from the same depth of misery he personally knew unrequited love could so cruelly bestow – instead of feeding her false promises that everything would go back to how it had been.

Perhaps it was only fitting for someone so short-sighted, Kakashi sorrowfully found himself thinking, that he had lost the powerful eyes Obito had gifted to him.

The guilt of his past failures and present uselessness was like a crushing burden on his shoulders. He could do nothing and say nothing – only watch, powerless and defeated, as Sakura cried woefully into her palms.

He could only guess what distressing image Sasuke had chosen to inflict upon her as he’d cast the genjutsu – one certainly harrowing enough to leave her in such a dispirited state. He swallowed thickly, the same anger that had prompted him to confront Sasuke immediately after he’d knocked poor Sakura out burning in his chest once again. The unstable boy’s unjustifiable treatment of a selflessly dedicated girl who had only ever wanted to give herself entirely to him was completely unacceptable. Sasuke had crossed the line the moment he had attempted to take her life – the same life he had always so valiantly protected in the simpler days before he’d defected from Konoha.

Sakura had shed blood, sweat and tears for the young Uchiha, risking her life on numerous occasions, pushing her body to its limits repeatedly. Her devotion to him was absolute, unwavering. The kind of patient, pure devotion that he knew Sasuke would be hard tested to find in anyone else. It pained Kakashi, to see her hurting so much because of the heartless actions of someone so ungrateful, so unworthy of her affections. But he knew, only too well, that love was an emotion that could not simply be switched off or discarded, the way Sasuke seemed to so adamantly and foolishly believe.

Suddenly, Sakura stopped crying. Just like that, the tears ceased. Sniffling, she lowered her hands and wiped at her red-rimmed eyes. The clarity and focus had returned to her gaze – but her expression remained strained with anguish.

“Thank you, Kakashi-sensei,” she murmured, taking her own weight again. “I’ll be fine, now.”

“Sakura,” he said. He thought briefly of the unkind, disrespectful words Sasuke had voiced about her feelings for a moment – then decided she didn’t need to know about them. Instead, he informed her, “They’ve gone. All we can do now is wait and hope that Naruto can make him see sense.”

She was silent for a long minute, her head bowed. Then, slowly, she rose to her feet. A concerned Kakashi noted the way her body seemed to tremble – the after-effects of the genjutsu still lingering.

Sakura stared ahead at the empty, rocky plain ahead of them. Then her eyes rose to the sky, where she noted the ominous storm clouds gathering.

“After the rain,” she said quietly, “comes the sun.”

“…” Kakashi’s eyes lowered. Still, she held onto hope. His eyebrows drew together, pained. There was no doubt that he believed in Naruto and his resolve.

The question was - could he trust that Sasuke would finally recognise the errors of his ways and withdraw from the cloak of irrationality that had him shrouded in its dense grasp before he mortally wounded Naruto – or himself?

It alarmed Kakashi that he couldn’t quite be sure. Sasuke seemed to be so far gone…

“Don’t worry, Kakashi-sensei.” As if sensing his uncertainty, Sakura turned to him, a small smile curving her lips. His eyes lifted to her, his own mouth twitching underneath his mask at the irony of the situation.

How the tables had turned. Now she was the one reassuring her old teacher.

“Everything is going to be fine,” she went on with conviction. “I’m going to make sure,” she added softly.

His amusement immediately vanished, replaced with instant alarm. “Sakura,” he warned sternly. “There’s a reason why Sasuke placed you under genjutsu. He knew you’d try to follow. Don’t do anything reckless!”

But Sakura didn’t seem to hear him. She was staring ahead again. He caught the familiar, steely glint in her eyes, the way her jaw suddenly set and how her hands curled into tight fists. He recognised that look – the fiery determination and resolve. And it frightened him, to realise what it was she had already settled on doing, knowing that he hadn’t the strength or chakra reserves left to stop her.  

“This isn’t like back then, on the hospital roof,” Kakashi went on almost desperately, his words pleading for her to see reason. Even when a part of him knew it was hopeless. Just like her teammates, Sakura was infuriatingly stubborn. “With their power and abilities, Sakura… if you were to get in the way-” he broke off, the remainder of the thought too terrible to articulate.

Last time, he had been able to protect Sakura, been physically able to prevent Naruto and Sasuke from causing a tragedy that would have crushed them both. This time, however, he knew he could not.

“Don’t worry, Sensei,” Sakura assured him once more, her expression hardened. Grim. “I’ll make sure they come back.” She lifted her right fist, as she pledged, “Both of them.”

And with that, before he could say anything else to dissuade her, she bolted forward, away from the safety of his side.

His pounding heart leapt fearfully into his throat as horror washed over him. No! He’d already lost everything once before. He couldn’t, again!

He couldn’t lose all three of them!

“Don’t, Sakura!” he yelled, scrambling onto his feet, managing only several pitiful steps before his body once again gave up on him, forcing him back to his knees. “Damn it!” he hissed in frustration, looking up just in time to see her back disappearing further away into the horizon. Panic exploded inside him. “No! SAKURA! Come back!”

Her words echoed torturously in his ears – the last words, he realised with a dawning sense of dread, he might ever hear her utter.

‘I’ll make sure they come back. Both of them.’

He didn’t doubt the sincerity of her promise. But as she completely vanished beyond his line of sight, Kakashi frantically wondered at what cost she would deliver it.

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The more the fight wore on and the more wounds they both sustained, the more exhaustion began to creep over Sasuke. Already worn out from the previous, lengthy battle they’d waged with Kaguya, he felt every muscle in his body scream in protest and resistance as he once again channelled a stream of Chidori into his left palm.

This was it, he knew, as he watched Naruto summon a rotating orb of his own signature Rasengan attack opposite him. He could feel his reserves dwindling into their lowest limits. He had next to nothing left.

This would be the final clash. It was almost nostalgic, he thought, one corner of his mouth tilting in what wasn’t quite a wry smirk – for he was far too tired to managed one – that despite their spoilt wealth of newfound abilities, they would both call upon their original techniques for the last collision.

Their intense, deadly scuffle had spanned over an hour, blown off rocks and debris from the mountains around them. The black flames of Amaterasu still crackled in the locations Sasuke had directed them. Whenever he’d felt he was finally getting the upper hand, Naruto had pulled out a last-second response. He’d met and matched everything Sasuke had thrown at him – and vice versa.

They’d fought and fought, and the longer it dragged out, the more Sasuke had realised that Naruto’s words were starting to get under his skin. Like iron pellets, they hailed down upon his armour, chipping and chipping and chipping tirelessly away, leaving weeping, narrow chinks that were starting to worryingly widen.

Sasuke swallowed thickly. No, he thought furiously. He would bring about his revolution! He owed it to the Uchiha Clan – to his mother, his father, to Itachi – to ensure the ninja world was reformed. And that could only be done under his rule as Hokage!

He was not going to let Naruto take that away from him – even when a small part of him was starting to lose the will to continue – was starting to question whether it was all really even worth it.

The part of him that was so exhausted – physically, mentally, emotionally – the part that just wanted to give in, to run straight into the path of Naruto’s whistling hurricane attack and succumb to the permanence of death.

Because at least, in death, he would no longer feel the aching burden of the pain he had already shouldered beyond his limits; at least, in death, he would no longer have to think.

The more he contemplated it, the more his body yearned for it.

Naruto’s eyes widened. He saw the barely perceptible sag in Sasuke’s posture that openly betrayed his fatigue. And still, he refused to give up hope or belief.

“You know I’m right, Sasuke!” he shouted across at the young man he still considered his best friend, his brother. “You know this is madness! I warned you once before; if we do this, we both die! We don’t have to take this final step! Let me help you!”  

“Shut up, Naruto!” Sasuke snarled, the stream of electrical energy screeching more loudly in defiant response. “I don’t need your help!” He reared back to strike. Naruto’s heart shrank at the cold, unbridled rage and seething denial he glimpsed in those mismatched eyes.

“I don’t need ANYONE!” Sasuke screamed – and then he lunged at full speed, straight at the blond, his left arm extended, lightning energy flaring and hissing destructively at his palm.

“SASUKE!” Naruto yelled, equally as frustrated. So it had come to this after all – he’d stop Sasuke with his own life!

The cyclone orb in his hand picked up speed until it reached full momentum and destructive force. Naruto hurtled himself forward, extending his right arm in a motion that mirrored Sasuke’s, his pulse thundering as he prepared himself for the inevitable end – and the explosion of pain that would accompany their last collision.

He was ready. In his mind, he had already prepared for this outcome, a long time ago.

Their ears were filled with the deafening shrieks of their elemental attacks. Yet somehow, over the howling of wind and the crackling of lightning – they still heard her cry.

“STOP IT! NOW!”

Naruto’s widened eyes met Sasuke’s in a look of abject, wordless horror. His gaping lips were moving – but Sasuke didn’t hear his words.

All he could hear was the rush of blood in his ears. Nothing could have prepared him for the devastating way his heart lurched at the realisation that she had somehow, against all the odds, managed to dispel his genjutsu.

It was impossible; he scoffed disbelievingly to himself, utterly stunned as he finally caught sight of her slight form, racing directly into the path of their attacks like an incoming, targeted missile – just as she had done at the age of twelve.

Déjà vu slammed into him, knocking the air from his lungs as the same, senseless panic that had crippled him back then overtook him once again. 

Except this time, it was even more frightening in its intensity.

Because this time, he knew she was alone – and neither Kakashi, nor anyone else, could redirect the unstoppable force of their attacks.

How? How? He was enraged at himself, at her for her reckless, annoying stupidity. What had he done wrong?!

“SAKURA-CHAN!” Naruto’s frightened, hysterical scream was blood-curdling. “NO! GET OUT THE WAY- WE CAN’T STOP-

He heard someone else yell at her, in a tone full of such sheer desperation, that it shocked Sasuke to register that it was his own voice shouting.

“Sakura, MOVE!

But he could see that as always, she had absolutely no intention of listening to him. She continued forward, her eyes burning bright like luminous green flames. The tears that had plagued them at twelve were non-existent. All Sasuke saw instead was a fierce, fiery resolve.

And he realised then, from the pure determination in her features – that there had been absolutely nothing wrong with the genjutsu he had cast. She was there, through no fault of his; he’d shown her the image of what he had known for a fact had been her greatest nightmare – her murder at his hands - in the hopes of breaking her mind, of making her detest him, the way he deserved to be hated, after every deplorable thing he had ever done to hurt her.

He’d intended for his genjutsu to keep her down until their battle was over – to prevent her from doing precisely what was happening at that very moment. Because he had anticipated Sakura’s careless intervention – and that was why he had felt it necessary to disable her. For her own safety – to protect her from him. Sasuke had specifically programmed the illusion to automatically dispel at his return – or Naruto’s. Because one of them, he had reasoned, had to make it out alive.

He just hadn’t quite bargained on Sakura’s natural genjutsu know-how manifesting itself so powerfully. He’d hit her with the strongest illusion he could – what else could he have done? He thought that fate was cruelly coming full circle and mocking him, because she had not only actually managed to break out of the mental prison, but had arrived just in time to launch her body between them once again.

I WON’T LET YOU KILL EACH OTHER!” she screamed, raising her arms as if to ward them both back. “STAND DOWN! NOW! BOTH OF YOU!”

Everything seemed to happen in sickening slow motion, then – Sasuke watched, powerless to stop the momentum of his hurtling body, powerless to call his chakra back in time, as she arrived directly between them at the precise point of impact.

Except Naruto, in one last-gasp, mighty effort, managed to jerk himself marginally to his left, to graze the bulk of his attack just short of her left shoulder. The hurricane cyclone flew from his palm, striking the ground where it exploded, causing rock and debris to crack all around them as the blond slammed sickeningly into the ground, stomach first. He lay there, dazed, unable to divert Sasuke – or help Sakura.

The blood in Sasuke’s veins froze and icy fear prickled down his spine. Dread knotted itself in his stomach as he attempted to do the same as Naruto had. But he couldn’t shift. Not even an inch. Lightning didn’t move once aimed; his deadly element was set to strike its targeted location. In pure, mindless desperation, he tried to engage his rinnegan, to swap her position, despite knowing for a fact that his chakra reserves were all but spent. It was hopeless. He could do nothing but look on in horror, as her eyes turned to his.

And they were not filled with the anger and hatred he had so desperately wished to find, which would have been the tiniest consolation to him – but rather, they were swelling with love.

The same strength and depth of love she had professed tearfully to him, that had caused his treacherous legs to tremor and halt, that had made him realise just how dangerous she truly was in how profoundly her words and emotions were still able to reach the part of him he had believed he’d closed off forever.

Even before his hand drove lethally through her chest, Sasuke’s mind – and anything else that was left of him – shattered. Someone was screaming – he didn’t know if it was him, or her making such terrible sounds - and then pure chaos ensued, as lightning energy exploded, blinding his vision.

When the chaos ceased, Sasuke opened his eyes to find her crumpled on the ground beneath him. His hand was still embedded inside her mortally wounded chest, and her body convulsed as the remnants of the Chidori stream jagged through her system, before sizzling out.

No. His heart thundering, Sasuke yanked his arm out of her. It was stained crimson with her blood. He numbly thought that he had never seen so much blood – not since the day of his Clan’s massacre.

He scarcely even registered that his entire body was shaking.

No. No!

Her long-lashed eyes were still open – but glazed. There was no life in them – nothing but the pools of tears that were already drying from their outer corners.

Not her, his reeling mind rejected unthinkingly. Not Sakura!

His gaze had frozen onto her face. Somehow, he just couldn’t look away. The unspeakable horror of what he had done and what he had allowed to happen was suffocating, asphyxiating, made it so difficult to function, to breathe. He was silently choking on air. Choking. And at that second, all thoughts of a revolution – of anything else – evaporated from Sasuke’s head. As if he could no longer make sense of anything; as if he suddenly couldn’t remember why he had even started such a stupid, meaningless fight.

This was the innocent girl who had offered him the love he had spurned and rejected. The love his cursed self had never been worthy of, the love he thought he could never have again – and with her gone, he knew was lost to him, forever. The girl who had held his hands in the Forest of Death, allowing his fingers to near crush her delicate bones from the depth of agony he’d experienced back then as she’d held him tightly and comfortingly to her. A girl whose sheer will to find him had kept a portal open - for his wretched self - across a scorching desert, when she’d pushed her body to its absolute limits. A girl he’d sincerely thanked, who he’d left far behind, who had wanted nothing more than to look after him, to smother him with her concern, her kindness and love until all the pain and demons of his past were erased.

And now… now he had killed her. He had killed her. And this time, it was no illusion.

“Sakura… chan…” a hushed voice spoke.

Sasuke’s heart constricted excruciatingly. His gaze fell back to his bloodied hand in shocked revulsion. Inside his head, he was stunned to hear someone screaming in anguish. His inner voice. On the outside, however, he was perfectly expressionless. Motionless. Silent.

Naruto fell to his knees opposite Sasuke. With a trembling hand, he reached out to the gaping wound in her chest.

“Sasuke…” he choked, in a voice raw with emotion. “What have we done…?”

We? The urge to vocalise the internal screams intensified. What was he talking about? Didn’t Naruto realise that it was him alone who had done this? He had killed her! He had been the one unable to stop. He had been the one who had let his hatred consume and blind him!

It had taken her death to snap him out of it. But what was the use of seeing clearly at last? Self-loathing gnawed at Sasuke, burning at his insides like acid. It was far too late. He could never forgive himself.

“Sakura-chan…” Naruto’s eyes flooded with tears, as he whispered, “She- she just wanted us all back together…” His head bowed. “She didn’t want us to fight!” He leant over, and rested his head on her flat stomach, sobbing uncontrollably. “This- this wasn’t- this wasn’t how it was meant to end!” he wailed. “Damn it, it should have been me!”  Weeping, he went on, “We’re so sorry, S-Sakura-chan! We’re so sorry, we’re so sorry!”

Overcome with nausea, Sasuke stumbled back up onto his feet. Without thinking, he turned dazedly away, turned his back as if in a trance, unable to stand the agony of looking at her lifeless form any longer.

Naruto was wrong. Naruto was wrong, because it shouldn’t have been Sakura, or him.

It should have been Sasuke. He was the one who deserved to die. To rot into the ground, unremembered by anyone.

Sakura… Sakura deserved death the least. Sakura, who had always been so full of life. He staggered slowly away, moving unseeingly, the will to carry on lost from his body. A world without her sunshine smiles and maddeningly annoying declarations of love was one that suddenly felt so alien to him. Things would never be the same. There was no place left for him left anywhere – no place but hell. There was no going back, no escape from the shadows in his mind, not after he’d committed such an atrocious and unpardonable crime.

There was nothing. Only her blood on his hand, on his clothes, and the crushing guilt and hatred for the person he loathed most in the world – himself.

A sharp intake of breath behind him alerted him to the fact that Naruto had noticed his half-hearted attempt at departure.

“Sasuke-!” he exclaimed, his voice shaking with fury and disbelief. “You bastard! How can you just walk away?”

The damage had already been done. What purpose was there in lingering? There was nothing else he could do. Sasuke continued to walk aimlessly onwards, finding himself strangely unable to focus on Naruto’s words.

A hand suddenly clamped onto his shoulder, yanking him roughly back around. “You bastard!” Naruto yelled furiously right into his face, his fists closing tightly at the collar of Sasuke’s blood spattered top. “She loved you, and you-!” he broke off abruptly, as Sasuke stared dully back at him.

Something deep inside Naruto’s chest constricted painfully as he noted that Sasuke’s sharingan had deactivated completely. But that wasn’t what made him halt in his intended insults.

It was the staggering sight of the lone tear that rolled down Sasuke’s cheek. He seemed not to register it at all, however, for he continued to stare mutely and blankly back at Naruto.

“Sasuke…” Naruto whispered, realisation washing over him at last. “You…”

His voice trailed off for a second time. He didn’t need to finish the words. He’d already known it in his heart, all along – known that Sasuke had been lying all along, merely denying a transparent truth.

You care about her. You don’t need a reason, either.

The last Uchiha said nothing. He simply stared vacantly – the look of a defeated man who had given up on everything. A man whose enormous guilt was tearing his soul to pieces.

A man who had been completely crushed.

Naruto’s mind raced. It couldn’t end like this, he told himself frantically, his heart pounding. Not now that he knew the quarrel between them was finally over – for good.

“Wait a minute!” A sudden idea then struck him. He gasped, dizzy from the whirl of his thoughts – before dragging Sasuke abruptly back with him to Sakura’s corpse.

Sasuke watched, silently, numbly, as Naruto knelt back down beside her. He then glanced up, a frown of impatience on his debris and blood-marred features.

“Sasuke, come on!” he urged. “Give me your hand!”

Sasuke swallowed back the bitter taste in his throat. It was hopeless. She was gone. He couldn’t comprehend what Naruto was trying to do, or why he was suddenly looking so foolishly hopeful. The idiot had always been hopelessly naïve. Didn’t he understand that Sasuke had simply had enough? Why wasn’t he angry at him? Why wasn’t he pummelling his face into the ground and taking out his fury and grief over Sakura’s death on him? Sasuke thought that had their situations been reversed, had Naruto been the one to still Sakura’s heart, then Sasuke wouldn’t have hesitated for even a second to pulverise him into oblivion.

When he didn’t respond, Naruto reached out and tugged forcefully on his wrist. Sasuke finally knelt down, overcome once more with nausea and unbearable guilt at the sight of Sakura’s ashen face again.

“Naruto-” he managed to utter at last. His voice sounded unfamiliar to him. Alarmingly hollow, even by his standards.

“Just trust me on this!” Naruto interrupted. He positioned Sasuke’s bloodied hand above Sakura’s chest, palm-side upwards – the palm bearing the Yin Crescent. Meeting Sasuke’s empty gaze, he said, “The Sage gave us these seals for a reason.” Holding up his own palm to display the Yang Sun symbol, he exclaimed, “Let’s do this!”

Slapping his hand into Sasuke’s, bringing their seals together, he yelled, “RELEASE!”

Sasuke didn’t say it – he didn’t have to. Somewhere deep inside him, his still beating heart pulsated with the word.

A mighty gust of wind immediately shot up from the point at which their hands connected, accompanied by a great explosion of blinding light. Sasuke and Naruto shielded their vision, bracing themselves, and as the mystical, sacred energy of their chakras blended and tried to push their hands apart from sheer force, Naruto’s fingers closed more tightly around Sasuke’s hand, pressing it down more firmly against Sakura’s chest.

“SASUKE!” he shouted, over the deafening howl of air. “DON’T LET GO!”

Sasuke squeezed his eyes shut against the rushing wind funnelling around them and finally gripped back.

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The riotous, blinding din seemed to last forever. When it eventually subsided, Sasuke’s ears were left buzzing and his head spinning. He didn’t want to open his eyes. He wasn’t as foolish as Naruto to believe that anything had actually changed.

He heard a brief, choked laugh. The crushing hold on his hand released. He felt fingers grip his wrist, turning his palm so it rested on Sakura’s chest.

It was strange, Sasuke thought distantly, how it almost felt warm. How it almost seemed to move-

Unbidden, his heavy heart palpitated violently inside him, a thoroughly startling and unsettling sensation. His thoughts grew deadly still – and every muscle in his body froze.

“You can open your eyes now, Sasuke,” Naruto chuckled teasingly.

With painstaking slowness, the last Uchiha’s eyelids dared to lift. Immediately his breath hitched in his throat, the air fragmenting in his lungs as he blinked down incredulously at the most beautiful and damned annoying sight he was certain he had ever seen.

Mismatched irises met shining apple green. And the emotional, trembling smile that curved her lips as she gazed up at him with tear-filled eyes was nothing, nothing compared to the explosion of conflicting emotions that ricocheted chaotically inside him, as a thoroughly overwhelmed and staggered Sasuke registered that she was alive.

But how? He suddenly didn’t care for an explanation. The blood had disappeared entirely from his hand – as if the light of chakra fusion had cleansed it. Sakura’s right palm lifted to rest lightly – almost shyly – atop his fingers. And when she spoke his name, it was like liquid sunshine, thawing the ice, flooding through the numbness and pain and guilt and leaving behind nothing but a deep, throbbing ache in his chest that he just couldn’t comprehend.

Not at that moment. Not right then. But in time, he would.

“Sasuke-kun,” she whispered.

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This will be posted on FF.net tomorrow. Tumblr exclusive, for now! I did warn you it was emotional! What did you think? I tried to make it as IC as possible. Please reblog/share if you liked it, so other SS fans can read. Thanks!