When Shiro and Lance were Sendak’s prisoners I think Shiro came so close to losing his control. He was back to being treated like the disgraced Champion and he was trying to protect his injured comrade. Lance wasn’t privy to how Sendak tortured him, but he was able to gain enough consciousness to shoot Sendak in the back before fainting. I feel like Lance would not have been able to look at Shiro the same if he’d been awake. Another study! Watercolor on Hot Press.
*At the Batcomputer waiting for results, dipping Oreos in his coffee and wearing nothing but boxers, knee high socks, and a SuperBoy shirt. His hair is in the messiest low pony and his nails are still painted black from the last time Cassandra did them while he was sleeping*
Damian, looking at him with disgust:
Drake is a disgrace to this family.
if you could fix one thing about the naruto ending what would it be?
*in my head* say naruto being painted as a bad father, say the fact that peace was never actually achieved, say orochimaru being allowed to walk free, say the sexism of all kunoichi being forced into housewife roles
I think another endlessly fascinating thing about Avatar is watching Zuko and Azula begin on opposite sides of the spectrum, and then end on opposite sides, but with the roles reversed.
Where Zuko begins as a dejected, rejected young man who is so filled with turmoil that peace, and happiness, and love slide off of him. He doesn’t allow himself to be loved (by Uncle) because he feels he’s unworthy of love, because he is a disgrace to the Fire Nation, but more importantly to his father. He is nothing of what his father wanted in a child.
And then we see Azula, she is astute, and embraced, disciplined to an extent but very self righteous. She doesn’t allow herself to be loved per se, because she feels as though everyone around her should automatically worship her. There’s not a conscious decision. She is a fire bending prodigy. She is everything her father wanted in a child.
But as we progress forward, mostly in the third season we watch this dramatic shift.
Zuko, finds peace. Finds his honor. He becomes a hero, and he finally allows himself to be loved, and accepted. He masters his bending, because he finds his center. He realizes his destiny and he fulfills it.
Azula, on the other hand, loses herself completely. She is unwoven by the realization that her father never considered her an equal, never really saw her in his end game. There is no destiny for her to fulfill, she realizes there is no place for her in the past, present, or future.
I just think it’s really interesting. These two characters are so integral to each other, and this show is just so important lol.
*bangs my fists on table* EXCUSE ME!!!!!WHERE. IS. MY. SEASON. FOR. COLE???? KAI HAD A SEASON. LLOYD HAD A SEASON. ZANE HAD A SEASON. JAY HAD A SEASON. NYA HAS ONE RIGHT NOW AND KAI IS SHARING IT WITH HER!!! WHAT 👏🏻ABOUT👏🏻 MY 👏🏻BOY 👏🏻COLE?????
Rec’d by anonymous: A Lesson in Wanting by awesometinyhumanbeing, Not rated, 12k Victor ties himself into a knot known as Katsuki Yuuri—in more ways than one—and they navigate their way to each other in a series of fits and starts, miscommunication, and Herculean pining.
Rec’d by anonymous: Under the Cover of Eros by Kawaiiusagi, Explicit, 45k (WIP) The Phantom Thief Eros steals fine jewels, but he also has his eye set on Detective Nikiforov’s heart.
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Rec’d by anonymous: The Cold Beautyby NefariousandElegant, Teen, 10k (WIP) He has been cursed for years to live alone and to be disgraced with powers he never wanted. He is selfish and arrogant. Cold. Only one can change him and help everything be restored. After years of waiting for the one, he finally arrives. Victor never thought he could return to normal until he laid eyes on a true beauty… Yuuri Katsuki.
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Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous: Six Hours Ahead by alipiee, Teen, 5.3k (WIP) When Yuuri downloaded the harmless quiz app, he hadn’t expected to become best friends with the Russian boy who asked him for a rematch.
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Rec’d b anonymous: my name is viktor nikiforov by thishasbeencary, Teen, 5k Soulmates are telepathically linked to each other, but can only hear the other’s thoughts when they’re in close proximity. Viktor Nikiforov’s soulmate isn’t Russian, but Japanese, and he can’t understand a single word that they think. Other than his name.
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Rec’d by @s-h-i-k-e-i: Petrichor by fundips, Gen, 2.1k Viktor and Yuuri returned to Hasetsu to train until next season, resuming their relationship except more domestic than anything. On the first rainy day they had together, Viktor jumped up and dragged Yuuri out of the onsen as soon as it started pouring down - Yuuri still in his lazy clothes with unwashed hair. As soon as they were on the street outside in the downpour, Viktor kissed him. Afterwards, Viktor said it was because he’d always wanted to kiss in the rain.
Rec’d by anonymous: The Plot Twist We Deserved by Daughter of Vayu (aquaregia), Teen, 2.5k Viktor Nikiforov and Yuri Plisetsky were otaku, obsessed over a manga series ‘On ICE!!!’ which was written by Katsuki Yuuri-sensei. See how the two fanboys gushing over their favorite manga and annoyed the hell out of Katsuki Yuuri.
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Rec’d by anonymous, anonymous, and @mmeishi : Nuclear Hearts Club by butterbeerbitch, Teen, 15k (WIP) Being seventeen and chronically confused isn’t always a walk in the park - especially when you’ve been crushing on your brother’s best friend since you were nine. You’d be crazy not to. Victor’s the best thing to happen to the world since sliced bread.
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Rec’d by anonymous: Tu meum Animum by bratinella, Gen, 47k (WIP) Viktor is many things but, lately, there are things that are added in his repertoire and he brushes it off as a trick of the imagination since he does not consider himself a stalker and most definitely not a dork.
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Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous: More Than Okay by LoneWolf_With_Internet, Gen, 6.4k While on tour, the last thing Viktor would have expected during his stop in Japan would be to give a free performance to his fans at a karaoke bar, but what surprised him even more was the cute Japanese skater – that Viktor swears he’s seen before – the crowd pressured into joining him on stage for a duet. Needless to say, Victor had more fun than he originally anticipated.
Rec’d by anonymous: Lullaby of Birdland by Orchids_and_Fictional_Cities, Teen, 40k (WIP) After his poor performance at the Grand Prix Final, Yuuri is weary but not broken, and decides to give it one last shot. Victor plays piano three nights a week at a small jazz bar near the Detroit Skating Club, and does his best to get by.
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Rec’d by @helly-watermelonsmellinfellon: Standard Deviations by JustBeHappy, Teen, 86k Victor knew something was wrong when he woke up. Firstly, Yuuri wasn’t by his side in bed. Secondly, the wallpapers weren’t supposed to be blue. Time Travel AU, where Victor landed 4 years into the past, just after Sochi Grand Prix Finals.
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Rec’d by anonymous: extremely loud and incredibly close by anirondack, Explicit, 5.4k “There are a couple other skaters around - some stayed to shower, but most have been gone for half an hour or more - but Yuuri pays no attention to them. His gaze is on the building they’re staying at, and he barely says a word until they get there and then, when the elevator doors close, he hits the button for their floor and then shoves Victor against the wall.”
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Rec’d by anonymous: YOI Gem AUseries by Jesse_Rae, Not Rated/Gen, 8.4k (WIP) Steven Universe crossover!
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Rec’d by @exile-wrath: Hearts On Snow by BoredomIsDeadly, Teen, 15k (WIP) Yuri Katsuki is content with retiring to his family inn to live out the rest of his life in relative peace and quiet following a certain incident and a period of fruitless adventuring. But he returns only to meet news that his dog had died, leaving him in a terrible mental state. So when Makkachin appears out of nowhere, he decides to return it to its owner in another kingdom before fully calling it quits.
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Rec’d by anonymous: Competing for Your Attention by IdunAurora, Gen, 72k (WIP) It was only later when the idea was planted into his head by a visiting Dragon Master, and it was only when he watched junior coordinator Viktor Nikiforov compete in a televised event that Yuuri decided he would take on the Hoenn League challenge when he reached the age of ten.
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The war with the Galra has stretched on for centuries and since the disappearance of the Last Paladin, the Resistance has been in shambles. With every passing day, the Galra’s control grows, infecting more worlds and building their army of mindless drones. Keith never cared for the war. Safe in the fringe colonies, surviving on nothing but his wits and skill, he thought the worst would pass him by. Until he met Shiro, a disgraced captain on borrowed time, standing against the Galra with nothing left to lose but each other.
A galactic war, a dangerous enemy, and a deadly synthetic virus. A story of two unwilling heroes fighting to find love against impossible odds.
“GET OFF ME WOMAN!!” Hesky shouts
throwing Karen off him and running out the door.
“YOU WILL ACCEPT MY VALENTINE
LOVE!!!” she shouts chasing after him holding her home made
chocolates above her head.
The two Humans screaming and running
past Dr Loop’s door was nothing out of the ordinary these days, he
liked the Humans and found them fascinating and rather good company.
That did not mean that he did not find them odd to the point of
thinking they were all insane. Some were quiet and preferred to be
alone and other were loud and found hurting themselves to be
hilarious. Suddenly his door opened with another Human limping.
“What happened to you?” Dr Loop
“Sergeant Stabby got me” he
“Why do you keep it around and why
the Admiral allows that thing to stay I’ll never know”
“Don’t talk ill of Sergeant Stabby,
he is war hero you know”
“IT is a cleaning machine”
“Irrelevant he is a hero and deserves
“SHHHHHH here he comes”
Sergeant Stabby made his way into the
Dr’s office and bumped into a few wall and furniture all the while
the Human stood up and saluted it until it left.
“Tell me something um…” Dr Loop
“Cho, tell me something Cho is it the
norm for you race to be so….nuts?”
Cho smiled “You’ve never been to
Terra have you?”
“Shame, because if you think we are
crazy you’d love to see us on our home world”
Dr Loop just scoffed and went to look
at Cho’s foot. “The bleeding has already stopped”
“Well yeah he doesn’t stab us deeply”
“But still for wound like this to
stop bleeding so soon”
“Yeah it’s clotting? Wait…have you
worked on Humans before”
“I have studied Human anatomy yes”
“But actually worked with one? In
person before we got here?”
Dr Loop did not like his skills being
questioned, his race the Seelom were a very proud race especially of
“It matters not, I know all the ins
and outs of your kinds bodies, probably better than you and the rest
of your backwards and primitive kind”
Cho raised an eyebrow “Give your arm
for a sec” he asked.
“Just trust me”
Dr Loop gave him one of his right arms
and Cho stuck out his tongue all the while looking at his face for a
reaction but Dr Loop just looked confused and a little disgusted.
Cho licked his arm and a split second
later Dr Loop was screaming as Cho’s saliva burned through his skin.
Dr Loop fell tot he floor cradling his
arm and after a few more seconds the burning stopped and Cho was on
“Guess you forgot our saliva is like
acid to your kind” he said and left without helping him up.
The Benemar Chief of Admiral Polts
fleet was back on Bento Prime, he had already been disgraced for not
seeking justice after one of his clan leaders was killed by a Human
female. And to let the Humans gain all the glory for the liberation
of Remer making their kind out to be a joke.
“Cheif Goolack of the Benemar step
forward!” called one of the High Chieftains and he stpped forward.
“You are a coward and weak, you let
the murder of your own kind go unanswered and these Humans push you
around like your are their slave, what say you in your defence”
Chief Goolack stood up straight, the
chains around his wrists were heavy and those around his legs were
heavier, his pig-like nose snorted and his tusks had been cut to show
“I am a Benemar and I fought for our
people and uphold my laws and our laws say that the STRONG!!! rule.
Well the Humans have shown their strength and I saw their might in
battle against a foe who outnumbered them many times over and they
came away from that battle covered in the blood of their enemies.
They are the only race who has ever besieged our world and you judge
me as a coward for respecting strength?”
“They are the ENEMY!!! they burned
our breeding pens and they must be wiped out. They are gaining too
much power, power they are taking from us”
The court cheered and banged their
weapons which were a combination of ancient war axes and rifles
against their armour.
“Let this cry go out across to the
star to all Benemar, the Alliance high command has given us the
location oft heir breeding ground, we march…TO WAR!!!!”
The Benemar all over the Alliance
suddenly began disappearing from Alliance ships, when asked why they
were going back to their home world they simply replied “The High
Chief has risen the banner”
Many thought this was the Benemar about
to begin an independent push into Gal territory but they did not deny
or confirm this and the army on Bento Prime continued to grow, the
Humans though did not trust the Benemar and kept their eye on them.
Life in Admiral Polts fleet went on a s
usual, or as usual it could be with the Humans around and with the
Benemar now gone their was no hostility in the air. The Humans did
their best to include the other races in their odd practices such as
celebrating the anniversary of ones birth. They even as far to
inquire to the other races celebrations and traditions and asked to
take part which made the others rather flattered. They ranged from
celebrating the unification of the Fookkarl under one banner which
the Humans described as one large orgy as there was a lot of kissing
but the Humans obliged.
The fun did not stop there.
Depit, an Elong like Admiral Polt was
travelling in the ship main elevator to the observatory when it
stopped to let a number of other crew off but only person got on. It
was a Human, female by the looks of her but her stomach was huge,
maybe she had just eaten he thought to himself. The elevator stopped
a few more times and before long it was only him and this Human who
from her tag her name was Sergeant Cathy. He started to sweat, he saw
what was left of the body of the Benemar that she had attacked.
She smiled at him and gave a nervous
smile back but nothing was said between them, until the elevator
suddenly and harshly stopped.
“Ahhh!” Cathy screamed at the
sudden change of momentum.
“Are you okay?” he asked and she
nodded. “Must be a power outage” he tired raising maintenance but
go response, there was no power to the that call button either.
Suddenly Cathy was breathing fast and hard.
“Umm, are you sure you’re okay” he
asked again but she shook her head and held her large stomach.
“The baby is coming” she panted.
“Baby? What baby?”
“I’m FUCKING PREGNANT YOU ASSHOLE!!!
she screamed and he jumped.
“Oh? OH?!!! CRAP!”
Cathy sat down as her water broke and
“What do I do!! HELP!” he shouted
into the call button in some hope that someone would hear.
“What…what is your name?” she
“Depit, come here I need you to help
me” she said holding out her hand and he slowly came and she
“I don’t know what to do” Depit
“Just hold my hand and squeeze when I
“AHHHHHHH” Cathy screamed and
squeezed Depits hand so hard she broke two of his fingers as he had
tried to pull away when he heard the word squeeze.
“WHY YOU PULL AWAY!!!” she shouted
“You’ll break my hand if you squeeze
It then dawn on her that Humans were
far stronger than Elong, so she pulled off her trousers and tore off
a piece so she could bite down on it and screamed again.
“Why are you screaming what’s
happening I don’t how to help” Depit said panicking.
“IM HAVING CONTRACTIONS YOU FUCKING
“WHAT ARE THOSE!!!!”
“MY BODY IS GETTING READY TO PUSH THE
“WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK?!!!”
Another contraction came and she
screamed so loud Depit had to cover his ears.
This went on for over and hour till
finally Cathy stopped screaming as contractions suddenly stopped.
“Okay…okay” she said to herself
with Depit fanning her with his wings.
“How long does this usually go on
for?” he asked.
“My mother was in labour for 32 hours
“Ah don’t shout, I’m lucky the
contractions have stopped”
“What happens next?”
Cathy looked at him “Next comes the
“Elong births are lot…faster than
“You’re a bird race, you have it
easy” she laughed. Then started panting. “Here it comes! Get
between my legs!!”
Depit obeyed and cathy spread herself
and Depit froze.
“What do I do?”
Cathy burst into laughter “I’m
kidding, just guide it out”
Depit got ready and Cathy screamed
again, this time louder and so much Depit thoughtt he walls were
“I can see the egg”
“IT’S NOT AN EGG IT’S A FUCKING
HEAD!! WE DON’T LAY FUCKING EGGS!!!”
“WHAT!!! HOW THE…I’M SORRY…BY
CREATION WHAT THE…..!” he screamed as the head appeared.
Cathy started breathing again and moved
her hand to feel where the baby was “okay, one more” she
positioned herself and Depit put his hands by the baby’s head and
Cathy pushed with every ounce of her remaining strength and it fell
into Depits arms.
After the baby began crying he handed
it to Cathy who wrapped it up in her jacket and cradled it.
“It’s a boy” she said.
“No wonder your race is so tough, you
endure coming into the world like that and are willingly go through
it to bring one of your own into the world”
“And we do it over and over again,
I’ll be doing at least two more times I think” she laughed “What
did you say your name was again?”
“Depit, my name is Depit”
Cathy smiled and looked down at her son
“Do you mind if I call my son Depit?”
Depit’s eyes nearly shot out of his
head, for a child to bear ones name is a great honor among his
people. “You would do me that honour?”
“Of course, you brought him into the
world, well I did most of the work but still”
“Thankyou” he said smiling.
“Oh beware of the after birth”
“The what?” Depit said looking down
just as it slumped down in front of him.
In the higher levels and completely
unaware of the new addition to their family the Humans were having a
friendly game of football with some of the Aliens when Captain Clerk
called for a stop. Admiral Polt was with him and everyone could tell
by their Captains face that something had happened.
“Men and woman of the 8th
Human army” Clerk started “Approximately 16 hours ago the Benemar
launched a full scale assault on Terra”
The air became heavy as if every Human
and Alien had stopped breathing, no one spoke.
“The battle is still going on and all
Human forces are being recalled to aid the defence force fighting
there, our latest report says they have breached our outer defence
net and are landing their troops. So get your stuff I want us ready
to go yesterday!!”
The Humans didn’t say anything and as a
single mind dropped what they were doing and ran to their quarters
and collected all their belongings and things they brought with them.
The cargo hold that they had made their own was dismantled within 10
minutes, every Human was found and accounted for including Cathy and
her new son Depit. Hesky was thrilled to see his son but annoyed that
she named him something that reminded him of cesspit.
Within 2 hours the Humans were all
loaded onto their own ships, they said a quick farewell to their
Alien friends and set off for Terra.
The Benemar continued their assault,
unaware that word had gotten out about their attack on Terra, unaware
of the armada coming for them.
so, my buddy littledivinity and i have been talking beauty & the beast a lot, because ‘tis the season, and we somehow stumbled upon the idea of the story being told about a middle aged belle and the beast instead of youngins, and how that would make the story even more resonant.
and then just now i randomly thought, “what if nicole kidman and ewan mcgregor starred in such a film?”, because my soul needs nicole kidman and ewan mcgregor to fall in love again on a movie screen like it needs few other things in this life. plus, you know, musical, bright colors, awesomeness, hurrah!
and then i thought, ‘but wait, actually, what i really want in this life, even more than brightly colored musicals, is more lowkey and lovely fairytale movies like exquisite and incomparable 1998 masterpiece ever after’
and just picture it!
nicole kidman is the longtime spinster school teacher who lives in a quaint vaguely magical 19th century-esque country village, but she’s a badass teacher who exposes her students to different philosophies of thought and probably takes them outside for nature studies and calisthenics. (so, basically, miss stacy from anne of green gables.) the school board hates her, probably, and is very suspicious of what kind of IDEAS she’s filling the local kids’ heads with (why does she keep saying it’s okay for girls not to want to be wives and mothers, or that it’s all right for boys to cry???? is it possible that she is A WITCH???), but her parents were very well regarded in the town when they were still alive and so that bought her some respect for awhile. but there’s a new fancy schmancy family with school aged kids in town, and they’re extremely disapproving of miss nicole, and trying to find a way to oust her as schoolteacher and replace her with a man who is probably very similar in temperament to mr. collins from pride & prejudice. a man who will put patriarchal gender roles back into childhood education!
meanwhile, ewan mcgregor is a grumpy old hermit duke or something who once had great wealth and privilege but has fallen into disrepair. maybe someone cursed (magically? complicated vengeance-ly, a la the count of monte cristo? who knows) his family long ago due to their shady rich people business dealings, and his father killed himself to escape the scandal and his mother died of heartbreak and his fiancee who he thought loved him steadfastly dumped him to marry another, and now ewan’s the last surviving member of his once-great family and he just lives alone this grand old manor house that has gone totally to seed. he isn’t an actual beast, because it seems like in this day and age that’s going to require levels of CGI that my quaint b&tb retelling movie just don’t need, but let’s say that he’s quite unshaven and dirty and generally off-putting and he sometimes ventures out into the forest that separates his estate from the village, but is never seen actually frequenting the village. there are abundant rumors that the forest and manor house are haunted by a beast/ghost/warlock/vampire (how does he SURVIVE if he doesn’t come to the weekly market for food???), and everyone knows you don’t go there.also, people like to gossip a ton about his family and the scandal even though it was decades ago and they all dead. because people suck.
so one night, some of nicole’s rowdy teen pupils maybe steal some wine from one of their parents’ liquor cabinets and venture into the woods and dare each other to go past the gate of his manor house, and he catches them at it and gets HELLA PISSED @ THESE UPPITY HOOLIGANS INVADING HIS PROPERTY. kids today!!!!!!!!! he probably locks them in the stables so he can deliver them a 5 hour lecture on why they suck, and also why all of humanity sucks. which isn’t the worst fate ever, but, like, he kind of looks like a straight up crazy ax murderer (crazy hair! crazy beard! tattered clothes! definitely hasn’t bathed this month!!!), so there’s some serious panic in the hearts of these kids.
Duanwu Festival: 5th day of the 5th lunar month Qu Yuan屈原 The Dragon Boat Festival, also called the Duanwu Festival, is celebrated on the fifth day of the fifth month according to the Chinese calendar. For thousands of years, the festival has been marked by eating zong zi (glutinous rice（糯米）wrapped to form a pyramid using bamboo or reed leaves) and racing dragon boats. The festival is best known for its dragon-boat races, especially in the southern provinces where there are many rivers and lakes. This regatta（赛舟会）commemorates the death of Qu Yuan , an honest minister who is said to have committed suicide by drowning himself in a river. Qu was a minister of the State of Chu situated in present-day Hunan and Hubei provinces, during the Warring States Period (475-221BC)（战国时期）. He was upright, loyal and highly esteemed for his wise counsel that brought peace and prosperity to the state. However, when a dishonest and corrupt prince vilified Qu, he was disgraced and dismissed from office. Realizing that the country was now in the hands of evil and corrupt officials, Qu grabbed a large stone and leapt into the Miluo River （汨罗江） on the fifth day of the fifth month. Nearby fishermen rushed over to try and save him but were unable to even recover his body. Thereafter, the state declined and was eventually conquered by the State of Qin. Zongzi粽子 The people of Chu who mourned the death of Qu threw rice into the river to feed his ghost every year on the fifth day of the fifth month. But one year, the spirit of Qu appeared and told the mourners that a huge reptile（爬行动物）in the river had stolen the rice. The spirit then advised them to wrap the rice in silk and bind it with five different-colored threads before tossing it into the river. During the Duanwu Festival, a glutinous rice pudding called zong zi is eaten to symbolize the rice offerings to Qu. Ingredients such as beans, lotus seeds（莲子）, chestnuts（栗子）, pork fat and the golden yolk of a salted duck egg are often added to the glutinous rice. The pudding is then wrapped with bamboo leaves, bound with a kind of raffia and boiled in salt water for hours. The dragon-boat races赛龙舟 The dragon-boat races symbolize the many attempts to rescue and recover Qu’s body. A typical dragon boat ranges from 50-100 feet in length, with a beam of about 5.5 feet, accommodating two paddlers seated side by side. A wooden dragon head is attached at the bow, and a dragon tail at the stern（船尾）. A banner hoisted on a pole is also fastened at the stern and the hull is decorated with red, green and blue scales edged in gold. In the center of the boat is a canopied shrine behind which the drummers, gong（铜锣）beaters and cymbal（铙钹）players are seated to set the pace for the paddlers. There are also men positioned at the bow to set off firecrackers, toss rice into the water and pretend to be looking for Qu. All of the noise and pageantry creates an atmosphere of gaiety and excitement for the participants and spectators alike. The races are held among different clans, villages and organizations, and the winners are awarded medals, banners, jugs of wine and festive meals.
all genres,mature content / 15.9k words / reincarnation!jjk au / enjoy !
req(s); Jungkook; Reincarnation!AU, forbidden lovers throughout different lifetimes starting from royalty; but in the present lifetime, the reader is already married (+) a slice of both dom and sub!jungkook smut
a/n; i spent so many weeks and days and hours on this and it is the longest oneshot/fic i have ever written by far, bUt i loved writing it so I really really hope you love reading it ! give me your thoughts nd such if you would be so kind,,,, i’d super duper appreciate it for this monster, much love <3
“You never know how truly you love someone until you lose them,” your mother always told you. It seemed an obvious thing, nodding your head with a smile as she brushed through the ends of your hair at the vanity. Her opulent necklaces always glinted in the firelight, or the sunshine coming through the windows on early mornings, lips parted with wise concentration and dresses making hushed sounds against the old concrete when she swayed back and forth. She didn’t believe in servitude, allowing them to keep place and tidy things in order to hold appearances, but when it came to personal tasks, and tasks regarding her children, your mother was certain the only way something was done right is if it was done by oneself. An idea that was deemed preposterous by much of the aristocracy.
You never understood the allure of royalty, the title of noble Lady holding such an snobby tone to it, one that your sisters wore with painfully obvious pride and arrogance. The palace felt far too large, even for the multitude of families who lived there, not to mention the king, Queen, Prince, Princesses, and all of the royal families’ bastard children, who ran amok unattended and judged based on their father’s decisions. You kept to the outskirts, never gathered in the fancied gardens, or dinner parties unless required, which was more often than you favored.
Like tonight, for instance, the annual King’s dinner and ball which was to be attended by all royalty and titled people living both within and in close proximity to the castle. Whenever people gathered here they seemed to have a hard time leaving, and those who lingered always ensnared themselves into the most troubling of situations.
Your mother’s fingers are soft and gentle as they work out the tangles of your hair. Since your father died when you were a young girl, your mother had blossomed, no longer kept down by the oppressive tendencies of men. She could go as she pleased, dress as she pleased, and her favor with the queen granted her access to any area she pleased. They were playmates as children in the palace, and while your mother spoke ill of no one, she never failed to minutely scrunch up her nose in distaste at mention of the king. She claimed that he dampened her friends once vibrant spirit, made her nothing more than a housewife, a domestic mother, and while your sisters wondered what else a woman could be for than to make heirs and tend to their husbands, you could see the inequality and dreary living that the scales of renaissance life possessed.
You never sought a husband, half out of disinterest and half never wanting to be controlled by anyone other than yourself, and if that earned you whispers and eyes behind your back so be it. Better to be standing with it to other people than constantly on it.
“What is this occasion for?” You ask, running kohl along the lines of your eyelids, “another ambassador in town?”
“Not quite so,” your mother’s tone dissuades yours, catching her eye in the mirror as she sets the forgotten comb beside you, “the king’s son has returned from his schooling and military exploits in Western Europe.”
“I didn’t hear him announced,” you remark, wondering where you could have been when the trumpets went off, “the queen must be overjoyed.”
“On the contrary,” your mother stays silent for a moment, watching your face work out the puzzle. “He is the son of the king’s first mistress, who died in childbirth. The king favors him greatly, so don’t act as a shutin. Remember, those who favor those the king favors-”
“-get king’s favors, I know,” you mock her, repeating the line she always did in order to get you to play nice, “but if he’s a bastard, why would the king throw a celebration in his honor?”
The light catches the gold in her dress as she spins, firelight igniting her hair while she speaks. “I believe the king is aiming to get him legitimized. He has bribed the church a great deal and sum in order of persuade them into attending this event tonight, therefore we must all be present to show our appreciation and love for his son. You were playmates once,” she adds, “as young children.”
“I don’t remember that,” you state the obvious, continuing with your prior train of thought, “but if he’s legitimized, that would mean-”
“Yes, flower,” your mother silences you with her favorite nickname, “it means he would be king. And that centuries of tradition and birthright would be absconded in the name of male pride.” Her tone savors slightly of bitterness, bringing the trace of a grin to your lips.
“What’s his name?” You ask, setting the stylo down and replacing it with a puff for rouge. “The son’s?”
“I believe it’s Jungkook,” your mother says absently, drifting away to lay out your gown, “I’m quite certain it’s Jeon Jungkook.”
After the war, both Harry and Draco isolated themselves. They would take any excuse to leave the chaos; whether it be climbing out the window onto the roof of Gryffindor tower, or sneaking out through a trapdoor in the dungeons to sit under the big oak tree text to the lake.
They would look out into the sky or over the water and sigh, because nothing would ever be the same again.
Some evenings, while the sky was bright with reds, oranges and pinks, Harry would glance towards the lake, seeing a lone figure sitting under the
Some mornings, when the sky was dusty pink and mottled with dark blue, Draco would stare up at the roof of Gryffindor tower and see the silhouette of somebody sitting on the roof.
People asked Harry if he was okay.
People asked Draco if they could help him.
Until one day, they met in the middle. They wanted to know who the mysterious person on the roof or by the water was. They walked through the castle before bumping into each other.
They looked at one another and then looked away, not sure what they could say. Draco looked up at Harry, his silver eyes laced with regret. He took his hand and gently touched Harry’s face and turned it towards him.
Green eyes met grey, and they both knew that the mysterious person that they were searching for was standing before them.
“I’m sorry.” Draco whispered, his hand still resting on Harry’s cheek, as tears gathered in his eyes.
Draco’s hands shook from the effort it took to not let out his emotions. He was a Malfoy. No matter how disgraced, he would always be a Malfoy. A monster. A Death Eater who didn’t deserve to even be near the Savior.
“Don’t be.” Harry replied softly, surprising the Slytherin.
Draco couldn’t help the tears that slid silently down his face as both boys stood closely together in the deserted corridor. Harry brought a thumb up and wiped away the tears staining Draco’s porcelain cheeks.
“Please, never be sorry for what you were forced to do.” Harry whispered as the tears kept flowing, before pressing a soft kiss of reassurance into his forehead.
The black haired wizard pulled the blonde into a tight hug, wrapping his arms tightly around the crying Draco’s back; Draco rested his chin softly on Harry’s shoulder.
"I had no choice. God, I’m a monster. I’m so selfish.” Draco wept into Harry’s neck, but Harry didn’t mind.
"No, you’re not. You did what you had to do, as did I-” Harry took a deep breath a Draco’s sobs slowed. “the past is behind us. All we have left if the future.”
And thus began a friendship. A friendship that nobody but themselves could explain the origins of.
The friendship turned into love. A type of love so strong it had to be fate. But nobody but themselves knows the origin of.
The Benemar swarmed across Terra almost
completely unchecked, their sheer numbers and the suddenness of their
attack meant the Humans were unprepared for such and assault and even
though their orbital defence platforms reaped a bloody toll on their
attackers the Benemar overwhelmed them. Still the Humans fought,
determined to make the Benemar pay in blood for every inch of Terran
soil they took and for every Human they killed the Benemar would
loose a hundred of their warriors.
The Benemar focused their assault on
the heavily populated area with little military presence, the
bombardment form space alone killed millions before they even began
landing their warriors to begin culling the population. But as the
attack went on the Humans were able to mobilize more of their assets
and the Benemar’s advance began to slow. But they were still heavily
outnumbered and out gunned, stalling is all the Human generals could
High Chieftain Veetop sat upon his
throne overlooking the planet below and watched it burn, it was as he
thought, the Humans were weak and they ran from his armies and
screamed as they were slaughtered. He wished he was down there but he
had lost the bought with High Chieftain Beeqol so he was resigned to
command the fleet.
The now slave Goolack was chained to
his throne naked and forced to watch as his own warriors were now
under the command of his rivals, his entire clan had been disgraced
and disbanded but still he kept up the pretence that this will end
badly for the Benemar.
“I wonder what Human slaves are like?
I look forward to beating them into submission” High Chieftain
Veetop said to himself, so far no Humans had been captured but there
was still time, they had a number of outlining worlds and there were
still billions left on their homeworld.
“They will not submit” Goolack
“Silence! You lost your right to ever
speak again” he shouted hitting him.
“I shall show you how Benemar live,
we do not let other races oppose us us, we conquer them!”
General Patton command the Terran
defence force from an underground bunker hidden in the Antarctic,
here he had access to the entire planets forces and his commanders
and the picture was looking bleak at first look. But he had a plan
and soon enough all the pieces would be in place, all that was needed
was his reinforcements. He just hoped they would get there in time.
Outside the solar system the 8th
army arrived and joined the task force that was gathering just
outside of scanning range. Admiral Winston had wanted to attack the
moment he arrived but General Patton had told him to wait, his
captains were also getting impatient as the longer they waited to
more people died.
“Are we really just going to wait
here sir” Captain Clerk asked.
“Those are our orders, general Patton
has superiority as he is the acting supreme commander and has some
sort of plan in place” The Admiral replied and his tone betrayed
that he did not like waiting either.
“But the longer we wait the more
innocent people are dying!” Captain Kiev objected his thick Russian
accent putting heavy meaning on his words.
“Do we at least know the situation on
the ground sir?” Captain Williams asked polity.
“We know is the Benemar have landed
close to 12 million troops but the figure may be more-”
“12 million!! There was only a
fraction of the defence force on the planet” Kieve interrupted.
“Yes Captain and I would prefer if
you did not interrupt me again” Admiral Winston said getting to his
“It’s all right, I understand your
frustration but as I was saying because of the large number of enemy
troops our forces have fallen back to more defensible positions but
we have strongholds on all major continents”
The captains all fell silent, they had
no choice but to wait and have faith in their comrades on Terra to
hold the line.
General Patton held on tight as another
bomb landed on the surface above, somehow the Benemar had found his
bunker and were trying to dig him out, the intent was to cut off the
head and body will die.
“Put me through to the enemy fleet, I
think it’s we had a chat”
“Yes General” answered a com
operator and he gave the thumbs up when the connection was made.
“This is General Abraham Patton of
the Terran defence force”
The main monitor then shifted to show
the bridge of the Benemar flagship, it was a dark and horrid place
but sitting in his throne was the Benemar High Chieftain Veetop
looking very pleased with himself.
“Ah General have you reconsidered my
offer for your surrender?” he growled grinning all across his face.
“Actually I was going to ask if you
wanted to surrender” he countered as another bomb hit.
High Chieftain Veetop gave a throaty
laugh that almost sounded like he was going to choke and spat on the
Benemar chained to his throne.
“Me? Surrender? Have you gone mad
with fear Human”
“You really don’t understand us at
all do you?”
“I understand enough that your kind
are weak and cowards, your world burns before me, your people are
being enslaved and if you think I am going to surrender then you are
General Patton smiled “I guess then
that your answer is no?”
“Good” Patton cut the link and was
put through to Admiral Winston.
“Admiral, you may begin your attack
now, we are ready”
Patton smiled at his friends eagerness
to get into the fighting and turned to his operators. “Are all
“Yes General, all platforms are
powered and awaiting your order”
“Good, deploy the orbital guns and
order the counter attack”
All across the planet the Humans
suddenly stopped retreating and turned and fought back with every
ounce of strength they could, all Benemar fronts began to encounter
series resistance and could no longer advance. This sudden change In
the Humans manner caught them of guard and many began falling back.
But that was not all, underground and hidden from both scanners and
prying eyes were huge bases, the ground parted to allow a cannon the
size of a skyscraper to emerge and point up at the Benemar fleet
above the planet.
“European gun ready”
“Mediterranean gun ready”
“Middle eastern gun ready”
“West and eastern Russian guns ready”
“Asian guns ready”
“Pacific guns ready”
“North and south American guns ready”
“African guns ready”
“All guns are deployed and ready to
General Patton gave a toothy smile as
he imagined the Benemar’s faces at the sudden appearance of these
weapons, they had no idea what was coming. He gave a single order.
The guns recoil was massive but was
built to withstand it, but the earth around it was kicked up and sent
anything close by flying as the immense power created it’s own shock
wave. They were fast to reload too and could fire a single shell
every ten seconds.
“High Chief we are detecting in
coming fore from the surface”
“Impossible, no gun has the power to
fire from the surface of a planet”
Just as he finished speaking one of the
shells struck his ship, it was only a glancing hit but it destroyed a
third of their port side guns, but the shell did not stop it
continued on and struck and destroyed a cruiser that was close by the
The entire Benemar fleet came under
fire, with thousands of ships in orbit it was impossible for the
Humans to miss even if they tried, the Benemar captains panicked and
tried to avoid this incoming fire but in the confusion they collided
with each other.
“High Chieftain, we are being torn to
shreds we must withdraw”
“I told you this was going to happen”
Goolack laughed and was quickly shot by the High Chieftain.
“Pull the fleet back out of range!”
“More ships have appeared behind us!”
“Who’s!!!” he demanded to know as
if he did not already know.
“Its the Humans”
The Benemar sensor operator did not
“I asked you how many?!”
The operator slowly turned “2064”
High Chieftain Veetop froze, that was
almost the number of fleets in the entire Benemar fleet, and he only
had half it under his command. “Get me High Chieftain Beeqol!”
“I can’t he’s dead, all of our forces
are being overrun or are in retreat order is breaking down”
Veetop screamed in frustration.
Admiral Winston stood on his bridge
watching the main monitor and the Benemar fleet desperately trying to
get out of range of the orbital guns, he grinned as he saw what
Patton was planning. The catch them between a rock and hard place.
“All ships, target the Benemar forces
and engage on my command”
He quickly got his confirmations from
“2nd army fleet The Barons
“8th army fleet The Desert
“9th army fleet The
Heavens Wrath ready”
In total there were 12 fleets in this
task force under Admiral Winston and like Patton he gave one order.
If the fire from the planet was
considered bad the fore from the fleet was catastrophic, the two
points of fore tore the Benemar ships apart, those that were not
destroyed by the opening barrage tried to make a run for it past the
Human fleet. They too were shredded under multiple broadsides and
their escape pods destroyed, there were to be no survivors.
The battle engagement last only a few
scant hours but int hat time, close to 50 million Benemar were
dead…none had been able to escape and no word got back to heir home
world of what had happened.
“Your timing is excellent as always
Admiral” Patton congratulated.
“As is your planning, well done”
“So I guess your men will need some
“Oh no, we have been attacked and
this is a declaration of war” Admiral Winston grinned,
“To the Benemar homeworld then?”
General Patton said.
“To the Benemar homeworld”
Bento Prime satellites detected
incoming ships and rejoiced at the returning of their fleet, they
prepared to welcome home their conquering hero’s