#& dark swan ofc.

[cto10121]

Bella wore a sleeveless white lace chemise as her ~farewell outfit to Phoenix and canonically longed for spaghetti straps and shorts, but people will still claim with their whole chest that Bella’s khaki-colored skirt was floor-length.

#🤦‍♀️ #twilight #anti anti twilight #the power of fanon #bella swan #yeah the spaghetti straps and shorts thing was in twilight at that #the persephone vibes were vibin’ in that first chapter alone #a literal sunshine maiden #who secretly longs for the cold and dark ofc #also #the girl who wanted to wear renée’s gift of sexy victoria secret nightwear #would honestly have a floor-length skirt #bella’s idea of long was probably knee-length lol #twilight renaissance #twilight meta #twilight clownery

[ursamajori]

does anyone know if there’s like a place you can see what the neverafter characters’ like. specific builds are like subclasses and any UA and all that bc i’m super curious what kind of ranger rosamund is

#she’s not revised bc she doesn’t have all encompassing ignore diff terrain #but idk if she’s classic or tashas #sorry hi everyone i’m the ranger friend. #starspeak #d20 #neverafter #side note if anyone has this for acofaf as well i wanna confirm if sweet pillar boy is drow based or not #sorry hi everyone i’m also the drow friend #like some i can tell what they are just by talking for example gerard is battlemaster ofc and pib is. fuck i Know the sc but not it’s name #the issue is w rosamund all i’ve picked up on so far is her adding on d6 to #an attack which usually eliminates hunter and horizon walker (colossus slayer+planer warrior are both d8) #and gloomstalker (dread ambusher is d8 and only the first round of combat) #and for gs she can’t see in the dark and isn’t invis in the dark so. #monster slayer + like all the new scs and tasha editions swap all that out with d6 which is stupid but also d6 COULD be hunters mark #so. i simply do not know. if i had to guess i’d say tasha’s hunter subclass but #or just regular hunter abs using hunters mark #she also said smth abt swans and that totally lost me ngl #edit. swarm. she said swarm. not swan #she’s a swarm keeper. #also pib is a mastermind

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

Not a huge update, but I did change my icon (to my ikepri avatar again bc... she so pretty <3) and I tweaked my desc just a little so that it links to my about, bc I don't wanna put all my info into there and bloat it, ton of info's in the link lol

Fingers crossed tumblr doesn't go crazy again like that time all accts with links were getting banned or messed with, I still have ptsd from it

#and here's to hoping people stop assuming im a minor bc they didn't check for the pinned #i did kinda forget to add it in the desc but like i always check the desc first then look for a pinned post ..but whelp #also fun fact i did not end up getting the full set i got broken pieces for the avatar bc i used some gacha tickets and uuhh..... #...i had to try and edit in the collar piece bc i got the black and purple one instead riiippp lol. #the dress and headpiece i got in white (odette) and the rest (cuffs collar shoes) i got the purple ones (odile) #ended up getting his dark outfit; the light bg; and the dark effect.. whole ass mess going on.. just wait til i post that next lmao ;;;; #but anyway swan lake has been one of my fav things/ballet/music etc since like i was teeny tiny so ...ofc i had to go for it 🤧 #my post 📫 #aerin.jpg #l'hôtel.ikepri #aerin.avis #aerin's avatars #aerin.jpeg

[little-diable]

The Assistant - Charlie Swan (smut)

Another day, another Charlie fic. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: (Y/n) is hired as Charlie's assistant, and even though he doesn't want an assistant, it doesn't take long for them to give in.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, swallowing, somewhat public sex, age gap (legal reader ofc)

Pairing: Charlie Swan x fem!reader (2.4k words)

“Charlie, you’ve got a second?” Charles called out to the man, eyes flickering from (y/n)’s features to the chief. The man had his eyes set on the file he was working on, slowly looking up from the paper. His dark eyes met hers, taking in her features before his slightly confused gaze finally wandered to the police officer. “That’s (y/n), your new assistant.”

“Assistant? I don’t need an assistant, Charles.” The chief’s voice was deep, rougher than (y/n) had expected. She seemingly grew tense next to Charles, eyes trying to find his to figure out why the man didn’t know of her new position. 

“Oh, c’mon, we’ve talked about this. You barely make it home before midnight, Charlie, we all know you’d like to spend more time with Bella, and (y/n) can help make that happen.” The chief’s gaze wandered back to (y/n)’s frame, studying the woman for a moment before a deep sigh rumbled through him. Slowly he raised his hand to point to the chair across from his, watching her move closer, all too hesitantly. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you weren’t involved in this.” She murmured her words, barely able to hold eye contact with the handsome chief. (Y/n) had lived in Forks for a while by now, was no stranger to chief Swan’s appearance, and yet she had never been able to speak to him like this, closer than ever before. He was handsome, undoubtedly so, had something almost mysterious to him that perfectly aligned with the aesthetic of Forks, the town surrounded by trees for miles on end. 

“Not your fault.” He closed his file and leaned back in his chair, reaching for his cup of coffee to buy himself some more time. “So, tell me, what did they hire you for?” 

“For everything you need me, basically. I’ll make your coffee, take notes, organise your cases and do all administrative stuff, so you can make it home by six.” (Y/n) didn’t comment on it, but the man seemed to grow uneasy at her mention of being able to make it home, awfully oblivious to his uncomfortableness of making it home to an empty house. It felt like he was living with a shadow, the memory of a daughter he rarely saw, since she barely parted from her boyfriend and his family, one with the ones Charlie didn’t quite trust. 

“Mhm, alright. I start my days at eight am, sharp, we don’t have much time for breaks.” She didn’t manage to stop her chuckles from bubbling out of her, interrupting him with her lips pulled into a smile as the chief studied her with a curious gaze. 

“Don’t worry about that, they’ve shared everything with me, I’ve got your routine written down in detail.” A hum rumbled through the man, and for a few seconds he stared at her, not saying much. She didn’t dare let her eyes wander, holding contact till he finally gave in. Charlie tried to reach for his empty coffee cup, but (y/n) was faster, hand darting out to grab ahold of the cup, leaving his office with a small “I’ll refill it for you”. 

And all Charlie could do was watch her disappear, unable to stop his chuckle from clawing through him, murmuring a soft “She’s good” to himself. 

—

“Grab yourself something to write.” Charlie moved past (y/n)’s table, putting on his jacket as he was walking towards his car, waiting for her to follow. 

She had been with him for about two weeks now, adapting to his routine, slowly but surely getting the man to open up. By now both were sharing their lunch breaks, exchanging stories and memories, learning more about one another. Charlie even shared some details about his home life, the daughter he barely saw, the boyfriend he didn’t really like and the uneasy feeling simmering deep inside of him. And (y/n) was right there, to listen, to try and help him with his fear, desperate to put a smile onto his thin lips. 

“Where are we going?” (Y/n) asked as Charlie started the car, taking turns left and right to make their way to their destination. Charlie had his dark eyes set on the road ahead, silently cursing the rain that started pouring, pitter pattering against his windows. 

“Something had killed most of James’ sheep.” For the past weeks Charlie had tried to figure out what was killing the animals around, adding more and more to the growing number with every passing day. The whole town was in on the hunt, trying to get rid of whatever kept them on their toes. “Do you have an umbrella?”

(Y/n) could only shake her head, not getting the chance to reply as Charlie had already parked the car and ripped his door open. He rounded the car, helping her out of it with his arm tightly slung around her waist and his jacket held over their heads. Her heart was racing, mind focusing on the tight grip he had on her, fingers buried in her skin. 

Both found shelter in the farmer’s barn, greeting the man who had been waiting for them. (Y/n) desperately tried to focus on the words the two men were exchanging, scribbling down whatever she could pick up, but her mind wouldn’t let her rest, eyes focused on Charlie, the chief that was still standing close to her, perhaps a tad bit too close. The scent of his cologne stuck to her, mixed with the scent of rain and coffee, a comforting mixture she found herself silently obsessing over. 

“(Y/n)?” Charlie murmured her name, ripping her out of a trance with a slight chuckle rumbling through him. “It’s been a long day, huh?”

Heat flushed through her as she murmured a small “Sorry”, hoping that she’d be able to stop her thoughts from wandering. “Alright, thank you for your time, James. I’ll call you if we find something, take care.” 

Once again Charlie slung his arm around her waist, guiding (y/n) back to the car, patiently waiting for her to get inside before he rounded the car. Heat blew from the aircon, hoping to warm her shuddering frame up. Charlie’s hand found her thigh, absentmindedly rubbing the soaked through fabric, oblivious to the way (y/n) grew tense, pupils dilating. 

“How about we’ll get you home, so you can change?” Their eyes met for a second, and with a nod thrown his way, (y/n) watched Charlie start the car, making his way back out of the forest. 

—

“Can I help you?” (Y/n)’s eyes met the ones of a girl a few years younger than her, taking in the features that unmistakably reminded her of Charlie. It took her a few moments to realise that Bella had found her way to the police station. “You must be Bella.”

“I’m looking for my dad.” With a nod shot Bella's way, (y/n) let her eyes wander towards Charlie’s frame, watching him through the window of his door. It took the man a moment to feel her eyes on him, shooting (y/n) a small smile before his gaze wandered towards Bella. 

“I’m almost finished, then we can head out for some lunch. Bells, that’s (y/n).” Heat flushed through her at the all too obvious gaze Bella shot her father, wondering what Charlie had told his daughter about her. 

“I only came by to tell you that I’ll have lunch with the Cullen’s today.” A knowing smile widened on Bella’s lips, eyes flickering towards (y/n) for a second before they found their way back to Charlie. An awkward tension began to rise between them, followed by a few moments of silence, before (y/n) decided to put an end to the situation, turning towards Charlie with a smile. 

“I’ll get you some lunch, same as always?” Charlie watched (y/n) reach for her bag, shooting Bella a small smile before she started to move towards the door. 

“Wait, I’ll drive with you, gotta make use of my lunch break.” 

---

“I don’t think you should drink coffee this late in the evening.” (Y/n) placed Charlie’s refilled cup down on his table, looking over his shoulder to get a glimpse of the file he was working on. It was way past 10 pm, the two were the only ones left at the station, and while Charlie tried to wrap his head around the new case, (y/n) found herself watching him from the chair across from his. 

“Mhm, you sound like Bella.” Her chuckles echoed through the office, forcing his eyes to meet hers for a second. Charlie couldn’t stop his grin from widening on his lips, averting his gaze before it’d get too obvious. “Come, look at that, tell me what you see.” 

(Y/n) moved closer once again, coming to a halt right next to Charlie, trying to focus on whatever he was pointing at. The blurry picture didn’t show much, a bunch of trees, nothing else her eyes could make out. She felt his heat radiating off him, standing closer to the man than she had intended, side brushing against his hand, making goosebumps rise on her skin. 

“I,” she had to clear her throat, eyes threatening to flicker towards Charlie. “It’s just trees.” (Y/n) tried to take a step back, but she found herself losing her balance, hand darting out to catch herself, and with a gasp rumbling through her, (y/n) ended up pressed against Charlie. For a few seconds neither Charlie nor (y/n) dared to move, but the second (y/n)’s gaze flickered down to his lips, she felt him move closer. 

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, eyes meeting his before Charlie closed the gap between them, giving into the pull both had felt for the past days. The kiss was rushed, fueled by their need, the urges and desires keeping them going, desperate to explore more of one another. Charlie pressed (y/n) against his table, parting from her for a second to ask a raspy “Are you sure?”.

“Fuck, yes, need you, Charlie, please.” With a satisfied hum rumbling through Charlie, he pushed her onto his table, nestling between her thighs. His lips found back to hers, moustache tickling her skin, while his hands worked on her blouse, tugging it over her head to gain access to her chest. (Y/n)’s moans filled the office, eyes fluttering close as she felt him fumble with her trousers, lips wandering down her throat to find her sweet spot. 

Her hands were trembling, toying with the buckle of his belt, needing to feel him in her hands, finally touching him like she had been dreaming of doing for the past weeks. The tension between them kept growing, threatening to push through them like a volcano erupting. She shuddered against him as she finally managed to free his cock, pumping him with shaking hands. 

(Y/n) let go of him to stand up, allowing Charlie to push her trousers down her legs before he turned her around and pushed her front back down on the table. Her hands found the edge of the table, clinging to it with her hands, needing to find something to hold onto. 

“There’s no going back after we do this, are you really sure about it?” Charlie had trouble wrapping his head around the fact that (y/n) wanted him as much as he wanted her, clinging to the mere thought of calling her his one day. “Need to hear you saying it, baby.” 

“Charlie, I’ll start screaming, if you don’t fuck me now.” A throaty laugh rumbled through the man, and with his hand finding her waist, he pushed into her from behind, groaning as her walls clenched around his cock. (Y/n)’s whimpers urged him on, pulling out only to thrust back into her tightness, groaning whenever her walls fluttered around him.

Their bodies met over and over again, guided by his rough thrusts and her moans, eyes rolling back into her head. (Y/n) squealed his name as he met her swollen spot, struggling to keep on breathing, already feeling her orgasm building up. 

“You feel so good, fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this since your first day ‘round here.” The confession left her moaning, teeth buried in her lower lip. (Y/n) struggled to reply, unable to form a full sentence, could only whimper his name. He slung one arm around her waist, hand finding her swollen bundle of nerves, thumb moving in circling motions.

Charlie kept staring at his cock, watching it disappear inside of her, coated in her arousal. Both were about to give in, trying to hold on, not wanting to end the moment just yet. Charlie’s hand wandered up her spine, pulling her from the table against his chest, leg raised with a hand guiding her thigh. 

“Fuck, Charlie, I’m-” her orgasm rocked through her without another warning, eyes squeezed shut, hand finding his forearm to claw her fingernails into his skin. He kept fucking her, forehead pressed against her shoulder to relish in the sensation, in the way her walls gripped his cock. 

He pulled out of her moment before he could cum, pumping himself with a deep groan roaring through the night. She sank to her knees with trembling limbs, eyes meeting his as she opened her mouth, tongue exposed to him. And with a heavy groan he came, releasing himself on her tongue, allowing (y/n) to taste him. 

“Here, I got you.” Charlie pulled her back to her feet, allowing (y/n) to rest against the table as both slowly redressed. Their eyes met again, and with a breathy chuckle rumbling through her, (y/n) pulled Charlie in for another kiss. 

#Charlie Swan smut #Charlie Swan imagine #twilight

[nekoannie-chan]

Week 13 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 13 2024 or Week 221, as always, fics will be listed in the order I read them.

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 13 2024:

My bloody valentine  (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @mhysa-leesi ❤️ 🖤

The Gemini chapter 5 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rogersideup 💙

Temporary custody part 3  (Stucky X OFC) by @sarahowritesostucky ❤️

Need someone older (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckys-wintersoldier ❤️

Back and forth part 5 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann 💙

Temporary custody part 4  (Stucky X OFC) by @sarahowritesostucky ❤️

His little dolly (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @late-to-the-party-81 ❤️

Always and forever part 17 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @zaraomarrogers 💙 💚

Temporary custody part 5  (Stucky X OFC) by @sarahowritesostucky ❤️

I wrote a thing called Daddy Fantasies (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @i-mushi ❤️

Hideout (4.2)(Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ronearoundblindly ❤️

Temporary custody part 6  (Stucky X OFC) by @sarahowritesostucky ❤️

A dream come true (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @queen-of-the-avengers 💚

Hawkeye part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @swan-of-sunrise 💚

Temporary custody part 7  (Stucky X OFC) by @sarahowritesostucky ❤️

Pleasure (Stucky X Reader) by @marvelavengerspovs1 ❤️

How Steve Tries to Impress You(Steve Rogers X Reader) by @fictionismyreality3 💚

Temporary custody part 8  (Stucky X OFC) by @sarahowritesostucky ❤️

Never say “no” to your husband  (322222222222!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckys-wintersoldier ❤️ 🖤

ALL TIED UP - FIVE (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @jen-with-a-pen 💚

Invitation (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @stargazingfangirl18 ❤️

#Annie recommends #Week 13 reblog masterlist

[royalrebelpropaganda]

ooh you should elaborate ooh

( @oklotea ) ( @dollmenace )

why ofc 🤭 with no further ado here are my transfem headcanons & explanations

duchess :

manifesto largely here , here , and here , but I don't ever clarify as to WHY I think she has trans girl energy, so I will elaborate now.

first of all, narrative role of swans in stories. especially in stories like the ugly duckling, where there's an "ugly" kid who is socially outcast, excluded, harassed, and ends up becoming something beautiful like they were always meant to be-- it works really well as a trans metaphor, and duchess is literally a swan <3

but that's not her story! and you'd be right to point that out. to me, there's something about the way she's constantly feeling left out of the other princess groups because she's not a "happily-ever-after princess," the way she's basically dismissed by the princessology teacher by her saying "are you sure you're a real princess?" -- and wanting so desperately to be one.

so she follows around ashlynn, so she yells at apple, so she tears raven to shreds. she is so jealous and I honestly really think that the jealousy translates really well to a sort of gender envy -- especially since she's constantly dismissed by the same girls. she's constantly portrayed as wanting to "steal" their stories, and really all she wants is a happily ever after, the same safety and comfort they get by being a princess. I think the metaphor kind of speaks for itself.

"Seems to me we need to win this thing so you can always be a girl." - Sparrow Hood to Duchess Swan, Next Top Villain

dexter :

manifesto here + also I ADORE @tiny-leafbug's transfem dex art

now I know a lot of people headcanon dex as transmasc, which honestly I can actually fully understand in the context of the show and diaries. the idea that he's constantly trying to perform this paragon of masculinity, and constantly falling short. I get it.

HOWEVER! the books is where I fell in love with dex, and in the books dex's vibe is different. he doesn't care about being a "prince charming," not really, and his relationship with his brother seems much more affectionate, with him responding to daring's ribbing in turn and not really caring about daring making fun of him. this lack of caring makes all that pressure put on his shoulders by his parents seem more like something he never wanted to live up to in the first place. on the boxes, he says -- well, I'm good at hero training. and in the books, raven notices the calluses on his hands, the skill he has in PE class. it's not that he's ever been bad at what his parents what him to do. it's that... he doesn't want to do it.

at some point he says "well ... everyone else has been able to recite their story since they learned to talk, while I'm facing this huge unknown." there's something about this lack of direction and destiny that sets him completely apart from students that need to be a certain thing. all dex ever had to do was be a prince, and still, he wants to rebel. still, he followed raven into the dark. because maybe he didn't want to be a prince at all.

raven said "check you out, totally rocking the prince-to-the-rescue gig," and dexter said "what? no, I mean... that's not really me." - Storybook of Legends

dexter, in the books, is constantly torn between the royals and the rebels, this loyalty he has to the first person that's ever seen him, and daring, who still wants him to be, yknow, him. he is expected, at all times, to perform as his brother, to be his brother. and he doesn't want that. he doesn't want that at all.

“And Prince Dexter Charming?” Kitty smiled hugely. Her smile lingered a moment after she disappeared. She reappeared beside Dexter, holding a broom, which she thrust into his hands. “He might become a wicked witch!”

Dexter looked at the broom, shrugged, and gave a small laugh, glancing over at Raven as if to check what she thought.”

- The Unfairest of Them All

cedar :

I don't have quite as much to say here; this isn't a headcanon I have 24/7, it's just fun to think about

she is constantly talking about how she "wants to be a real girl" and idk there is something trans about that. to me.

“I don’t know what to do,” said Cedar. “Am I supposed to sit with my friends same as always? Or pick a side based on what I want? I’m not a Royal, but then again I do want my destiny, when I’ll be changed from a puppet into a real girl, but then again, I do want others to be able to choose if they don’t like their destiny so… so I don’t know what to do now!” - The Unfairest of Them All

I hope this helped <33

#sockspeaks #cedar wood #dexter charming #duchess swan #transfem headcanons #ever after high #eah

[kmixer]

the confession

<3 Katsuki Bakugo x fem! reader!

<3 fluff

<3 sumary: Katsuki confesses to his crush

Bakugo had a crush on you for a few months now and it was slightly noticable. He was more calm around you and always knew what you needed at the time being.

you also had a crush on him for quiet some time to, but you never found the courage to tell him how you feel.

Now you were sitting on a bench in the park, drawing some beautiful swans while listening to laufey. you're not expecting anyone at the moment, but suddenly you see a shadow hovering you, and you look up to meet someone's dark red eyes. You turn off u music and stare at the figure before you.

"Bakugo! what are you doing here?" You ask with suprise, you didn't expect him to come to the park, because normally at this hour he would be fitnissing or doing something whole else then visiting you at the park.

"Just walking, i guess. You?" Bakugo says while coming to sit next to you, placing a tiny bag he carried beside him. He leaned over so he could look at your drawing, looking at the two swans in front of him and in your sketch book. "i didn't know you could draw that good" he said, smirking at the drawing

"Oh yea, i'm just drawing the swans over there. it's just some doodeling, so nothing that special. " You glance over to the bag, close your book, and put it in your bag.

"exuse my curiousity, but what's in the bag?" You say fidgeting the ring on your finger to calm ur butterflies down

"Oh, just come mochi i picked up from the store. Want one?" he says, giving you a light smile and picking up the bag and holding it out to you

"yea sure! mochi is my favorite, so thanks!" Bakugo ofc, now it was bc that why he picked it up, but he wasn't going to tell you that. You take the strawberry mochi out of the bag and take a bite while humming at the taste.

"Heh, what a coincidence" he said, scrathing the back of his neck. He was really trying to get too awkward because he was very nervous.

"Actually, i wanted to tell you something" he said while looking in ur beautiful eyes. He took a deep breath while you swallowed the piece of mochi you were munching on and looked at him curious.

"i..." he hasitated but continued. "i don't know how to say this, but i like you for some month also" He said while a cold sweat broke through because of how nervous he was.

You looked at him wide-eyed, and suddenly, you choke on your own spit for who knows what reason, and you begin coughing the life out of you while Katsuki looks worried at you. After some seconds, you stop coughing at looking at him, smiling while your eyes are filled with tears from the much coughing.

"well Katsuki i am happy to say i also like you, also for quite some time." You laugh akwardly. Bakugo chuckels at the tears in your eyes while one falls down your cheek, and he wipes it away with his thumb.

"Well, this is akward" Bakugo says, laughing at you when you wipe the tears from your eyes and apologize for the akward moment. "i know this embarrassing to ask, but can i kiss you?" he asks while looking away akwardly.

You pause of what you were doing but nodded slightly while becoming to face him. "yea you can" you say, chuckeling. Bakugo looks at you, and a red blanket begins covering his cheeks, but he doesn't hesitate and slowly begins to fill de gap between you two.

you look at his lips and then back at his dark red eyes, and before you know it, you feel his warm lip on yours, and you slowly close your eyes to feel the moment a bit more.

It wasn't a hard kiss, just a soft, not moving lip kiss. He separates his lip from yours, but you slowly kiss him again while making your arms around his back. You slwoly begin to move you twos lips against each other. after a few seconds, you separate them and smile at Bakugo while he gives you a blushing akwars smile back. You can't say much bc you were just as a him a blushing mess.

"are we now a thing?" You ask while looking at his dark red eyes.

yes, yes we are princess

okay, please don't come at me. This is the first time i have written a confession, and i also had to stop several times because of the second hand embaressment. i just hope some of you guys like it because idk if i do ;-;

This fic belongs to @kmixer on tumblr. Please do not repost and ask permission to use this idea!

#bnha #fluff #katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki fluff #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo mha #katsuki confessing

[middleearthpixie]

Something in the Night ~ Chapter Eighteen

Summary: Following the Battle of the Five Armies, a seriously wounded Thorin Oakenshield returns to Erebor to recuperate and eventually ascend the throne as king. With the deaths of Azog the Defiler and his son, Bolg, Thorin no longer has to worry about the bounty the Defiler placed on his head and can instead concentrate on restoring Erebor to its former glory. 

Nina Carren of Esgaroth has one goal—to make Thorin Oakenshield pay for unleashing Smaug the dragon unto her home—where he destroyed the town and killed her family. The Defiler might be gone, but his bounty remains very much in place, and she fully intends to collect on it. 

Finally, the opportunity shows itself for her to do just that, only to have it go horribly awry. Wounded and now at his mercy, neither Nina nor Thorin stopped to think what might happen, should things not go quite according to plan…

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x ofc Nina Carren

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.5k

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It was almost two in the morning by the time The Black Swan closed, and Nina looked forward to going back to the flat over on Stone Street, two blocks to the north, and getting some well-earned rest. 

She was taking out the last of the garbage when a dark figure emerged from the shadows. “Did you think I didn't recognize you?”

Nina spun about, jerking free the small dagger she kept tucked into her belt after the tavern closed, for just such an occasion. But then she realized she knew the low, growly voice and so did not swing the blade anywhere near Thorin, who wisely stood just beyond reach anyway.

“Are you mad, sneaking up on a body this way? I could have cut you to ribbons.”

Thorin moved into the path of the silvery moonlight. “I’m surprised you didn’t.” His expression neutral, he just held her gaze. “And, as you can see, I live, so that would suggest no one claimed the bounty on my head, doesn’t it?”

She scowled up at him. “I’ve work to do.”

But when she tried to move past him, he stepped into her path. She added a glare to her scowl. “Move.”

“You have no right to be angry with me, you know,” he told her. “I didn't betray you.”

She flinched at that. “And I didn't betray you, either.”

“Not for lack of trying, only for lack of courage.”

The dagger in her grasp was warm and light and it would take but a blink of an eye for her to swing and slit his throat. But, her hand remained at her side. “You’re right, Thorin. I lack courage. That would be the only reason, wouldn’t it?”

His eyes glinted dangerously in the silvery light. “I don't know about the only reason, but it would be the main one, to be certain.”

“So, that’s why you came back? To pick a fight with me? Does your wife know you’re here?”

“No. No. And she is not my wife.”

That his words brightened her spirits also irritated her to no end. She shouldn’t care, shouldn’t be either happy or relieved that he hadn’t married in the weeks since they parted ways. But at the same time, it had been only weeks since they parted ways. A royal wedding would no doubt take far longer to plan. 

And why did she care, anyway? She shouldn’t. 

But she did.

“But is she waiting for you? Does she know you’ve come in search of me?”

“No, she’s in Erebor.”

“Waiting for you.”

“Yes."

“Why are you here, then?”

A low sigh rose to his lips and he shook his head. “Honestly? I haven’t a clue. I wasn't expecting to see you here. Or anywhere, for that matter.”

“Well, I needed a place to live and to work until Esgaroth is rebuilt.” She looked up at him. He looked far less tired than he had the last time she’d seen him. Less angry as well. “Not that it is any of your concern.”

“I know but…” He glanced skyward for a moment, then met her eyes once more, “I’m concerned just the same.”

“Well, you needn’t be,” she told him, then drew a deep breath before adding the words that would hurt her to speak, “because you need focus on your life, Thorin. Perhaps that woman is not your wife, but you are together, aren’t you?”

Although she’d braced herself for his answer, in reality, nothing could have done that, for when he slowly nodded and said, “Yes,” she felt as if the word had punched her in the stomach.

“That’s good,” she told him, her voice soft and her eyes stinging. “She seems lovely and I wish you both nothing but happiness.”

“Nina—”

“I—I need to go home now and so do you, Thorin.” She backed away from him slowly, gesturing over her shoulder with one hand. “Take care of yourself and don’t go walking into any more ambushes.”

He started to reach for her, but then caught himself and lowered his hand. “And you take care of yourself, Nina.”

“I always do.” She turned away from him then, unable to really look at him any longer. It hurt her heart far more than she ever could have expected to see him and hurt even worse to be so close to him, but unable to do anything more than wish him happiness with his new love.

She forced herself to stride away from him, and when she heard the soft crunch of his boots on the loose stones in the alley, she pressed her lips together to keep them from trembling. That crunch grew softer still, disappearing as she reached the far end of the street. Peering over her shoulder, the alley went blurry as tears filled her eyes at the empty space.

As silently as she could manage, Nina made her way down to that end of the alley, peering around the corner in time to see Thorin reached the edge of the city, where the road sloped down and across a wide plains that was slowly becoming green and lush with springtime blooms. She stood there for a long moment, just watching how the moonlight shone silver along his black hair, which tumbled halfway down his back in a long tangle of curls, held away from his face with a heavy silver ornament of sorts. She’d meant to ask him about that, about the runes and braids he sported, but somehow, having him naked and on top of her made her forget about that for a moment.

For reasons she couldn’t explain, quite possibly ever, she felt the need to follow him. So she did. Quietly. Keeping back well out of earshot or sight. She didn't know why she followed, only that something compelled her to do just that. 

A stone wall delineated the city’s borders, and at that wall, she stopped, peering down the slope of the hill leading to the main road down below. Thorin traveled alone, which made her uneasy feeling even stronger. For a king, he had little use for certain protocols, but even he had to know how foolish it was for him to travel alone. Especially at night. 

For a moment, it struck her how he much he risked in choosing to come see her. 

But then, in the distance, something in the distance caught her eye. Something above the road, moving through the pine and beech trees that studded the mountainside, and steadily descended from the ridge of lower mountains that helped form the basin in which the road sat. 

Orcs. Half a dozen of them. A scout pack, most likely. 

And that meant there was a good chance there were even more orcs not to far from Dale. 

She looked back down at Thorin, then back at the mountainside, and then turned to sprint back to the flat.

She burst into through the door, letting it slam hard against the wall, which in turn made Sigrid jump at least a foot. “Nina! What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have time to explain, but I promise you, I will later,” Nina called as she sprinted by Sigrid into her room. 

Her sword was tucked into the corner, out of sight unless one knew it was there to begin with, and alongside it was her quiver and bow. She armed herself, then sprinted back out, where Sigrid’s eyes went wide. “Nina? What is going on?”

“I told you, there is no time to explain. But I—”

“Will explain, I know. You’ve said that already. But where are you going?”

“The road to Erebor. I have to get there before they can get to him.”

“Before who can get to who?”

“Orcs to Thorin.”

“The dwarf king?”

“Yes. Now, I really do have to go!” Nina sprinted for the door, calling, “I will tell you everything once he’s safe!”

“But—”

Nina ignored the last protest as she broke into a full run and made way for the road. The urge to race at top speed, to get to Thorin before any harm could befall him had her barely touching the road as she darted down it toward Erebor.

Running was never one of her strengths, but the need reach Thorin before the scout pack did spurred her to ignore the burn in her legs and lungs, to ignore everything but him. 

“Thorin!”

He stopped and spun about. “Nina? What are you doing here?”

“There’s…” A stitch crimped her side and she bent in half as she fought to breathe through it. Hands on her thighs, she stared down at the rocky dirt road and tried again. “There’s an orc… an orc pack… Over…” 

She couldn't force any more words out, so pointed to the east, where now there came the crash of bodies forcing their way through foliage. 

Thorin must have seen for himself, for she heard the singing of steel being unsheathed and a hand wrapped about her forearm just before he dragged her behind him. “Go back to Dale,” he growled without looking at her. 

Before she could answer, the first arrow split the air, coming from the east to whistle just over Thorin’s head. 

She pulled her arm free from his grasp and in one fluid motion, drew an arrow from her back with one hand, her bow with the other, set the arrow against the rest, spun about and returned fire. The arrow found its mark with a sickening squelching sound, but she had no idea how seriously she’d wounded whoever it was she’d wounded. 

Her bow went back and she drew her sword as the pack reached them. 

She swung at the first orc to reach them, cleaving him in two at the waist. It had been a long time since she last wielded her steel and her arms let her know it, but she ignored the exhaustion that crept up toward her shoulders. 

“What are you doing?” He whipped about, taking the head off a second orc, which ricocheted off a third one that Nina then dispatched. 

“Do I really have to answer that?” Nina ducked and swung upward, severing a foul arm from an even fouler body. “How many are there?”

“Two more.” He whirled about, the Orcrist’s blade glinting blue in the moonlight. 

“Thank the ma—”

She never saw the orc emerging from the darkness, but she definitely felt its blade as it pierced the upper right side of her chest. In an instant, breathing became far more difficult and being tired had nothing to do with it. 

“Nina?”

The orc who’d run her through raised his blade and swung and would have taken her head from her shoulders, had her legs not decided at that moment to buckle beneath her. She hit the ground with a solid thud, letting out a cry from the pain, while her sword clattered into the dirt alongside her. No matter how she tried, she couldn't catch her breath and panic set in, black dots dancing before her eyes and her pulse thundered through her temples. 

She heard the clang of steel, the splatter of blood, smelled the rancid sour stench of orc blood, and then all went quiet. Dizziness swept through her, but she was terrified that if she closed her eyes, she would never open them again. She tried to move, tried to push herself up onto her feet, but she was just so lightheaded, and breathing was so bloody difficult…

Then, with a final squishing sound, the battle ended. The dirt shifted and a thick knee appeared before her. “Nina?”

Thorin’s voice was the sweetest sound and when he carefully eased her onto her back and she  let out an involuntary cry as fire tore through her, he gathered her close. “Shhh… you’ll be all right, mesmel.”

“What about you? Are you all right?” she managed to whisper. “Are there any more of them?”

“No. We felled the lot of them.” He carefully stood, cradling her close to his chest. “Stay still, and I’ll try not to jostle you too badly.”

“My sword, and my bow…”

“It’s the middle of the night,” he told her as he began moving. “And we need to get you aid. I’ll send someone out to gather them.”

She tried to push away from him, but was so lightheaded, she couldn't muster the energy needed. “I—I can’t breathe…”

“Worry not,” he told her. “We are closer to Erebor than we are Dale and Narnerra is the finest healer in this part of the world. You will be in good hands.”

She fought to draw breath, but it grew harder with each heartbeat. Her eyes were so heavy-lidded and tired, she had no choice but to close them. Thorin cradled her against him as if she was made of fine crystal and he was afraid he’d break her, and she sighed softly, her head coming to rest against his shoulder. The front of her tunic was soaked with blood now, warm and sticky, and when she tried to lift her right arm, a hot sting seared through her. 

“Be still,” he told her softly. “You’re bleeding badly but we are almost there.”

“And you… are you all right?” she managed to push the thick, sluggish words through her uncooperative lips. 

“I am fine.” He gave her a gentle squeeze. “Because of you.”

“I saw them just… just after you left…” Her thoughts were even slower than her words, muddier by the second and scattering as she fought to remain awake. 

“We will discuss it after Narnerra has put you back together.”

“Will… will I be—be allowed into Erebor?”

It might have been her imagination, but a low rumble that sounded like a soft laugh echoed against her. “I am the King of Erebor. No one tells me who is or is not allowed beyond her gates.”

She managed a smile. “I—I forget… a king… you are unlike any king I’d—I’d ever imagined.”

“I will take that as a compliment.”

“It… is…”

She couldn’t fight the exhaustion any longer. She was cold and shivering despite the pain wracking her, and she sank against him. “I… so tired…”

“Stay with me, Nina. Do not give in to the urge to sleep,” he growled, giving her a gentle shake that sent fire screaming through her. “Answer me, mesmel.”

“What… that word… I don’t… tell me…”

“I will tell you that as soon as Narnerra—”

“Puts me… back…”

“Exactly.”

“Thorin… I’m sorry…”

“We needn’t talk about that now. There will be time enough in the coming days.”

“I just…” she forced her eyes open and tears stung them as she gazed up at him, “I would never have done it.”

She managed to get it out in one sentence and that took the last of her strength. He tightened his arms about her and she felt something press into the top of her head. “Hush, mesmel. Again, we will discuss it come the morning.”

“I couldn’t…” she murmured, shaking her head weakly. 

The cold slowly faded. Her shivering slowed. She was so very tired now and so relaxed in Thorin’s arms as everything slowly faded to black. 

#Richard Armitage #AU #The Hobbit #Thorin Fic #Thorin Oakenshield #Is it hot in here? #Hobbit Fic #Romance #Hobbit Fanfic #Thorin x OC #Fan fiction #The Hobbit fan fiction

[literallyjusthereforlucemond]

I can't even express my love for modern lucemond au. Istg it just gives thousands of scenarios to wright about. IM GNNA TWIST SHIT AND MAKE LUKE A BALLET DANCER. For example, 2nd year Aemond who majors in art and is just an all-around creative person. He's not cheery or friendly ofc but his limitless capabilities make him so fucking hot to his peers. His concepts are deep, it's the kind of art that makes people wonder, it's unique and terrifying but it captures everyone's attention because of its peculiarities. Like the motherfucker is just amazing at what he does and literally everyone is mesmerized with his pieces and his art concepts (although it's bit strange that his most prized piece is a boy with wild hair and dark eyes winkwink).

Then we have lucerys who's a 1st year and a fumbling ballet dancer. Not exactly fumbling cus he's literally a swan whenever he dances, he just lets himself exist and move to the music, though ofc some people are still self-appointed dickbags and try to tell him how " you're too stiff luke " and like no bitch you're stiff 🙄🙄. Anwys Rhaenyra is so proud of her sweet boy and attends almost every event that Lucerys dances in.

Now, imagine there's this old ballet room idk what to call it, that almost nobody uses cus ofc it's old and there's a new one in campus 🙄🙄. It's Aemond's secret little painting zone he has canvases and paint scattered all around the place. He likes how the lighting in the room and is perfect and how no one can ask him to paint them or some other dumb bullshit. Now ofc since Lucerys is a freshman and doesn't know this shit he stumbles upon it and is just fucking mesmerized with how detailed the artworks are.

Lucerys then leaves a little note there praising the pieces and commenting about the uniqueness of the brush strokes and ends it with his cute little L heart signature. Aemond comes back to his safe heaven and sees the note and is just "I will fucking kill the person who dared to intrude my space, but then again this note is so cute and this person is actually giving notice to the details so I'll let this one go". This goes on for weeks because their schedule just never seem to meet so luke just leaves little notes praising his work and commenting on some details and trying to decipher the meaning behind each painting. Aemond is wholly smitten with this person cause they're not basic af and doesn't ask him stupid shit, this person is actually trying to understand the meaning behind his art and he's just fucking inlove.

Then one day their university decides to hold an all talent kind of show for fundraising and Lucerys is asked to perform a dance of his own concept, ofc our nervous but brave little baby agrees. Ofc he's panicking because thinking of a concept is easy, it's making it an interpretative dance that's hard. And suddenly he thinks of the paintings that he saw in the old ballet room and is like " Jesus fucking christ that's it ". He then designs a costume and choreographs his own moves. But now that he's busy he didn't have much time to actually visit his secret painter. Aemond is just gloomy as all fuck cus his little note giver is gone and his day is never gnna be complete without those cute little L hearts.

Now imagine his fucking surprise when the even is finally held in their big ass stadium ( ofc the uni that they're attending is huge as fuck 🙄🙄 fucking rich people 🙄🙄 ). He sees everyone performing with their songs and their dances but what catches his eye (👁) the most is Lucerys. Truthfully he didn't even know that they're in the same uni, he was gonna leave cause ofc he still has resentment for Luke a(and he's not that interested in ballet) but stopped at the last minute when he saw what Luke was wearing. It's almost a perfect replica of the scenery in his painting he has no idea how Luke even made a scenery into a garment, Lucerys' movements were fluid and precise, the way he dances resembled the emotion that Aemond's painting was trying to express.

Aemond is just fucking flabbergasted, his little note giver is the object of his ire and the bastard who tore his eye out. All the rage and horniness*cough cough* is just pulsing inside him as he sees his pretty nephew twirl around in stage completely in his element. Suddenly the eyes met and he sees Lucerys' eyes widen a little before immediately regaining his composure and continuing his dance. Aemond swears to the seven that he's never seen anything more beautiful than this and his brain is just screenshotting the shit outta this performance. He sticks around until Luke stops performing and disappears into the crowd with the most beautiful art concept in his mind.

Lucerys had been fucking proud of his performance, he's content with how everything went except for the fact that a. his uncle, the one who's eye he tore out is literally there and b. they just locked gazes. Ofcourse since Lucerys is a bomb ass professional he didn't let that mess with his graceful movements. After this event ofc the awards were given and he won ( as he should ). Now because he won he obviously got more popular and he suddenly got busier with all that shit. Due to the distractions he was unable to visit his secret painter.

Few weeks passed and he finally had time to visit the old ballet room, at first he was expecting the usual cryptic but ethereal paintings. Then he sees a huge ass canvas in the middle of the room, what's shocking to him is that the painting was him, the brush strokes looked elegant and extravagantly precise, he looked almost godly in this, his face was perfectly framed and he was in a mid twirl position, there were small swans framing the edges of the canvas, and every single detail was just sublime. To put it simply, it's fucking beautiful, he felt himself flush at the idea that his secret painter thinks of him as this beautiful. He was still admiring the painting when he heard the door click open behind him.

"So, care to tell me what you think of this painting, nephew?"

Anyways that's im literally in a zoom meeting rn HAHAHAHAHHA I FUCKING HATE THISSZS. FEU is so excessive sometimes fr 🙄🙄🙄. Tell me if u like this shit pls.

#lucemond #aemond targaryen #hotd aemond #lucerys valeryon #hotd lucerys #aemond x lucerys #lucerys velaryon #pretty aemond #aemond fic #lucerys targaryen #prince lucerys #this fic is so self indulgent #luke is pretty #aemond is pretty

[charlieswanswife]

Be My Valentine

Headcanons

Your first valentines together doesn’t quite go as expected

This Valentine’s Day I whipped up some mind numbingly wholesome fluff to heal my bitter cold heart. Please enjoy! <3

Charlie Swan is hardly a romantic

Having been single since his divorce, he’s sorely out of practice

He tries his best

Despite maybe forgetting a couple small details here or there…like your birthday

You’d been friends for a while before acknowledging any kind of feelings brewing between the two of you

Navigating such a fresh relationship was always going to be a little challenging

If you’re honest, you didn’t expect much for Valentine’s Day

But when he lets slip (a week early) that he’s reserved dinner??

The fancy new Italian restaurant in town no less

It was supposed to be a surprise but he was just so excited he couldn’t help himself

And so you got all dressed up in that form fitting black dress—the one that hugged all of your curves just right—

Charlie was so mesmerized he almost forgot to gift you the bouquet of roses he picked up that morning

When you get there it’s all booked up because of course it is

Even though he has a dinner reservation or at least could have sworn he made one

You have to calm him down and assure him that it’s okay

But he’s the chief of police so he’s insisting there must be something he can do—

—you have to convince him not to sue

So you’re stuck waiting half an hour (despite a promised 15 minute wait at most) until eventually a table clears

Charlie’s upset—something about the whole night being ruined now—

And buckle up because he’s gonna be bitching about this for weeks to come

It’ll take some heavy persuasion to get him to so much as think about coming back

Eventually his mood’ll clear up after a good meal ofc

The night draws to a close as he takes you home

He’ll walk you to your door because he’s a gentleman tyvm where he’s already berating himself

Going on about how he managed to ruin dinner because maybe he should have planned things better

Or just blames the restaurant again

Despite the food being delicious

Then he’s rambling on about how stunning you look

“You deserve better—”

It takes a kiss to shut him up

“This was perfect, Charlie, thank you”

It might’ve been dark out but you sure as hell can see the blush forming across his face

“Next year’ll be better, I promise”

#team charlie #charlie swan #charlie swan x reader #my writing #twilight #twilight renaissance #charlie swan deserves better #headcanons #fluff

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hello guys, i know this is not my typical incorrect post but i've been wanting to do this. here are my all time favorite Chris Evans characters x Reader fics. this masterlist is full of my all time favorite ficd and writers and i hope you'll give this a chance and praise these wonderful writers for their work. enjoy everyone! 💜

This AU is my forever all time favorite SR x Reader AU:

Baptized In Dirty Water by @itsanerdlife

chapter 1

please click this to view the rest of the chapter. don't forget to check the rest of her work.

Sweet Home Georgia Peach by @marvelcriminalhoe

masterlist

this series is one of my favorite fics. 11/10 would recommend. love this series so so much 💜

Desperate Affairs by @georgiapeach30513

masterlist

this fic not only intrigued the hell out of me but also gave me a emotional rollercoaster. there's so much going on but you'll get curious as you continue to read. 11/10 would recommend 👌

Gone, Baby by @wayward-blonde

masterlist

i never expect that i will need a dark chris evans character. like i didn't know i had this kink to a psycho son a bitch hottie. and god doing his very good work cos Llyod Hansen exist. amen to that and yes, 11/10 would recommend so read it! 🤣

(SHE MOVES WITH) SHAMELESS WONDER by @ussgallifrey

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one thing about me, is i LOVE long series. although this series still on chap 16, this series is on my reading list bc i love the story goes. and yes, definitely worth to recommend 👌

The Vampire Kings Religion by @marvelcriminalhoe

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vampire!steve is a yes for me! i haven't read it yet but the plot is good so would definitely recommend 👌

Stumblin' In by @swan-of-sunrise

book 1 (completed)

book 2 (completed)

book 3 (completed)

book 4 (completed)

book 5 (completed)

i still haven't read this but soon when i'm not busy. but i still added it here cos y'know, it's a long series with a good plot so yes, give it a try and check out the writer's other work 👌

The Demigod From Asgard by @secretswiftymarvelfan

masterlist (wip)

this still on going but this is one of my favorite fic. the storyline is so good that i'm re-reading it again soon coz i just can't get enough. and as always, definitely would recommend it yo you guys, so give it a try. kudos to the writer!

His New Partner by @star-spangled-steve

masterlist (wip)

another one with on going series and yes, i added it here coz i'm so obsessed with long series. like who doesn't right? i'll probably start reading this soon and yes, please give it a shot and give some love to the author 🫶

Welcome To The Pack by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

masterlist (completed)

okay okay omg omg i finally found a wholeass series of alpha!steve! and yes ofc it went straight here coz why not?! omg i can't wait to read this akdhsajajd 🫣😍🥰🫶

Attack Of The Winter Wolf by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

masterlist (completed)

thank heavens for having authors writing this wonderful stories. alpha!steve will always be the death of me, especially to be called 'Little One' by him 🫣😍 can't wait to read this too! and for forget to check it too~

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers #chris evans x reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans imagine #chris evans character x reader #chris evans characters #ari levinson #llyod hansen #curtis everett #frank adler #andy barber #johnny storm #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x reader #llyod hansen x reader #curtis everett x reader #frank adler x reader #frank adler x y/n #frank adler x you #andy barber x y/n #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #johnny storm x reader #johnny storm x y/n #johnny storm x you #chris evans masterlist #steve rogers masterlist

[randomwriting-misc]

Endangered | Chapter Seventeen

Paul Lahote x OFC

Endangered Masterlist

Summary: Vampires and wolves are not the only supernatural creatures to walk the earth, and they are certainly not the only ones in Forks, Washington when Charlotte Annabeth Swan, “Anna”, moves in with her uncle after the unfortunate demise of her parents.

Some may misidentify her as a witch, but that’s fine, she would rather them think that anyway. But the Volturi know the truth, and they are closing in on her.

A/N: Surprise! I am alive, between school, work, and a hurricane, this was a challenge to complete. But to make up for it, it is twice as long as usual chapters AND the moment we have all been waiting for is here.

I hope you enjoy~ 

It was impossible to focus on anything in the aftermath of Bella’s wolf bombshell. School went by in a blur, my mind constantly on what was happening in the woods. Even Eric and Mike had noticed, which was how I knew I was off. They barely noticed anything. For a moment, I felt like I was slipping away, just like Bella had.  

I spent every free second of the next few days trying to monitor the vampire situation. The pack had killed one who had gotten too close to Bella. I couldn’t even confront her, because telling her I knew about the vampire meant telling her I knew about the wolves. It wasn’t just the boys in the woods with a vampire now, it was Charlie, Harry, and so many more humans in danger. I found that I could feel where she was in the woods. Vampires were not alive, and if I focused on that feeling of emptiness, I could track her. And she was fast.  

Paul made it known he hated this, but I wanted to help. The only upside was that I could use my emotional connection to Charlie to monitor where the hunting group was in relation to the redhead. The pack were excellent trackers, but apparently, the smell of a vampire was overwhelming to them. I could better keep track of the humans than they could while they were on her tail, so Sam let me keep doing what I could. I was able to warn them when she got too close to them and could track her movements off the reservation as well.  

The nosebleeds, on the other hand, that was a point of contention. So much so that Paul broke his rule about being around me in his wolf form.  

I was sitting against a rock, the cold forest floor beneath me, and my eyes closed when I heard footsteps. Sam had cleared this little clearing safe earlier in the day, it was off the path enough to be hidden, but not dangerous. I wasn’t scared. I knew who it was immediately.  

“Paul,” I whispered, opening my eyes. The wolf was about six feet in front of me, and they were really just as massive as people said. He had told me he was worried about scaring me, but all I could think was how beautiful he was. His fur was a dark silver, and some lighter spots on his face. His eyes were copper, seemingly staring into mine.  

He huffs at me, his agitation apparent in his body language. I dropped the shields around my mind so we could communicate. It takes a minute to push through some of the pack's collective thoughts to get to Paul’s. They know he’s with me, I can hear Sam giving directions and some responses before I get to him.

“Hey,” I think.  

You’re bleeding, he growls out loud at the thought. I wipe away the blood quickly beginning to fall down my lip.  

“Shit, sorry,” I say, standing up, “I honestly don’t really notice it anymore.”

What if she had caught wind of you? You’re forgetting that your blood is different. You’re putting yourself in more danger.  

“I didn’t forget. She’s pretty far away, and she keeps making you guys chase her to the border. If you would just let me get close enough to her to read her mind, I could figure out what she wants,” I say pointedly.

Absolutely not, he huffs.

“Paul,” I say taking a step forward and I can see him step back.  

Stay back, I don’t want to hurt you.  

I sigh, “You won’t, love.”

You don’t know that.

“I do,” I take another step forward, “Trust yourself. Trust me.”  

He turns his head away, thoughts racing too fast for me to decipher. The pack's thoughts are bleeding through, making it difficult to single out his. Before I can get a headache, he turns to face me again, nodding.  

Okay, he thinks.  

He’s taller than me still, but he shrinks a little as I move forward. I slowly hold out a hand, letting him come to me.  

He stares at me unblinking, before leaning into my palm.

“See, not so bad,” I smile, and even in his thoughts, he is grumbling.  

Maybe, but I should get back, and you should go home to rest.  

Sam breaks through the wall I have that pushed the pack away with an Alpha order to the boys. I flinch as it shatters through my mind like broken glass. Pressing my palms into my eyes, I nod.

“Yeah, maybe.”

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Bella couldn’t believe how blind she had been. Jacob had told her, point blank, exactly what he was, and she couldn’t see it. It took him climbing through her window to notice exactly what was going on.

Jacob was a werewolf. He was killing the hikers in the woods. He had been manipulated by the others into murder. It wasn’t a gang he was in, it was a pack.

Bella’s thoughts raced as she drove, was Anna a part of this, did she know? She had too, Bella thinks. She had been keeping secrets for far too long.

Parking, Bella rampaged her way to the Black house, hellbent on getting answers with her aggressive knocking and pushing her way past Billy.

But now standing here at the door to his room, he didn’t look like the monster she had made out in her head. He looked peaceful, having long since outgrown the bed he lay in. He didn’t want this. He was just sixteen.

Looking through the window, she saw the four others step through the tree line, and she saw red. This needed to end.

“What did you do!” she yells bursting out of the door, when she didn’t get an answer, she becomes irate, running up to Sam.

“Hey! What did you do!” she yelled again, pushing Sam forcefully. Paul steps forward with a growl, his protective nature surging before Sam puts his hand on his chest.  

“Easy,” Sam warns.  

“He didn’t want this!” Bella continues, getting louder, pushing closer to them.

“What did we do?” Paul spits, “What did he do? Huh? What did he tell you?” Here was Bella, once again villainizing him and his pack, causing problems where there were none to begin with.

“Both of you calm-” Sam urges with an authoritative tone, but it is cut off by Bella.

“Nothing! He tells me nothing because he’s SCARED of you,” she screams, and the boys are all stunned into a second of silence.

Until Paul and Jared start laughing, shocked by how ridiculous that is.

Bella loses it, and she reaches out, slapping Paul across the face. She realizes her mistake the second it happens.

“Fuck, too late now,” Jared says, grabbing Embry and stepping away from Paul.

“Bella! Get back now!” Sam yells.  

Paul is shaking, his rage has overtaken him. It’s not just about her hitting him, he barely felt it really. It’s her entitlement, her obvious selfishness, and her lack of understanding when it came to them or Anna. She just assumes her stupid, bloodsuckers were perfect, that we couldn’t possibly be good as well. It all bubbles up to the surface at once, and all the animosity over the way Bella treats Anna explodes. Months of frustration and anger take over him.

Sam is trying to get him to calm down, but it’s not working.  

“Jared, call Anna,” Sam says calmly, but the glare he receives from Paul proves that that was not the right thing to say.

“No!” Bella yells, eyes wide.

“Jesus Christ,” Jared groans.

He doesn’t have time to reach for his phone, because Paul loses control, and suddenly a giant grey wolf is standing in front of Bella, snarling and snapping.  

Bella finally gets the hint, turning around to run as Jacob appears from his house.  

“Run!” she screams, “Run, Jake, run!”  

He does but in the opposite direction. Bella is terrified, looking back, she falls just in time to see Jacob jump into the air, but it’s not Jacob who lands on the ground. Another huge russet fur wolf stands its ground in front of the grey wolf.  

The sounds of snapping jaws and growls are horrifying, but Bella can’t look away as the mountains of fur tumble through the grass aggressively, snapping a boat in half as they move toward the woods. With a heavy sigh, Sam looks back at Bella, who is just staring in shock.

“Hey, take Bella back to Emily’s place,” he says with a sigh.  

“Guess the wolf’s outta the bag,” Embry chuckles and reaches out a hand to help Bella off the ground.  

As they start to walk towards her truck, Sam turns back to yell towards the boys, “And someone seriously, call Anna.”

“Not it!” Jared yells, making Embry groan.  

Bella is too shocked to say anything as they guide her to the back seat. She doesn’t hear what Embry says on the phone to her cousin, she doesn’t notice Jared grab the keys and start the truck, all she can do is stare past the broken boat and into the forest.  

Jacob really is a werewolf. Anna is a Fae. Are all the monsters real?

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“What?!” I yell. Embry had finished giving me the rundown of what happened. I hadn’t even woken up yet when Bella had left, but I was wide awake now.

“Please don’t make me repeat it,” Embry flinches away from the phone, a furrow in his brow.

“Are you with her now?” I ask.

“Yeah, we are on our way to Emily’s, we’re almost there.”  

“Jesus Christ, I would love to go at least one fucking week without something blowing up,” I complain, getting my things together to leave frantically.  

“Yeah, me too.”

“I’ll be there in like 15.”  

“I’ll warn everyone.”  

I scoff and roll my eyes, setting my phone down to throw a hoodie on.  

Embry hangs up the phone and Jared glances at him from the road.  

“Not good?” Jared asks.

Embry gives him an incredulous look, “Hurricane Anna lands in t-minus 15.”  

Jared exhales, “This outta be fun.”

When the trio pulls into Emily’s house, Bella has finally come out of her shock, leaning out the window, she speaks up.

“Hey! I think we should go back and see if Jacob’s okay.”  

Jared laughs, “I hope Paul sinks some teeth in ‘em, serves him right.” He walks to the porch, Embry right behind him.  

“No way, Jacob’s a natural, did you see him phase on the fly like that? I got five that says Paul doesn’t touch him,” Embry explains animatedly, they pause when they see Bella hasn’t moved.

“Come on in Bella, we don’t bite,” Embry jokes.  

“Speak for yourself,” Jared retorts with a smirk.  

Embry walks back to Bella as Jared enters, a tentative look in his eyes.

“Oh hey, about Emily, Sam’s fiancé, don’t stare. It bugs Sam,” he warns sadly.

“Why would I stare?” Bella questions, but he doesn’t answer, just walks in ahead of her.  

Entering the house, Bella immediately felt out of place, like an outsider. She glances around the room from the doorway. The open concept made it feel bigger than it was, even with the massive boys at the wooden table. There were signs of life in every part of the room. Shoes were kicked off by the door, the smell of baked goods from the kitchen, and jackets hung on the back of chairs. One of which Bella recognized as Anna’s. It wasn’t until a sweet voice broke her from her thoughts that she looked at the woman walking out of the kitchen.

“Are you guys hungry? Like I have to ask,” she laughed. Bella suddenly realized why Embry had given her a warning. The woman must be Emily, and she was gorgeous despite the scar traveling down the side of her face. Bella forced her eyes away. Did Sam do that? Would Paul do that to Anna?

“Who’s this?” she asked curiously.

“Bella Swan, who else?” Jared shrugs, falling back into his chair.

Emily’s eyes widened, “Ah, so you’re the vampire girl.”  Her small smile let her know she was joking.

“So, you’re the wolf girl,” Bella responds, her humor lost in her awkwardness.

“Guess so, well I’m engaged to one at least,” she shrugs and sets down the plate in her hand as the two boys lunge for the food, “Save some for your brothers,” Emily scolds, “and ladies first. Muffin?”  

“Sure,” Bella says as Emily gestures to the plate. Emily watches her cautiously before going back to cleaning up.

“Leave it to Jacob to find a way around Sam’s gag order,” she says.  

“Um, he didn’t say anything to me,” Bella interjects, feeling the need to defend him.  

“Yeah, that’s a wolf thing, alpha’s orders get obeyed whether we want them to or not,” Embry tells her, “Oh and check it out, we can hear each other’s thoughts.”

“Would you shut up! These are trade secrets! This chick runs with vampires,” Jared yells in exasperation. Bella finally breaks a smile.  

“You can’t really run with vampires, 'cause they’re fast,” she says, a bit smugly, but Jared doesn’t miss a beat.

“Yeah, well we’re faster. Freaked out yet?” he taunts good-naturedly.  

She shrugs her shoulders, “You’re not the first monsters I’ve met.”

Sam walks through the door, breaking some of the tension.  

“Jake’s right, you’re good with weird. I would refrain from using the word “monsters” around your cousin though,” he warns. He walks up to Emily, peppering kisses on her face as she giggles. Bella has to look away, it still hurts to see other people in love.  

When Paul and Jacob walk through the door, they seem fine. Smiling even. Paul comes to sit down at the table in front of her, as Jacob stands in the doorway.

With a smirk, Paul turns to apologize, “Sorry,” he says. He knows I’m on my way and will finally have to confront my cousin, and not even the threat of my wrath deters him from this moment.  

Jacob silently motions to Bella to follow him, but the slamming of a door directs everyone’s attention outside.  

“Here we go,” Embry huffs. Emily straightens as the weather seems to change, the sun has faded away and the usual cold air warms by at least ten degrees.

When Embry called me a hurricane, Bella thought he was joking, but looking at me now, Bella admits it’s a pretty good description. She can see me through the doorway as I walk around my car.

The wind seems to be roaring just around me, my now chaotic curly hair had to be gathered haphazardly out of my face. My own storm cloud follows me, about twenty feet in the air, and lightning is cracking within it. It’s about the size of my car and looks like rain could pour at any second. It swirls in a spiral, just like a hurricane, and I’m standing in the eye of the storm. It’s the first time Bella has really seen my magic and she’s suddenly faced with the reality that I am not human. She’s staring at me wide-eyed and mouth agape.  

“You should have seen her when she found out a vampire almost killed you,” Jacob whispers to Bella, “We thought we were going to have to board up the house.”

Bella stares at me, realization hitting her about what exactly I am. Bella had found herself surrounded by magical creatures, and her mortality weighed on her heavier than ever.

Bella sees what I can’t, my eyes have darkened to a navy, almost black. The ends of my curls spark with the lightning. Bella gets why the Cullens thought I was a vampire at first, in this state, I look like one.

With my hands on my hips, I can tell by everyone avoiding my gaze that I look as pissed off as I feel. Staring at Bella through the door, I notice Paul is still inside.

“Bella! Paul! Get out here!” I yell, thunder booming behind me.

Bella sees Paul grimace as he walks out, and she grows more worried about confronting Anna about her serial killer boyfriend.  For a second, she considers the fact that Anna may have committed murder too.

“You look like you’re heading to the gallows man, it’ll be fine,” Embry says to Paul, trying to be supportive. Bella slowly makes her way to the porch, Jacob and Sam behind her.  

“Hi Anna,” Sam says with a smile, “How are you doing?” It’s an attempt to cool the situation, but it hits my cold exterior and fails.  

With eyes like ice, they flicker between Paul and Bella.  

“Oh, I am fucking fantastic Sam, especially since I got a call that once again, my cousin has forced herself into things that aren’t her business- ” Bella moves to interject, but I put a hand up, stopping her as lightening cracks behind me in the growing storm cloud and a gust of wind hits them.

“No, you will shut up and listen, what the hell were you thinking? And you, don’t think you’re getting away with this,” I yell pointing at Paul, who has the decency to look sheepish.  

“I am so beyond pissed off. Can I please just have one moment where I don’t have to worry about you getting yourself killed Bella!? Because I have tried so God damn hard to keep you alive, despite your best attempts to do the exact opposite. I have spent months perfecting and learning how to protect you and Charlie. Why do you think you’ve never seen a vampire around our house, Bella? Because I exhausted myself warding it, layers and layers of wards so anyone we didn’t know wouldn’t be able to sense the house. I have charmed so many things with protection that it’s insane. Jewelry, clothes, Charlie’s badge. The list is so long,’ I take a sharp intake of breath before continuing.

“I spend every day tracking any vampire activity, and all you have done is make it so much harder! I have one thing for myself, and that’s these boys. This pack that I also spend every day doing whatever I can to make sure they are safe because they have been forced into a role they don’t want. I have enough to worry about, I don’t need to add “my boyfriend getting so angry he blows the pack secret” to that list?” I know I must look crazy, arms flailing, and cheeks flushed, but I can’t stop, that is until Bella interrupts my rant.

“I kind of knew already, this just confirmed it,” Bella says quietly, and everyone around her audibly groans. Embry’s head falls into his hand as he leans against the railing of the porch, Jared shakes his head. Sam looks up to the ceiling in exasperation, Emily flinches, and Paul glares. Even Jacob lets his head hang, waiting for my inevitable reaction.

“IF YOU KNEW WHAT MADE YOU THINK ANTAGONIZING PAUL WAS A GOOD IDEA!” I scream.

Bella didn’t have a great response to that, she just looks down at the ground.

Sam stepped in between us before I can start again, “Alright I think maybe it’s time for Bella to talk to Jacob, give everyone a breather.”  

Jacob pulls Bella quickly out of the house towards the beach. Paul was the only one brave enough to step into my vicinity, and the wind died down once he placed his arms around me. I keep my arms crossed in the hug, pouting until I feel myself relax. I pull back, placing my hands on either side of his face.  

“I hope Jacob got some good hits in for me, and you better have given him as good as you got” I muttered, and he laughed despite himself.  

“Don’t worry my little brawler, we both have been effectively whipped into shape,” he says kissing my head, then looks into my eyes, “I’m sorry.”

I nod once, and the cloud finally dissipates above us. I sigh deeply before curling into him and his warmth.

“It’s cold.”  

“Well considering you brought your own weather front, I’m not surprised. Let’s go inside.”

Everyone is silent, looking at me expectantly, waiting for my reaction.  

“I’m fine guys, really. Paul will live to see another day.”

“It’s not him I’m worried about,” Emily says, “I’m worried about you, and what you are going to do now that Bella is in the loop.”

“Yeah Anna, you haven’t given yourself a break since I’ve known you,” Jared quips.

“Yes, thank you for reminding me,” I say as Paul sits down, pulling me onto his lap, “I’ll be fine guys, don’t worry.”

They drop it, but their thoughts are loud and demanding. I can hear their worry and I can’t shut it out, so I just close my eyes and lean against Paul. Tuning into our connection quiets the noise, and I can fade into the thrum of our heartbeats. I know this won’t be the last time they bring this up, but I will avoid it as long as I can.  

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Bella walked across the beach solemnly. Jacob trailed behind her, unable to face the gravity of the conversation they needed to have. Once they approached the shore, with the calming waves crashing in the background, Jacob fell in step beside her.

“So, you’re a werewolf,” Bella says after the silence had gotten too heavy. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he nodded.

“Yeah, last time I checked,” he shrugged, “A few lucky members of the tribe have the gene. Then a bloodsucker moves into town, and the fever sets in.” Bella can clearly see he feels bitter about it, and she holds out hope Jacob is still the same person she knew.

“Mono,” she states.

“Yeah, I wish,” he scoffs.

“Well, can’t you find a way to just stop?” she asks indigently, and Jacob rolls his eyes as she continues, “I mean… it’s wrong.”

“It’s not a lifestyle choice Bella!” Jacob raises his voice and furrows his brow, “I was born this way! I can’t help it.”

He pauses, throwing his arms down in frustration, “You’re such a hypocrite! What? I’m not the right kind of monster for you?”

Bella looks up at him with wide eyes, crossing her arms.

“It’s not what you are, it’s what you do. They never hurt anybody! You’ve… killed people Jake,” she cries out like this was obvious. Jacob shakes his head as she looks down and away from him. Jacob takes a step closer to her, bringing her attention back to him.

“Bella! We’re not killing anyone,” he pleads.

Bella is taken aback, “Then, who is?” she says breathlessly. He can’t believe she doesn’t get it, that she doesn’t understand even after remembering the stories he told her.

“What we’re trying to protect you people from, the only thing we do kill,” he pauses, “Vampires.”

Bella starts to panic a bit, “Jake you can’t!”

“Don’t worry we can’t touch your precious little Cullens unless they violate the treaty,” he interrupts her with another eye roll. Bella just shakes her head, he does not understand what she means.

“I – that’s not what I’m saying, you can’t kill vampires, they’ll kill you.”

“Really? We took out that leach with the dreads easy enough,” Jake says smugly, and finally, Bella realizes maybe there’s more to the wolves than she thought.

“Laurent?” she gasps, her chest pounding. Jacob nods.

“And his red-headed girlfriend is next.”

“V-Victoria’s here,” she stutters, losing her footing, and Jacob goes to steady her, eyebrows raising in concern.

“She was, we chased her all the way to the Canadian border last night. She keeps coming back, but we don’t know what she is after.”

“I do,” Bella gapes, “me.”

Jacob stares at her, concern all over his features. He helps Bella stand, but he can hear her heartbeat pounding in her chest. His urge to kill the bloodsucker has increased tenfold at this moment.

“We should go back, tell Sam and Anna.”

“No, wait, Anna…” Bella trails off, gazing back at the way they came.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure she’s calmed down by now. Paul has that effect on her,” he says, and Bella thinks she is joking, but he’s serious. Jacob notices she looks genuinely scared.

“She’s not safe, why is she with him?” she whispers.

Jacob tenses protectively, “She’s safe Bella, we would never let anyone hurt her.”

“But Paul… what if he hurts her?”

Realization hits him, he had come to know Paul as so much more than just his temper, but the rumors were still in Bella’s head. Hell, he had put them there. Honestly, it was rare he blew up anymore. These days Paul only has three emotions, being in love with me, worrying about me, or focusing on the hunt.

“I know you might not have seen him in the best light today, but trust me, he would rather cut off his own arm than hurt her,” he says seriously.

When Bella continues to stand still. Jacob picks her up underneath her knees. Carrying her will be quicker than walking with all her questions, and to his surprise, she leans into him, laying her head on his shoulder.

“How long has she known about you?” she asks, then softly, “What do you know about her?”

“She’s known since she met Paul, and we know about her too. I found out when I shifted for the first time.”

“That’s why he showed up at my birthday…” she whispers.

Jacob hasn’t heard this story but makes a mental note to ask Paul about it later. It’s a short walk back to Emily’s house with his large and quick steps. They spend it in relative silence, just enjoying being together again.

As they approach the house, Jacob sets her down to walk up the porch steps. The doors are still open, and Jacob stops Bella before she walks in. When Bella gives him a questioning glance, he just points inside.

“See for yourself,” he whispers.

Bella looks to where he is pointing and is genuinely shocked at what she sees. Paul and I are sitting in the old La-Z-Boy in the corner of Emily’s living room, while the rest of the pack and Emily are lounging around. It’s a rare moment, everyone relaxing for even a moment, but Emily strong-armed Sam into an uninterrupted hour of calm.  

Paul’s arms are secured around my waist as I am draped over his lap, laying my head on his shoulder just like she was a moment ago with Jacob. My head is suddenly thrown back in a laugh as he peppers quick kisses all over my cheek and neck through his own smiles. Embry throws a pillow at us from the couch, making a fake sound of annoyance, but it just makes us laugh more.

Bella can’t see what’s playing on the TV, but it doesn’t look like anyone is paying much attention to it anyway. Everyone is mostly just enjoying each other’s company. She sees the way Paul looks at me, and suddenly, she gets it. This isn’t the guy who was shaking with rage just hours ago, now he’s gazing up at me with a sickeningly sweet adoration that makes Bella’s heart crack. I look the most relaxed Bella has seen in a month; she doesn’t think I’ve had my guard down at all. That has to be tiring.

They look like a family, Bella thinks. There’s a distinctive warmth surrounding them that Bella knows is lacking in her own house, the only time she sees it is when she sees Charlie and me cooking together, or sitting on the couch with the game on, and the warmth leaves when she enters the room.

She’s about to do the same thing here, break up this happy moment, and for the first time since Edward left, Bella actually feels guilty about it.

#paul lahote #paul lahote fanfiction #paul lahote fanfic #twilight #Twilight New Moon #twilight saga #twilight fanfiction #sam uley #sam uley's pack #new moon #jacob black #original female character #Bella Swan #emily young #embry call #Jared Cameron #paul lahote x oc #paul lahote x ofc #multi chapter fic

[mipwrites]

Ongoing:

Swan Song Series

Sermon || Batman. Multi. Rated T. Romance. Jason Todd/OFC tumblr post || artbreeder ||

Jason Todd knows he's a black sheep. He understands, he gets it, really he does.

He's Robin, the Boy Wonder - he kicks criminal butt on the nightly. He doesn't need "friends" or to "fit in". He's more than content with knowing that his purpose is greater than simply scoring the winning goal in the lacrosse championship or taking some stuck up heiress to Prom.

But despite his steeled resolutions about what he does and doesn't need, no matter how hard he tries he can't seem to stop noticing the girl in his English class with the pretty eyes and dark secrets and wondering.

I Think I'll Save Myself (By Saving You) Batman. Oneshot. 3,740 words. Rated G. Fluff

In which on the eve of Jason's thirteenth birthday, Bruce might just find the solution to making Jason believe that he belongs at the Manor too. With a little four-legged help, that is.

A Court of Snow and Shadow || ACOTAR. Multi. Romance & Mystery. Rated M. Azriel x OFC tumblr post || read on ao3 || playlist || artbreeder ||

Tentative stability has descended over Prythian – the first the land has seen in hundreds of years.  Despite the looming threats – Koschei slumbers across a distant sea, and Beron Vanserra bides his time in Autumn – for now, there is time for those of the Night Court to bask in the sunshine that is peace.

But dangers lurk just beyond the shadows, hidden amongst old friends and old foes alike.

Azriel knows what is like to be consumed in darkness – learned from a young age how to stare back into it.  How to sing until the darkness bowed to him and sang back.  While his friends and family bask in their sun and the day, the spymaster of the Night Court doesn’t just live within the night; he is consumed by it.

He can handle the darkness in a new threat to Prythian that lies within the heart of another, still-healing, court – Winter.

If he can handle being mated to the half-mad female he finds right smack in the center of all of it, well, that may be another story.

One Shots:

residue (you're a memory I wake up to)

Marauders. Gen. Rated T. Angst Read on Ao3

Sirius has never understood the Muggle fixation with cursing at gods they can’t see.

Until his brother began his descent into the dark.

Then, maybe, Sirius began to understand.

#mip writes #mip posting #masterlist #writing #my writing

[the-antiapocalyptic-man]

Matthew Bland, Ja Zaki, The Red Lion and his secret advisor, The Perpetual Woman

Following an incursion in Buredunian territory by Qwardian Weaponeers, Red Lion captured the Perpetual Woman alive to question her regarding both the initial attack and why she had so willingly sacrificed her own soldiers.

She taught Ja Zaki the Qwardian children's tales of God Mobius and his deceitful brothers, and his mother (whose image she had been remade in from the base Qwardian man she had once been) who had fallen into an eternal slumber of deep grief and guilt for the murder of Mobius' father, Ultra. She taught him about the war already raging between Mobius and Alpheus, Antimatter and Dark Matter fueling an endless conflict just beneath the fragile Matter-Multiverse that Ja Zaki had always known.

So, he asked her to show him this war. And she did.

It was in that moment Red Lion knew it was his mission to show every living being what he had seen: he would make them all see The Light.

So since I'm crossing the aisle here, I do want to mention that Red Lion's Headverse plotline is clearly supposed to be Black Panther's plotline from Hickman's New Avengers, with Perpetual Woman standing in for Black Swan and The Light standing in for Marvel's Illuminati.

This version of the Light is meant to be an in-universe successor to Vandal Savage's, which has since collapsed, but the members had in mind were Red Lion, Deathstroke, Wizard, Ultra-Humanite, Max Lord V, Black Manta, and Michael Desai as Boss Dark Side, with Perpetual Woman as Ja Zaki's prisoner/advisor/love interest.

Ofc, the bigger twist on the formula here is--after ousting Slade and wiping his memory--Red Lion makes it clear he's taking an accelerationist approach in speeding up the Anti-Monitor's campaign.

#dc #headverse #fanart #au #redesign #oc #red lion #ja zaki #matthew bland #perpetual woman

[elaratyrell]

Upcoming WIPS For 2024 (so far)

My (tentatively temporary) schedule:

Basically I’m trying to get more organised and motivated to actually complete the endless amount of drafts and ideas I’ve got and left half finished, so I’m doing a schedule moving into the new year. Hopefully it will prove successful.

I’ve got a few requests here and there, some series to finish, my own ideas and ofc my spooktober drabbles that I’ll sprinkle about throughout the year (maybe one a month up until October). Of course, the scheduling may change due to new requests, which will take priority and I’ll be creating polls to decide new series, which will be posted when I finish old ones.

I won’t have more than two mini series running at once, as well as posting one shots on the side. One series will always be a Disney/fairytale au, the other will vary.

I’ll add the link to the post to my pinned post here, so I can keep on top of things and people can find the post easier.

💖 Happy New Year Everyone 💖

Currently In Progress: Requests

Aemond x Reader x Daemon Smut

Daemon x Pregnant Wife! POC! Reader

Aemond x Reader Swan Lake AU

Daemon x Martell! Reader {Part 1}

Currently In Progress: Series

Poor Unfortunate Souls {Aemond's Ending}

Lost Boys {Part 2}

Michael Gavey x Popular! Reader Series {Part 1}

Currently In Progress: One Shots

Dark! Jace x Lannister! Reader

Ghost! Aegon x Ghost! Reader {Beetlejuice AU}

Modern! Aemond x Fem! Reader

Dark! Aemond x Sister! Reader {Side! Aegon x Reader}

#Wips #house of the dragon #hotd #house of the dragon x reader #hotd x reader

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

So I’m thinking about like. Elven subcultures. Because when you force people into molds of perfection and discard anyone you see as not fitting that people - especially young people - will be pissed as all fuck. And Elves don’t have social media like we do, so it wouldn’t even be commodified like subcultures now are.

Like, we all make jokes about how emo Tam is, but... what if that’s the point? What if he wears black, dyes his hair, gets angry and dark to separate himself from the light saturated society that was willing to leave his sister for dead just because she wasn’t perfect? Yeah, Elves ‘aren’t musical’ or whatever, but what about Dex, after he fixes Sophie’s iPod for her, getting curious about human music. Like, what if listening to human music becomes like an alt thing? What if people like, form bands with self made instruments that aren’t like the ones humans have because all they have to go off is sound?

What about art? I made a post a while ago about Linh being a street artist and Keefe being a surrealist, but what if they’re not the only ones? What about art movements as well, imperfect and flawed and messy, communicating issues everyone wants so much to cover up? What about messy clothes that would make nobles faint instead of the conservative cloaks and skirts and suits they’re all used to?

It really seems to me that the Elven world is very whitewashed as well. What about POC Elves reclaiming their own histories and cultures? What about new languages aside from just The Enlightened Language being rediscovered and learned or even made? What about people adopting forms of dress from Elven cultures long lost in what was either an unconcious or purposeful cultural cleansing?

Ofc, this would all be very underground. The Council is literally a dictatorship who control the media, education, everything. But people find ways. Someone sneaks a smuggled MP3 player from the Human world into Foxfire and some people get curious, get interested, and get deeper. People find ways to meet up and talk. Maybe that’s where the rebel organizations, Black Swan and Neverseen, find people to recruit? Like, how else do you find people both angry at the world around them and ready to rebel?

Idk. Reading about the growth of alt subcultures in Europe and America rn and I’m just very interested in subcultures in the Elven world. Even aside from alt ones which is what I’ve focused on here.

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #elven society #kotlc meta #worldbuilding #subcultures #fictional ones #alternative subcultures #rebellion #tam song #tam kotlc #dex dizznee #dex kotlc