#about the Country. if he became close friends enough to be able to enter the rooms with the books of it. sol couldnt read them

[aria0fgold]

FINALLY DONE WITH THE ISAT OC! SOLEIL!!!

The creature... So first things first is some info about them pre- disappearance of The Country. They're a loyal follower and avid worshipper of The Country. They love the Universe sooo much that they made a wish to be able to read the stars, and the Universe answered. I like to think that the stars are talkative, some can predict what will happen in the near future, some are just "chatting" to each other about the stuff happening in the world they overlook. It's a somewhat useful ability that Soleil used to use to be able to either predict someone's future (rarely though, the stars hold many different futures and it's hard to figure out which is whose) or use it during funeral rites to have a more reassuring experience to the ones mourning that their loved one arrived safely among the stars.

And then they found out about The Cursing of Chateau Castle-- they kiiiinda got Really obsessed with the book series that they wanted to know more about it but there wasn't any more copies of it in the Country's language so what better way to deal with that but teaching itself how to understand the Vaugardian language, and by doing that they got to learn more about the Vaugardian culture and was really amazed by it (considering that they spent most of their life with the Country's culture instead, learning about a different culture is a great feeling). One thing led to the other and it also led Soleil to travelling to Vaugarde (something that their family wasn't all that happy with but they stay silly).

And so we're back at the present time! Now to talk about some details on its appearance.

Its Craft type is Scissors! The eye on the center of its chest and the eye by its nape are in fact EYES and not just accessories (although they did try to make the eye on its chest appear to be like a mix between a star shape and the Change Symbol).

After spending some time in Vaugarde, they learned about Body Craft in which case they decided to experiment with it in regards to its eyes.

Since being in Vaugarde, there wasn't much use to its star sight and there also isn't a way to "turn it off." So instead, they decided to separate its Normal sight from the Star sight by adding another pair of eyes on its body.

The eyes on its face are blind. They can't see through it anymore but they Can still see the stars (they can't read it anymore however cuz of the Country's disappearance).

If they focus on the stars using those eyes, they'd get a REALLY bad headache and a star sign appears on its eyes. Nothing to be afraid of probably, its head just Really hurts.

The glass covering the eye on its nape is a one way mirror. You won't be able to see the eye but the eye can still see you.

With its vision split, it actually took them awhile to get used to that. It takes a lot of concentration and focus to see both from behind and from the front. When Soleil gets tired from doing that, they either close the eye on its nape (if the place is safe enough) or unfocus it enough to the point that most of its vision becomes blurry with only being able to see blobs of shapes and shadows which helps them be alert enough in case something comes running at them from behind.

All the round objects you see on its body are Bombs. They found out about Bomb Craft in Jouvente and was so fascinated by it that their inventor brain (inventing, crafting, and repairing stuff is a special interest of theirs). They now like making bombs and inventing new ones (only they have the recipe of those).

The bombs they invented only detonates via a Craft spell, it's basically as safe as an ordinary ball to handle unless detonated. Also the scissors at the top of their head has a cover on its tip. It's Very Sharp. They mainly use that (either the tip or the scissor blades itself) to cut the bombs dangling on its body.

Despite the multitude of bombs they carry, they aren't actually much of a fighter (they just like bombs). Most of its Craft spells are basic/beginner level. The one and only Powerful Craft spell they have is a shield/defense spell that they practiced several times. It's capable of negating all damage for 2 turns with a 5 turn cooldown, they wanted to master that spell to make it so that bombs won't hurt them no matter the close proximity.

Its hand signs are "broken." They used to mimic the hand signs that the Universe (I'm mainly referring to my design of the Universe) makes. But after forgetting about everything in regards to it, they can't remember what hand signs they used to make but the familiar feeling was still there.

A huge fan of The Cursing of Chateau Castle, to the point of practically making it part of its identity now that a HUGE chunk of its memory is missing. Its outfit is a modified version of what they think Lady Irene-Janine-Karine wears.

Its personality is a mixture of Lord Josephandre, Pierre-Jacques-Erneste, and Lady Irene-Janine-Karine (aka the Chateau Trio!!! Love those three...).

Its name, "Soleil" is just something they found in a book and decided to use for itself. They don't remember its name anymore.

#ariart #ariaoc #isat oc #isat spoilers #theres some danger in the fact that sol took pierres personality too considering that pierre betrayed the party that one time-- #honestly if i think about sol harder i begin to realize that theres A LOT of things wrong about them mentally #what forgetting a country with a belief system you were incredibly loyal to does to someone i think. #also making it so that sol was the npc that translated that one issue of the cursing of chateau castle from vaugardian #into the language of the Country. if you were to enter its home. youll be greeted by a LOT of bookcases and shelves and books #and therell be at least 4 of those dedicated to the cursing of chateau castle. original version and the ones they translated #there will ofc be sections where its about the Country tho. actually i think if siffrin visited its home he'll be able to know more #about the Country. if he became close friends enough to be able to enter the rooms with the books of it. sol couldnt read them #anymore but feels as though those books were important so they moved it elsewhere for safekeeping. making sure to maintain it too #also yea you can now see exactly how im pushing the isat worldbuilding to its limits via body craft #i like to think that if in case body craft operates in a similar manner to alchemy in that by Changing something theres an equal #exchange to be given. if its Changing your appearance to a new one then the equal value to be exchanged is the Old appearance #but if for example theres a missing body part. youd have to find Something else of equal value to replace it then #and by going off of that same principle. if a body part has two functions (like with sol's eyes having a special sight to it) #then by Changing its appearance. the equal value follows the same principle of the: exchange Old for New #except that in sol's case. with the addition of a body part that has two functions. technically speaking they can Separate the #two functions while still following the usual method. it's just that now theres another set of eyes on its body. still a New appearance tho

[seonghwaddict]

forget-me-not — kim hongjoong

in which the wall separating you and him is very thin, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

neighbour!kim hongjoong! x fem!reader. genre. fluff, comfort. warnings. a storm. wc. 1k

lilo’s notes. happy birthday @pocketjoong!! a little hongjoong drabble to celebrate sky’s birthday!! i also have a permanent taglist now so if you’d like to be added please let me know :]

listening to. round and around, jo yuri.

masterlist

you really hated thunderstorms.

as you lay in bed wide awake a little past midnight, you flinched as thunder roared outside your window, the soft pitter patter of rain hitting the glass not easing your anxious mind. usually you’d be able to handle it, but since you moved into your apartment only two months before, there was a minimal sense of comfort.

despite living here for four months, you hadn’t quite settled in. the furniture from your previous apartment was still on the other side of the country, complications with the transportation preventing you from receiving it until september. but, nevertheless, you did enjoy living here.

sure, the walls were quite thin and most nights you could hear commotion in the neighbouring apartments… but the complex was well kept and the people in the surrounding area were friendly enough. you had even gotten somewhat close with one of your neighbours.

the first time you met hongjoong was in a park just around the corner of the building 3 months ago. you had reached down to pick a flower, unaware of the handsome man reaching for the same one, vision somewhat blocked by the large box of utensils in your other hand. when your fingers brushed against each other, the two of you jumped apart as you realised what had happened.

“oh- um… you… you can have it.” you’d muttered, gesturing to the beautiful white flower.

he had merely smiled and shook his head, a soft smile stretched on his lips. “ no, no, it’s ok. you should take it. i think you would’ve reached it first anyway.”

still unsure, you furrowed your eyebrows and looked around in determination to find an equally pretty flower. finally, your eyes settled on a bundle of baby blue forget-me-nots, setting your box down and walking over two small steps to crouch and pick them. after standing up, you held the bundle of flowers out to him.

“you can have these, then,” you had smiled at him warmly, “they match your sweater.”

he bowed politely and walked away with a small smile after accepting the pretty bundle of flowers while you picked up your box in one hand and the single white flower in the other and walked to your new home. soon enough, you realised you’d have to encounter the cute silver-haired man more frequently than you expected.

this became apparent a day later when you stood in the lobby and called for the elevator to go up to your apartment. once it reached your floor and the doors slid open, there he was, standing on the other side and waiting for the same elevator.

“oh, it’s you,” you wanted to smack yourself in the face for not coming up with something better to say. but, nevertheless, that still got his attention as he glanced up from his phone screen.

after a moment, a look of recognition passed over his face and his eyes seemed impossibly soft. it had something stirring in your stomach and you weren’t sure if you welcomed it. it was then that you learned that he was the one who lived in the apartment on your right and frequently had his friends over who were sometimes so loud you could hear them through the wall of your bedroom.  but you didn’t tell him about that last part. 

from then on you’d see each other more often, whether it was in that same park, leaving your place as he enters his, small talk in the elevator.

eventually, he even realised how thin the walls were. one night you were scrolling through your phone in the comfort of your bed when you heard a loud thud followed by a “SHIT!” through the wall. You say up, confusion written all over your face as you tentatively knocked on the wall.

“you okay?” it took him a second to respond, looking around his room with just as much confusion to see where the voice came from until his eyes settled on the wall separating his and your bedroom. 

“yeah, i’m okay.” he sat cross legged on his bed facing the white wall. then he spoke with a slight laugh, “i knocked over my lamp.”

after that incident, it wasn’t unusual for you to have late night conversations through the wall. sometimes you’d be writing your book, asking for suggestions and forgotten words through it and he would help you out. other times he’s be working on his music, playing it just loud enough for you to hear so you could give him a second opinion.

but now as you lay flinching and sobbing in your bed, everything was silent and you were alone. well… until there was a small knock on the wall by your head.

“you okay?”

you pulled the covers closer and nodded your head, soon realising he couldn’t see you. “yeah, i’m good.”

“really? because i can hear you sobbing through the wall.” you couldn’t see him either, but his face was so full of concern it was obvious he actually cared. “you can talk to me, you know…”

when you didn’t respond immediately, he thought you fell asleep. but your small, shaking voice said otherwise. “i-i’m gonna sound stupid…”

“try me.”

his answer was so sure and caring it nearly brought heat to your face. nearly. because as you opened your mouth to respond, another boom of thunder crashed outside your window that has you cursing loudly. he tilted his head, brows furrowing.

“are you scared of the storm?”

“no… okay, yes maybe a bit… a lot actually.” you admitted, squeezing your eyes shut at the prospect you just might have embarrassed yourself in front of your super handsome and pretty much perfect neighbour.

“that’s okay, there’s no need to be ashamed of it.”

you could hear the caring smile in his voice and could almost picture it as well. so, you relaxed. unsure of how to respond, you stayed silent.

“tell me about your day, y/n.”

you knew damn well he was just trying to distract you and talk you into forgetting about the weather, but you answered. and then it turned into another meaningful conversation as he kept your mind too busy to worry about the thunder and rain and lightning. your crying and flinches and shaking subsided quickly and you relaxed as you listened to the voice of the man you were beginning to fall for.

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[racinggirl]

first of all, congrats on graduating!! i was thinking about a childhood best friends to lovers charles x reader blurb where they both (finally) find out they have a crush on each other …

y/n likes charles, it’s obvious to everyone on the grid except him. he likes her too (but y/n’s oblivious as well), and he always fights for her attention (though he doesn’t need to, it’s always on him anyway). the timing’s just unfortunate, every time charles looks at her it seems like she’s laughing and smiling and generally being affectionate with someone that isn’t him!! what he doesn’t know is that a majority of the time she’s being teased for her crush and laughing bashfully while telling the other driver to stop - “he’s right over there! he could hear you!” - but he’s never close enough to hear :( it all comes to a peak when he finally does hear them!! “so, when will you tell him that you’ve been in love for years and years and-?” daniel says, obviously being dramatic, but charles hears and masks his broken heart with curiosity. “oh? y/n has a crush?” he questions, y/n denies it (absolutely mortified that he overheard), and daniel finallly screws them both over: “you both like each other! y/n likes you, and charles likes you!” he points to each of them, walking away once he’s done, leaving a blushing charles and a blushing y/n <3 you can decide who confesses first!!

this was a whole bunch of word vomit and turned out way longer than expected, feel no pressure to get it out quickly if you decide to pick it up!! have a good day or night <3

❤️ If only they knew...

Having a crush on someone close to you is often a challenge, especially when you do not want them to find out before knowing if the feelings were mutual. Having a crush on your best friend is even worse because there’s a lot at stake.

Monaco, the place to be for both you and Charles. However, this time it was the place to be for a lot more people than just the two of you. It was race week here in this beautiful country, meaning that the usual 40 thousand people that were present here had now drastically increased just for the weekend. Just to see them race.

Them, and him. Charles Leclerc. He had been your friend for as long as you could remember. People would often assume you and him were a couple, referring to you as a WAG. You weren’t, though, even when you wished you were.

‘’Y/N!’’ You heard Lando’s voice in your right ear. Ever since he moved to Monaco a few years ago, you and he became good friends as well. Aside from spending time together, you knew he would be able to keep a secret you couldn’t hold to yourself anymore.

You glanced over at the Brit dressed in his papaya team polo and shot him a smile. ‘’Norris.’’ You felt his arm wrapping around your shoulder as the two of you made your way towards the exit of the paddock.

Another good thing about Monaco is the fact that you’ll be able to sleep at home instead of a hotel, just like many other drivers. ‘’Charles was looking at you earlier today.’’ He smirked, slowly removing his hand from your shoulder and he shoved it in the pocket of his jeans. ‘’He’s always looking at you, you know.’’ He teased and you felt your cheeks becoming nearly as red as the new SF-24.

‘’Stop it! He’s right over there! He could hear you, idiot!’’ You murmured, your hand on his chest to give him a gentle push.

Charles was standing a few meters away from where you were. He was waiting near his car, knowing he’d take you back to your place as you also arrived with him here this morning. He saw your interactions with the McLaren driver, and he could immediately feel this burning sensation in his stomach. Most call it jealousy.

Lando looked over at the Ferrari driver and raised his hand, giving him a friendly wave before he patted your back slightly. ‘’See you tomorrow, Y/N.’’ He smirked before walking off to his scooter.

‘’Hey.’’ Charles smiled at you, opening the door for you so you could easily enter his Ferrari. ‘’Thank you.’’ You blushed, taking a seat once he let you. He always did these small things, being the gentleman he is. Opening doors for you, ordering food whenever you were too busy with school, delivering flowers for your birthday, asking you about your schoolwork, even walking with you to get groceries since he knew you hated going on your own. He was perfect in every way possible, if only you could see he was trying to be perfect for you.

‘’So, when will you tell him that you have a crush on him?’’ Daniel had been teasing you about your crush on Charles. Lando never told him, at least that’s what he swore.

Earlier that day

‘’I didn’t tell him!’’ Lando exclaimed, his hands defensively up in the air as he looked at you. ‘’I know you wanted to keep it a secret, I’m not one to break that promise.’’ He explained.

Daniel was looking at your interactions with a smile on his face. He asked you how Charles and you were doing, commenting on the fact you were wearing matching shoes – the ones Charles got you for your birthday – and asking you when your first date would be.

‘’He didn’t tell me, Y/N.’’ He chuckled. ‘’It’s obvious, the way you look at him, the way you laugh at his jokes, when most of the time they aren’t even that funny. Come on, everybody can see!’’ He laughs, watching your cheeks turn to a bright shade of red. ‘’Even just talking about him turns you into a tomato.’’ He smiled and wrapped his arm around you. You had always been good friends with most of the grid, especially since you lived in Monaco, and most of Charles’ co-workers moved here as well.

Present

‘’So, when will you tell him that you’ve been in love for years and years and-?’’

‘’Oh? Y/N has a crush?’’

Fuck.

Charles.

He had been watching you for a few seconds, mostly the seconds that Daniel wrapped his arm around you, the same way Lando did yesterday. He just wanted to be that person to you, he wanted to be the guy that made you smile the way his friends did to you, or make you giggle. If only he knew…

‘’No, I don’t.’’ You quickly exclaimed, nudging Daniel’s side which caused him to let go of you. ‘’I don’t have a crush. They are just trolling.’’ You smiled, trying your hardest to hide the blush on your cheeks when you saw Charles looking directly into your eyes.

Monza, the crowd was filled with Tifosi, the sky was red because of all the flares people light up, especially after Charles crossed the finish line first. He won, he won in Monza, and the people were going crazy.

‘’You won!’’ You laughed; your arms wrapped around his neck as you gave him the biggest hug possible. ‘’You’re incredible!’’ You smiled, kissing his cheek which gave the both of you intense butterflies, but neither of you were aware. You both thought you were the only one feeling that way.

‘’Great race, mate!’’ Daniel patted Charles’ back after he watched the two of you talk for a while. ‘’Thanks, you weren’t bad yourself.’’ Your best friend replied, receiving a chuckle from the Australian driver.

‘’Why don’t you two just kiss?’’ He then bluntly spoke, causing your eyes to widen, your cheeks to burn extremely hot, Charles to be confused and his eyes following Daniel’s who had been looking at you with a smirk.

‘’Come on guys, you’re not telling me you aren’t aware of the fact you’re both madly in love with each other. Charles, you like Y/N, Y/N, you like Charles, seal the deal and kiss already!’’ He laughed and with that he walked away, leaving the two of you stunned at what just happened.

‘’I…’’ ‘’Ehm…’’ The both of you tried to say something that would make sense, but with your cheeks as red as the sky, and your lips glued together, you were unable to.

His PR manager soon stepped in, watching his phone before looking at the driver. ‘’Charles, interviews, come on, let’s go.’’

‘’You like me?’’ You carefully asked the moment you were seated in his car. The interviews had finished, as well as the post-race press conference. You had decided to wait for him even though the two of you decided you’d go to the hotel with his team as the interviews would take a long time here in Monza.

He chuckled, grabbing the steering wheel and rubbing his thumbs on the leather of it. ‘’I thought it was obvious.’’ He smiled softly, picking on some threads of the wheel.

‘’I mean, I guess it was, but not to me.’’ You replied, not keeping your eyes away from him. You were still in the parking lot of the hotel. Neither of you spoke on your way back to the hotel. He didn’t even question why you waited for him instead of going back with his team.

‘’Who knew?’’ He asked. ‘’Who knew you had feelings for, me.’’ He whispered the last word almost inaudible, probably because it felt weird to him that he could finally say it out aloud. ‘’Almost everyone, I guess.’’ You blushed, playing with the fabric of your shirt.

‘’Everyone but me.’’ He smiled, now turning to face you. His hand gently moved to take a hold of yours, and this time it felt different. It was even worse than it used to be. Your heart was beating out of your chest because you knew the truth now. You knew the two of you had feelings for one another, and when two people like each other, it won’t take long before the next step would have been made.

You closed your eyes when you felt his breath on your lips, his warm, minty breath tickled your lips gently. ‘’May I?’’ He whispered, his left hand leaning up to cup your cheek. You didn’t nod but replied by pressing your lips on his.

Fireworks exploded in your stomach, and for the first time, you knew the same happened to him. Because he kissed you back, somehow you could feel all those years of unspoken feelings into this one single kiss. It was magical, your stomach couldn’t stop with creating more and more butterflies, and you never wanted this to end.

‘’You have no idea how long I’ve waited to be able to do that.’’ He whispers against your lips, causing the corners of your mouth to point upwards into a smile.

‘’My god… if only we knew.’’

a/n: thank you soooo much for this request! I've suddenly had some inspiration and went straight to writing it. I believe I've written it down in less than an hour ^^ Anyways, I hope you like it, I've tried to incorporate most of the things you requested, however I slightly changed the ending a little to make it more spicy. Don't forget to keep sending in requests for my graduation reqs! You were the only request that came through, so I'll probably keep this going for let's say a week or so. I'll close the reqs for this somewhere next week. So if you have some ideas and want me to write them this week, send them in :)

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[motomamita]

Crazy Little Thing Called Love

serie materialist

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x Rockstar!Reader

Summary: Joseph meets a guitarist on his trip to Italy and the two end the night together.

Warnings: smut, +18, cursing, mentions of drinking and smoking.

A/N: English is NOT my first language.

This is not meant to be a Victoria x Joseph story! I like to give readers the freedom to imagine the protagonist in the way they prefer!

The events occur before Joe is in Stranger Things and before Maneskin wins Eurovision 2021.

Some facts in relation to Maneskin are different, like the one that here Thomas plays the bass and not the guitar.

Do not copy or translate this!

"There goes my baby

She knows how to rock and roll

She drives me crazy

She gives me hot and cold fever

She leaves me in a cool, cool sweat"

Italy, 2020.

Two talents unknown. Two lives. Two souls. One place.

Joseph Quinn arrived in the country less than a week ago. His sister had invited him to spend a mini vacation, taking advantage of the fact that she was working and studying there. He accepted without hesitation, excited and eager to see the country. Joseph had had quite a heavy few weeks because he had been preparing to audition in one of the most successful series of the moment. He deserved a proper break.

His sister received him in her apartment, letting him get comfortable in the guest room and then taking him to see the city. They visited several art museums, enjoyed the typical food of the place and walked through its streets until night found them. He quickly fell in love with the country, its landscapes, its culture and its people. The country of art and, for some, of love.

(y/n) Pagani lived in Italy all her life. She was born there and grew up in an environment full of art and lots of music. too much. At the age of 12 she was given her first guitar and since then she has not stopped playing, perfecting herself and learning until she excelled with the instrument. Her passion for music was something she could only share with her family and herself. It wasn't until she met Thomas Raggi, her schoolmate and amateur bass player, that the two of them were able to enjoy music together. Soon, the idea of ​​forming a band became present and stronger. From a Facebook post they were joined by vocalist and drummer Damiano David and Ethan Torchio. And so, Måneskin was formed.

Its beginnings were humble like those of any group of teenagers who want to succeed in music. They played in the streets of Rome to get rid of the fear of being in front of the public and by the way they got some coins. Soon, they caught the attention of a label that supported them and with which they released their first album. Thus, the group began to gain fame locally and their hopes of conquering beyond seemed close.

The not so different lives of both crossed that starry night in Italy.

The Quinns entered the bar and soon focused on a table not far from the stage. The atmosphere was pleasant, the other tables were occupied by people of the same age who were chatting animatedly among themselves. Drinks kept pouring out from the bar and the music played at a volume not so loud to stun you but enough to make you nod your head to the sound of it.

They both ordered a few beers that they drank calmly until Quinn's other friends joined them at the table. Joseph had had the pleasure of meeting them days ago and living with them for a few hours. They were friendly and fun, so much so that they made him feel like they were lifelong friends the moment they met him. According to her sister, Italians had this characteristic of being warm to everyone.

They drank a couple of beers and chatted about various trivial topics until the music coming out of the speakers under their sound and the equipment moving on stage began. Joseph guessed it was the group his sister was coming to see today. She had told him that she had friends who were in a rock group, they were rookies but they knew what they were doing according to her. He had no idea about them, so he didn't bother to search for them. He wanted to hear them live and direct.

The lights of the place were turned off, leaving on only the blue and purple ones that pointed to the stage. The people at the bar clapped and shouted with excitement as they saw the members take the stage. Joseph watched them curiously, unable to see their faces clearly. The tallest one with waist-length hair stood behind the drum kit, stretching out his arms and grasping his chopsticks deftly. Another of them stood in the middle of the stage in front of the microphone, his hair falling to his shoulders and various tattoos decorating his bare arms. Then two people went up, one on each side of the vocalist. One of them had a bass slung over his shoulder and blonde hair that matched his guitar. The other person greatly caught her attention because she was the only woman in the group. She had with her an electric guitar that she carried with experience. She was wearing a corset with lingerie details and black leather pants along with boots of the same color.

Before Joseph could ask for her name, the music began to play along with the vocalist's voice.

"Hi everybody this is Maneskin, you're listening to Chosen.

Listen clear now, baby

Ya, ya 'cause it begins like.."

The people around began to sing the song and clap their hands, until some stopped to get close to the stage and dance. Joseph stayed in his seat with his friends, who also sang along as they enjoyed the show. He, not knowing the song, just moved his head slightly to the rhythm of the music while looking at her fascinated. The way her hair moved when she walked across the stage and moved her hips to the music, how strong and expert her hands seemed on the guitar and the smiles she threw at the audience. In one of those times, their eyes collided for a few moments that for Joseph seemed eternal and one of the most exciting in his life. Love at first sight.

"Hey yeah, follow me, follow me now

Hey yeah, follow me, follow me now

Hey yeah, follow me, follow me now

Listen now now now now now now now now

Follow me, follow me now"

The song ended and the warm reception from the public was immediate. By general request, the group played 2 more songs until they left the stage to the applause and shouts of emotion from the audience.

The British continued with his gaze on the girl who, after leaving her guitar along with the other instruments, approached with her companions to the table where he was.

"Hi gorgeous!" The girl greeted the actor's sister with a warm hug, who received her excitedly.

"You were great! As always!" She congratulated them looking at the 4. "Let me introduce my brother Joe.

The named gulped nervously upon hearing his name and seeing how they approached where he was sitting. They introduced themselves in a general way, shaking hands with each one, even with the girl who had invaded his mind for minutes. Naturally, the group sat down in the free spaces they found at the table.

"Do you mind if I sit next to you?"

Joseph looked up from the beer in his hands to notice the voice that spoke close to his ear due to the music. An inevitable smile formed on his faces and his skin prickled when he saw the same eyes that before were several meters from him now were centimeters from his face.

"It's no trouble, please!"

Joseph moved to the side, giving her room for her to sit next to him comfortably, which she did. He kept his gaze straight ahead, nervous at the girl's proximity. And it was logical, (y/n) had a strong energy wherever she was. She was one of those strong and empowered girls whose presence was not easy to forget. Joseph wasn't used to that type of girl, and that was the very thing that caught his attention from her.

"Your sister told me you're an actor." She spoke again looking at him interested.

And it is that he had not gone unnoticed by her either. Despite being used to being on stage and receiving looks, Joseph's stood out for its intensity and all the interest there was. It may be that she was nervous about those dark eyes looking at her from a distance, so much so that some of her chords on her guitar did not come out as accurately as usual but luckily no one noticed.

He turned to give his full attention to the girl next to him.

"Yes, something like that. I did some small parts on television and I was acting in theater." He explained looking into her eyes while she nodded interested in listening to him.

"That's great!"

"Not as great as what you guys did up there. You're great!" He spoke sincerely making the girl smile embarrassed at the flattery.

"You're making me blush! Shut up!" She laughed lightly hitting his arm playfully. Joseph's heart sped up at the show of affection.

"Is seriously!" He replied laughing in the same way. "You play amazing. I really enjoyed the show." They both looked into each other's eyes again, now with greater confidence.

"I don't doubt it, I couldn't help but feel your gaze on me." Now it was Joseph who looked down in embarrassment at being discovered by her. She laughed out loud as he hid his face with his hands, hiding his mischievous grin.

"It was your fault for being so cool, Miss..!" He looked at her expectantly knowing her name.

"(y/n)!" She added receiving a nod from him. "What's your name, starboy?" They both laughed at her nickname.

"Joseph, that's my name." Now it was she who nodded her head. "But you can call me Joe. Everyone calls me that."

"Okay, Joe Joe!" She spoke in a singsong voice that did nothing but continue to captivate Joseph, who had to drink his beer to hide his smile.

"Let me buy you some beers, little rockstar!" He now spoke into her ear making her smile at the nickname.

"Ahead!"

Thus, the night passed between beers and laughter. Both Joseph and (y/n) discovered how well they got along despite not having much in common. She loved to party and have fun until the early hours while he was more of staying at home or going out to quiet gatherings with friends. Despite that, they both had a strong connection that became more and more evident as the beers finished.

At about 3 in the morning, the two were still at the bar with their friends who still refused to go home. (Y/n) had her legs up on Joseph's lap and her head resting on his chest, feeling his breath and the vibrations from him when he laughed. One of his hands was on her thighs, caressing her and pulling her closer to him. The other was part of her back bare by the corset, also caressing her and playing with her locks of hair from time to time.

"Until when are you going to be in Italy?" (y/n) raised her head to look at Joseph, who lowered his head close to her face.

"I'm leaving in 3 days." She pouted sadly upon hearing the answer. Joseph followed suit and caressed her cheeks with one of his hands. "The night is still young, we can enjoy what's left of it."

"Oh yeah? How would you like to enjoy it?" She whispered very close to his lips.

Joseph put his hand on her chin, holding it lightly and immobilizing her before kissing her. The kiss at first was simple, letting them appreciate each other's lips and the closeness they wanted so much. (y/n) lightly bit his lower lip with the intention of making him open his mouth, which he did. Soon their tongues met letting them savor the beer and cigarette they had shared minutes before. She moaned into his mouth as Joseph tightened his grip on her thighs, digging his fingertips into the leather material. They separated due to lack of air but they didn't move away, still feeling each other's breaths on their faces.

"I have the keys to the apartment if you two want to go." Damiano's slightly drunk voice called out to them. Apparently everyone at the table has been spectators of the sexual tension between the two.

(y/n) exchanged glances with Joseph, who after a few seconds nodded his head. They both got up from their places and gathered their things, ready to leave the bar in the direction of the band's apartment that was not far away.

"Don't make me an aunt yet, Joseph!" His sister yelled at him, seeing how the couple left the bar hand in hand, staggering thanks to the beers.

They walked laughing and humming Queen's 'Crazy Little Thing Called Love' through the streets of Italy. At one point Joseph raised her in a bridal way, demonstrating his strength and that he had greater resistance to alcohol than her. (Y/n) took advantage and played with his necklace that was visible through the various buttons that were open on his shirt.

Arriving at the apartment, Joseph didn't wait long to kiss her passionately and desperately again. She placed her hands around his neck, caressing his curls and scalp. He, for his part, placed his hands on her lower back and soon moved down to her butt, squeezing it slightly and causing her to moan. They walked without separating until they reached the sofa where Joseph sat down with (Y/n) on top of him. His kisses passed over her jaw to her bare neck, where he left several marks and wet kisses. She moved her hips, rubbing her clothed center with his remarkable erection. Joseph growled and brought his hands to her hips, intensifying the contact.

"Stop teasing, stargirl." He growled pulling away from her and admiring her on top of him.

(y/n) ignored him and kept moving his hips, causing Joseph to throw his head back with a loud sigh of pleasure. She ran her thumb over his moist pink lips.

"I'm not teasing, I'm just thinking what else can those lips of yours do, starboy." She murmured now looking at Joseph, who smiled mischievously at her.

"Let me show you." He asked to which she nodded her head.

Joseph's hands now moved to the closure of her corset, lowering the zipper and leaving her breasts free. His member throbbed under her as he saw how the moonlight entered through one of the windows and illuminated her erect nipples. Joseph took one of his hands to her hair and slightly stretched it, making her back come closer to him, leaving her at his mercy. He brought his face closer to the center between her breasts, letting her feel his hot breath before kissing her skin until he reached one of her nipples.

"Shit, Joe.." She groaned as she felt his wet tongue on her nipple and how his free hand caressed the other one.

Joseph savored the girl as if it were candy, taking his time to appreciate her moans and how her hips moved over him, taking him to the extreme. He pulled back to give his attention to the other nipple, not caring how sensitive she was to his touch. It didn't bother (y/n) either, what's more, never before had a boy had so much dedication and importance that she would enjoy too.

"The most delicious sweet that is tasted from Italy." Joseph murmured pulling away from her breasts to look at her.

"And that you didn't taste the best."

(y/n) drew him to her grabbing his collar to kiss him again with need. Now she lay down on the sofa without stopping kissing Joseph, who was on top of her. Her hands went to the buckle of his pants, unbuttoning it and lowering it with his help. His member stood out through the fabric of his boxers, eager for attention. Joseph hurried over and removed her pants from her, leaving her in nothing but lacy panties.

"Looks like someone needs attention.." (y/n) spoke with some amusement in her voice reaching her hand to the joseph's member dressed.

Joseph moaned at the contact, shifting his hips slightly for more friction. (y/n) massaged him through the cloth, driving him crazy and making him mutter obscenities. She decided not to torture him anymore and removed his boxers, leaving his aching cock free and at her disposal. Still with Joseph on top of her, (y/n) stroked the length of him slowly spreading the precum all over his length. Without taking her eyes off his face, she masturbated him gently and lovingly, enjoying how his brows furrowed and his mouth remained ajar.

"Let me take you." He asked almost in a whisper, certain that if she continued he would cum right there. "Please.."

"You look so cute when you beg for me.." (y/n) stopped touching him to bring her hand up to his shirt, quickly removing it and admiring his bare chest.

Joseph saw this as a positive sign for his request. He placed some cushions behind her and then placed his hand on her neck and leaned her head on them, taking control of the situation. He brought his hand up to her panty-covered center and massaged her clit, drawing a muffled moan from her. (y/n) moved her hips desperately at his touch, making Joseph laugh mockingly who was taking revenge. He removed her panties exposing her wet pussy. He couldn't help it and reached down to run his tongue over her folds, collecting her fluids and tasting them in his mouth.

"Joe, stop teasing." She said with need.

"I'm not teasing you, I'm just thinking about the things I'm going to do to your delicious pussy…" He answered her the same way she had minutes ago.

The Brit pulled a condom out of his wallet and tore it up with his hands before placing it on his hard cock. She watched him from her position, admiring his arms, the way his chest rose and fell and the way his necklace shone in the moonlight. Joseph moved closer to her, kissing her and letting her taste her own fluids on his tongue. He took one of his hands to his member and passed it through her folds, lubricating it even though it wasn't necessary, she was already very wet for him. Joseph placed the tip at her entrance, entering her slowly, enjoying her warmth and how tight she was. (y/n) moaned into his mouth and wrapped her legs around his waist, driving him deep inside her.

"You like it?" He asked in a slow but deep rhythm, letting her take all of him.

"I'm lovin 'it." She groaned closing her eyes in pleasure.

"Hey, hey. Eyes on me, baby. Eyes on me." Joseph said placing one of his hands on her jaw, forcing her to look at him, which she did.

Joseph continued his slow pace for a few seconds, letting her get used to his size and he to her warm interior. Little by little, his thrusts increased in rhythm making it difficult for both of them to contain their moans. (y/n) brought her hands to his back, caressing him and occasionally digging her nails in when he hit her cervix hard. Their eyes were on the other, making that moment something more intimate and passionate. Something that no one could ever forget.

Joseph's thrusts became more violent and stronger. The sound of their skins clashing and their moans became constant, bouncing around the great living room. Joseph pulled away to place one of (y/n)'s legs on his shoulder, fucking her in new places and giving her even more pleasure. The walls of (y/n) contracted around his throbbing cock, warning him that she would soon reach his climax.

"Are you going to cum? Huh?" Joseph asked in his agitated voice. She nodded her head desperately. "Talk to me, darling."

Before she could speak, Joseph swung his other leg over his shoulder, making the pleasure uncontrollable for both of them. (y/n) brought one of her hands to her clitoris, massaging it in a circular motion. Joseph growled at the sight and at the way the walls of it hugged his cock.

"Yeah. I'm going to cum Joe!" She groaned feeling a great pressure build up in her navel.

He kept pounding her hard, enjoying how his balls slammed into her ass and her fluids wet his thighs. Joseph took one of his hands to her navel while the other went to her neck, squeezing it slightly.

"I can feel my cock inside you, so good…" He groaned through his teeth. "Come with me, do it.."

(y/n)'s legs trembled and her toes fingers tensed at the Brit's words. She clung tightly to Joseph's large back, feeling her orgasm come. Joseph covered her moans by kissing her, continuing to thrust into her with need despite how sensitive she was. (y/n) enjoyed her climax following his passionate kiss, noting that he was also close to his release. Joseph moved away from her and the hand that was on her neck moved to be next to the other on her navel, pressing it and holding it in place.

"Uh, your pussy is so fine!" Moan absorbed by the pleasure. "So good I'm going to cum in it."

It took only a few thrusts for Joseph to climax with a grunt of pleasure as well. He stayed inside her for a few seconds, calming his breathing and the slightest tremor in his legs. He then stepped out of her to remove the condom and place it on top of the package on the floor. Joseph lay down next to (y/n), hugging her around the waist and placing her head on his chest. They were silent for a few minutes, enjoying the silence and the warmth radiating from each other's bodies.

"I'll figure out how to visit you later." He murmured stroking her bare arm, referring to when it was time to go back to London. "I don't mean just the sex. I really enjoyed your company tonight, (y/n)."

She raises her head to look carefully, memorizing every detail of his face that each time seemed to her the most beautiful thing in the world.

"Same here, JoeJoe." The named laughed lightly, making her giggle. "Later we will see how to meet again but now I think the best thing is that we go to my room before the others arrive."

They both looked around and at the mess they had caused. Their clothes all over the room and several pillows on the floor, not to mention their naked bodies on the sofa.

"You're right, little rockstar." (y/n) smiled at the nickname. "How about a second round?"

"Sounds great to me, starboy."

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[nadinebrooks-marvel]

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Loki x Reader: Broken Glass

Warnings: Language, very brief mention of blood, and a little sad. So for this one, Loki’s exile was cut short. Odin and Freya are still alive.

The media basically came up with her superhero name. To everyone's surprise, she was rather fond of the name. To be fair, it did suit her pretty well. She was known all throughout the universe as the White Queen.

She was a natural leader, regal, humble, and didn't take shit from anyone. (y/n) had the ability to conjure and control ice and snow. That included manipulating wind currents, causing deadly blizzards, and creating structures made of ice and snow. During the winter months, (y/n)'s powers were stronger because she had access to the elements rather than having to create them herself.

As a joke, the media would often call her Elsa. (y/n) happened to like the platinum blonde Disney princess so she never saw any ill intent behind the nickname. Besides, everyone knew that her powers were much more deadlier than Elsa's.

During the month of December, (y/n) was practically invincible. There was very little that could stop her and she could take out anyone that stood in her way with the flick of her wrist. The media often portrayed her as this detached and heartless person, but she wasn't like that at all. (y/n) was pleasant girl until you crossed her. Nobody liked to see her angry. If she was angry, everyone was going to know it.

(y/n) was someone who demanded respect. And respect is exactly what she was given. It was hard to disrespect someone of her caliber. Whenever people were around her, all they wanted to do was prove that they were worthy enough to even be in her presence. It didn't matter where she went, people often found themselves sitting up straighter or expanding their vocabulary whenever they spoke.

Before she was introduced to the Avengers, (y/n) often fought crime on her own. She found herself bouncing between countries like Japan, Canada, and Norway because of all the snow they got. Being in countries like that just made her job easier. After a lot of convincing, Tony and Natasha were able to get her to join the team. Everyone welcomed her with open arms.

Even though she had superpowers, (y/n) took it upon herself to learn other forms of fighting. She became so skilled at hand to hand combat that the other Avengers would find excuses to not fight her during training. Natasha was one of the few members of the team who didn't mind going against (y/n).

Whenever the two of them were fighting against each other, their friends would stop their own training to watch. They were clearly two of the best fighters when it came to close combat. Even Bucky Barnes couldn’t help but be impressed.

Within the first year of her living in the tower, there were many rumors floating around about who the White Queen was dating. Not that it was anyone's business, but the public liked to be informed about these types of things. When she was fighting on her own, (y/n) didn't have to deal with the media, but now it was something she dealt with every single day. She hated it. There was no reason for her private life to be made public.

The tabloids mentioned her dating Bruce Banner as well as Sam Wilson. The name Natasha Romanoff floated around for a while. (y/n) and Natasha had a good laugh over that one during dinner. The two of them were close, but not that close. (y/n) was always quick to shut down the rumors about Banner, Wilson, and Romanoff.

Then one day, a name started coming up much more than the others. She wasn't so quick to address the rumors about the very handsome god of mischief.

In fact, she hadn't shut down the rumors about him at all.

***

As Loki entered his bedroom, the first thing he noticed was the almost empty bottle of Asgardian mead in her hand. (y/n) was standing out on his balcony staring out over the night life of the city. He had been out of his chambers for the majority of the day so he had no idea how long (y/n) had been waiting on him to return.

He opened his mouth to ask her how long she had been waiting, but he thought against it. Maybe she hadn't noticed him and he could slip back out of the room.

Loki knew that (y/n) was in his room the second his hand touched his doorknob. He thought he felt her as he was walking down the hallway towards his chambers, but he wasn't positive. He had never been able to explain it, but he could feel her presence whenever she was close. At first he thought he was imagining the feeling because he had started to miss her. She felt cold. Loki felt as if he was standing in the middle snow globe. Of course he didn't mind the cold one bit. In fact, he found it quite comforting. (y/n) wasn't naturally cold to the touch to everyone else like he was, but that was the best way to explain it. He was a Frost Giant and she was the White Queen. Maybe they were meant to be.

Loki decided to come back to Asgard for a couple of days to take care of some business. During his exile on Earth, he truly missed Asgard. He never thought that he would say that. Now that his exile had been lifted, it was time to come back. All he wanted was a couple of days at home. He mostly wanted to spend some time with his mother.

It wasn't (y/n)'s first time here in Asgard, but it was her first time showing up unannounced. In all honesty, Loki had no idea why she was even here. He wasn't even surprised that she had managed to get here without him. She could be manipulative when she needed to be. He hadn't been able to figure out if that was part of her powers or if that was something she was naturally good at. She was almost as manipulative as him.

(y/n) heard Loki enter the room, but she chose to ignore him. She was still enjoying the view from his balcony. Asgard was one of the most beautiful places she had ever been to. (y/n) took another gulp of alcohol hoping it would calm her thoughts.

Loki cautiously walked toward (y/n) as if he was approaching a wild animal. In this moment, he considered her one. He easily noticed the tension in her shoulders, the way she was angled away from her, the way her jaw was set. He had never seen her in this state before. Something was very wrong. Had he done something wrong?

"Darling, what are you doing here in Asgard?" He finally gained enough courage to speak. "It isn't that I'm not happy to see you, but is there a reason you've come all this way?"

Did (y/n) scare him? Hell yes. But he would never admit that out loud to anyone. Loki had traveled throughout the Nine Realms many times and nothing had truly scared him. That was until he met (y/n). The White Queen. Thor would have a field day if he found out that bit of information.

Throughout the day, Loki found often found his thoughts drifting toward (y/n). It wasn’t out of the ordinary for her to occupy his thoughts. He had been thinking about inviting her to visit Asgard as his guest for a couple of days.

Most people who were seeing each other didn't live and work together, but Loki and (y/n) did. The combination of that did cause some tension between their relationship.

If you asked their fellow Avengers to describe their relationship, there was only one word that came to mind. Toxic. It was an extremely unhealthy relationship where neither of them were on the same page with each other.

Thor often tried to get his younger brother to reevaluate his relationship with (y/n). It wasn’t that Thor didn't like (y/n). He loved her like a little sister. He just didn't think that the two of them were compatible in that way. Natasha often found herself doing the same thing with (y/n).

She only wanted the best for her closest friend in the tower. Loki and (y/n) would make great friends, but being lovers may not be the best thing for either of them. Maybe everyone was right and the two of them should be better off as just friends.

Loki didn't know how he would be able to work so closely with (y/n) knowing that he couldn’t have her. When he was with her, he actually felt something. She made him feel something. She was one of the very few people in the universe who could say that.

"What the hell did you say to Thor for him to tell those reporters that we were dating? The tabloids are loving it. You know how I feel about them being in my personal life." (y/n) calmy stated after finishing the rest of the bottle of mead. Loki knew how much (y/n) hated the reporters and the magazines. She did everything in her power to make sure that her personal life stayed private.

Loki was secretly wondering if she had drank the entire bottle herself. He was impressed and even surprised that she was still standing. Asgardian mead was no joke. A couple of glasses of that would have him slurring his words. It seemed as if Thor had taught her how to handle her liquor.

"I must've said something to Thor about you and he took it out of context. You know how he gets whenever he's around anyone who works for a newspaper. He'll say whatever he can to hold their attention. I don't believe you came all the way out here to talk about something my brother said darling."

"No, that's not why I'm here. I actually came here to surprise you Loki. I'm not sure if you celebrate these anymore, but I heard it was your birthday tomorrow. I wanted to do something nice for you. I arrived this morning and overheard a conversation you were having with Lady Sif."

"I don't know what you heard, but-" Loki started blabbering. He knew exactly what conversation (y/n) was talking about. She must have only heard the beginning of their conversation if she was upset with him. Loki had been talking to Lady Sif to get some advice from her.

He opened his mouth to try to explain his side, but (y/n) held up a hand to silence him. He knew better than to interrupt her. You never interrupt the queen. Every fiber in him was telling him to cower and apologize. All he wanted to do was make everything right.

"Do you think I'm stupid? I know what I heard Loki. You said that I was nothing but a casual fuck to you. I know that you and Lady Sif have unfinished business. Is that why you've returned to Asgard? Did you really think that I wouldn’t have found out? Your brother couldn’t keep a secret even if his life depended on it. I understand if you want her Loki. I mean who wouldn’t? But why not just admit that to me?"

Loki let out an agitated sigh and rubbed his temples. He wasn't afraid to admit that (y/n) was a casual hookup in the beginning. He did the one thing that he promised himself he would never do. He fucked around and fell in love. That's what he wanted to talk to Lady Sif about. Maybe he should have asked Natasha what to do when it came to (y/n), but she had always been so cold toward him.

(y/n) was so much more than a casual fuck. He hadn't outwardly said his feelings to her, but he hoped that she understood what she meant to him. He couldn’t shake her even if he tried. She made him feel safe. Being wrapped up in her arms felt like home. Yet for some odd reason, he hadn't been able to admit his feelings to her.

"Darling, we've been doing this for almost a year now. You and I both know you've heard the rumors about us and you haven't addressed them at all. You were so quick to shut down the ones about Wilson and Banner. I know that I haven't officially asked you out, but I like to think we're practically together." He tried to explain to her. Loki wanted to keep his voice calm and casual, but it was too casual for (y/n)'s liking. His tone sent a rush of anger down her spine and for a split second she considered using her powers against Loki. She instantly hated herself for thinking that because she really did care for him and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt him. Especially when she didn't know what he powers would do to him.

"Practically together? What the hell does that even mean Loki? Are you practically together with me on Earth and then practically together with Lady Sif when you come visit Asgard?"

"No." Loki immediately shook his head. "It seems as if you only heard part of my conversation with Lady Sif. I was telling her about how I want to be with you."

"What makes you think I would ever want to be with you?" (y/n) spat before she could even stop herself. She wanted to take the words back, but she couldn’t. Those weren't words that you could simply take back.

She wasn’t sure where the harsh words were coming from, but all she wanted to do was make Loki hurt. She could see the connection he had with Lady Sif and she was jealous. And now she was taking that jealously out on him.

Loki was frozen in his place. It wasn't anything that (y/n) had physically done to him. She had done it all with her words. That was not what he was expecting to hear from (y/n). He knew it was the alcohol talking and she didn't really mean it. But wasn't there a Midgardian saying that "drunken words are sober thoughts"?

"What are you saying?" His shaky voice caused (y/n) to smirk. His voice never shook. He was always so sure of his words. That was until he met (y/n).

"Weren't you the one who said you didn't want strings attached when we started this? I've always liked you Loki. You were the first person that greeted me when I entered the tower. I will never forget that day. You made me feel so welcomed. I felt warm. It was the first time I had felt like that in a very long time. Anyway, a couple of months after that, I remembering pouring my heart out to you after the first time we had sex. You brushed me off saying that you didn't want to ruin our friendship. I was okay at first. I kept telling myself that if I couldn’t have you in the way I wanted, I could at least have you in that way. I hated myself for it. It took me longer than I care to realize that you saw me as someone who was good enough to fuck, but not good enough to invest your feelings in."

"Stop (y/n), please don’t say that. You were so much more than that. You make it seem like I was using you for your body and you know that I would never do that. I was too scared to admit that I wanted you. I don’t even know how to put my thoughts into words. I've never loved anyone the way that I love you."

"I find that hard to believe." She scoffed. "You've never even invited me to meet your parents Loki. The only reason I've met them was because of Thor."

"I was exiled (y/n). I couldn’t just waltz into the palace and ask my parents to meet you." He sneered.

"Then what are you doing here now Loki?" She tilted her head to the side studying his expression. She was practically daring him to lie to her. "You didn't even tell me that your exile had been lifted. I had to find that out from Thor. I want to know how you think I want to be with someone who won't even let me in?" Her voice was sharp.

"I won't let you in?" He threw his head back and laughed. "I can't let someone in that doesn't want to be let in. Maybe the magazines are right to call you callous and compassionless. Have you considered the fact that maybe this is why you're alone?"

It was her turn to freeze. And before she could even stop herself, she launched the empty bottle at Loki's face. He easily dodged it but it did hit the wall behind him. It shattered and a couple of shards of glass bounced back and cut his perfect cheek. He reached up and wiped the blood away.

How dare he? How dare he call her callous and cold-hearted? Even after she spent countless hours letting Loki cry about his relationship with his father while she held him. When she listened to him rant about how everyone treated Thor so much better than him. And let's not forget when she talked him through the nightmares.

"How stupid I am to think that you actually loved me back?" He let out an emotionless laugh. Everyone in his life found some way to let him down. Why was she going to be the exception?

"Honestly Loki, based off your fucked up relationships within your family, I don’t think you truly know what love is." She spat with more venom than Loki thought was humanly possible. He had heard some pretty harsh things before, but he didn't ever think he would hear something like that from (y/n). But here he was, slowly coming unhinged. Nobody ever made him feel this many emotions.

He knew that love was messy and violent. He was starting to realize he didn't want that. At least not with (y/n). He wanted it to be easy and simple.

As he stood there with hot tears streaming down his cheeks, he started to consider the idea that maybe love isn't real. (y/n) glared right back at him with matching tears. If he couldn’t experience love with (y/n), then he knew he wasn't going to experience it at all.

"I think you need to leave (y/n)." He pointed in the direction of Heimdall.

"What?" (y/n) crossed her arms across her chest. He couldn’t be serious. Usually when they had arguments, the two of them would end up in bed and the whole thing would blow over by the next morning. But this argument felt different.

"You heard me (y/n). Go back to Earth. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking by getting attached to you." He growled. She gave him a curt nod before heading toward the door. She looked around his room one last time before pulling open the door and walking out.

Watching (y/n) walk out of his bedroom was one of the hardest things he had ever done. He felt as if he was watching her walk out of his life. Every part of his brain was screaming at him to stop her from walking out of his life and to fix what he had horribly broken. As the bedroom door slammed behind her, he realized just how broken the two of them truly were.

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[the-lupine-sojourner]

The Other Autobot, Season 1 [Prologue]

Hi!

I love Transformers: Prime and have been rewatching it, so prepare for a new journey lol.

Also, I'm also putting Mayfly and Robyn into Bumblebee/Rise of the Beasts, potentially, so be on the lookout for that fic if you're interested (please let me know if you're interested cus I have a few chapters ready to go).

Now, here's the prologue and my theory about how the Autobots came to Earth, factoring in my OC.

It stands to reason that the military/Agent Fowler would be among the first responders when the Autobots crashed to Earth, so that's why I wrote it the way I did.

If there is a canon version of their meeting, I am not aware of it, so have taken liberties.

Anyway, without further ado, here y'all go! If you have questions don't hesitate to ask!

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

"Uncle Will, when you said I should serve my country, this isn't exactly what I had in mind." I muse as we drive to yet another base.

"I know, but I promised."

I sigh.

Ah yes, the infamous promise. When I was born, Mom and Dad named Dad's best friend, William Fowler, as my godfather (and my mom's best friend as godmother, but she's…no longer around. KiA…), so when Dad was killed overseas and Mom succumbed to grief and cancer, 'Uncle' Will became my only legal guardian and even now I'm nearly 23, we're still very close.

He never let me enlist as an active-duty soldier despite my many protests, but he did get me various army contract jobs as an inspector, weapons tester, etc.

Now, he'd gotten me a job as basically an archivist digitizing and organizing reports out of a base near Jasper, Nevada.

Joy.

"I know, hun, but you know how I feel about any other service."

I roll my eyes. "Too well. I'm too young and innocent for politics, too inexperienced to be a soldier-"

"That's not why, and you know it."

I sigh. "I know. I'm sorry. I know you're just looking out for me."

"Always."

Soon, I'm shaking hands with my orientation officer. Then it's setting up accounts and employee files, learning how to enter information, getting my clearance badge to be able to handle the confidential material in the reports, on and on, all while Uncle Will got to go home.

Ugh. At least we can be under the same roof when Uncle Will isn't out on assignments.

Finally, I shake the officer's hand once more and am dismissed.

I head outside to where Uncle Will is waiting to pick me up.

"Thanks, Uncle Will." I murmur. "I realize I haven't been as grateful as I should to you for all you've done. It's not fair of me to complain about the one thing you won't let me do. I'm sorry."

"I appreciate that, sweetheart." He replies, patting my leg without taking his eyes off the road. "Apology accepted."

Unsure what else to say, I fall into silence.

We get home soon enough and I cook us up kielbasa and potatoes for dinner. Uncle Will likes it, and I figure I owe him dinner after he got me this job.

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The first day at my new job both dragged on and was over quickly, somehow.

Regardless, I find myself yawning as I grab my keys from my purse.

The rest of the week went by in a blur of boredom and repeating files (most of which I cleared to be deleted or compartmentalized).

Ugh! I want to do something that will actually matter! Like Uncle Will!

But until he says otherwise, I'm stuck on library duty.

So I race myself to see how fast I can get a stack done, but even that doesn't do much for me.

Finally, my first week is done and I sign out to go home and see what Uncle Will is up to.

On the way home, however, I notice a star in the sky, a really bright one.

The sun wasn't set enough to see stars, so I pull over, curious.

That's when the star grew brighter and bigger…and closer!

I hastily drive perpendicular to the meteor (or whatever was coming down to Earth in a hurry) and see a large unmistakable smoke trail as whatever it is continues a crash course for the desert.

On instinct, I drive after it, surprised at the distance it goes before finally crashing.

I pull my car behind some trees and turn it off, trying to think of what to do.

I automatically grab my phone to call Uncle Will, but for some reason, I decide to investigate first.

I mean, I shouldn't report til I have all the facts, right?

So I take a deep breath and grab my taser, just in case.

The meteor is huge! Easily the biggest I've seen. Only…why does it look like metal?

And why is part of it opening?!

I scramble behind a tree and have to stifle a scream as…something comes out of what I now realize is a spaceship! An actual spaceship!

More things come out and I have to make myself take a peek. They look like robots, each of them taller than me.

I'm trembling as I snap a picture on my phone and get a better look.

They seem to be communicating, but it's not in any language I can understand.

I try to get closer, but end up kicking a rock and alerting the robots to my presence.

Before I can get behind any cover, I'm grabbed by the waist and hoisted up.

That weird language sounds from the being holding me (a small-ish female-looking robot compared to the other taller male-looking robots) as I'm hauled into the middle of the group.

"Let me go!" I scream, panicked, beating at the metal hands, but I don't accomplish anything but probably some minor bruising against the metal. "Put me down!" The grip is strong, nearly bruising my ribs, which does not help my current panic at all.

The robot's head tilts as if curious, her glowing blue eyes (something I note in every face) flickering for a moment, as do the others, I note with a glance.

The one holding me smiles. "Hey there. I'm guessing you're a local?"

I go still. "You speak English?"

"Now we do." She replies coyly.

"Easy, human." The tallest robot, painted red and blue with some metal left unpainted, intones in a deep, serious, but ultimately trustworthy voice. "We mean you and your planet no harm."

I squirm. "Then put me down!"

The one holding me does at a nod from the tall one.

"What is your designation, human?" He asks, kneeling to get closer to my level.

"Uh…my name is Robyn. Robyn Burns."

"Robyn Burns, we are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron, or Autobots."

I swallow, trying to wrap my brain around being the first human to encounter aliens.

"So, uh, you're…not gonna have to kill me cus I saw you, right?" I whimper, the thought occurring to me.

"Wouldn't be that hard." A second male, this one not as tall as the first who'd spoken, painted white and red, grumbles. "No protective shell."

I back up nervously, but the tall one puts a hand on the other's shoulder.

"Easy, Ratchet."

I swallow, still incredibly nervous as yet another male, with a black and yellow paintjob, looks at me, excited beeps and whirring the only sounds he makes.

"They're hardly that interesting or exciting." 'Ratchet' snorts. "They can't even transform!"

"Regardless, they are a species we have not encountered before, old friend. We must be open to the possibilities on this new planet."

"Um…" I hold up a hand, unsure how to go about talking to these massive robots. "How do you guys speak English so well so quick? You were speaking a different language a second ago! And what do I call you guys, anyway?"

"Autobots, obviously." Ratchet snaps.

"There is no need to make her more uneasy than she already is." The tall one replies patiently and then turns to me. "Robyn Burns, my name is Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots. You know Ratchet's name, and this is Mayfly, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead."

I nod, feeling at least a little better now I know they're not gonna hurt me. "H-hi."

"You asked how we speak Earth's languages, Robyn Burns." Optimus continues.

"Yeah, and, uh, just Robyn is, er, is fine."

"Very well." He nods. "We learned Earth's languages through what you call the Worldwide Web or the Internet."

"That fast?" I ask automatically, slightly taken aback.

"They're hardly complicated. Mere data." Ratchet puffs irritably.

"Ratch, c'mon. Ease up, would you?" The one called Bulkhead (a rather, uh, rotund robot with green paint that makes him look almost like an Army soldier) chuckles. "I gotta admit, she's got spunk. I figured she'd freak out." He starts walking around, taking in the scenery. "If we're done with introductions, I figure we should start recon."

"A wise idea, Bulkhead." Optimus notes.

Almost before I know what I'm saying, I'm jogging up to Bulkhead. "Hey, uh, I can help you with that, if you want."

"How could-we hardly need a guide!" Ratchet splutters, but Optimus and Mayfly come to my defense.

"Oh, c'mon! Cut the human some slack!"

"We are strangers on this planet, and have yet to acclimate. I believe it is in our best interest to take Robyn at her word."

I smile, feeling oddly steady the longer I talk to these robots. "Great! So, um, this state is Nevada, on the North American continent in the country of the United States of America. We're outside a town called Jasper, near a military base, in fact." I start rambling.

"Military?" Bulkhead asks. "They won't cause any fuss, will they?"

"Frankly, I dunno. The base is more of an archive, really." I shrug. "As a matter of fact, I work there."

Ratchet starts to speak, but at a stern glance from Optimus says nothing as Optimus addresses me. "Perhaps, then, you can help us assure this military that we mean no harm."

"Maybe! My uncle is a Special Agent who could probably help, too, but, uh, he might not take to the idea of aliens super well." I shrug. "He's a bit old-fashioned."

I lead the way toward my car (unsure what I am going to do when I get there) when Mayfly catches my eye. Her iridescent green paint is beautiful!

"Mayfly, right?" I ask.

"Yep."

"I like your, uh, paint job." Is that weird to say?

"Um…thanks." Yeah, that was the wrong thing to say.

"Sorry. It's just that I like that color is all."

She smiles. "It's alright. I like it, too."

Finally, we reach my car and I pull out my phone. "I should maybe call-"

The sound of a helicopter reaches my ears.

"What is that? 'Cons?!" Mayfly snaps, and her hands change into some kind of gun! In fact, all their hands form guns!

"Wait, hold on!" I cry. "Don't shoot! I think I who it-" As if on cue, my phone rings. I instantly pick up. "Hello, Robyn-"

"Are you out of your Star Spangled mind?!" Yup. Uncle Will saw the Meteor and is probably inbound. Maybe on the chopper…or in the trucks I can see coming in. Either way, it's clear he sees the robots and me.

"Uncle Will, please! I need you to listen! They're not dangerous!"

"I'll believe it when I see it!"

"Trust me! They could've easily killed me, but they didn't! Trust me, please! I can explain!"

The few military trucks pull up, and Uncle Will gets out, hanging up his phone.

"There had better be a darn good explanation, young lady!" He snaps, coming right up to me.

Optimus motions for calm as the Autobots tense.

I lick my lips. "There is, I promise. I was going home when I saw what I thought was a meteor, so I went to investigate, wanting to be able to report all the facts before we jumped the gun. I found these guys. They're friendly, Uncle Will."

"What she says is true." Optimus speaks up preemptively, causing Uncle Will to flinch as he slowly crouches closer to Uncle Will's level.

"It can talk?" He whispers.

"Yup. In English, thanks to the Internet, apparently."

"My name is Optimus Prime, and we are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron, or Autobots for short. We mean this planet and it's people no harm. Our ship was damaged and we crashed here. We have no hostile intent."

"...Robyn, I don't think the Pentagon is gonna like this." Uncle Will sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I know, but we're gonna have to tell at least someone so the military know not to attack them. We can say they're prototype weapons or whatever, just let them stay. I mean, it's not every day we get visitors from space."

"No…no it is not." Uncle Will sighs, orders the troops to back off, and turns to the gathered robots-er, Autobots.

"Uh…welcome to Earth, I guess."

#fanfiction #original character #oc #original female character #transformers #transformers prime #tfp #Robyn Burns (my OC) #Mayfly (My OC) #The Other Autobot

[mellowthefairy]

Dot, the Rapid-Fire Magician

Rapid-Fire Magician is a relatively simple monster to understand. Activate a (normal) Spell, he deals 400 burn damage. He's a simple monster to understand, nothing convoluted or confusing about him. But in the world of Kanon, he's a bit more of a character.

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Background

Dorothea, or as he commonly goes by, Dot, is a wood elf originating from the Gunma Forest that border's the country of Dogmatika and the Golganda Desert. He grew up in a small village Starfirelle, where he learned to practice his aim and throwing capabilties.

Although most elves he grew up with took up the usual bow or crossbow to utilize with their practice, Dot was a bit different. Dot had an interest in alchemy, and experimented with creating his own weapon: thrown potion bottles.

He tinkered and tested his weapon for years, until he was finally able to crack the code. By transferring his mana into the glass containers he made, he was able to fill them with a different colored liquid, depending on the spell he was using, to be able to launch and apply the effect of the spell in an area that the liquid touched.

As convoluted as it was, Dot was pleased to have finally perfected his mana concentration, and wanted to push it to see how skilled he could get with his new fighting style. Thus, he took up the job of bounty hunting within the desert country of Golganda.

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Present Day

He decided to settle down in the town of Littleroot, finding the town to be big enough that jobs would be easy to obtain. He was correct in this assumption, with getting plenty of jobs on bounty boards and doing odd jobs for townsfolk that he could afford getting a small house close to the center of town.

As Dot settled, he became close friends with the head judge of the town, Onion. They both found something in each other, with Onion able to get Dot jobs easier, and Dot being the perfect person Onion could talk to about his frustrations with the tyranny of Mr. Volcano, and the effect it had on the town as a whole.

Dot also met a transport guard during his work, a human by the name of Velmes, and they hit it off. She settled for a bit, and she even gave birth to a daughter that Dot adored, but there was a complication. Velmes didnt want a child, but Dot loved her. Due to this they decided it best to split, and Dot took full custody while she went back to work, leaving Littleroot as a result.

Sadly, things didn't get better for Dot, as a few years later, his daughter became deathly sick with some sort of disease. Doctors were stumped, in within days she was gone. The combo of losing his loved ones took a toll on Dot, and he began drinking and smoking heavily.

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In The Game

The players first heard of Dot as they began to leave for Porkanto, by Onion himself. He requested to check up on Dot, who had traveled the day prior on Onion's request to drop some flowers off at their families graves down the road, midway towards Porkanto.

The players agreed, and as the approached the gravesite, they found Dot leaning against the entrance, bruised and beaten. He reveals that he was jumped by what seemed to be undead, lead by two minotaur. The players helped him out, and together the group, including Dot himself, enter the grave area.

They fight through several mummies, and even finding out the weakness to the seemingly un-killable bandaged foes. However, it's revealed that the mummies were instead actual living people still, trapped within the bodies, but they only learned this too late as after the bandages fell, the person inside would immediately succumb to the wounds inflicted and die accordingly.

Dot watched as a woman, who looked strikingly similar to an aged up version of his daughter, was killed before him as a result of their fighting, which broke him even further. the group traveled further, and soon came face to face with the two minotaur, minions of the BBEGs. It was a fight the party nearly lost, only escaping with their lives after agreeing to never speak of what was happening within the gravesite.

Dot was hurt badly, and as the party left to continue their journey, he used the last of his energy to convert his mana into a large enough fire spell that it blew up the entrance, stopping anyone from entering or exiting the cave, but it taking his life in the process. He figured, if he was on death's door, to finish the deed to be with his daughter quicker and hopefully prevent more lives from being stolen. ______________________________________________________________

Stats:

STR: 10 DEX: 18 CON: 14 INT: 15 WIS: 16 CHA: 14

He had 6 types of orbs capable of being thrown, with each one having a different damage type and effect.

-Red = Fire damage, with a good chance of exploding on impact to force those in the area to be forced back -Orange = Bludgeoning damage, making the area to break up the ground, causing it to be difficult terrain -Yellow = Thunder damage, with a chance to stun those in the area and render them incapable of moving or attacking -Green = Poison damage, making the area dangerous to be in as a toxic cloud formed and poisoned those within the cloud -Blue = Ice damage, with a high chance of slowing those in the area and making them take consistent cold damage -Purple = Psychic damage, with a high chance to confuse and even charm those in the area

#dungeons and dragons #yugioh #yugioh dnd campaign

[akaiuchiha]

Chapter 4 (English): Far Away From Land, Intrusive Thoughts and Important Crisis

Zeff was looking at the sky while being lost in his thoughts. Everything was going well: the weather was mild, the four new passengers were respecting his rules and they should reach Alabasta in a few days. Everything was fine and that made him anxious. After spending so many years on sea  Zeff knew perfectly it was the calm before the storm and he wasn't looking forward to it.

They shouldn't be short on food in the days to come. Only if a catastrophe happened and half of their stock became non edible suddenly, he didn't worry about their stock.

Since they had left Whiskey Peak almost a week ago (5 days ago to be exact) and according to Tara, they should reach Alabasta in two or three days from now on. It was in situations like this that made Zeff want a boat created for navigation, like a caravel. However, the Baratie was a boat created to stay in one place or to do short travel, not to cross the Grand Line.

The newspaper wasn't even near its due date which added stress to the old chef. At this pace, the Strawhat Pirates would reach Laugh Tale before they had completed the first part of the Grand Line.

Zeff tried to reassure himself. His son wasn't weak per se, he could defend himself. But Zeff saw him grow up. He had witnessed Sanji's over-reactions when he made a mistake, how he stayed vigilant about everything happening around him and how he avoided closed and dark places.

Zeff was quite sure his biological father had something against Sanji, something the blond man loved because there wouldn't be any other reasons for him to go back to his blood family.

Honestly it scared him a bit. If Sanji had given up on his dreams or his freedom in order to save him, Zeff wasn't sure he would be able to keep his calm any longer.

He was pulled from his thoughts by Carne who was approaching quickly.

"Chef, we have a problem."

"Which is?"

"Yan had an allergic reaction but we don't know what caused it and now the three others are hostile. They think we tried to poison them."

After these words, Zeff decided he had enough of his crew and the little group's nonsense.

An allergic reaction...if there was something everyone could take care of on this ship it was an allergic reaction.

And now Carne came to him just like a child seeking his mother's safety.

Without a word, Zeff went to the room where the four were staying. Once he was in front of the door, he was faced with Eri.

"Everything is your damn fault! I knew we couldn't trust you, we shouldn't HAVE trust you! You are a freaking pirate! You lied and now Yan is sick!"

"Kid, an allergic reaction is something we can treat but I have to see him to do so."

"NO! Don't step closer! What can assure me that you're not going to finish him!?"

He pushed Eri to the side while sighing and entered the room. She quickly followed him and grabbed his arm to hold him still with all her strength.

In the room, Kehos was panicking in front of a coughing Yan. From his place, Zeff managed to see red patches on the man's skin. Tara had turned around to watch him and it seemed like she was observing his actions while Eri was still pulling his arm to make him step back.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"

"Firstly, it's my boat, secondly your friend has difficulties breathing and you're staying there without doing anything even though I have what's needed. But whatever, if you want him to suffocate, go on."

He could see Tara thinking about his proposition. Zeff had to give her that because among them she was the only one thinking and keeping her calm. When she made her decision, she sighed and asked Eri to let him go.

"But Tara! He's a pirate, he's going to kill him!"

"May I remind you who saved our country? Pirates. Let him go, we'll stay in the room while he treats him."

"I don't trust him."

"Me neither but he's our only hope so do as I said and come help Kehos, he's going to have an anxiety attack if it goes on."

Eri finally let go of his arm and went next to Kehos. Tara crossed her arms without looking away.

"Well go on!"

Zeff who was completely desperate by the situation went to the bathroom, took the adrenaline and went back to the room.

With the pen in hand he entered without knocking and walked towards Yan who's breathing was getting worse.

"Step back."

Reluctantly Kehos moved back with Eri who was still staring at Zeff since he entered with the pen. Her arm was wrapped around Kehos' shoulders whos trembling hadn't stopped but he who was still conscious. Zeff sighed, prepared the pen and sticked it in Yan's thigh with a perfect gesture.

Once it was done, he waited a bit before pulling it out while watching the man's reaction.

Gradually his breathing started to calm and it was easier to breathe. Yet the after-effects came as quickly and he lost consciousness but his head didn't have the time to hit the ground: Zeff had caught him and was now putting him on the bed.

Then, he focused on the three.

"If it comes back, give him that, in the thigh. He will have to see a doctor once we're in Alabasta but for now it should be enough."

If he had to be honest, it felt like being under the gaze of a predator. The three never let their eyes wander from him even though everything was different now. Kehos had calmed down, Eri still looked like a feral cat and Tara was weighing up the pros and cons.

"Was it your fault?" She finally asked.

"Because you really think I find it fun to almost kill someone with food?"

"He never had an allergic reaction before! You HAVE to have done something!" Eri added and she seemed to be about seconds away from jumping on him.

"We can't control our immune system. Now if you keep on wanting to slit my throat even though I saved your friend, you can still try and see."

At least it calmed Eri down who prefered to focus on Yan.

Kehos stood up even though his legs were about to give out and walked towards Zeff. Once he was near him, he took his hand and squeezed.

"Thank you."

It made him uncomfortable so he grumbled something about the youngsters nowadays and decided he should leave the room.

"Take the Eternal Log Pose. We're going to stay here." Tara gave him the object. "Once we reach land, we'll leave this boat."

He didn't wait any longer and left. Once he was far enough and his crew reassured he felt a new strain taking place on his shoulders. The little group was even more hostile now than ever and things were going to be way harder to deal with.

He had to say, he was looking forward to Alabasta.

#fanfiction #one piece #sanji #spoilers #found family #red leg zeff #strawhat pirates #zeff's adventures on the grand line #wano #whole cake island #english #chapter 4 #judge is not sanji's father

[letarasstuff]

Ranting

(A/N): This was requested by an anon, I hope you like it :)

Summary: In the middle of midterms, Spencer's daughter has enough and for the first time in her life, she rants to the team

Warnings: one swear word, school, school stress, mental breakdown, shitty friends, a bit of angst (but there is fluff to balance that out), weird grammatical sentences that are according to google correct

Wordcount: 2.3k

✨Masterlist✨ _____________________________ As a teenager, Spencer was pretty closed off. But this had several reasons, like being a child (or moreover a teen prodigy) at college and getting his first Ph.D, or that he hadn’t had a safety net of people he could have gone to. So as he became a father himself, he tried everything possible to assure his own daughter that her feelings and thoughts are always welcome and valid.

Unfortunately (Y/N) herself has developed the same habit starting high school and ever since Spencer can’t do anything to get her to open up to him. It’s not like they don’t have a good relationship, they have one of the strongest father-daughter bonds the BAU has ever witnessed. The girl simply has other ways to cope with her feelings and how to act them out in the safety of her own four walls. Her father learned to accept it, knowing that he can’t and won’t force her to talk to him.

So what follows now not only shocked Spencer. But also his work family.

It’s the time every teen in high school dreads: Midterms.

A word a teacher can mutter and a shiver goes through the rows of students in the classroom. Or at least it feels like it to (Y/N). She takes her school work very seriously. In her mind every single grade determines her future.

The rational part in her knows that the grades in her sophomore year doesn’t matter. That they are even long forgotten when she graduates. There is just so much pressure on her. But it isn’t coming from her father.

Spencer is pretty laid-back regarding school. He knows his daughter is trying her best and that it’s just the tenth grade and not the end of the world. School is not everything life has to offer, especially he has to know it as a scholar and profiler flying through the country in a jet back and forth.

It’s (Y/N)’s classmates, who pressure her to get good grades.

“We depend on you and your notes”, Tyler exclaims as he jogs next to her through the busy hallway. “Ty, I know. But I don’t have the time to get them done for all of you to understand by tomorrow. They are still a mess that only I know to see through. I still have to finish my history project and I go to my Dad’s work this afternoon, which means I won’t get much done and I still have to do the homework I got today before sorting my notes for the test in two days.”

At her locker, the boy still doesn’t let go of the subject. “Do you want to say that our grades don’t matter as much as yours? Because this would be a true selfish statement.” Maybe it is the lack of sleep, because she pulled three all-nighters in two weeks, or the fact that she is slowly getting fed up being treated like an unpaid private teacher, but (Y/N) can’t stop her sassy answer. “Tyler, you wouldn't even know how to tell apart your ass from your head if it weren’t for me and my help in biology. You wouldn’t even know how to spell selfish if I didn’t let you copy my answers in spelling tests in elementary school.”

Done with the day and her friend’s shit, she slams the door of her locker shut and leaves a flabbergasted boy behind. Half an hour later the teenager enters the bullpen with her visitor badge clipped to the pocket of her sweater.

On the way there she was fuming. The audacity of her friends. It’s not only Tyler, who tried to get her notes of a unit, she was the only one listening, even though the teacher said loud and clear that this will be important for midterms. A few other friends out of the group she usually hangs out with texted her the same question of when her notes will be given to them. Understandably, (Y/N) comes into the office in the worst mood anyone from the team ever saw, including her own father.

“Hey Sweetheart”, he tries to greet her with a hug. Even though both of them are not big on touch, they are extra affectionate with people they are close to.

To everybody’s surprise, the girl takes a step back, effectively avoiding his open arms. “Hey”, she grumbles out before taking a seat in the chair already waiting for her. Nobody is allowed to sit in this one, except for her. Not even Derek has ever put his butt on this one, knowing the sacredness of it.

Without sparing anyone another glance, (Y/N) gets the needed stuff for that history project out and continues working on it. The team resorts to throwing a questiongly look to Spencer, who shrugs his shoulders with a look of despair. So everyone resumes their work without even daring to say a word.

The general silence is occasionally broken by an unnerved sigh leaving the teenager’s lips. “Is the conference room occupied?” She asks, her voice clearly showing how annoyed she is. Her father shakes his head. “No, not that I know of. Do you need help with your school work?” This is obviously the wrong thing to say. “Do I look like a baby? I don’t need anyone to help with that, I have been going to school for ten years now, I think I can handle this project as perfectly fine as I did since day one. It’s just your keyboard typing that will be the reason for my first grey hairs if I don’t get out of here soon.”

Quickly (Y/N) gathers her stuff and storms off into the conference room. Immediately the team crowds her father’s desk. “What happened?” “Who hurt her?” “Go, talk to her!”

“Guys, I don’t know what’s going on. I’m at the same loss as all of you. The only thing I know is that (Y/N) is under pressure, because it’s midterms. But judging by the way she reacted, I don’t want to go near her. It’s safer to try to defuse a bomb than talk to her in that mood. Last time I saw something similar, her favorite show was declared finished, got a revival and then didn’t get one and nobody mentioned it again. She was so mad, I think it took three years of her life.” A silence of uncertainty spreads through the room.

“What about we give her some room until she calms down?” JJ suggests, being unsure herself how to deal with a teenage girl. But the rest agrees and goes back to filling out their paperwork.

This continues for about 20 minutes, till a loud bang and a frustrated scream is heard followed by “DON’T THEY WANT TO GET IT OR ARE THEY JUST STUPID?!” Alerted by that, seven people (yes, even Dave and Aaron leave their offices, while Penelope was already in the bullpen) storm into the round table room only to see a more than outraged (Y/N).

“Sweetheart”, Spencer speaks to her in the gentlest voice they ever heard from him and slowly moves towards his daughter, “What’s going on?”

Her response is delayed by several deep breaths she has to take in order to be able to talk without seething. “ALL OF MY SO CALLED FRIENDS ARE ASKING ME FOR MY NOTES, like do I look like a personal tutor? And when I tell them that I got a life, a life outside of school and grades, because otherwise I go completely bananas, just like all of you say, they get mad. Now they act like I’m the most selfish person in the whole world. I’m so done, can’t they understand that they are old enough to take care of their own stuff? I’m not responsible for them, their grades or anything regarding their lives. Otherwise I would be the mother of at least four toddlers and one baby and at the age of sixteen I’m not ready for that kind of responsibility. I know friends are there for eachother, and I really don’t mind helping them from time to time. But what they are doing is terror. Terror.

“Oh and don’t get me started on their tormention if I get something lower than an A-. Then they suddenly transform into geniuses, like they suddenly know everything possible. Of course, I’m the dumb one. I should have studied more.

“I am under an insane amount of pressure, because I know they rely on me, but enough is enough. I tell them that if anyone asks me for anything school related again and they act like I owe them an answer, I’ll cut off all ties to all of them. What am I, a roboter just there for their needs, without some of my own?”

After her long rant, (Y/N) takes a couple more breaths. It’s pretty much the only sound right now, because the team is stunned. None of them heard her talking, no ranting, like that. Not even her Spencer has seen her like that.

Realizing what she just said, the teenager fidgets nervously with her hands. “I’m, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, you know, blow up like that. I, I really don’t know where this came from.” Nervously she scratches the back of her head. It really wasn’t her intention to let it out like that. Her plan was just to come home tonight and deal in the confinement of her own four walls with all of her feelings. It’s easier to be honest to yourself when you are alone than having an audience watching you losing it.

Suddenly (Y/N) finds herself engulfed in a massive bear hug. “Oh, my sweet sweet summerchild. You needed to rant to us and I’m so happy you did. Even though your uhm, friends, sound like big douchebags, we can help you sort something out”, Penelope tells her while keeping her arms around the teen.

“Just like lil mama said, we are here for you, Baby Reid. Don’t ever be afraid to tell us something, may it even be as small as you having stubbed your toe.” Morgan ruffles her hair and gives her a reassuring smile.

Just like them everybody shows her their support, be it encouraging words or affectionately gestures. Rossi invites her to a calm and quiet dinner at his mansion, cooking class included. Hotch assures her that she will get through this rough patch, with or without these fake people. JJ suggests (Y/N) comes over to her home and she can participate in a family game night at their home.

When it’s Emily’s turn, she makes sure to get her message loud and clear by looking the teen in the eyes (not as deep as it sounds, because some people make an intense stare really uncomfortable): “If those kids give you a hard time again, tell me. I’ll pay them a visit in classic protective godmother fashion, because nobody traits MY godchild like this. Just give me their names and I’ll handle the rest.” Obviously she doesn’t say this aloud in front of everyone, else Hotch will have her head, knowing she goes through with her threats. Instead she whispers it into the teen’s ear. Still, it makes (Y/N) smile, having such a strong support net.

Sensing the family’s need for time of their own to talk about the whole situation, the team leaves the room. Spencer gestures to her to take a seat after moving two chairs opposite each other. He wants her not to feel trapped.

“Do you still want to talk about it? It doesn’t have to be now, we can do it tonight, tomorrow, in a week or in a month. Just, please don’t shut me out. I know it’s difficult to be a teenager, especially in times like these. But it won’t do you any good keeping all of this for yourself. Today you took it out through anger. How will it look next time?

I don’t want to pressure you into talking. We don’t need to. We can find other coping mechanisms. We can try and reduce your stress. Anything. But we both know that this is not the right way.” While speaking, he takes his daughter’s hand, making her look up to him.

(Y/N) nods. Her eyes fill with tears. “I just can’t keep going like this.” She whispers, feeling all the stress, pressure and the intensity of the last few weeks crashing down on her. Quickly Spencer gathers her in his arms, letting her cry in his embrace.

After calming down, she looks up to her father with bloodshot eyes. “We can talk tonight. But I need you to do me a favor.” “Anything”, he assures her, stroking a hand along her back. “I, uhm, I need a new phone. I may or may not have thrown mine against the wall after getting a text from Tyler.”

Spencer looks at the crooked cell laying on the floor, the screen cracked. “I think we can get that sorted”, he tells her with a smile and gives her a kiss on the forehead.

The two of them leave the office earlier, having many things to talk about and many problems to solve. But with the help of her family (Y/N) gets through this, a time where people unfortunately only like her for her smarts and not being herself.

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Be mine — Roman Godfrey

Requests: “Helloo, I would like to request an imagine of roman Godfrey with smut prompt 28”

“Hii, omg I lover your work!! Can you do fluff prompts 45 and 59 and smut prompts 32 whit Roman Godfrey? Thank you, love💖”

Fluff prompts:

45. “where have you been all my life?”

59. “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

Smut prompts:

28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

32. “I’m going to show you what a real fucking is.”

A/N: I was excited about these request for Roman, I loved it. I hope you guys like.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Roman Godfrey/ Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Swearing, explicit smut, NSFW, degradation, dirty talk and also fluff too.

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The big white and airy room tried to show a soothing and safe energy, the light tones contrasted with the golden rays of the sun outside and could even try to show a lyrical vibe. Could, if not for everything else.

It was hard to pinpoint the source that messed up that whole idea of ​​peace that the colors on the walls had, but maybe it was because Godfrey Industries was... oblique, mysterious, sinister. There was something in the air, a dark breeze that echoed all the floors of that gigantic building, bringing the feeling that something was out of place. It was, at times, disconcerting. Like looking at a perfect painting but knowing that something is out of place. Or to witness the seconds of frightening calm before a major disaster. But as the months went by, you had to get used to it and adapt to it. Your daydreams wandered far away. You wondered what you were doing there, in that country town that also had that sinister energy.

Why you left Los Angles? Okay, did you know why. After finishing college, you sent out resumes to as many companies as you could. Its from that time when you realize that adult life has knocked on the door and that the cost of living in California was too high. The plan, when you left home to pursue your dream and go to college in another state, was to get a job as soon as possible. But some things got out of your control, and when you realized it, you had graduated and you didn't have enough money to come up with second plans.

So, when the multinational Godfrey Industries called you after an interview and gave you the job, you didn't hesitate. The salary was too good for a international negotiations assistant, and after a while you could breathe easier, and be able to straighten out your financial life and have a better resume to be able to get back to a big city.

It was a good plan, a rational plan. You were proud of that. But it was logical that too much confidence was accompanied by some ruin.

And its ruin came under the name of Roman Godfrey.

Roman was swallowed all the air in any the room when he entered, as if its imposing presence subdued any environment. Everything about him exuded the same objective: to conquer, to possess, to win. He was the Trojan army. But the worst and the most dangerous was not his difficult personality, but how you felt close to him. How his presence caused side effects on you.

He was absolutely gorgeous. It should be considered illegal for someone to have that appearance, that voice, that sinisterly penetrating look. You felt that Roman Godfrey had the aura of intense and exciting music, like the song of danger.

He was the personification of sin, and you were being tested by the universe.

The trinity of what could be a gigantic disaster was completed when, a few months ago, Roman started testing you, joining the universe in what appeared to be a plan to slaughter your sanity.

It was your first meeting with the Company a few weeks after you was hired. Adam, the director of the international negotiations sector, for whom you are an assistant, asked you to bring all the documents of the process and remain in the meeting. It was about an international multi who wanted to buy some equipment from Godfrey Industries, but who were working hard to try to close deals at a lower price.

As you handed a copy of the negotiation to each sector director in that room, you felt a pair of eyes burning the back of your neck the whole time, like your shadow. The caustic sensation ruffled all the hair on the back of your neck, snaking from head to toe and made you search the environment behind the author.

That's when you finding him.

Roman had the green irises stuck to you like a tattoo on your skin. As if unraveling all your secrets, your sins, virtues and all your thoughts. It was intense, magnetic... dangerous.

You felt the white walls of that room were embraced by a black and dark shadow, and the air became thin. Then he smiled. A smug and arrogant little smile. The kind who won a battle.

It had been the beginning of a sequence of events. Roman began to request and make sure that you were present at all meetings, negotiations, cases, even when your presence added much more to your professional knowledge than to contribute to the resolution of company problems. At that time the order was still not directed at you, Adam just told you that Godfrey wanted you at meetings.

It was strange, atypical, almost surreal. You used to go into the conference room and look directly at Roman, frowning in silent questioning at him. But he never gave you an answer. He just gave that smug smile and turned his attention to the big screen in the living room.

This happened five times before Roman sent to tell you that he wanted to see you in his office.

“But why?!" You frowned at Adam.

The man looked at you for a second before shrugging.

“Your work has been impeccable, I think he just wants to give you more things to do.” Adam kept his eyes on the documents themselves.

"But you are my boss.” Sometimes you had a habit of saying what you thought without considering the consequences.

Your mother and your friends said that you had a total inability to hide what you felt, to be someone reserved or shy. You were almost always the person who said everything you felt.

Adam laughed softly, already used to your personality and turned his eyes to you.

“And he is my boss."

You restrained yourself from rolling your eyes. The truth was, you didn't want to find him. Roman puzzled you, messed with your system. And after those 5 meetings without explaining why you were there, you started to want to avoid his presence.

But apparently the universe was not on your side this time.

You got up and excused yourself, listening to your own heels echoing down the hall before entering the elevator and pressing the last button. Going to Godfrey's office.

Anxiety coursed through your veins like overwhelming electricity, making you sway on your heels and stir your fingers.

What did he want with you? Had you done something? Was he crazy?

You sucked in the air hard, shrugging your shoulders to relax when the door opened up. You walked for a while before stopping at Roman's office and knocking on the door with your finger.

“Come in." The voice made your heart skip a few beats.

You walked in, closing the door behind you and laying your eyes on the tall, slender figure who was sitting behind the table, dressed in black pieces and a small smile.

“Did you want to see me, Mr.Godfrey ?"

Maybe it was your imagination or your nervousness that was seeing things in between lines, but you could have sworn that Roman breathed harder after you said his last name.

You stopped in front of his desk, too agitated to sit on the chair.

“Yes, Darling.” He stood up, getting much bigger than you, even though your feet were in a 10 cm heel.

Roman fished a file on the table itself, bypassing the table and coming menacingly close to you. He stood in front of you again, his hip against the table and leaning there, holding out the file for you. You took seconds longer than you would like to pick up the papers, Roman's left leg was dangerously close to yours, the knee almost brushing your thigh covered by the black skirt.

“I need it ready by night."

That's when you came out of the trance, picking up the folder and staring at the amount of stuff there. It was a process about an agreement with a company in Asia, and it was so bureaucratic that it would take up your entire time. And you already had a million things for do.

“But...” You were about to start talking, but Roman moved away from the edge of the table, his chest hovering over yours.

You have never felt so small, so fragile and so vulnerable in your life. You had to lift your chin to face him straight.

“You are going to be a good girl and bring me this tonight.” It was not a request. “You will, right?”

Your common sense or decorum had gone somewhere. Maybe was lost in your own stupidity. The oxygen evaporated from your lungs. And before you could think of something diplomatic and good to say. Because you were not dumb. You heard yourself say:

“Yes, Mr. Godfrey.”

Fucking hell!

“Great.” He gave you a rewarding smile.

From that moment on events like this became routine. In fact, you tried to mask that you liked it, that it wasn't extremely unprofessional, that he was not only your boss, but also the owner of the entire company. Over time you learned to deal with him too, Roman was never brazen or touched you, he would drop some ‘Dear’ or ‘Pretty’ over and over here for you, but, truth be told, you didn’t get uncomfortable.

Perhaps it was your feminine vanity. You didn't want to be selfish, but having a man like Roman Godfrey praise you did wonders for your feminine vanity. You felt absurdly beautiful. He made you feel like the personification of the Female Fatal, and you liked that. So you would roll your eyes at him and give him some jokes smiles in his direction whenever these things happened.

You did not deny it, but you also do not return any praise.

Over the months you had practically become more of an assistant to Roman than to Adam. He kept you getting bogged down with things to do and telling Adam to pass on your old duties to any other goddamn person.

“They accept to close if they have had 30% of the profits.” You put your cell phone down to talk to Roman, who had his hip against the desk work and an open file in his hands.

“They must be stupid” he rolled his eyes “10% and I will still be being generous.”

You went back to your call, your eyes fixed on the top view of the city as you settled the deal.

“I can get them to close by 15% if we send the equipment by tomorrow.” You said to Roman again, plugging the cell phone microphone with your other hand “But it has to be send until the morning. Not next.”

Roman smiled broadly and satisfied, nodding his head in ‘Yes’ as you turned your attention to the city view and finished the negotiation. You were getting the details right when you felt a presence behind you, the heat radiating for your back and making you lose your breath for a second. You swallowed and tried to ignore something vibrating in your core, disconnecting the call as soon as you closed the deal.

“What would I do without you?” Roman's voice blew at the top of your ear, his ghostly touch fanning your skin.

You laughed to try to hide how much your core pulsed, turning around enough to face his completely.

"I don't know, you would have already lost four contracts.” You tried to joke, but he was absurdly close.

The scent of a man and an expensive cologne swallowed you like a wave and dragged you into the sea, drowning you. The emerald green eyes were fixed on you, as if they swallowed you.

“You could work for me.” Godfrey let go, taking another step closer to you.

Instinctively, you took a step back, your back finding the cold glass behind you and trapping you between the cold sensation and the absurd warmth of the man.

"I already work for you.” You said it as if it were obvious, letting out a nervous laugh and trying to clean up how much your uterus vibrated now.

“No, you work more with Adam.” He rolled his eyes, his hand now resting on your hip, rising to your waist like a snake “I speak of you being my assistant, being here when I arrive, spending the all days with me.”

Your heart screamed, your pussy throbbed so hard that if Roman hadn't paid attention to you, you would have bitten your lip.

“Are you flirting with me?”

"You finally noticed?"

There was no way to deny to yourself that you had already reached your share of perverted dreams with Roman Godfrey. He was like an addiction! It was unbearable how present he was always in your head, playing with your sanity, making you think of how those absurdly long fingers would fuck you so well, how those impeccable clothes hid a maddening body.

And that was exactly why you couldn't be him assistant.

If it was already overwhelmingly difficult to occasionally remain in him presence without diverting your thoughts, every day would be impossible. All the time. You would end up having to resign your job after, because any involvement between you would not result in a happy ending. Aside from being extremely unethical, it would end up destroying your heart, and God, you needed the job!

"M-Mr Godfrey." You tried to speak, touching his chest with the palm of your hand with the intention of gently pushing him away.

But the shot backfired. He was cold. Absurdly cold. Cold that makes you want to warm up, an addictive, that intoxicates you. Suddenly, you are already wondering if other parts of it would be cold too.

Would the kiss contain the beauty and temperature of the snow? When Roman entered you, would he be consumed by the heat of your needy walls? He Would it stick to you like a private sun?

“Pretty.” Godfrey sighed against your cheek, dangerously lowering his lips in your direction. “Why not stay with me? Where can I fuck you every day? ”

This time you moaned, a low moan that gave up all of your game. It lit a dangerous, vital fire in Roman's eyes, and him hand, which once touched you softly, now snaked into your waist, pulling you close.

“Do you like to hear that? That I want to fuck you until you scream?” You closed your fingers on him black dress shirt, closing your lip between your teeth to contain a groan.

Roman's mouth went to your neck, pouring wet, surprisingly hot kisses onto your skin.

"Would you like to know that I have imagined fucking you hard for a long time?” His hands went to the hem of your skirt. “That I want to tag you with my cum until you're just mine?"

“Mr.Go-Godfrey!” You moaned loudly, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting your head go back and lean against the glass wall.

“Tell me, Pretty.” He lifted his lips to hover over yours “Tell me you want this as much as I do.”

You frantically ascended your head, letting a 'Yes' leave with a low sob.

Thereafter Roman wasted no time. He pulled you onto his lap by your thighs, placing you under his desk and throwing all objects on the table with one arm. He kissed you. Furiously. He kissed you as if you were his property, as if you were the answer to all his prayers, his divinity. Your mouth opened to get air and Roman took the opportunity to invade with his tongue, hunting you.

You groaned, or he, or both.

"I'm going to show you what a real fucking is." Roman snarled against your mouth, not considering any consequences before popping all the buttons on your shirt with a two-handed tug, making you gasp.

That seemed to bring you back to Earth.

You pulled your chest away from him, and Roman looked up at you with a questioning expression.

“Ro-Roman, this is wrong.” you said.

“You have no idea how much I don’t give a fuck.” He leaned over to kiss you again, extremely excited by the sight of you in a lacy bra, but you averted your face by placing your hands on him chest.

You said. “I'm going to have to resign this job later if I do it, and I need the job.”

Romam snorted, straightening up again.

“Who says you need to resign? Did you forget that I am the owner of this crap?” He brought his lips to your neck once more, and you sighed softly “Be mine. Be mine."

“I don’t know.”

Romam held your face in his hands, in a gentle touch, which clashed absurdly with the lush fire in his eyes.

“I don't want to fuck you because you work here, but because I think you're fucking beautiful.” He said “Be mine, and if you don't want anything to do with me afterwards, that's okay, let's keep working normally.” Roman moved closer, his voice hitting your mouth “Let me fuck this hot pussy, I'm sure you'll want more later. And I will give you everything you want.”

So you gave in. You kissed him fiercely, spreading your legs wider and settling them between them, letting the skirt roll to pile on your hips and exposing lace panties. Roman reaching down to your back and removing your bra, dropping your mouth over your left breast when it was exposed.

You moaned loudly, throwing your head back, curling your fingers in his hair and sighing when Godfrey moved his fingers down the middle of your legs. You whimpered, rummaging around in his hand for some friction, needy and needy.

Roman laughed arrogantly against your breast: “Such a needy little thing, aren't you?” He took a bite out of your left beak as he walked away to remove his belt.

You groaned, your eyes on fire, your body hot and needy. And that's when Roman looked at you. A hot fucking woman half naked at his table, so beautiful and perfect that it was almost a sin. He wanted to be able to record that scene forever. You were perfect. He thought you were extraordinarily perfect.

Then he rushed ferociously at you again, his hands wrapped around your hot body as he moaned on your lips: "Where have you been all my life?"

You gasped, finishing the job of his belt and pants, fighting a battle with his tongue.

“Waiting for this moment.” You provoked it with a sensual chuckle, nibbling on his lower lip.

Roman shared your sly smile, tearing at your panties and holding his own dick in your direction. You moaned louder this time, in need, lowering your hands to his hips and rolling around his waist, trying to get closer.

Roman laughed, sinking his mouth into yours and also plunging his dick into yours smooth folds.

You screamed out loud, clasping your body to his while Roman put an arm around your waist, gluing your body to his and hitting the stick at the end of the well, drawing out a loud groan from both of you. The environment was filled with moaning and pornographic sounds, the table rattling beneath you as the things that were left on top now fell completely. You wrapped your arms around his neck, clenching your nails at the back of your neck as you wrapped your legs around Roman's hips, pulling him further into you and swallowing him completely.

“Holy fuck!” He snarled, lowering his mouth to meet your neck and shoulder, closing his teeth there as he demanded more force in his movements.

Godfrey beat without mercy, without pause, conquering and proclaiming his every piece of your body as his own. You could no longer control your moans, all the sensations exploded inside you like nuclear bombs and pleasure and pain curved all your lines of reasoning. You laid your back on the table, your breasts jumping with the speed and strength of him movements, while Roman clasped his hands on your waist and set a brighter pace as he pulled you onto his dick and propelled your hips at you.

“So fuck hot slut!” He growled, never stopping the pace.

You shouted something that looked like him name, and threw your head back when the orgasm invaded your system, shaking your legs and pulling him deeper. Roman moaned loudly, squeezing your flesh so tightly that it would leave marks tomorrow, while he cum inside you, spilling all the hot liquid on your barriers.

You were sweaty and panting, but Roman didn't give you a second to breathe and process the situation until he leaned over to you, still inside your core, and kissed your right breast, dropping one:

“Dinner at my place tomorrow?”

You laughed, still very airy, and agreed, overcome by tiredness.

“Okay, Godfrey.” Roman gave you another lunge of teasing, making your laugh mix with a groan.

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[diedbutterflies69]

Cars- Bang Chan imagine

Contains: explicit sexual contact, chan as hot rich hotel owner, car sex, slight degradation, blowjob, fingering, etc

Minors don't interct.

Working in one of the most expensive hotels in the country was something you never expected. You were just a normal student who was struggling to meet deadlines and pay for tuitions and so doing many part time jobs. A law student washing dishes in random restaurant and drooling over food, observing the way those chefs used to work with wok , deep fried food, the process fascinated you so much. Even though you were familiar with cooking since a young age it was rather more like responsibility, a chore. And that's how you learned cooking by slowly observing the chefs and utube videos, as changing the entire career dreams at the last year was little too wild and impossible. But struggles eventually leads to happiness, the owner of one of the restaurant you used to work at got surprisingly close with you ,her name lucy a single divorced hot milf she thaught you many skills and tricks with cooking. Your last straw before quitting the law school was getting failed . And just like that a blessing in disguise. She noticed how dishearted you were and then decided to give you the greatest opportunity in your life.

Working in God's menu was every chef's dream, and Lucy made your dream come true. The owner and main chef of God's menu Bang Chan was close with Lucy and just by that using some connections you got yourself inside that paradise, but Chan was a total boomer with you, he didn't wanted to give you job at the first place as you lacked experience and knowledge but he valued friendships way too much to deny Lucy.

Chan was always hard on you, constantly making you work with him, teaching the mystery behind flavours, making you memorize foreign cuisine recipes, you sweared you didn't even struggled that much in law school as there was no one lecture you and expect from you. He acted all tough just to make you perfect and eventually became close, you fell in the pit of one sided love the moment Chan agreed to hire you. What you adored most about Chan was how he always made sure to not make you panic while being near fire, never told you to hurry while cutting vegetables. His this small gestures meant so much too you. And in span of 7 months that baby was finally your boyfriend. Chan was someone who followed his heart and just like that, he confessed in the most cheesiest way possible. And here you are today a great chef with lot of knowledge and a handsome, caring and loving boyfriend. 3 years of loving relationship.

"baby~~ " you said while hugging your boyfriend from the back who was too invested in making a 4 tower cake for his best friend's wedding even though he wasn't much experienced with baking whatever he tried doing was no less than perfection.

"yes, baby? Need anything?", Chan asked you. Even though you have been listening to his sweet honey voice since years it never failed to make your heart flutter.

"stop working now, it's 2:30 am let's go home now", you whined slightly tipping on toes and kissing Chan's neck. Getting a small hum from your boyfriend.

"just few more minutes babe", Chan said turning back and softly giving pecking your forehead . You huffed in response being too tired of your boyfriend's night owl tendencies, you went back to the table and singing a good night in most extra way possible. Chan just smiled at his girlfriend, he too wanted to go home and just cuddle with you but work was trash .

Finally looking at clock it was 3 :15 something, his work finally done. After cleaning up every thing,washing the dishes and shoving the massive cake into refrigerator carefully, Chan happily made his way to you. He too saying baby~ in most extra way possible, he was an true night owl no matter how much he worked at nights without you being by his side he wasn't able to fall asleep. A habit he picked up 3 years ago.

"get up, it's 5 am", Chan whispered into your ear while aggressively moving you to make you leave your dreamland.

"aggh, good morning the love of my life", you said slowly leaving your subconscious world. Even in slight unconscious mind you were flirty and cheesy.

"good morning, it's 5 A.M ", Chan again told you a wrong time just messing up with you.

"what the fuck", you yelled being angry on your boyfriend's crazy work habits , you were glaring at him till he bought his his wrist infront of your face . His watch reading 3 : 08 , being confused and worried for your wrong vision you looked at the wall clock that to read 3:07 am.finally realising you have been scammed.

" you fucking lier", you yelled at Chan for pranking you, but you were glad that he finished the work soon.

"heheh", Chan laughed, he was too cute for you.

"let's just go home", you said trying to keep a poker face, packing your stuff then gripping Chan's hand and walking out of the space.

Going down through the elevator, Chan unleashing his 50 shades enthusiast.

"What is it about elevators?" Saying this and immediately pulling you into a deep kiss, he tasted like chocolate probably from the previous cake flavours, his tongue feeling so good while exploring your mouth, one hand at the back of your neck and the other interlocked with yours. His lips always felt like heaven.

He broke the kiss as the door opened, he adjusted your hair and outfit and locking his eyes with you giving you a warm smile, fully a contradiction to his previous action. This man's duality always suprised you.

"let's go baby~", Chan said getting out of elevator with you, hands interlocked moving back and forth, if someone saw you both they would probably think that you both are possessed, smiling and jumping like kids finally reached the car.

"let me open the door for you", Chan said with a smirk while opening the car door for you , there was not a single human present in the parking lot, creepy vibes but perfect for your both future activities. Chan entered the car and stared at you in the most innocent way possible.

"what?", You asked him giving him the same innocent eyes.

"babe, the kiss made me hard", Chan admitted almost shamelessly his eyes pointing at his pants , and yes it was a great hot site too notice.

"will you melt, till we reach home?", You asked Chan looking into his eyes hands slowly creeping to his thighs dangerously close to the not so safe zone.

"I would rather burst here than melt till we reach home", Chan said holding your hand bringing it straight over his memeber, you blushed deeply at his actions.

"Come on babe, we had done Car sex multiple times", Chan said making you blush and wet down there even more. You got a little too needy as the memories of Chan fucking you ruthlessly on the back site of the car came to your mind. Your hand still palming his cock through pants.

"hop on the backseat", you said almost breathlessly, Chan smirking at your needy , horny State. You both went on the backseat to make a great mess over there .

"aaah" , you moaned loudly as Chan slapped your left boob while sucking your neck. His teeth never failed at marking you all over, his touch was heaven especially whenever he squeezed the back of your neck or roughly groped those boobs. Detaching himself from your neck he gripped your neck in an erotically painful way and forcing you on your knees.

"Suck, use that mouth atleast one time for a good cause", Chan said , his degrading voice mixed with heavy lust. Nodding at his words , without wasting any time you bought your hands to undid his belt and zipper . Palming him through his boxers and finally releasing it from all restraints, you slowly put hs cock inside your mouth, he was really really hard. A fucking long and thick cock he had, you not being able to take him even half way as the position was slightly painful but nevertheless you started bopping your head up and down and palming the remaining with your hands. His loud groans and moans indicated that he was satisfied enough, you increased your speed, occassionally hollowing your cheeks to take him deeper every time. He gripped your head as he was close , he started to move your mouth as he pleased making you gag non stop, it hurted but you liked it so much. " You feel so fucking good, all mine", Chan said breathlessly after a final thrust and empting himself inside your mouth, his cum feeling your mouth in escasty. You sucked off every single drop not wasting anything.

Chan lifted you up from the car floor and made you sit on his lap. You looking fully fucked out, with clothes misplaced and mouth dripping with saliva and his liquid , black mascara tears running down.

"My precious slut", Chan said while making his way to your panties, your jeans were already removed a long ago.

"you want my fingers? Hmm?" Chan said as his fingers were slowly entering your pussy , his cold hands making you shiver .

"yes please sir" , you begged voice laced up with pure desperation and needily grinding on his fingers and thighs. Chan smirked again at you.

"what you want more, my fingers or my cock?" Chan made gave you 2 choices both of them heaven.

"your cock, sir please" You begged again. He finally smiles at you pure ill intention smile.

"Since you are too good girl, I should give you whatever you want", Chan said and finally bought his cock towards your tight leaking cunt slowly entering himself inside you.

"ride", Chan said and you felt like being on cloud nine. Slowly moving your hips up and down in decent speed . His cock fitted so well inside of you, it was pure bliss for you.

But without a warning Chan bought his hands towards your clit and pinching it making your whole body jolt in overstimulation.

" babe,you are too good, so deserve my fingers too", Chan said with a sadistic smile.

It's gonna be a long morning.

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[habeascorpseus]

the reason c!wilbur is redeemable while c!dream isn't is because wilbur/ghostbur has people who he cares about enough to get better for. plain and simple. wilbur's "villain arc" is the natural result of someone seemingly losing every positive connection in their life while also having mental health issues. because at the end of the day, when you're struggling, you look to friends and family to motivate you to get better for them. and if you're really isolated, you look to at least one person to motivate you to get better for yourself. and wilbur wasn't able to do either of those things near the end of his life. because the war scarred him deep, deeper than the sword his father eventually put through his chest, and deeper than the sword that ran him through in the first betrayal. eret started his fall into paranoia that everyone secretly was out to get him. hell, the reason he held the rigged election is because he thought people didn't like him. and in the end, he was proven right with exile. the only person he could trust was tommy, and he couldn't lose tommy. he had to keep tommy with him at all costs. c!wilbur manipulated tommy in order to make him dependent on him, to make him trust him more than everyone else. but this backfired, only succeeding in pushing tommy away. by the time the festival had ended, he had no one left to want to get better for. he thought tommy hated him. he didn't trust eret. he thought tubbo was too malleable. he knew niki didn't like him. and techno encouraged his anger and violent outbursts. the environment of fear he helped create only succeeded in pulling him downwards. in the end, wilbur fell not because no one was willing to pull him over the ledge, but because he thought those hands outstretched were there to push him into the abyss and let go to do the job for them. he thought everyone saw him transforming into a monster hated him and so he became what he thought they wanted, not knowing there were people rooting for him to change till the very end. and he died believing those people were happy to see the monster finally slain.

ghostbur has none of these hangups. besides an instinctive mistrust of eret, he re-entered the world bright eyed and ready to hang out with his friends. he hated wilbur, thinking him a monster undeserving of life and of redemption. he loved his friends and family, craving to spend time with them, desperate to make them happy. dismayed by their looks of sadness and discomfort at his presence. they explained to him, time and time again, that he was the one who hurt them, but ghostbur can't remember doing that. wilbur must have hurt them. and so his dislike of wilbur grew and his discomfort with viewing wilbur has someone he once was grew even more. and during this period, ghostbur was kind of static. but slowly, ever so slowly, ghostbur realized that the problems wilbur caused never fully stopped people from caring about him. that there were people who had always believed wilbur could change, who needed him to change. and as he grew to be close with people in a way he never could while alive, he began to want to change for them, too. because wilbur wasn't given the chance to see people cared about him. wilbur had war and politics, where love won't save you and trust only makes you vulnerable. in death, without need to fear for his safety or where he might sleep at night, ghostbur had time to see his friends and acquaintances not as people out to get him but as people who he could have fun with, who he could trust without worry, and help without fear they would use it against him. it's the closest thing to a therapy arc we've had on the server. ghostbur learned to care again. and now, he's ready to come back and get better for them.

in conclusion, I think death really was the best thing to happen to c!wilbur. not because it allowed him to run away from the consequences that come with blowing up your own country, but because it gave him the perspective he needed to realize he was never really alone. it was a break for him, to take a step away from his problems and to finally enjoy the simple pleasures of being alive that he wasn't able to experience since the first war. to remember what it was like to not be a monster and to not be seen as a bomb waiting to explode. it was a break for everyone else around him, to take a step back and evaluate their feelings about wilbur and his actions without wilbur being able to cause more harm in the meantime. to remember the happiness wilbur gave them and to see just how broken the war left him as a person. in the end, both parties realized they could still care. that they could work through the trauma and conflict with wilbur still alive. that they could give wilbur a chance to get better. and even though ghostbur and c!wilbur aren't really the same person, in the traditional sense, I think wilbur realized enough people still care to try and change, too.

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[yuueee]

𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 fire lord! zuko x fire lady! reader

authors note: Firstly I just want to apologize for the hiatus, I want to be more active from now on! I’m starting finals next week so I’ll thankfully be done with this semester soon and will also have more time to write. Anyways I hope you enjoy!! I also want to apologize if Zuko is ooc here.

requests:

First of all, your tumblr looks sooooo cool! I’m looking forward to reading all of your future work! Imagine this: Zuko is annoyed by people constantly asking him about a future heir, but when one day his friends also start to ask, and even his uncle and his own mother join the baby fever train, it’s too much for him so he complains about it to his wife who only reassures him with her lovely self and her understanding smiles, not telling him yet that she is in fact pregnant. What do you think ?

Can you write an imagine with zuko who is clearly, utterly and soooo obviously in love with the reader (outgoing, courageous, loving) and maybe with the prompt “So you...well...I mean...I could give you a massage?” Thank you a lot! ^^

As the current Fire Lord and Lady, it wasn’t uncommon for the citizens of the Fire Nation to be deeply invested in your relationship - it was to be expected especially due to the uncommon nature of your union. What you weren’t expecting were Zuko’s close friends and relatives being wrapped up in your business as well. Being outside of team avatar, you were naturally more welcoming to his friend's constant questioning, but Zuko on the other hand was not. He couldn’t understand why they cared so much all of the sudden. They hadn’t been as interested when he was in a relationship with Mai - so why did they care so much now?

It wasn’t as if you weren’t getting along with his friends or family - you got along with them quite well and were very loved by them in fact. Outside of them though, you weren’t always as welcomed, unfortunately, the Fire Nation was still coming to terms with having the daughter of an Earth Kingdom General as their Fire Lady. The arranged marriage was put in place to solve several different ‘problems’. After Zuko broke up with Mai several years ago, he hadn’t begun dating anyone else due to being so busy but he’d eventually be expected to have an heir in the next coming years.

Although they had gotten better, tensions among the Earth Kingdom Colonies were still high and both sides were having difficulty keeping them under control. Eventually, an agreement was made for the daughter of a high-ranking Earth Kingdom General to marry Zuko - that daughter being yourself. Arranged marriages certainly weren’t unheard of in either nation - but a union of this sort was definitely unique.

Though he certainly wasn’t thrilled about it, Zuko understood that it was for the good of the people - and it wasn’t like there was anything he could do about it anyway. Even with his position as the recently crowned Fire Lord there still wasn’t much he could do.

On the other hand, you understandably had some issues coming to terms with your new situation at first. Despite being known by those around you as friendly and just a joy, in general, to be around - the woman Zuko had first met was quite the opposite. He could recall it like it was yesterday. Though it was awkward and stressful at the time, he now considered it to be the best day of his life.

“She’s in there.” A female servant whispered to the young man quietly, as if she didn’t want to speak loud enough for you to hear from your place at the balcony.

“Thanks,” he replied with a soft smile, bidding the elderly woman goodbye as she shuffled down the hallway. Turning towards you he was faced with a warm tropical breeze. His advisors had arranged for the two of you to meet a couple of weeks before that dreaded day, and for some reason, they thought Ember Island was the appropriate place. A combination of anxiety and general distaste for being on the island was causing him to be quite stressed - which led him to be more awkward than usual.

“Um, hello?” he spoke up faintly, as if not to startle you. He was sure you heard him come in, but you hadn’t turned around since he entered the small room. You stood several feet away with your hands placed on the railing, your [hair-texture] locks sifting gently with each gust of wind along with your predominantly red clothing. It was against what you had wanted to wear that day but it didn’t seem as if you had much a say in anything going on in your life recently.

You understood that doing this would be for the greater good of the Earth Kingdom and that your situation could technically be worse. You could have been married off to some old creep - but if you were being honest with yourself being married to the Fire Lord sounded just as bad. As you turned around though, you were surprised at the face you were met with.

He had a much younger face than you had expected, but the slight hollowness of his cheeks and the worry lines on his forehead told you that he had experienced things beyond his years. He also happened to be quite handsome - not that you wanted to admit it though. You had been bent on hating him ever since your father told you who you’d be wedding.

He was the leader of the Fire Nation, of course, you would hate him! The country that has had a century-long reign of terror on the world - and now you found yourself engaged to their leader. What had you done so wrong in your life to deserve this?

As much as you wanted to plan on running away the first chance you got, you knew deep inside that it would only cause tensions to increase and more issues to arise. You wanted the best for the residents of the Earth Kingdom, so you agreed to go through with it, but did so resentfully - which you had every right to feel that way.

But as you glared up at the young male next to you and tried to keep your attention off of the scar over his left eye - you couldn’t help but wonder what if this was the man who joined the avatar in defeating the Fire Lord? He wasn’t what you expected at all. Standing in full armor with his hair holding the fire nation insignia in a top knot - he looked awkward and out of place. You almost felt bad for him - keyword is almost.

“What do you need Fire Lord?” you questioned him, turning your gaze back to the rushing waters of the ocean.

“Um,” he faltered slightly, probably not anticipating your response. “I just wanted to introduce myself-“

“I know who you are.” you brushed him off, turning around and walking towards him - grabbing his collar and pulling him to your height. “We might be getting married but if you think for a second I will ever be nice to you, you are sadly mistaken.” you hissed at him before letting him go and walking out of the door.

Zuko couldn’t recall how long he stood there watching your form leave, all he remembered was standing there like an idiot with a red face. He hadn’t expected you to like him of course but he surely wasn’t expecting that.

As he reminisced on memories long ago while sipping his Uncle’s tea, he couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his features. As stated earlier, It may have been an unpleasant memory back then but now he considered the day he met you to be the best day of his life. Though your relationship had surely faired through many complications for a while in the beginning - surprisingly, you became fond of Zuko over the years.

It was certainly a long time coming but that strange friendship you two shared eventually evolved into love against all odds. That didn’t mean you weren’t constantly giving him an ear full (as you should tbh) your first months together. But as time progressed and you learned that he may not have been the evil prince that you had heard so much about, at least not anymore.

He wasn’t that same angsty teenager he had been years ago looking for the avatar, he was now a young adult growing quite well into the position of the Fire Lord - which was no easy feat. Taking another sip of tea, he watched his Uncle and Mother come to take a seat with him.

“How is it, Nephew?” His Uncle asked with a mischievous grin and a raise of two bushy eyebrows - albeit already knowing the answer.

“It’s great as always Uncle,” Zuko responded with a small smile, his Uncle's expression making him just a bit concerned, causing his Mother to chuckle. Though she had gained a few wrinkles over the past couple of years, she was still as radiant as she had been in her youth. She was also much happier being able to live with the family she had been apart from for many years without fearing Ozai’s intervention. It came with a price though - it seemed as if her relationship with her estranged daughter who was now on the run would never be resolved. She never lost hope though.

“Zuko,” his mother began speaking, catching the young Fire Lord’s attention with a raise of his eyebrows. “When are you going to give me a grandchild?” She asked teasingly, eager to see his reaction. In turn, her son had barely kept himself from spitting out the mouthful of tea.

“Why do you ask that?” He choked out in between a series of coughs with Iroh patting his back gently.

“You haven’t?” She asked in between chuckles, noticing how her son got bewildered at the mention of having children of his own. “You know you’ll eventually have to have an heir at some point right?”

“It’s not that I haven’t thought about it... but Y/N and I are just really busy.” He thought aloud, wishing he could run a hand through his hair - but was unable to since it was pinned in a top knot.

“Zuko, you never know when you’ll get this time of peace again. What better time to raise a child?” Iroh reassured, wiggling his eyebrows. Letting out a groan, the young Fire Lord attempted to mentally prepare himself to go through this same conversation every time he visited his family.

Over the next couple of weeks, the constant badgering he received from his friends and close relatives started to frustrate him further, so who could he turn to? You of course.

Being married for several years now, you were more than used to Zuko’s rants, so you simply just reclined on the bed with an eyebrow raised as he paced back and forth.

“I don’t get it! Why is everyone so concerned about when we’re going to have a child or not?” He questioned seemingly no one as you attempted to keep your face from contorting into a smile. It wasn’t as if you didn’t understand his frustrations, it was just funny to watch, especially since you were already pregnant.

You were surprised that he hadn’t noticed honestly, with you staying in for the past few days due to feeling sick. Who could blame him though? It wasn’t as if he wasn’t attentive and loving as a husband, he was extremely busy as of recent-and also just dense at times. After noticing his silence for a few moments as he looked over the balcony, you decided that maybe this could be the perfect time to tell him.

Getting up and sneaking behind him, you snaked your arms around his waist and turned so you could see his face. He let out an audible sigh of what sounded like relief before returning your smile and your hug.

“You want a head massage?” You questioned pulling away, wiggling your fingers playfully.

“Please.”

For the past couple of years, Zuko had been letting his hair grow out so now it rested around his shoulders.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” You started tentatively, but as usual, he was too caught up in the sensation of your fingers raking across his scalp to entirely understand what you were saying, so he just nodded in response. “I’m pregnant.” You stated plainly, ceasing your scratching. Not getting a response for a few moments, you turned to face him with a worried expression.

Much to your surprise he was grinning up at you and placed a warm hand on your cheek. “Really?”

“Yes. I’m sorry it took me so long to tell y-“ you were abruptly cut off by him pulling you into another hug and placing a kiss on the crown of your head. “So you’re happy about it?”

“Couldn’t be happier.” He responded sincerely, leaning into your shoulder so you couldn’t see the redness on his cheeks.

Maybe your family and friends would finally leave the two of you alone now?

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[lunastwilightblog]

The Volturi are the good guys and Bella is the up-and-coming villain

I’m on my computer for this as I know it might be long, but bear with me (insert Emmett pun here) 🐻

So wait - the Volturi are the good guys? But didn’t SM write them as the bad guys? 

Well, yes, SM did write Aro and co in as the antagonists of the series, but bear in mind that originally she didn’t write most of New Moon to happen, or the entirety of Eclipse. There was Twilight and Forever Dawn, which we’ll sadly never read. Her vision of the Volturi and their role as the evil villains who wanted to separate Edward and Bella became distorted as she had to flesh them out more and show their role as the governing body.

Then she wrote the Illustrated Guide and revealed their history and the horrors of the world without their authority; with the Romanians being as brutal as they were, the constant terror humans lived with and the fracturing of the world into many unstable and violent vampire-ruled empires (plus with way more children of the moon running about, probably as far west as - at least - central Europe). 

When the Volturi were coming to power they were laughed at with the idea of their law, a significant reason the Romanians didn’t take them seriously. But now they are extremely popular.

This isn’t just because Aro created vampires to go out and sing his praises. Volturi rule has been a blessing for both humans and vampires.

For humans it’s the obvious: they are not living their lives in fear, they are not subject to massacres (except if caught in newborn warzones), their population has been able to grow and expand, modern medicine and technology have been able to flourish, society is much more stable, people need to flee areas much less (if ever) so they can stay put and complete research/live to meet their grandkids/etc, and not have to serve a vampire in the local castle. 

For vampires it’s actually quite similar: with the human population growing to as large as it is today when at the time the Volturi came to power it was (estimated to be) only 210 million globally, vampires have been able to grow to even greater numbers also, and feed more often than before. If a vampire 2000 years ago killed 5 people in a town it would be an outrage the humans would certainly have noticed, however kill 5 people in a place as big as London, LA, Paris, Singapore, Bucharest... it would likely not be noticed very much, if at all (depending on who you kill).  

Humans like to measure things in percentages. Those 5 people is a huge number to a town of 2000 - that’s 0.25% of the whole town’s population. It would be talked about, and relatives of the dead/missing would all know each other. Yet kill those 5 in a city of 12 million (as is London), that’s only 0.00004167% of the population. And chances are, the dead humans’ families don’t even live in the area (or could be in another country entirely) never mind know each other to realise there was a mass murder.

So vampires, as long as they hide from humans, as is the only law (besides no immortal children or consorting with werewolves), they have a lot more freedom nowadays than they did before the times of the Volturi. There are so many people that they can easily get lost in a crowd, move internationally, and not be pressured for allegiance by a local vampire warlord (before meeting Aro, Caius ran afoul of the Romanians, and he barely escaped with his life).

With there only being one authority, and one that does not interfere with your day-to-day life, is a dream come true. As long as they don’t break this law that is very easy to abide by, they can do whatever the f*** they want.

Carlisle would have never been able to get a job as a doctor if he was known to be a vampire, nor could any of the Cullens have entered education of any form. They’d be stuck sneaking into libraries after closing, and googling. Edward would have never met Bella (neither would Edward’s ancestors have immigrated to America - in fact, Europeans may have never discovered America in the first place. The whole Cullen coven aside from Carlisle might never have been born).

So what the Volturi have done (despite many of them having not-so-savoury personalities corrupted by hunger for power or violence) is bring peace to the world, get rid of tyrants, increase the food supply, allow a greater amount of freedom, and the first kind of trials and justice ever seen in their world. Sure, Aro uses trials to find new talent, but it’s still a world away from before.

Which leads me on to the events of Breaking Dawn, and Bella.

So. Maybe controversial, but: the Volturi did absolutely nothing wrong in Breaking Dawn.

They turned up thinking a serious crime had been committed. They stopped to talk (which Vladimir certainly never would have done!), considered the evidence and processed new discoveries and discussed their legality, decided there was no crime to punish, and left with only the informant dead. Yes, Irina had been innocent in the way that she strongly had believed she had been telling the truth and her memories must have presented good enough evidence to Aro initially, but their witnesses had come to see justice being served, and in the vampire world that is execution. Aro could have continued with prosecuting the Cullens for something he now knew was false, or execute Irina instead.

(Side note: she did kind of deserve it too. She didn’t bother to check her evidence, she wanted revenge for Laurent’s death so her accusation wasn’t coming from a place of good intentions but instead she was willing to have her friends and family killed for Laurent. She was also forcing Aro into a position where he had to prepare himself to kill Carlisle, whom we know he cherishes. Remember also that Aro turned down Laurent’s application to the Guard because he’d followed the Romanians for a while, so he won’t have been entirely trusting of Irina anyway, her having been Laurent’s mate).

Anyway. Onto Bella.

So Aro’s impression of Bella after New Moon seems to be positive. Why? Well, through Edward’s thoughts he saw that Bella was able to keep The Secret. He had heard how much she wanted to be a vampire. In addition, Marcus showed him how strong Edward and Bella’s bond is. Both of them knew, that if E & B’s love was almost as strong as Marcus and Didyme’s, that no matter what Edward currently said or thought about Bella being turned it was invalid. If Bella were dying, he would turn her for sure, which happened. Then the obvious, that Edward had already proven he could not live without her.

Bella was trustworthy and probably going to be turned. Alice showing proof was just a formality so Aro could say he had evidence rather than admit he’d just made assumptions (and Alice having had that vision may act as proof that his assumption was correct).

Therefore, from Aro’s perspective, Bella was a human who wanted to become immortal so much that she would rather die than not, and she was already following his law. She was no issue. 

Yet.

Bella, knowing the law, should have been very grateful that she was left alive. Edward not being executed and she not being killed or forcibly turned on the spot... Aro had been very nice to them.

And again, in BD, he was very nice to them. Some people will inevitably say that he was weak in not killing them all. I mean, they stood beside Vladimir and Stefan! They have an army of wolves fundamentally opposed to vampires! Aro has lost Good Reputation Points by sparing the Cullens. He held as close to a trial as vampire society has ever had, and rightfully pronounced the Cullens innocent.

So shouldn’t Bella like him? He has spared her life and the lives of her loved ones more than one, and proven that he can be spoken to and conversed with properly and is willing to admit he was wrong. With Aro, we know it’s important to look more at what he does than what he says, and what he has done is be very kind to the Cullens (though who knows about the future?).

Yet Bella was creeped out by him when they met and interpreted him as a threat to Edward’s life. As she loves Edward, she’s always going to be of this mind, and first impressions are important.

Vampires are stuck with the mindsets they had when turned. An example of this is Esme, who was turned after her baby died and she tried to die too. She is permanently feeling maternal. She was turned only days after giving birth. Before knowing this, Bella even describes her as maternal and the mother of the family. Huilen also has a lot of care for Nahuel, being his aunt, because of her love for Pire, and while she was dying, Pire begged Huilen to raise him. Joham does not seem to have this parental love for his son and daughters; he never really knew Pire and was never affected by her love for Nahuel, and did not meet him until years after he was born. He’s only genetically a parent. He doesn’t have the protective mindset. When he was turned, he was a curious scientist (in fact, it was even why his creator turned him). He sees the world and people as things to study.

Anyway.

When Bella was turned, all she was thinking about was Renesmee. She begged Edward to get the baby out and didn’t care for her own life.

And she will be forever stuck in this high alert, must-protect-my-baby mode. Then for weeks as a newborn vampire, she was thinking of Aro as a threat and preparing to fight him. Compounding that, he was a threat to her daughter.

Both of these things will have had a significant effect on who she will have become after her newborn phase ended. It is impossible for Bella to ever like Aro now, even if she tried.

Her dislike of him, and willingness to fight against him, will be forever engrained in her brain.

This is dangerous.

Bella found the Romanians weird, but she didn’t dislike them per se. She would probably be willing to stand with them against the Volturi again.

We can take an educated guess and assume that sometime they will rise up again - and Bella might stand with them (though I highly doubt any of the other Cullens would).

Bella was not a problem for Aro until she stood beside Vladimir and Stefan. 

Here is this vampire who can block most of his coven’s gifts, stuck with an intense dislike of him, who he has seen with his own eyes stand with his enemies. He has every right to be nervous now. Her love for her mate is almost as strong as Marcus’s bond to Didyme - how strong is her bond to Renesmee? Likely more. Aro knows the threat in that. He knows that Bella may be viewing him in the way Marcus feels when he thinks of taking revenge on whoever killed Didyme.

Nobody wants the Romanians back in power. Those who lived under their reign and those who have heard first hand stories told to them all know very well that life under Vladimir would be horrible, brutal, awful for all beside his close coven members (though considering he had a very large coven that was often squabbling amongst itself, it was probably miserable for a lot of them too).

But Bella is young. She has no memory of the world before the Volturi, and knows no one with first hand experience of that world other than the Volturi. She will have heard that it was horrible, but she has no emotional or personal connection to the near-ancient past, and vampires who lived during that time are disappearing. No one lives forever.

Then, she is American. Like Garrett, she values freedom, and the Volturi are the only oppressive vampire force either of them has ever known. Despite them being the least oppressive in vampire history, Bella and Garrett haven’t experienced the alternative. They are a government that is at times harsh, is corrupt, and executes people. They go to war and they obliterate their enemies. Bella doesn’t see that the Volturi is the least bad government her world is ever going to get, and that they’ve granted her so much freedom. She is unable to see that because, in her youth, she has nothing to compare them against.

By standing against the Volturi, Bella isn’t just standing against Aro, Caius, and Marcus. She is standing against the peace they have brought between vampires, against humans living without fear, against modern civilisation itself. She stands a representative of the next world order, and Aro can sense it.

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[lunarthedragon]

Idea for Luca sequel, titled “Alberto”!

So a few years after the events of the first film, Portorosso has become a secret haven for sea monsters looking for safety and acceptance.

Alberto, meanwhile, is flourishing as the local life guard who helps his dad in the pizzeria, but something has been bothering him. He’s antsy and hungry for SOMETHING, but he doesn’t know what. He assumes he’s excited about Luca and Giullia returning for the summer in a few days…

Wanting to surprise his friends (and hoping to make some of this antsy-ness go away), he’s been saving up and he goes to buy a fresh, new Vespa! As he’s driving around the new Vespa, getting used to it, and showing off to Massimo, a visitor enters the city on a motorcycle, catching people’s attention with the noise.

Turns out she’s a migratory sea monster that is dropping by for gas, food, and a place to rest for a few days before heading out. She draws Alberto’s intrigue but the Paguro family warns to avoid her, claiming migratory sea monsters are dangerous and uncaring.

Still, Alberto tries to speak to her but she’s flippant and claims she’s only passing through. He says this place is a haven for sea monsters and she should enjoy herself, but she insinuates it’s not a haven for all sea monsters, and she loves travel too much anyway.

Finally! The train comes into town and Luca and Giullia are back! The welcome is so exciting and warm and happy! Alberto’s so happy to have them back and listen to them talk about school and show them his Vespa! Giullia keeps mentioning having to research colleges while Luca is still considering what he wants to do.

The three eventually go out on the Vespa to have some fun, and it’s fine at first, but Alberto keeps getting bored too quickly and isn’t as excited about everything. Giullia is too excited/college-worried to notice immediately, but Luca does, and the two boys have a heart-to-heart in the water or on the island.

Alberto explains his issues and Luca says he wants to help but he doesn’t know what’s up either. Alberto thinks he should be happy, he finally has a family and support system, and he doesn’t want to be ungrateful, but somethings wrong.

Unknown to them, the migratory sea monster, let’s call her Noemi, is swimming around nearby and overhears. She calls that Alberto sounds stir crazy. That having a home base is the first step to discovering oneself. Then she leaves.

Luca suggests that he was able to figure out what he liked and enjoyed when he left, but he knew he had his family and Alberto always waiting for him. Thus, maybe it is Alberto’s turn. Maybe now is the time for them to finally go on their Vespa adventure!!

They rush to pack, trying not to wake anyone, and leave a note to explain that they’re going on a quick trip and they’ll be back soon. They also don’t take Giullia, since the original plan had always just been them so they want to do this themselves. They’re both still a little reckless…

Problem is, something happens to the note, maybe the cat tears it up or something, so no one knows where they went. Giullia, however, finds a torn piece of the note or she remembers some conversation and she suspects they’re somewhere nearby. So, she hurries to catch the train but misses. Instead, she runs into Noemi on her bike, about to leave, and somehow convinces her to take Giullia along.

I’m not sure about the finer points of the rest, but basically the boys end up on a cross country journey, followed by Giullia and her new “gal pal,” and through the journey they meet other sea monsters that are different. A lake monster from Scotland whose grandpa accidentally mooned the humans and the picture taken of his butt and tail became the Loch Ness Monster photo. A river monster from the Nile that looks like a crocodile and gets snippy when people call her a gator. A swamp monsters that can never seem to dry off and is a little gross. A snow monster that is “technically” water related and is fluffy when cold and has a heavy Russian accent. They’re all different and treated poorly even by the “plain” sea monsters.

The main baddie is also a sea monster who hates humans because a hunter took his leg, but he also looks down on the “lesser sea beasts” because he claims they don’t know what the real sea monsters have been through, sighting his leg. Baddie attempts to recruit Alberto, seeing the harpoon scar on his arm, but inevitably he realizes that the baddie is a hypocrit and they should all be supporting each other as sea monsters, even the more obscure ones, and he, Luca, and Giullia manage to save the day somehow.

It closes out the trio plus Noemi returning to Portorosso to worried but happy families. Alberto is so relieved to be home and hugs Massimo and Giullia together. Noemi says, however, that this is a good feeling, returning to home base, and is essential, but she’s pretty sure Alberto is migratory too and it’s okay to crave the world.

Alberto comes to terms that he’s finally comfortable and happy enough to go out into the world and explore (a bit more safely than the unplanned road trip he just took) similar to Luca going to school. So, he starts properly planning and getting ready to go, Noemi helping him plan while the Paguro’s and Massimo help him pack and plan his locations.

Finally, as he’s getting to his Vespa and wished everyone bye, he notes that there are more baggage than he needs. He turns and finds Luca lugging one, final bag over, all smiles, and says that he’s going to take a year break before looking into college, and that they need to give this whole adventure a second go.

Alberto smiles at him, hugging him tight, and the two best friends hop on their Vespa and are off to see the world.

(The credit art probably shows the Vespa unable to handle the distance and Noemi has to help them get a motorbike instead lol)

#pixar luca #Luca #pixar #Disney #film #Alberto #giullia #sea monster

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m o o n l i g h t

damiano david x reader + ex!gjon muharremaj (gjon’s tears)

genre: fluff, minimal angst

wc: 1.7k

notes: non-canonical OOC, also my first fic in a long time, this is a result of me ignoring my finals with a dash of projecting

feedback is appreciated! if you are interested in reading more i have more ideas :)

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2021 just can't stop surprising.

In hindsight, it was worse for some in comparison to year prior, but life goes on.

And so does Europe's most famous song competition.

2021 just can't stop surprising. In hindsight, it was worse for some in comparison to the year prior, but life goes on. And so does Europe's most famous song competition.

2020's cancellation of Eurosong was devastating, to say the least, but now it's back and in full shine; different singers, different songs, lots of changes made. Your job as an audio technician swept you off to places you'd never thought you'd see. From concerts to musical artists in recording studios in their whole essence; the making of a song, the process fascinated you. It kind of didn't surprise you when you were accepted to be a part of Eurovision's sound squad. It was, after all, everything you've been working for.

It was not soon after Tel Aviv when you met Gjon in a recording studio, where you were temporarily stationed before departure to Rotterdam to start preparing for the next year. Gjon was a nice constant to your hectic life, always there to shine on a new perspective and always there to comfort you on your worst days. In turn, you were there during his journey to be chosen as Switzerland's contestant in 2020's Eurovision. You were there when he wrote his song about being and belonging. Your blossoming relationship became too great to ignore, and soon you became the team's sweethearts; his firm but soft composure meshing with your assertive and curious nature in the best of ways. You were not afraid to say that you knew him, and vice versa. Everything really was perfect. Until the epidemic hit.

It was like a domino effect, one thing encouraging everything else to fall apart. Being in a foreign country while it was in a state of emergency was not the most ideal, and it didn't really help your job. Your recently appointed position in Eurovision's sound squad was gone with the wind when the cancellation was announced, and so did Gjon's hard work. Tensions rose, and while your relationship was as healthy as could be, it simply wasn't enough. Or maybe it was never supposed to be something more than a prolonged period of deep infatuation between two human beings.

The departure was bittersweet, to say the least. But you knew, a year with him would never compare to anything else. You two parted gently, on a windy airport, almost ignorant to the tears in Gjon's eyes; you saw regret, pain, and fear, but you both understood that if you decided to give your all to each other before knowing what that 'all' even is, it would hurt much more.

You remember his arms around for the last time, whispering promises of sunnier days and warm reunions, the lump in his throat preventing him from promising you a better him.

You haven't been able to completely process his intentions, too keen on leaving. You were itching for something different, but everything seemed too claustrophobic in this state of the world. So you accepted the first job offer that presented itself to you and flew off to Sanremo.

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"You okay?"

You turned abruptly towards Victoria, one of the band members you were here with here in Rotterdam in the middle of rehearsals and navigating through Rotterdam.

Your job offer as one of Eurovision's sound technicians still stood even throughout the epidemic but after Måneskin's success at the Sanremo Festival that granted them the first row in the finals of Eurovision you decided to stay with them, so the job kind of integrated being an official technician in charge of Italy and being their personal plus one.

You stared at Victoria with a blank stare, reminiscing the past short few months; Sanremo brought new experiences and new people. Italy's contest for the contestant at 2021's Eurovision started from square one, giving new chances.

Maybe Måneskin was just what you needed, the four of them. Victoria, Thomas, Ethan, and Damiano.

Damiano was a breath of fresh air. A breeze of fast wind. Assertive and confident. You couldn't deny it was attractive. You tried not to let his aura control your way of seeing him, but very soon you found him to be one of the best people you've ever met. You helped you express yourself more, welcomed you like family, made you see life and yourself like something more than you had originally thought. You two clicked, and between new friendships and an interesting job position you allowed them to take you with them to Rotterdam. And you did so without hesitating.

Besides, no one could deny something heavy between you and Damiano.

Back to the present, at Italy's table with the band and the delegation, Damiano comfortably sitting on your left, you stared at Victoria to your right, trying to come up with an answer when you heard it again.

"Will Switzerland's contestant please begin their rehearsal?"

And there he was, no different than that day at the airport. Last you heard about Gjon he came with a new song, after managing to keep his place as the contestant, something many preparing contestants had to give up prior to this year's competition.

You were sitting on the edge of your seat, elbows on your knees. You felt Damiano's fingers twirling one of your locks on the back of your hair, a bit uninterested to be watching somebody else's rehearsal while the band was already done with theirs.

"Yeah." you smiled lightly. There was no lie, why wouldn't you feel fine?

You felt Damiano's hand weaving with your elbow, pulling you to him, and you leaned back against the cushion, leaning your head gently against his shoulder. And if he noticed you seemed lethargic all of a sudden, he didn't say anything.

You stared intensely towards the stage, but relaxed and turned to the rest of your company after realizing this rehearsal only included the technical side of things. No song from him today.

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22nd of May, 2021

Entirely skipping the semi-finals, you and your team only focused on your own band. Being one of the Big 5 was admirable, and everyone expected a show.

The clothes fit, the makeup was on, and the band was ready to enter the arena along with you and Italy's delegation. Nine pm was nearing and you were going to be sitting through all of the 26 songs, along with voting.

Songs went by fast, some fun, some less, but all were good until it was time for Switzerland. You were about to hear his new song.

Je vois derrière nous des morceaux de toi Et ce que la douleur a fait de moi

The somber tone, the lyrics. Your limited knowledge of french allowed you to understand the basic point of the song.

Nos deux cœurs sous la terre

He was still not over you.

But maybe he was but was singing about somebody else, you tried to rationalize.

Damiano squeezed your hand that you didn't even realize he was holding, you were so tense. The band was aware of your previous association with the Swiss singer, but you didn't even want to know what they were thinking about.

You only thought about the song. The melody, the words sang of his anguish, and it wasn't a bad song. You wanted so desperately to heal him but knew it was not your job to do anymore.

Comment soigner nos coeurs qui éclatent?

Your eyes made contact, and it was like going back in time. But all songs end, and so did yours.

The crowd cheered, it was a great performance. The table clapped and you watched him getting off the stage, not knowing what to think.

"It's going to be okay, carina."

That one pull you needed, and you didn't doubt anymore.

An hour and a half later, after Italy's performance, which was quite an experience, finals were coming to an end, and the voting began.

You will never get used to feeling nervous about getting results, even when you weren't the object of it. But watching Switzerland get so many points from the jury made it a whole new experience. Italy was places below and everyone was silent.

The televoting points change everything, it was unpredictable, just like the whole competition. You had Damiano's hand in your left and Ethan's in your right, squeezing them, but adrenaline prevented you to feel anything else besides your heartbeat.

You wanted them to win so bad. They worked so hard to get where they are today, and while all contestants deserved a chance, you couldn't not be a little biased.

The 318 points to Italy were a game-changer, the crowd cheered, Victoria and Thomas jumped and screamed, and Damiano pulled you up into a hug, cheering with them; they were in the first place now. Crowd's favorite, obviously.

All that was left to hear was the number of points for Switzerland.

You've got to be kidding me, you thought.

It was tension between Switzerland and Italy, and you honestly didn't know who would win. But did it really have to be the two of them?

You felt the cameras focusing and your table, And everything was silent. You felt Gjon's stare, piercing through you. But the only thing you could focus on was Damiano's skin touching yours, his fingers intertwining with yours, and you knew that no matter the outcome, everything would be okay.

But alas, the points weren't enough to overthrow Italy, and you grinned, suddenly feeling Victoria's arms around you and Damiano's tears of joy on your neck. Everyone's screams made it seem like total silence and you smiled big, proud of your friends.

You were so happy you didn't realize they were soon dragging you with them to the stage to perform once again. In fact, you never felt so happy, you even started to sing loudly with the crowd.

Damiano, in his whole element, shining with pride and glory, motioned you to the stage by the end, pulled you in, and kissed you deeply, holding you close, and silently thanking you.

You knew life wasn't always going to be this pretty, but you thought, maybe you could live in this moment for a little while longer, kissing your frontman and giving yourself completely to the blinding lights of a victorious arena.

It was time to move on.

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a/n: this was so bad i'm so sorry

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