#alicent would be the only one willing to investigate what the Fuck is Going On

[kingcunny]

EIHF Anon here and listennnnn my head has been spinning about this.

As Rhaenyra's pregnancy progresses, the king gives her more and more authority and power. Initially, Rhaenyra is thrilled, but the bitterness starts to kick in when she begins to wonder if her father denied all of this power and autonomy to her mom because she had not given him a son. Her mother had the smarts and the temperment for all of this--why did he deny it to Aemma?

Otto is Not Having It. He enlists Alicent to find out what the hell is actually going on. And she's not received warmly. Rhaenyra is extremely uncomfortable with the "miracle" pregnancy but also just as defensive of her newfound worth in her father's eyes. Otto figures His Grace just needs his eyes opened--to see that there are other women in the world, live ones. And so after months of watching Rhaenyra swan about the Red Keep in her mother's gowns, Otto tells Alicent to put on one of *her* dead mother's gowns and go to the king. Maybe she walks in on some boundary-crossing weirdness, and Rhaenyra realizes what's going on and doubles down HARD.

And idk where the rest of this goes. But Alicent loses her damn mind because her dad's making her have a Dead Mother Off with her bestie. And it ends up with Alicent luring Rhaenyra to the Sept to make her repent, and the resulting screaming match sends her into labor.

in my mind rhaenyra has to really compartmentalize her feelings about her mother and father, especially how viserys treated aemma. but that becomes harder and harder to do when shes literally stepping into her mothers shoes and has to experience firsthand the similarities and the differences in how viserys treats them.

viserys is uh. absolutely one of those men who dont realize women are people until they have daughters.

theres a bitterness there cause if rhaenyra is so much like aemma then why couldnt aemma have been allowed this power too? and theres a fear as well like, since viserys only gave her this extra authority after getting pregnant, that he only believes in her because rhaenyra is ‘giving him a son’ and if she ‘fails’ him (loses thr baby like her mother lost all hers. doesnt have a boy) hell take it all away from her. and even if she does give her father what he wants. whats to stop him from naming her son his heir instead?

rhaenyra is dealing with this pregnancy she maybe doesnt want, that she cant tell anyone the truth about, feeling very uncertain and insecure AND THEN her bestie alicent walks in on a very intimate and uncomfortable and very un-father-daughter moment between her and viserys. (im picturing viserys maybe like fawning over her baby bump. singing valyrian lullabies. or something) (and for alicent its maybe. somehow. strangely. reminds her of herself and otto? but that cant be right. they arent like this) all dressed up and pretty and now she has to worry about her father.. cheating on her?? with her best friend?? does she have no one she can trust?

so rhaenyra sends alicent away that night and every night she shows up and that only solidifies her decision. rhaenyra has to double down. cozy up even closer to viserys. make him depend on her as much as she depends on him.

alicent is horrified. shes been watching silently as her friend slowly becomes unrecognizable to her. rhaenyra isnt even speaking to her anymore. and otto is now trying to do the same thing to her. after what alicent walked in on and rhaenyras harsh reaction shes become convinced that rhaenyra is fucking viserys. that hes the father of her baby. thats more than rhaenyra losing her virginity and lying about it, more than run-of-the-mill targaryen ‘queer customs’. parent/child incest is a sin even for them. so alicent tries the only thing she knows and tricks rhaenyra into going to the sept with her. to make her repent. to convince rhaenyra to end this relationship with her father.

screaming match happens cause rhaenyra cant tell alicent the truth. its not like alicent would think the truth was much better, even if she would, rhaenyra is so fucked up by now she cant trust alicent. what if that truth somehow got back to viserys?

we have a few choices for what happens next….

if rhaenyra loses the baby, viserys tries to kill himself (convinced the gods have cursed him to never have a living son) if rhaenyra has a girl, viserys tries to kill himself (realizes he was wrong about rhaenyras virgin pregnancy and baelons rebirth. that his daughter CHEATED on him) his attempts arent successful though, cause viserys cant do ANYTHING right, but he does become basically catatonic for a good while afterwards.

now rhaenyra has to deal with the trauma of losing her baby/being a teen mother, essentially/nearly losing her father, AND having the entire weight of the realm fall to her. cause its not like viserys can rule in this state. and its not like she can pass off the rule to the hand or name a regent, cause then the realm will think shes weak.

OR… rhaenyra does have a boy.

and she has to deal with the horror and trauma of having her child taken away from her. being raised by her father as HIS own son. having to always refer to her son as ‘brother’ never being able to hold him as a mother. the terror that shes going to wake up one day and viserys is going to decide to name her son his heir over her. having to vie against Her Own Son for her fathers affection…

#ive spoken before abt disliking nyra+ali besties storyline BUT #im willing to play nice and i think it actually works well for this au #alicent would be the only one willing to investigate what the Fuck is Going On #even if its just because her dad made her #also sowwy anon my replies are so slow #my brain works off dial up internet #thanks for giving me a good tag for this too #EIHF #rhaenyra targaryen #viserys i targaryen #alicent hightower #asks #my posts

[wiltingdecay]

was bored and couldn't get my pea brain to focus on writing after expending so much energy today so here's some half baked rowan charm "plans" (i use that term very lightly here)

halloween charm rowan

• BANSHEE ROWAN? BANSHEE ROWAN............... BANSHEE ROWAN!!

• banshees are just yassified ghosts so tattered white gown + white hood/veil thingy + some kind of waist corset thingy to rowanify it some more.

• hair MESSY and flying out around his head.

• dark and extremely smudgy make-up, maybe some white foundation as well (i don't think banshees have freckles :( sad)

• arms out pose so big ripped sleeves can dangle and be centred

• face like >:] and general heehoo im gonna getcha vibes

baewatch charm rowan

• beeeeeg sunhat, smthing similar to portia's but with darker colours perchance

• they probably didn't have obnoxious patterned hawaiian shirts in ye olden times but he's getting one anyway

• tiny lil dark plain coloured bikini top underneath bc said hawaiian shirt must be oversized + unbuttoned

• either equally tiny full ass out shorts or full transmasc board shorts. might sketch both and see which i like best

• chunky wedge sandals bc he's apparently been short coded, he can't not remind ppl that he is Tall

• pose..... idk but he will be holding a margarita. would be floating in a big donut but too similar to asra's + hides outfit. perhaps crouching by a rock pool befriending a crab

wedding charm rowan

• sitting SEXILY. legs crossed ass and thighs in full view.

• can't imagine rowan getting married at his ingame age/maturity level so make him look a lil older

• longer hair? longer hair. would be styled like his regular hairstyle but Fancier. thinking braided back like muriel's hair in his route

• white + gold outfit obviously but with red accents... red tie? red hair accessories? red lips? red bottom boots? yes

• white ruffly poet shirt showing off hefty amounts of chest... gold underbust waistcoat or corset w red detailing... frilly ass pants with gold embroidery.... white or gold heel boots... fuck maybe a white w gold or just straight gold tailcoat too he is getting MARRIED he should go all out (but on the other hand i don't want it to just be a recolour of his masquerade fit so we'll see)

• fanciest gold jewellery i am willing to spend time drawing

wonderland charm rowan

• i guess rowan is alice?? only thing that really makes sense lmao

• turn alice's skirt into shorts and her apron into a lil waist corset and we have ourselves a rowancore outfit

• pose + background elements; based on scene from the beginning where alice is falling into wonderland - pose rowan partially upside down/falling headfirst perhaps

• have plot important stuff falling with him; the emerald necklace, cards from asra's deck, myrrh pouch, julian's research, red beetles, etc

fruit charm rowan

• rowan is already a fruit and today that fruit will be a mango. red + green + lil bit of goldish yellow fits his aesthetique to a t

• outfits seem to be modern au + matching the fruit's palette for the most part soooooo... slightly slutty punkish dark academia outfit that's red/green/little bit of gold. idk what that would even entail but i'll figure something out

• pose/background details; sitting legs crossed on beeg half-mango "boat" and holding/eating smaller mango?? idk the composition of these charms confuses my pea brain for some reason

potion bottle shaker charm rowan

• finally i do not have to cook up a new outfit. breathes a sigh of relief

• pose.... idk he'll just be sittin. either he'll be a bit slutty about it or takin a nap against the side of the bottle, i could go either way

• heart shaped red bottle with a gold stopper inlaid with a turquoise gemstone(s) to match/reference their necklace. might have some gorse flowers around the top too. perchance.

• contents of bottle: two tarot cards. sammi. a chibi version of the tower (Uh Oh). the notebook that they scribble investigation stuff/General Thots in throughout the routes. a little flame.

tired so i'll plan out the rest some other time

#rowan aisling #for future reference

[inkbyajm]

Something Brewing

pairing: C.H. x fem!reader

category: fluff

warnings: anxiety attack

word count: 1.5k

notes: felt like angst, felt like sobbing uncontrollably, but my body wouldn’t cooperate, so imagining it will do for now. this was supposed to be a one-shot, but i didn’t realise how much i had written. now i’m splitting it into two parts. next part will definitely be more angst than fluff, so stay tuned for the terrifying sight that is angry corpse :) (p.s. don’t mind the occasional use of british english, it’s my default lmao)

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A peculiar thing it was, the concept of love. It was very personal and feelings about it varied from person to person. For some, it had existed since the beginning of time, when Adam and Eve first walked the Earth, when the Almighty willed his beloved humans to lead their own lives with him in their hearts. For others, it is a feeling to long for, to crave, a feeling they found themselves daydreaming about often. And for the rest, love is a tool of ruin, potentially driving people who cared for one another away from each other, instilling at least a smidge of repulsion in each one of them. However, humans are social creatures after all, and sometimes, attraction was unavoidable no matter how much one tried. And try he did.

━

Living in California could get hard and stressful at times, but at least Corpse didn’t live at the heart of the city of anxiety-inducing social interactions and constant chaos that was Los Angeles. Sure, it meant that he didn’t live close to his friends, but he wasn’t far away from her, and that was enough for him.

A few soft grunts and sounds of slippers landing on the hardwood floor echoed from the kitchen of (Y/N)’s apartment. He got up from the couch in her living room and decided to investigate the source of the noise. Coming into the room, he saw her jumping to reach the highest shelf in one of the cupboards. Looking at it, he noticed her favourite mug sitting at the edge of said shelf and, afraid she would knock it over whilst attempting to grab it, he effortlessly got it for her. “Thank you. God, I was about to grow a foot taller trying to reach for this thing.” she sighed, eliciting a deep chuckle from him, “See, this is exactly why you’re my favourite friend.” Friend? Well, yes, of course a friend, what else would he be? Corpse felt an uncomfortable tug at his heart, and he couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason why he was feeling that way, so he brushed it aside. “Why was it that high up if you can’t even reach it?” (Y/N) wasn’t a short person, she was perfectly average, and he himself wasn’t that tall of a guy either. But when it came to situations of this kind, he couldn’t help but feel good about his being taller. “It usually isn’t, but I let (F/N) use it once the other day because she refused to drink out of any of the other mugs, that stubborn bitch.” she replied, pouring her homemade Italian hot chocolate into the acquired cup. (F/N) was also taller than (Y/N), so it was only natural for her to be putting things in higher places. It was done out of habit.

(Y/N) and Corpse walked back to the living room to once again settle into the couch. He glanced at her as she sat with her legs crossed, concentrated on blowing on her moderately hot beverage, while the light from the moon peeked through the curtains of the balcony door, illuminating her face ever so slightly. Since when did he start noticing these things? Looking away to set his eyes on the TV in front of them, he sensed his heart beating at an usual rhythm, palpitating, and along with it came slight lightheadedness. Was he having a heart attack? Were these signs of atrial fibrillation? Or was this simply the start of an anxiety attack? Surely any of these would be more...recognisable, to say the least. The only situation he could think of with similar reactions was when one would develop a crush. A fucking crush? At his age? How old was he, ten? “Earth to Corpse? Please don’t tell me you’re one of those people who sleep with their eyes open, that’s fucking creepy.” Her finger snaps pulled him out of whatever trance he was in. “Sorry, were you saying something?” “I asked you if you had watched Bly Manor like three times. You were very far away.” she answered, emitting a few giggles. “Sorry, I uh- I was thinking of something, but it’s stupid. And no, I haven’t, I’ve been meaning to, though.” And just like that, they settled on the show they were going to watch for the next couple of weeks.

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“NOOOOOOO,” (Y/N) yelled, voicing her defeat “WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF LUCK IS THIS.” Corpse lay on the floor, slamming his palm down onto it out of hysterical laughter. They had been playing Unmatched for the past hour, this being their third round, and after many cards and a level of tension that could only be cut through with a saw, his Robin Hood had finally defeated her Alice. It was Corpse’s first time playing, so to say that his winning of all three games was a crushing moment for her was an understatement. “This is not normal, you lied saying you’ve never played before!” she pouted, putting everything back into the box, “I’m usually really good at this game.”

He wiped the tears from his eyes, struggling to keep a good composure. “I’m sorry, I guess I’ve found my talent,” he joked, but he did feel bad for stealing her thunder, “Would it make you feel better if I said that my Robin Hood is, like, extremely hurt right now? You have a fucking gigantic knife as a weapon, I only have, like, a bow and arrow. That’s kind of unfair.” (Y/N) bit her lip in hesitation, then picked up her figurine and lightly tapped it along the table to approach his. Putting Alice at a slight angle, she made a kissing sound as to imitate her character smooching his. “There, a kiss to make it better. I promise not to hurt you too much if you let me win next time.” 

The same strange feeling he had experienced for the first time two months ago, when they were sitting on the couch of her living room, and many more times after that, had come back. He would’ve blamed it on heartburn, except it was nothing like it. It wasn’t anything he was used to. “Hey, you alright?” (Y/N) furrowed her brows in concern “You’ve been doing that a lot lately, rubbing your chest like that.” Fuck. He had never noticed the habit he had developed. “I’m fine, just me and my heart problems, nothing unusual.” Filthy liar. Brows still furrowed, she moved closer to him and, with her legs tucked under her, she put her hand above his heart to check. “Jesus, Corpse, your heart is going a million miles per hour! Are you sure you’re okay?”

Looking up at him, she noticed how red he had suddenly become, and this worried her even more. “Bubs, you’re literally changing colours.” How did she expect him not to when she was doing this? (Y/N) further inspected his condition and put the back of her hand on his forehead, then his cheeks, to check his temperature. Expectedly, he was getting warmer. She stopped for a second and listened intently, only to hear his shallow breathing fill the silence. She then glanced down at his left hand resting on his thigh, and surely enough, found it trembling. “Alright, Corpse? Hey, can you hear me?”

His breathing only picked up its pace as the seconds went by. On the spur of the moment, (Y/N) placed herself in front of him, her legs on either side, and gently cradled his head. “Corpse, darling, I’m gonna need you to look at me, okay? Focus on me, focus on my breathing, mm?” He forced himself to tear his gaze away from the ground and did as he was told, eyes darting around, analysing her expression. He’s never found himself having an attack in her presence, it was surprising how well she was handling it.

Wait- darling? Bubs? “Now, can you name four things that you see? Can you do that for me?” He briefly scanned the room for answers, his mind still cluttered. “The fridge, the couch, the light and-” Did she mean to call him that? It was probably nothing, she could be using it with any of her friends for all he knew. He wasn’t special. “and the game, the board game. On the table.” “Good, now can you name three things you hear?” This one took a lot of concentration, there weren’t many obvious sounds for him to point out. “The motorcycle outside, your hands rubbing against my skin, uh-” What the fuck else? Was he losing his mind? The task was simple enough, why was he having so much trouble with it? “I’m sorry, I- I don’t hear anything else.” “No, it’s okay. You’re doing splendid, see? Your breathing is much more stable.” she reassured him, squeezing his upper arms.

“Lastly, can you give me two things you can smell?” Nodding, he closed his eyes. “The coffee you drank earlier.” It took him a moment to come up with something else, and just as she was about to get off of his lap, figuring he had done a good enough job, she heard him mumble “your perfume”. Scared he’d get another attack, Corpse avoided looking into her eyes, which he could feel the gaze of. He only picked up on the scent from her shifting closer in the last second. “That’s funny, I had forgotten to put perfume on this morning.” 

#corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #corpse husband x you #corpse x you #corpse husband x y/n #corpse x y/n #corpse husband fic

[victorluvsalice]

AU Thursday: Fallout of Darkness Does Far Harbor

Hey, I did a post for Nuka-World (under the old “Tell Me Where To Find Shelter”) name, and I’m up to the point in Jon of Many A True Nerd’s Survival Playthrough where he’s doing Far Harbor (I’m watching it when I work out), so I figured I could share a few ideas:

-->As stated in the Nuka-World post, I’m picturing the trip to the Island and Far Harbor to be a post-game adventure, with the Institute already defeated and whatnot. This would be a Victor, Alice, Nick, and -- after they meet him and become friendly -- Old Longfellow adventure, and I don’t picture them coming back to the mainland until they’re done.

-->I think Victor would immediately feel protective of Kasumi the tinkerer, and they’d end up bonding over their love of fixing things and modding items.

-->Similarly, he’d get along well with the Mariner, not only getting her the needed supplies but actively helping to reinforce the Hull and bouncing some of his ideas off her. The Mariner would be pleasantly surprised by this mainlander’s enthusiasm for her project! (Alice of course would help out too, but this is mainly a Victor project.)

-->DiMA: Do you think you could be a synth?

Victor: I wondered for a bit after learning about the Gen-3s, but my awesome vampire girlfriend used Auspex on me and told me I’m not.

DiMA: . . .

Alice: Yes, you look slightly different to me with that than normal humans. On the plus side I’m pretty sure this confirms synths have souls?

DiMA: . . .ANYWAY

-->Once the need to infiltrate the Children of Atom comes up, Victor goes and drinks from the spring to do their special rite, following the Mother and getting thoroughly creeped out in the process. . .and then, once he finally comes out of it, he finds that something, uh, happened to him beyond the spooky quest. Something a bit -- fishy.

Something like he’s suddenly got gills now.

Otherwise known as “I’m not taking any ranks of Aquaboy until then because it amuses me to picture Victor somehow mutating from a combination of stress, radiation, and proximity to another eldritch abomination and him freaking out about it.” XD

-->Oh, yes, there are more eldritch abominations in play! Because I’ve had a vague thought about the Mother of the Fog and the Children of Atom. One that ties back into everyone’s favorite World of Darkness.

Namely, I’m thinking the Mother is a Gaia pushed completely over the edge by the Great War two centuries ago -- and the Children of Atom technically a werewolf tribe. The members immune to radiation are either latent Garou or Kinfolk, with Tektus being very willing to explode into his Crinos wolfman warform to top off his sermons.

Alice, as you can imagine, is not happy about this. Any time she spends around the Children of Atom is the worst time of her life as she waits for them to start hunting her down. (Fortunately, they’re more obsessed with spreading the Fog than sniffing out vampires, but given what the Fog does, it’s kind of a lateral move in the end.)

-->The gang is going to try to get a relatively peaceful end out of this whole mess -- I’m thinking they can stop Far Harbor and Acadia from going to war, simply because Victor is a helpful sort and will get on everyone’s good sides in both camps, but I’m not sure how they’re going to handle the Nucleus. One thing’s for sure -- DiMA’s kill-and-replace plan ain’t gonna work here!

-->Oh, and by the way -- you know that quest in the hotel, where you’re investigating a murder among a bunch of rich-and-famous robobrains? Yeah, Victor takes on that quest -- even pulls out the Silver Shroud outfit to play “proper” detective (Nick: Do you take that thing EVERYWHERE just to annoy me?! Victor: Not JUST to annoy you). But almost the minute he gets to the hotel, this happens:

Seemingly random woman robobrain: Victor?

Nick and Alice: [heads swiveling toward Victor] ?

Victor, dumbfounded: Mother?

Nick and Alice: [heads swiveling back to the robobrain] ?!?

Yuuuup, William and Nell are in that vault, as robobrains. They were vacationing on the island when the bombs dropped, and Nell got them in there by impersonating another couple. I’m actually considering making her the murderer, with her motive being the victim was close to finding out the truth. Naturally Victor has a lot of feelings about all this, most of them “why the fuck were my parents allowed to survive when Victoria and Emily weren’t?”

-->Victor: [as they leave the Island] All in favor of never, ever leaving the Commonwealth again?

Alice and Nick: [raise hands]

#tell me where to find shelter #fallout of darkness #far harbor #fallout 4 #yes that 'the children of atom are werewolves' thing has been in my mind for a while #I don't know as much about Werewolf but I just like the idea that #the nuclear war was the last straw for whatever was left of Gaia's sanity #and the reason the world is still a half-dead irradiated hellhole is #well that's what Gaia thinks humans WANT #and yes Victor is just a magnet for 'gifts' from eldritch beings #he just stands in the corner and screams for a while once he realizes about the gills #I mean they're actually super useful and in the end he's happy for them but #it's a lot you know #it's a lot #ooh and yes William and Nell as robobrains #THAT'S been a thing for a while too #Victor probably hates me at this point #sorry buddy. . . #and yes Alice can use Auspex to tell synth from human #but that sort of thing probably needs its own post? #queued

[chicagocityfclanspromoblog]

Helena Stone → Alexandra Daddario  → Hunter

→ Basic Information

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthday: November 1st

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Religion: Methodist

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→ Her Personality

(one to two paragraphs)

→ Her Personal Facts

Occupation: Hunter - Focused on Orphan and Shadow Vampires

Scars: None

Tattoos: Questioning

Two Likes: Loyalty and Trivia Nights

Two Dislikes: Recklessness and Magic

Two Fears: Falling in love with a supernatural and Arranged Marriages

Two Hobbies: Falconry and Roaming the Underground

Three Positive Traits: Dauntlessness, Strong-Minded, Witty

Three Negative Traits: Stubborn, Judgmental, Savage

→ Her Connections

Parent Names:

Connor Stone (Father): Helena and Connor’s relationship has had its ups and downs throughout the years, but overall, they have what Helena believes to be one of the strongest parental bonds of the entire Stone family. Connor will do whatever it takes to protect Helena and the members of his family. They both love, support and look after each other.

Valerie Stone (Mother): Valerie is a human that married into their family for love but quickly divorced her father, Connor when she caught a real glimpse of a hunter’s life. Valerie was always willing to do whatever it takes to support herself and her daughter, even if it meant working numerous double shifts as at Lily’s to keep their household running smoothly. However, Connor eventually won their custody battle and Helena hasn’t seen her mother since; it’s been about 17 years.

Thea Stone (Step Mother): It had been only Connor and Helena for a long time before Thea popped into their bubble. Helena doesn’t hate Thea but she also doesn’t need a mother or a caregiver. She appreciates that Helena doesn’t try to force herself onto her and respects her space but at times she wishes Thea would.

Sibling Names:

None

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

Colin Colt (Interested/Crush): Helena genuinely likes Colin. She has fucked up a lot in terms of articulating her attraction but refuses to give up. Colin is 12 years older than her but Thea is also 12 years younger than her father.

Megan Colt (Entertainment): Helena identifies as bisexual but has yet to tell her family or friends. She isn’t looking for a serious or long term relationship with a woman. Which works out fine for Megan. Megan was a safe option and is willing to keep what they do hidden. Lately, Helena has been unsure, wondering if Megan plans on using her for blackmail and information down the line.

Aleksander Mazur (Unsure): Alexsander has been nothing but friendly and flirty with her but Helena is sure that he knows she is a hunter. Alexsander isn’t one of her targets and she has decided to entertain him for the time being. She is however surprised that she has taken a liking to him and looks forward to spending time Underground. Deep down she is terrorized by her attraction to him but is unable to stop herself from wanting more.  

Platonic Connections:

James Stone (Cousin): James is an inattentive joke of a leader. He doesn’t see what they’re doing and Helena and Rebecca are better off for it. She knows Rebecca is somewhat reluctant to leave her brothers, but she knows all they’ll do is hold them back.

Paul Stone (Cousin): Paul is too bad on his own, but he’s perpetuating the Stone’s misogyny. Marrying himself to some pretty hunter girl to go pump out babies and run his own city. He stays out of her way, which is all she wants.

Mary Ametheon nee Stone (Aunt): Helena isn’t close with her aunt and often tries to stay away from her. She’s always watching and observing and Helena has a feeling she’d figure out what she is doing in the dark of the night.

Rebecca Stone (Cousin/Best Friend): Helena and Rebecca were raised together and are undeniably best friends forever. Their unwavering friendship is known by the entire family, and though the two have gone through rough patches, they always come through it in the end with their bond even stronger than ever. Secretly, the two have been plotting to gather their own money and set out on their own. They know they’re destined to be married off and forced into another family, so they’re finding their own way out. Helena and Rebecca have begun taking hits, as well as selling on the black market to fund their get away.

Alice Colt (Friend): Alice is as ruthless as she is. One of the most capable and deadly Colts, she can hunt almost as well as Helena. They secretly met Underground before embarking on hunts together to keep James off of their trail.

Raven Jenkins (Friend): Raven seems too cute and nice to be a hunter but with Jenkins and Anderson blood in her, she has proven herself worthy of Helena’s time. She has learned a lot from Raven and in turn has taught Raven a thing or two about vampires. They are constantly sharing information and new finds.

Marquis Anderson (Friend): Alice and Raven introduced Helena to Marquis. Just like Raven, Marquis is very skilled but doesn’t seem to have the passion or drive for hunting. Alice uses him as muscle and Helena has started to also.

Dan Prior (Curious): Helena has caught Dan staring at her a few times while she was Underground. Randomly, she noticed him from across the street one night above ground, staring at her. Helena doesn’t fear him but is curious as to who he is and what he wants. She found out his name was Dan from one of the bartenders at Cryptic Nightclub and that he is one of Getta’s. Helena hasn’t shared this information with anyone yet and wants to see how close she can get to him.

Hostile Connections:

D.W. Colt (Hate): Helena was devastated when she found out Colin was getting married to a human. She did everything she could to shake the human off of him but nothing worked. Seeing how D.W treats Colin and hearing doubts from Alice has added fuel to Helena’s fire. She’s plotting out ways to get rid of D.W.

Averill Sookram (Dislike): Averill ruined Helena’s pursuit of a shadow vampire. Her intelligence didn’t come back correct, therefore she didn’t know the shadow vampire was fucking a powerful warlock. Helena isn’t ashamed that she got her ass handed to her because she survived and lived to tell her tale.

Simon Brodeur (Possible Target): She and Becca killed the nimble’s mate a few months back for a client’s pelt collection. He’s trying to get an investigation into her death launched, which may be bad for her. She’s contemplating killing him to make the problem disappear.

Pets:

None

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#alexandra daddario #open roleplay #hunter rpg #city rpg #new rpg

[chicagocityofclans]

Helena Stone → Alexandra Daddario  → Hunter

→ Basic Information 

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual 

Birthday: November 1st

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Religion: Methodist

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Occupation: Hunter - Focused on Orphan and Shadow Vampires 

Scars: None

Tattoos: Questioning 

Two Likes: Loyalty and Trivia Nights

Two Dislikes: Recklessness and Magic

Two Fears: Falling in love with a supernatural and Arranged Marriages

Two Hobbies: Falconry and Roaming the Underground

Three Positive Traits: Dauntlessness, Strong-Minded, Witty

Three Negative Traits: Stubborn, Judgmental, Savage

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Parent Names:

Connor Stone (Father): Helena and Connor’s relationship has had its ups and downs throughout the years, but overall, they have what Helena believes to be one of the strongest parental bonds of the entire Stone family. Connor will do whatever it takes to protect Helena and the members of his family. They both love, support and look after each other. 

Valerie Stone (Mother): Valerie is a human that married into their family for love but quickly divorced her father, Connor when she caught a real glimpse of a hunter's life. Valerie was always willing to do whatever it takes to support herself and her daughter, even if it meant working numerous double shifts as at Lily’s to keep their household running smoothly. However, Connor eventually won their custody battle and Helena hasn’t seen her mother since; it's been about 17 years. 

Thea Stone (Step Mother): It had been only Connor and Helena for a long time before Thea popped into their bubble. Helena doesn’t hate Thea but she also doesn’t need a mother or a caregiver. She appreciates that Helena doesn’t try to force herself onto her and respects her space but at times she wishes Thea would. 

Sibling Names:

None

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

Colin Colt (Interested/Crush): Helena genuinely likes Colin. She has fucked up a lot in terms of articulating her attraction but refuses to give up. Colin is 12 years older than her but Thea is also 12 years younger than her father. 

Megan Colt (Entertainment): Helena identifies as bisexual but has yet to tell her family or friends. She isn’t looking for a serious or long term relationship with a woman. Which works out fine for Megan. Megan was a safe option and is willing to keep what they do hidden. Lately, Helena has been unsure, wondering if Megan plans on using her for blackmail and information down the line.

Aleksander Mazur (Unsure): Alexsander has been nothing but friendly and flirty with her but Helena is sure that he knows she is a hunter. Alexsander isn’t one of her targets and she has decided to entertain him for the time being. She is however surprised that she has taken a liking to him and looks forward to spending time Underground. Deep down she is terrorized by her attraction to him but is unable to stop herself from wanting more.  

Platonic Connections:

James Stone (Cousin): James is an inattentive joke of a leader. He doesn’t see what they’re doing and Helena and Rebecca are better off for it. She knows Rebecca is somewhat reluctant to leave her brothers, but she knows all they’ll do is hold them back. 

Paul Stone (Cousin): Paul is too bad on his own, but he’s perpetuating the Stone’s misogyny. Marrying himself to some pretty hunter girl to go pump out babies and run his own city. He stays out of her way, which is all she wants. 

Mary Ametheon nee Stone (Aunt): Helena isn’t close with her aunt and often tries to stay away from her. She’s always watching and observing and Helena has a feeling she’d figure out what she is doing in the dark of the night.

Rebecca Stone (Cousin/Best Friend): Helena and Rebecca were raised together and are undeniably best friends forever. Their unwavering friendship is known by the entire family, and though the two have gone through rough patches, they always come through it in the end with their bond even stronger than ever. Secretly, the two have been plotting to gather their own money and set out on their own. They know they’re destined to be married off and forced into another family, so they’re finding their own way out. Helena and Rebecca have begun taking hits, as well as selling on the black market to fund their get away. 

Alice Colt (Friend): Alice is as ruthless as she is. One of the most capable and deadly Colts, she can hunt almost as well as Helena. They secretly met Underground before embarking on hunts together to keep James off of their trail. 

Raven Jenkins (Friend): Raven seems too cute and nice to be a hunter but with Jenkins and Anderson blood in her, she has proven herself worthy of Helena’s time. She has learned a lot from Raven and in turn has taught Raven a thing or two about vampires. They are constantly sharing information and new finds. 

Marquis Anderson (Friend): Alice and Raven introduced Helena to Marquis. Just like Raven, Marquis is very skilled but doesn’t seem to have the passion or drive for hunting. Alice uses him as muscle and Helena has started to also. 

Dan Prior (Curious): Helena has caught Dan staring at her a few times while she was Underground. Randomly, she noticed him from across the street one night above ground, staring at her. Helena doesn’t fear him but is curious as to who he is and what he wants. She found out his name was Dan from one of the bartenders at Cryptic Nightclub and that he is one of Getta’s. Helena hasn’t shared this information with anyone yet and wants to see how close she can get to him.

Hostile Connections:

D.W. Colt (Hate): Helena was devastated when she found out Colin was getting married to a human. She did everything she could to shake the human off of him but nothing worked. Seeing how D.W treats Colin and hearing doubts from Alice has added fuel to Helena’s fire. She’s plotting out ways to get rid of D.W.

Averill Sookram (Dislike): Averill ruined Helena’s pursuit of a shadow vampire. Her intelligence didn’t come back correct, therefore she didn’t know the shadow vampire was fucking a powerful warlock. Helena isn’t ashamed that she got her ass handed to her because she survived and lived to tell her tale. 

Simon Brodeur (Possible Target): She and Becca killed the nimble’s mate a few months back for a client’s pelt collection. He’s trying to get an investigation into her death launched, which may be bad for her. She’s contemplating killing him to make the problem disappear. 

Pets:

None

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[sensenoi]

I recently reread Cruel Prince/read the B&N short story, and I had THOUGHTS:

Cardan is already drunk at the coronation because he's angsty about his least favorite brother becoming king, but he gets really drunk to the point of completely missing the coronation massacre because he's pissed about Jude. So essentially, Jude is indirectly responsible for saving his life.

I love how Jude is so shocked that Cardan is attracted to her that her first thought is that he must somehow be lying or twisting his words, while Kaye figures it out in about five seconds flat just watching them dance from a distance, before she's spoken to either one of them.

During the nixie episode, Jude thinks Cardan goes to the river's reeds to get a better look when she slips and falls in the water. He's really about to get into the river to help her if she was actually in trouble. I love how she automatically assumes the worst conclusions with him.

Cardan was probably looking for Jude under the tables after the coronation massacre. She and Taryn have a well-established habit of hiding under the tables at feasts, and he knew she would be in danger. It wasn't luck that Jude got her hands on Cardan - he was actively trying to find her.

One of the guards at Hollow Hall tells Jude and Sophie that Cardan has to return them both back this time. This raises SO MANY QUESTIONS. Cardan at the start of CP wouldn't be the type to return glamoured humans to the human world - he really does have a contempt of them, learned from Balekin and from his friends. But he also wouldn't intentionally hurt human servants either, and definitely not kill them. So what was happening there? I don't think we'll ever get answers and that upsets me a little.

When Jude first breaks into Cardan's room, she sees that he broke his pen. The pen he was writing his infamous Jude note with… so many angsty feelings.

Jude and co are literally the biggest dumbasses for not seeing the Balekin/Madoc alliance coming. Jude recognizes the spy she killed as being Madoc's and just decides not to mention it?? Jude figures out they've been misreading the blusher mushroom note and then not only fails to follow up on her investigation (to be fair, getting sidetracked to rescue Sophie is a noble cause), she fails to mention it to the Court! Sorry but the Court of Shadows is really bad at spying. Just epically bad. No wonder they mess up again in WK.

Cardan making out with random fairies while watching Jude make out with Locke is a mood and I can't believe Jude didn't figure out things sooner.

At the beginning of WK, when Grimsen is introduced, Jude mentions that Cardan had told her some info once about the Alderking's son Severin. I totally forgot that happened in CP and that we also met Severin.

I love how at the coronation and the Hollow Hall party, murder and mayhem is happening with abandon and everyone just stands around eating popcorn and watching the shenanigans unfold.

I really liked The Lost Sisters novella, but it ended a little too soon. I'm forever curious about Taryn's thought process when Jude comes in with Cardan at the Hollow Hall party.

In addition to Jude and co being unbearably bad spies, the one other major failing of the book is that it starts at the point when Jude stops giving a shit and starts fighting back. For the majority of her childhood, Jude has sat with Taryn under tables and hidden in balconies at feasts, bowed her head and bit her tongue to Cardan, and generally kept a low profile when the faeries are asshats to her. At the start of CP, Jude decides she's had enough and enters her rebellious teenage phase. Taryn says multiple times in CP that Jude fighting back "isn't like you" and is a new bad idea Jude hasn't had before. This is reinforced in The Lost Sisters. But we don't really get much of a glimpse of Jude's previously meek behavior, except at the first feast when she curtsies to Cardan. Because of this, Jude starts off in feisty rage mode, which rather lessens the effect of said mode because we don't have anything to compare it to. I wish CP had started a little earlier, so we could get a better contrast and also a better idea of how Jude survived this long if she's willing to push everyone's buttons.

It's very clear that Cardan was attracted to Jude even when he was with Nicasia, which much have pissed him off to no end. I'm so curious when he started developing feelings for Jude.

I didn't notice this so much in WK, but in CP Cardan and Jude's contrasting approaches to alcohol speaks volumes about their personalities. Jude has a low alcohol tolerance and wouldn't drink anyways because she likes to always be in control of herself and always be in a sane frame of mind. She feels like she always needs to be on her toes and can never truly relax (and is in fact kind of creeped out by how relaxed and chill she was at Locke's house). Cardan drinks in excess because he hates his life and if he's drunk he can basically forget about it. Jude is constantly aware of her shitty situation and makes copious efforts to improve it by any means possible. Cardan is unmotivated to improve his shitty situation because he believes there is no way to fix or improve it, so might as well get drunk and have fun.

It will never cease to amuse me that one of Cardan's demands in exchange for helping Jude and co stop Balekin is all the alcohol in the palace. Like, damn.

I love the part when Jude and Cardan are in class the day after she snuck into Hollow Hall and saw Balekin beat him, and she realizes he's actually in a lot of pain but pretending to be his usual chill, snarky self. And she realizes that there's been plenty of times he's come to class and has pretended he's fine when he isn't, just like her. It's a nice moment early-ish on where Jude starts to understand that she and Cardan have more in common than she'd like to think.

It's also a great scene when Jude finally tells Cardan the exact circumstances of Valerian's death. Cardan says he assumed Jude had hunted down and murdered Valerian, and I rather like that Cardan had begun to think the worst of Jude in the same way that she thought the worst of him. When she holds him at knife's point at the end of the coronation, she realizes she's smirking in the same way that Cardan usually did to her. So there's some nice continued role reversal where Cardan is taking on Jude's worst case scenario expectations. When Jude explains that Valerian actually tried to kill her again and came pretty close, Cardan realizes that he had misunderstood Jude's character. Holly Black has said that Cardan is the only person who truly understands Jude, and I think that moment is when Cardan really starts to get Jude and how she operates. He understands that Jude isn't actually as mean and nasty as she's been pretending to be, and that she must have given Valerian quite a few chances for him to have nearly strangled her.

Not a new note, but Vivi's decision to give zero fucks about anything Madoc cares about is amazing and a beauty to witness. The fact that she has maintained and sustained this kind of rebellion for ten years is honestly life goals.

Returning to the B&N short story, I quite like Kaye and I hope she and Jude become friends. But I really don't get the Kaye/Roiben dynamic. I don't think the story did a great job of making their relationship convincing, in part because the story got majorly sidetracked with playing voyeur to Jude and Cardan. Which was my favorite part of the story, but still. This is Kaye's short story, not Jude and Cardan's.

I have SO. MANY. QUESTIONS about the Ghost's motivations. After the coronation massacre, everyone is upset, but the Roach is mostly upset that they now have literally nothing without Dain while the Ghost is mostly upset that Dain is dead. So the Ghost is loyal to Dain, whereas the rest of the Court of Shadows were mostly opportunistic and loyal to the power and money that Dain could offer them. But then why would the Ghost side with Balekin and the Undersea in WK? Balekin literally killed Dain. He stabbed him straight through the chest. I can see the Ghost thinking Jude and Cardan and shitty rulers, but I can't fathom him siding with Balekin. There is clearly other things going on that will be explained in QoN, but right now I am a very confused person.

So it wasn't clear to me until after I reread CP that the original Hollow Hall plan was to drug Madoc and then have him fall asleep at the party while Jude was in the hallway letting the Court in through the window. It wasn't Jude's original intent for Madoc to follow her out, and their duel was her improvising to delay Madoc until the poison took effect. So the OG plan was just for Madoc to collapse in the party in front of everyone and for Balekin to just think this was fine and normal?! I would think that would totally freak Balekin out and maybe even lead him to cancel the party immediately, which would ruin Jude's plan.

Where are the other faerie lands?? Where do the other courts live? Jude has literally only ever been to the islands of Elfhame, but there's this massive faerie world out there that she's heard about but never been to. I'm so curious, and I have a good feeling we'll find out in QoN since the setting is ice and snow.

By the way, super curious also about how Cardan has a copy of Alice in Wonderland in his room. I guess he sees Alice as a Jude parallel. Is he more curious about Alice, the intruder in Wonderland, or about the inhabitants of Wonderland themselves? Everyone keeps commenting that Jude and Taryn's situation is like a fairytale come to life, but I think it's interesting to view their situation through an Alice in Wonderland lens. In the book, Wonderland is insane because it literally runs on dream logic, nothing makes sense, and Alice spends the entire book attempting and failing to apply human logic and reasoning to the madness she encounters. But what if Wonderland wasn't a dream, and what if Alice couldn't go back home in the end? What if Alice had to stay in Wonderland forever?

Every time Cardan tells Jude that she doesn't belong in Faerie and should leave, all I can think about is in WK, when he tells her, "I wasn't sure if I wanted you or wanted you gone from my sight so I that I would stop feeling as I did." Having read that in WK, it's so interesting to go back and see those moments in CP where Cardan is trying to get Jude to leave Faerie so he can forget about her and move on. 

When Jude first starts trying to make alliances with other courts, we get this great line: “’Take care’ he [Cardan] says, then smiles. ‘It would be very dull to have to sit here for an entire day just because you went and got yourself killed.’” Cardan admitted earlier to Jude that he smiles when he’s nervous, and I’m convinced that’s why he’s smiling here. He tells her to take care because he’s genuinely worried about her safety. Then he has an ‘oh shit my feelings are showing’ moment and backtracks by covering his slip up with an insult. 

#the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #the folk of the air #holly black #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #kaye #roiben #this is basically word vomit #if you read to the end I'm impressed

[tiny-maus-boots]

Queen of Hearts pt 5

A/N: thank you as always to my bestie and beta. she always does the posting thing for me because i’m lame and she is awesome. @chloes-yellow-cup

05. Ace High

“Wait wait wait. You telling me that Aubrey used to get down with this chick?”

Stacie nodded and took a sip of wine as she flipped through another bridal magazine. Everything seemed so extravagant and dated. She gave a sigh and tossed the magazine aside so she could try another. “Apparently. She was undercover at the time.” Cynthia Rose shook her head with a laugh and took a deep hit off a joint before holding it out to her. Stacie declined with a vague roll of her shoulder. “Nah, thanks. With the feds lurking I’d better not. I have the feeling Agent Esposito would just love to catch me at something, anything.”

She flipped another page while her friend mulled that over. She knew it was only a matter of time before one or both of them were arrested. Aubrey acted like she wasn’t bothered but Stacie was starting to get a little nervous. Cynthia Rose watched her carefully from the loveseat.

“You think because of what happened to Wes or because she still wanna hit it?”

The thought made Stacie’s nose crinkle and she shook her head. “Gross but accurate on both counts. With a healthy dose of revenge since the whole thing fucked her career.” She didn’t hold Aubrey responsible for that. That woman had chosen to alert the media, had chosen to get a warrant before she had proof and had made a fool of herself. As far as Stacie was concerned that was all on Alice not Aubrey.

“So then what are you going to do? You and Aubrey gonna bounce? I hear there’s no extradition in Djibouti.”

Stacie stopped at a picture of a woman in an ornate gown with long embroidered train and sighed. It was everything she didn’t want. Her eyes flicked up to catch CR smiling innocently at her.

“You just wanted to say Djibouti didn’t you?”

The other woman was caught with a lungful of smoke and the amused snicker quickly turned into a choking wheeze. Stacie laughed and reached out to take the joint and stub it out in the ashtray while her friend doubled over expelling puffs of smoke with each wracking cough. When she was able to get herself under control she slumped back into the seat and sighed.

“Damn Stace. For real though, what are you gonna do?”

That was the question wasn’t it? She shifted on her seat and held the open magazine out to Cynthia Rose who took it and looked over the dresses she had selected. They were simple fitted sleeveless tunic style dress with full length skirt.

“For now? Plan a wedding. Keep working with my charities. I don’t know…just keep living I suppose. What about this but in coral?”

“The dress is tight but coral? Hm, I don’t know about that color.”

Stacie looked at the dress again and gave a slow agreeing nod. Maybe coral wasn’t the right color for any dress. She wasn’t seriously worried about the investigation, just mildly worried. But she was willing to put it aside for something bigger, something like her wedding. The wedding she had always wanted instead of the one she had been forced to have. It made her giddy and just a little reckless with some of her choices. Stacie held the magazine out again at another dress, a mermaid cut monstrosity with skirting full of ruffled tulle.

“Fuchsia?”

“Look Ima let you know right now that just because I look good in every color does not mean I should be forced to wear every color. And what’s this? We in the 80s all of a sudden? I’m telling you this whole thing is one bad choice away from Jersey mob chic.”

Stacie tipped sideways on the couch, one arm around her belly as she laughed. It felt fucking fantastic to release some of that underlying tension she was still feeling. Cynthia Rose stretched out with her own magazine on the loveseat. Stacie laid there for a second before sitting up right again and picking up her discarded magazine.

“Don’t let Aubrey hear you say that.”

“What? Mob chic?”

“No, Jersey.” Cynthia Rose cut her a quick look then full on giggled. Stacie bit her lip to keep from laughing as she continued to flip through pages that she dismissed almost instantly. “You’re so easy to amuse when you’re stoned.”

“You jealous?”

“Yes.” Obviously. And apparently for more than just weed. Stacie felt herself blush at the sudden rush of sensory overload that the memory of Aubrey taking her roughly on the foyer table produced. “Okay do you really think part of Esposito’s motivation is…you know. Getting back with Aubrey? Like…”

CR gave her a mild look and raised one shoulder in a shrug. “I mean. You ain’t ever heard of revenge fucking? That shit is lit.” Stacie narrowed her eyes as she processed all of that information. “And I’m not saying I checked your girl out but I got eyes. Aubrey fine as hell. So. I don’t know, you tell me. Would you still be trying to get all up in that?”

“I hate you so much right now.” Not really, not even a little. Stacie threw a pillow at the other woman but CR easily snagged it out of the air and used it to prop herself up. “Assuming you’re right, so what? Just because she might want to fuck Aubrey doesn’t mean Aubrey wants to fuck her. I have nothing to worry about.” And even saying it she knew the words were right and she had complete faith in Aubrey. That wasn’t even really a concern.

But it still bugged her.

“I know that shit bugs you.”

“It DOES bug me!” Stacie nodded her agreement and reached out for her forgotten glass of wine. “I’m not even going to lie about it. They had a thing for a year.”

“What does Aubrey say about it?”

“Nothing. That it was business and there weren’t any feelings attached.” Her best friend gave her a look and she sighed and nodded. “No I do believe her on that. Even if there had been something at one time, there isn’t now. I just don’t like the idea that this woman is out there ready to jump right back in bed with my fiancée.”

“You say that like this bitch is outside hiding in the bushes or some shit.”

The front door opened and they both leaned to the side, craning their necks to see down the hall. Ashley, CR’s girlfriend strolled in with take-out bags full of Western Wok Chinese. She smiled widely at Stacie as she placed the bags on the kitchen counter.

“Who’s outside hiding in the bushes?” The petite brunette paused to kiss Stacie on the cheek before making her way to the loveseat to settle in with Cynthia Rose. “Are you talking about those cops across the street?”

Stacie sighed and shook her head. “No that’s just Happy. Aubrey says I should have a driver so I can enjoy my time with my friends. Really I think she just wants me to have a bodyguard…”

“No, I know about Happy. She’s in the truck playing Angry Birds. There are some cops outside across the street about three houses down. They look like feds to me.”

“How you know what federal agents look like?”

Ashley shrugged and picked up a magazine to look at a few dog eared pages. “Please they all have that sad air that’s a mixture of cult worship and superiority. They tip for shit too.”

Cynthia Rose turned to look at Stacie and blinked. All she could do was raise her shoulder in a shrug and make a vague ‘I told you so’ gesture. She hadn’t actually thought there would be agents outside or following her around but apparently so. Her friend got up from the loveseat and walked out to the front of her house. Stacie followed the other woman walked to the end of the drive and looked down the street first one way then the other.

“Are they out here?”

Happy got out of the Escalade and wandered to the edge of the drive with her usual smile in place. “Looking for the feds?”

“You knew they were there?” Of course she did. Stacie knew it was a stupid question the second it fell from her lips. “How long?”

“Since we left home. I figured you knew and if you didn’t, why worry you?” It was reasonable enough of an answer and Stacie was oddly reassured by how unperturbed Happy seemed. The blonde turned toward the parked black unmarked SUV across the street and waved.

Like magic it pulled away from the curb with a screech of wheels and roared up the street to pull up alongside them facing opposite of traffic. Agent Esposito was at the wheel and she lowered her window to give them all a hard stare down.

“Hey Ali. Long time no see huh?” Happy’s amicable small talk made them all turn to stare at the woman. She didn’t seem intimidated when she waved to the other agent sitting in the passenger seat. “You guys hot out there? It looks hot. You’re a little bit sweaty.”

“Shut it, slutbag.” Happy shut up immediately, the smile never left her face but something hard and angry glittered in her eyes for a moment. Alice turned her gaze away from Happy and pinned Stacie with it. “You having fun? Enjoying your life of leisure? You know that’s all going end for you when I bring your thug girlfriend down.”

Stacie had to resist the urge to say or do something her mother would disapprove of. That would just play into their hands. “Agents Esposito and Applebaum. Of course. Don’t you have something better to do like…catch actual criminals?” A snort broke the tense silence between them and they both turned to Cynthia Rose.

“Her? Really?”

Stacie cleared her throat and held in the amused chuckle. “Let’s go back inside, you too Happy. Let these guys get back to collecting tax payer money to sit on their asses.”

Cynthia Rose laughed and started back toward the house with a backward glance at the car. Alice’s face was a contorted with rage as she watched them walk away. They were inside the house again before CR jerked her thumb back at the car outside.

“That’s who you’re bugged about? Girl please.” She dropped herself back onto the loveseat with Ashley and reached out to pick up her lighter and joint. Ashley leaned over to light a candle sitting on the end table. “Yeah she wants to hit it.”

“Who?” Ashley took the joint from Cynthia Rose with both brows raised in question. Stacie shook her head at them as she started to open up the bags of take out. She really didn’t want to answer that question because it would be an acknowledgement of something she wasn’t ready to deal with.

“That lady agent watching us. She used to go with Aubrey but shit went bad and now she’s trying to fuck with them.”

“Her? Really?”

“Right? Stacie over here trippin’ on that.”

“Oh honey…no….”

It was said in the casual way a couple discusses mutual friends and Stacie had to smile at it. Cynthia Rose had always had girls around but they had always been here one moment and gone the next. All of them as insignificant and disposable as the last and none of them at all familiar enough with CR’s likes and dislikes to order the exact right items from the exact right restaurant. None of them familiar enough with her to tease and joke. Ashley was special.

Ashley was the one for Cynthia Rose and Stacie couldn’t be happier about it. “I know! I know. It’s dumb and I’m fully aware.”

Ashley smiled and waved Stacie back to the couch with her container of orange chicken. “Okay so let’s talk about something really important. Bachelorette parties. Are we doing the basic penis slash strap on theme with party hats or are you going to really do this up? Because I have ideas if you’re interested…”

Yeah. Ashley was kind of the perfect complement to her bestie. She understood the life they all seemed to swim through and knew exactly the right thing to focus on right then. Stacie settled with her legs criss crossed and pointed her chopsticks at Ashley. “A woman with a plan. I like it. Tell me more…”

[advernia]

around june of last year, i decided to revive my writing blog as one of the many potential stress-relief methods i could think of.... i didn’t think i’d be able to keep it active for long since work + family duties keep me preoccupied most of the time, but eyyy!!! so far i haven’t lost the motivation to keep going back to this blog, and i even managed to keep it afloat for half a year!!! amazing!!! (•̀o•́)ง

and now here we are halfway through 2020!!! it’s waaaay overdue but here’s a big T H A N K  Y O U  V E R Y  M U C H ! ! ! to everyone and anyone who dropped by this blog last year + all them likes, comments, reblogs...... please know that i’m still i n c r e d i b l y grateful for the support & interest in the content i’ve posted up!!!! tbh my activity’s still hella sporadic so it’s really amazing for me that i even gained new followers.... i’m very honored to have all of you stick around my blog despite my irregularity!!!!!!!! (༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ)

it’s also overdue, but i slowly managed and finally cleaned up the blog like i’ve been meaning to do + changed the blog name to match my ao3 handle for consistency!!! i make no promises to be super active... but i’m sure that i still want to continue writing & keep this blog alive!!!! 

again, thank you all for your time + reading my works!!!!!!  ∩( ´∀` )∩ work commentary on the rest of my works last year follows under the cut!

oct 1 // hero’s journey

a drabble on blanc + oliver about the alices... now that i think of it, calling the first alice first alice is kinda funny considering that alice is really her name... or is it? 

i do hope blanc’s route talks about her a bit, haha! i mean, i wish cybird remembers that they’ve been dropping the occasional background tidbits about her... like for example, her pocketwatch (that she gave to blanc eventually) having a magic crystal engraved into it.... her potentially leaving a fucking globe in the black army’s possession (like... wow... u fell with that thing????????)....

plus, i just find it interesting that she was remembered by cradle as a heck of a troublemaker lol! it also makes you wonder who among the main cast met her, blanc aside... though it’s not stated when exactly she fell into cradle, so maybe only blanc had the opportunity of meeting her...

so does blanc speak of her fondly bc she’s a woman, or is there something else??? has he been frequently visiting the land of reason pre-game??? has he found the first alice’s antique shop / met her again??? does he still try to figure out the reason why there’s a magic crystal engraved into the first alice’s pocketwatch????? hmmmmm......

on another note, it would be hilarious if cybird pulls a peter pan 2......... since we can’t pull off a mother-daughter relationship like wendy & jane’s, what if alice the second is somehow actually related to the first alice?? and while she’s completely different from her predecessor, blanc finds himself falling for alice the second........ just like he fell for the first alice? drama!

that’s just a random thought but kidding aside, i do hope blanc’s route is hella interesting bc i think he’s our mr. exposition for knowing more about cradle itself lol

oct 1 // fair (?) ladies & phony (?) enchanters

a result of going manic a few days after seeing harr’s trailer + route release.... ahaHAHA I’M STILL WILLING TO PLAY UR ROUTE IN JP HARR (if i actually had time to sit down and translate gET REKT)

i liked writing these drabbles and i think they’re cute but tbh they did nothing to ease my curiosity about harr’s route.... if anything else, it became even w o r s e  haha........................

if i think of blanc to have a cradle-centric route, i do hope harr’s route is magic tower-centric! naturally it will be since he’s got history there, but i hope a lot of my questions about the magic tower will be answered.....

will harr’s perspective of the magic tower be in the eyes of a test subject or a disciple???? he was scouted by the magic tower, but it wasn’t stated what he was doing exactly..... going by hints + loki’s & zero’s routes, it’s more of him being a disciple, so there’s bound to be guilt.......

hopefully alice’s characterization in his route is good + we get a fun group dynamic with loki!!! their potential.... the most(?) notorious criminal of cradle, a sought after test subject, and that one girl who nullifies all magic; a renegade trio lurking around the forbidden forest.... what an odd bunch!

oct 4 // god is a five minute hymn

a religious themed fic with lancelot & alice - tbh i don’t even know why religion was the first thing that came into mind when liz and i were talking about cultural differences, lol.

on that note though! i personally like thinking that if ever cradle had a semblance of a religion, it would be polytheistic & nature-centric, and not strictly practiced - the stratocracy of both territories i’d like to think makes it harder for religion to have a voice, much less have one that is practiced by the general population. the only thing general about it is that the religion centers or has magic crystals as an important factor... or something. yeah.

that aside, i think i specifically chose lancelot in this piece for the sole reason that his canonically stated lack of common sense, in my opinion, gives him the curiosity of a child sometimes - there’s no sense of malice or doubt, just the pure innocence of wanting to know something....... religion does that to kids, especially when introduced to it at first.

rereading the fic makes me think of the instances where when faced with dire or unsettling situations, people turn to faith as a life line.... well, i’m not sure if i had that subconsciously in mind when writing alice, but that does give a spin to it....

oct 6 // flow like the river nile

a spontaneous red army-centric fic! it certainly turned out better than i expected... i liked the formatting i used for this one!

if cybird can give us more about the pre-game suitors it would be great, tbh! and while the stuff about them in school is interesting, i’d like to see more about when they assumed their positions + combat scenes! the neutrals are special cases, but knowing more about their living conditions + daily lives is also a treat...

i was thinking of adding one last snippet about lancelot in the eyes of the reds, but i scrapped it out and switched it to alice & lancelot’s conversation about duty - it could’ve worked better if i stuck to using the what is your duty? question, but i scrapped it eventually too. ah well. it does look good enough as it is. 

oct 7 // seeking out phantoms

a mandatory(???) odd one out aka content that’s not ikerev, haha! i missed fe:a all of a sudden...

i never got around to writing properly for this fandom tho, what a shame - i’ve got some bits of pieces in my drafts that looked interesting and easy enough to pick up, and this was one of them.

robin investigating more of their plegian heritage could’ve been a good subplot tbh... i still wish there was something like a paralogue or dlc about it, bc honestly the valm arc goes a bit slow until you get to the future past revelations. ah well.

and gaius bc first husband for the win.... not like i actually had the guts to marry anyone else in my other save files lololol

nov 7 // push me off a bridge (to catch me as i fall)

my longest project of 2019, holy shit! i didn’t know i still had it in me to write something past 10k... i need more of that motivation + energy....

there’s nothing much to say about this since i blabbed about everything in the post-reading notes, but as much as i fought myself to get this done, i really enjoyed writing a long fic again! hopefully i can get myself to write another one this year...

nov 18 // beloved, beloved, let me be clear

18 sentences on zero & alice + macross frontier references! man, when i really got to the point about the earrings i was thinking of sheryl a lot....

kept it in sentences cause i didn’t have enough time to put up a decent ficlet! but i really wanted to get my screaming out of my system....... i used to do sentences + three word sentences challenges before, and doing one again was pretty fun!

but really.... zero’s route kept me happy for days???? their buildup + dynamic was something i was totally w e a k for, no joke..... thank gods the collection event was going on, bc i really made good use of my stocked chapter tickets lolol!

i was especially excited come the ball scene, and that cg..... a h a h a.... i need more of those pretty cgs where i can see alice’s face + costume change....... 

nov 20 // coloring inside the lines

jonah + alice + makeup!!!! tbh this was really fun, i enjoyed writing this one - if i remember, this was a fic that i managed to continuously work on the day i thought it up!

jonah may not be my best boy but tbh i find writing him very easy - i guess it’s because i’m very fond of characters like him!!! those uptight nobles who are as prideful as hell but can definitely live up to their name + are more capable than their bragging suggests... idk if there’s a general trope name for these doods, but i especially like analyzing their motivations + convictions!!!

i liked how i ended it, but i apparently i made an actual ending that’s now a snippet in my drafts - jonah & alice head to the ball, and somewhere along some bystanders’ flow of conversation someone drops a comment about jonah’s lips looking... quite more luscious than usual, lolol. so t h i r s t y. upon hearing this, alice can’t seem to stop smiling for some reason..... 

nov 27 // blue fields, verdant skies

a practice drabble set centric on a ray/alice development that i liked so much i made it into a series - plus, it’s black army content and honestly i need to write more of them! my red army bias is showing whoooooops

it’s a feudal + arranged marriage au, with the latter... being quite spontaneous. it’s those types of marriages where neither have even met - not even once - only to face each other come the wedding... so it’s a given that audiences from both parties are rather curious how this will turn out.

since i had the theme of fate in mind, ray was the automatic pick for the male lead. the rest of the black army is a given and for kicks, i added dean and dalim! i actually want to write about them + mousse, but since i’m still unsure on their characterizations i’ve been holding them off.... but i gave in anyway.....

alice is again named for word count convenience purposes since it’s in actual 100 words aka drabble form! i have planned scenes + an ending already in mind, but going there is pretty hard bc.... i still have to write the scenes in between + resist temptation to expand further on other scenes, haha....

initially i was planning to keep it updated here as well, but any more updates of this are on ao3 instead! the formatting looks better there instead of my blog tbh, and it also gives it a sort of muted tone to the story that works with me!

this is also the 31st fic in this blog, marking an end of the challenge liz bestowed to me lolol - since i brought this blog back to life around june, i was dared that by the end of the year, i should’ve posted more than 15 fics to add up to the initial 15 i had already posted before, thus the numbers on my fics back then.... now that i actually succeeded, i can stop counting lololol!!!! tho hopefully i can still be pretty active this year....

dec 22 // duck, duck, bullet

oliver & fenrir on guns... this probably wins as the most spontaneous idea i had on my head - tbh, i wasn’t even sure where i was going with it at first! but i’m sure i was suddenly thinking about that one detective conan movie.... then it became kid!oliver with a gun.....

i wonder if he tests the bullets at night, when he’s in adult form.... then again, kid!oliver with a gun still works.... say that because he’s a genius inventor, he made some models to serve as his shooting targets.... but another thought that amuses me more is.... blanc does the bullet testing for him!?

lololol i already thought about blanc being oliver’s live target, but i also find blanc with a gun very interesting.......... i mean, blanc certainly doesn’t look like he can fight, but who knows??? i mean, mousse is the former ace of hearts, but i still can’t imagine him fighting..... appearances can be deceiving....

the two aside, i wonder how fenrir even met oliver and got him working on his bullets........ was it through blanc or other connections???? how long have they been seller and buyer???? does anyone else commission anything from oliver?????? hmmmm.....

dec 23 // terms of surrender

i’ve been told by liz + luci + other friends that i needed to practice writing more.... cheesy fluff. i’m not sure if this sirius/alice piece counts, lol. in fact, i think it’s my definition of fluff i see here - and it translates to not exactly fluffy at all!

tho if you want me to be honest about it - when i write suitor/alice stuff, how alice was characterized in the suitor’s route is still my basis for how i’ll write her, and sirius’ alice................ haha......... i think she’s the alice that’s honestly easy to write but i choose to avoid.......... 

i don’t dislike the sirius/alice dynamic per se, tho. i do find it cute, especially if cybird stops emphasizing the issue of maturity in the relationship on alice’s side. i understand - i really do - that it’s a potential issue in the relationship, but...... that’s not the only problem you can possibly have as time passes, right?????

on another note, it’s funny that only sirius gets to be harped about the maturity due to age difference issue - setting aside blanc, who heavens know how old he is, lancelot’s 29 and since alice is presumed to be around ray + fenrir’s age, you could say that she’s 24 or even 23 to be safe.... so that makes a 5 / 6 years difference but it’s never brought up, lol. but i guess it’s because unlike lancelot, the black army’s been making sirius’ age a running gag....

anyway, this piece is pretty decent! i was thinking of something along the lines of mornings between a “married couple”.... there were two scenarios i had in mind, and i opted to write this one out first.... maybe i’ll have the second one posted up here another day.

dec 28 // a chain of black thrones

pre-game!sirius & ray and bc i was thinking a lot about the previous chosen, the former jack of spades!!! i wonder if the armies have a set age for retirement lolol... it would be awesome if there was still a chosen who’s already past his 50s or something, haha!

since sirius was constantly badgered to take on the role of king, i was also wondering about how long the black army was ‘king-less’... i mean, if the tension between both armies was really as great as they say, having no king puts the black army at a precarious position... i also thought that ‘nah, maybe there was a king or something but maybe the black army didn’t like him or something so they insisted that sirius take it instead’ but sirius’ 1st anniv. epilogue says otherwise - there really was a period that the black army had no king, wow. how the heck did they deal with that???? surely the red army saw this as a display of vulnerability....

can the black army’s chosen choose to leave their posts when they feel like it??? when they’re defeated by a challenger, what happens to them - a demotion, or do they serve under the ‘new’ chosen??? does the black army’s chosen change constantly because of their meritocracy + challenger system??? like, how do they deal with that, and do they announce their changes in chosen each council meeting??? each new question just snowballed my curiosity, whoops...

there were so many angles i thought of but i decided to settle for addressing the king-less state of the black army... through the eyes of a veteran who’s probably served many kings throughout his time of service as part of the black army’s chosen.

i gave this jack of spades character a name, actually - garret folner. maybe someday i’ll write him again, bc i actually enjoyed thinking about the present + past chosen interactions - maybe i’d think about that for the red army, but this time i find the black army’s side more interesting for this situation.

dec 29 // steadfast tin soldier

a zero/alice piece for zeroweek - i was about to post pt. 1 as a standalone, but then i just thought about how.... zero bought alice a gown.... but never got to dance with her at the day of the ball..... so i rushed to add pt. 2 haha!

with the addition of pt. 2 it looks cut short tho - i did think of putting a scene in between, but no good ideas came into mind bc i was too fascinated with the dancing scene... i swear at some point i will find myself writing a fic or a part of a fic that’s a dance scene for the rest of the ikerev suitors + alice....

this is the kind of fluff i live for, actually... i’m totally fine with the steamy content cybird throws during events + bonus stories, but if i were to be honest i say.... where’s my non-sexual intimacy????? the simple, wholesome stuff?????????????????

man, i feel hilarious for typing that out..... but well, i guess it’s a matter of different strokes for different folks, lol!

#rundown.txt #can i spam thank yous???? seriously idk what else to say ahhhh #this! blog! shall! live!!! if i do well enough updating will become a habit!!! #i need better habits than sleeping + working + spring cleaning lololol #aHA i was thinking of changing themes again bc aesTHETIC #there wasn't one that caught my eye tho... plus coding during work... get rekt #but i fooled around with pages instead and colors!!! blue's the color of the year

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Repetitive Treatment: Chapter 4

Words: 2013

Warnings: Abuse

A/N: (Y/D/N) = Your Dad’s Name; (Y/M/N) = Your Mom’s Name; Also, the law enforcement part is probably inaccurate, I’m not in law enforcement, so just going off what I know. Enjoy!

Sheriff Keller arrives at the crime scene and walks into the open door, announcing his presence to the presumed empty home. He looks around at the disaster in the living room and he can picture you being thrown against the wall where the hole is, and Alex's fist flying into the spot where the smaller hole is. He stares in disbelief at the mess in front of him. He has never understood what possesses someone to beat the person they love to a near death. He turns and gives orders to his deputies to secure the house. As they begin to do so, Keller pulls out his cell to take pictures of the crime scene, as the crime scene technicians were an hour out. Half an hour later, Sheriff Keller has all the evidence he needs, minus the victim's statement, obviously. He hears shouting coming from the direction of the front door. He trudges over. Arguing with a deputy is Alex Arbin. 

"Sheriff, what is going on? Why are deputies milling around my home?" He demands.

"Son, you are under arrest." Keller pulls out his handcuffs from their holder on his belt and listens to them click as he carefully tightens them around Alex's wrist.

"What am I under arrest for?" Keller listens as Alex yells.

"Domestic abuse. Possibly more." This shuts Alex up, and Keller is grateful. He is still coming to terms with the fact that a kid he has known for years, hit his girlfriend.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can and will be held against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been stated to you?" Tom asks.

 Alex answers in the affirmative, but he is in shock. He thought he had threatened you well enough about going to the cops. Apparently not. Although, this should be over fairly fast, after all, Alex has known Mr. Keller for years. So, he waits. He'll play the game. He pulls out his, "I'm a young person, what is going on, I don't understand" mask.

 Tom Keller asks a deputy to drive Mr. Arbin to the station before climbing into his own squad car and following them. When they arrive, he follows the teen and the deputy into an interview room.

"With your rights in mind, are you willing to talk about why we're here?"

"Yes, sir."

"Okay. Other than the charge, do you know why you are here?"

"No, sir. I don't. What's going to happen?" Alex asks, a slightly frightened look on his face.

Tom sighs and rubs his hand over his face, "You have accused of domestic abuse."

"What?" Alex's voice hitches, and his eyes dart to the left before once again landing on the sheriff. Tom catches this movement and starts to catch on to Alex's little act.

"Yeah. And that's the thing, I suppose. You're living room is trashed, and (Y/N) is in the hospital."

"I didn't lay a hand on her." Denial spews from Alex.

Tom decides to play along to Alex's performance. "Yeah. I thought so, but tell me, what really happened, Alex?"

"I don't know. We were watching some TV and then she made a comment about how ugly the character on TV was, and I know that behind the characters are real people, so I argued back saying that she didn't need to be rude. And then she blew up."

"Oh?" Tom knows he hit the sweet spot where Alex was going to do nothing but talk and not think about what he said as Alex continues.

"Yeah, she started throwing things are the room. Pictures of us, a vase my mom loves. Everything. I thought she was going to hit me, so I left because I didn't want to get injured and have to make a report."

"But what did you hit the wall with?" Keller doesn't hesitate on anything in the question or asking.

"My fists. Bloodied my knuckles." Alex stops for a moment, then glares at the Sheriff. "Wait a minute."

"You just admitted to hitting the wall, what else did you hit?"

Alex knew he was busted. "Damn it. Wait. Don't you have to wait for my parents to be here before you can question me?" Alex smirked. He thinks he has Tom in a corner.

"Alex, when was your birthday?" Alex tilts his head confused.

"Two days ago, why?"

"You're legally an adult. You turned eighteen two days ago, didn't you?" Tom shrugs carelessly.

"Fuck." Alex looks at the table. "Yes." He murmurs.

"What else?" Tom asks in frustration.

"What?" Alex doesn't quite understand the question that Keller is asking.

"Since you already admitted to hitting the wall, what else did you hit?"

 Alex realizes that Sheriff Keller knows what happened, and that he is lying. "I hit (Y/N)." No point in denying it now, Alex thinks. He wonders how this is going to end.

 "How long?" Tom growls, attempting not to slam his hands down on the table in anger.

"What?" Alex isn't trying to play the innocent card, but legitimately doesn't understand the question.

"How long has this been happening? How many times have you gotten mad at her, and used your fists or something more solid to express that emotion on her? How long have you been painting her skin with purples, blues, greens, and yellows? As if she's your own personal canvas." He growls in explanation.

"Three or four months. Maybe a little longer. I-I'm not sure." Alex's eyes had widened at the way the sheriff describes his act and the disgust Keller has for the young man almost seems tangible to him. Sheriff Keller thinks briefly that Alice Cooper would be proud of the word vomit. Tom feels disappointment, relief, and anger rush through him, the former two battling for being the winning emotion. Disappointment at the fact that Alex thought it okay to hit another person, much less his girlfriend. Relief that they wouldn't have to go through a lengthy trial and he could inform (Y/N) of this as soon as she woke up. And anger. Anger that Alex, a kid he's known and loved for years, did something this stupid and violent. Tom stands up from the table, and walks out the door. He can't be in there anymore without doing something stupid. It's kinda funny though, Tom thinks, he was so adamant about not being questioned without a parent present, yet he didn't ask for a lawyer. He chuckles humorlessly as he walks away from the interview room.

 He walks to the sally port, where his squad car remains. He crawls into the driver's seat and rests his head on the steering wheel for a moment. He wonders when small town life became such insanity. Children beating up their significant others, serial killers running around town. Fathers murdering their own children. Those same children solving mysteries better left to the police. Drugs running rampant due to a particular gang. Another gang that causes more violence, but avoids the drugs. The upper class of town creating those drugs and hiding them in maple syrup. The rival of that upper class family blackmailing the mayor. His life has become so chaotic, and suddenly, all Tom wants is to be young, in love, and have no worries again. Those had been the days. He wishes that he could turn time back sixteen years ago, when Kevin was little and the worst harm that could come to him was something extremely simple. When the worst thing Kevin worried about was when he'd get fed next, or what toy he'd play with next. With this nostalgia, came a stronger sense of relief. This was for the fact that he had not had to complete a death notification, and that he didn't have to notify your parents at all. He was glad that he'd not been standing on your door step telling your parents, people that he'd been friends with for years, that you were in the hospital and he was still investigating the cause. Because had someone else found you, he knows he would have arrived to the situation your best friend had found himself in. And Tom knows that would've been the final moment as a Sheriff for him. Seeing you on the ground, bleeding, limbs twisted at odd, unnatural angles. That would've been the case he solved only to walk away from the job to go hug his girlfriend. He has no doubts about it. He sits up, because he has good news for a broken girl and her parents. He did the one thing to help that he could. He caught her abuser.

 As Tom drives to the hospital, he wanders the dark path that is your case, though. He wonders why you never said anything, why you never spoke up, even to your best friend. Scratch that one. He understands why you never said a word to Sweet Pea. That kid was 6 feet of intimidation, especially when he was angry. Damn, that kid could melt an iceberg with his anger.  Tom knows the stereotypical reasons for someone to remain quiet about abuse. But you knew you were loved, and he thought your parents had taught you it was never the victim's fault. He finally arrives at the hospital. He parks the Crown Vic, and heads toward the main entrance. He's in uniform so the receptionist at the front desk doesn't question his presence. Until he stops at her desk. She looks over her dainty black glasses at him.

"Can I help you, sir?" she asks.

"Yes, ma'am. I was wondering if (Y/N) had been admitted?" He questions.

"Oh, yes. She has. Do you need the room number?" She chuckles quietly before answering her own question at Sheriff Keller's raised eyebrow. "Of course you do. Otherwise you wouldn't have asked. She's in room 118. Down the hall to the left."

"Thank you, ma'am." He tilts his hat down at her in gratitude. He subsequently pulls it off in habit. He follows her directions down to your room. When he stops in the doorway, he sees you laying in the bed, casts, bandages, and tubes running over your small expanse. He doesn't see your parents, but notices Sweet Pea asleep in the chair next to your bed. Sweet Pea's hair is messy, and sticks out in odd places. He walks quietly over to your bed and grasps your hand gently. He doesn't notice that Sweet Pea slowly awakens, having felt his presence in the room.

"Sheriff?" The young man asks, almost like he's afraid a spell's been cast over the room, and he doesn't want to break it.

"Hello, Sweet Pea."

"What are you doing here? Don't you have an investigation to complete?" Sweet Pea digs.

Tom ignores the dig, and responds, "It's done. He admitted to doing it. Didn't take much to break him." Sweet Pea doesn't respond. Tom turns and lets go of your hand, but not before gently tucking back into your side. As Tom meets Sweet Pea's gaze.

"How-" Sweet Pea cuts himself off, as if he can't stand to hear the rest of his question. Tom knows exactly what he's asking.

"Alex said three or four months. Maybe longer."

"Fuck." Tom admires the self-restraint the boy shows by not immediately storming off.

"I was surprised to find him alive and well, not to mention one piece." Tom raises an eyebrow.

"Couldn't very well just leave my best friend alone and fighting for her life. She lectures me enough on violence. Not lately, but I guess, before." Tom knows exactly what Sweet Pea means. He likes what he is reading between the lines. "Son, give her a few months and then give it a chance. Be gentle. You won't be able to be the rough and tumble type you are right now. You'll have to slow down a bit, and quiet down. But eventually, you'll both get there."

 Chapter One; Chapter Two; Chapter Three 

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@answer-the-sirens

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@writing-yj

@chipster-21

@serpentmo

@falling-stars-never-cry

@poolpartyingwithjaws

@nighthawk

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#riverdale #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea imagine #fp jones #sheriff tom keller #fangs #toni topaz

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“One Thing” (2 of 10)

Book: The Royal Romance (After Book Three)

Pairing: Bastien Lykel x OFC Rinda Parks Word Count: 1,320 Rating: M for Language Triggers: References to the Need for ALICE Training and School Lockdown Drills Author’s Note: Thank you to all the amazing artists whose work got me through a *really* long semester and TRR break. This is my little thank you to all of you. This series is partly to deal with my constant fears about gun violence in the United States, especially in schools. Chapters are named after songs I was listening to at the time because I’m real original like that. This one is “One Things” by Finger Eleven. *Obligatory disclaimer that Pixelberry Studios owns the TRR characters and my pocketbook with those darn diamond scenes. OFC with all her quirks is all mine. My apologies if Tumblr or I do something stupid when I try to post this. Summary: Mrs. Rinda Parks is in Valtoria for one semester as part of a teacher exchange program. She makes some friends, makes an enemy, and of course does not make the best first impression with the tall, dark, and handsome Head of Security for the Royal Guard.

*The “Keep Reading” link should be here!

Rinda looked around and saw the tired teachers roll their eyes and chat amongst themselves. Normally she would join in. August in-services were the worst. Every year it was the same: it was hot, she wasn’t ready for summer to end, and she always procrastinated and had A LOT of prep work left to do. However, this year it was different. She was in a Cordonian duchy called Valtoria, on a semester-long teacher exchange program. Part of the reason she was chosen was because of a new Cordonian initiative on school safety. Rinda shook her head sadly as she glanced around the room. They were about to receive basic lockdown information and an explanation of ALICE active shooter response training, but Rinda could tell many of the teachers thought a three-day workshop was overkill. Fuck. Even American slang was violent. There was never a school shooting in Cordonia, so they didn’t know. Queen Riley Rys knew. Anyone from America—especially any teacher or parent—knew that these trainings were the new normal. Part of Rinda wanted to scream at these teachers for their naivete while another part of her envied their innocence. Mr. Kakos, the newly promoted school “security officer” (Rinda always used mental finger quotes around Kakos’ title when she thought of him), nervously cleared his throat and welcomed the teachers back. There were a few groans and a smatter of applause. Rinda shot a glance to Laura, another teacher she was becoming friends with. Rinda muttered under her breath “Oh God. Please tell me Kakos isn’t doing this training.” Laura quietly laughed. “Lesson one. How to lock yourself out of your office.” Rinda snickered and added on: “Step two, how misplace your laptop that isn’t password protected. God, whose dick did he ride to get this job?” She covered her mouth and bit into her finger, desperately trying to stifle her laughter. Rinda didn’t make a good first impression with Kakos. On her second day she was about to wave her ID to unlock the door and enter the school when he came running up, ordering her to hold the door for him. Because she was new, Rinda didn’t recognize him and wouldn’t let him in. She calmly explained that if he would give her his name she would find another staff member to come to the door and let him in. Kakos’ face turned purple with rage as he snarled “Don’t you know who I am? I AM THE SECURITY OFFICER!” Rinda stood in silent shock, unsure if he was fucking with her, if this was part of a secret safety assessment exercise, or he was a complete ass. In the past week Rinda was beginning to realize it was the latter. Actually, that wasn’t quite right. He was a complete and total incompetent ass. Suddenly a shadow loomed over Rinda and Laura, and they heard a cough of disapproval behind them that immediately silenced their giggles. Rinda turned around and saw a tall man in a suit shaking his head with disgust. Shit, thought Rinda. So much for making a good impression—and I’m the one who is supposed to help with the school’s safety program. She gave the tall stranger a sheepish grin, mouthed a “sorry,” and turned back to face Kakos. Mr. Kakos continued on . . . “and it is my pleasure to announce today’s presenter, Mr. Bastien Lykel, Head of Security for the Cordonian Royal Guard.” The tall man behind then began to walk toward the stage. “Oh . . . fuck” Laura whispered. “You think?” Rinda groaned in a hoarse whisper. “I’m the one who was invited by the queen and is supposed to help promote this stuff. And I’m the one who just got reprimanded by the FUCKING HEAD OF SECURITY for the Royal Guard. Yeah, ‘fuck’ doesn’t even begin to cover it.” “No,” said Laura. “Just. Look at him.” Now that he was in front of the room Rinda got a better look at and gave an appreciative laugh. “Okay, yeah. Tall, dark, and handsome. I’ll give you that.” Laura shot her a disapproving look. “I know you miss Jameson, but my God. Would you just stop for a moment and LOOK AT HIM? I mean. Fuck . . . me . . . please.” Rinda flashed Laura a wicked grin. “Maybe tomorrow you’d like to sit at the front of the class? Stay after school to get some extra credit?” Laura shrugged her shoulders. “Works for me.” Bastien had a deep voice and commanding presence that immediately silenced the room. “I know that today is meant to be an introduction with an overview of lockdown procedures, but I would actually like to begin with some basic self-defense moves so I can see where we’re all at. I’ll need a couple of volunteers . . .” Rinda groaned and did the obligatory hand raise. Time to make nice with Mr. Bastien Lykel of the King’s Royal Guard.

. . . . .

The Cordonian Teacher Exchange was Queen Riley’s idea. The focus of her reign was education, and since it was important to her that Cordonian teachers exchange ideas with educators from other countries, the exchange between Mrs. Rinda Parks from the United States and Ms. Sarah Mellis from Cordonia came to fruition. Part of the education reform included increased school security, and that’s why Queen Riley convinced King Liam that Bastien should be in charge of training that week. Although Bastien had years of self-defense and active shooter training, he wasn’t as familiar with school safety. But that didn’t matter. Queen Riley asked, and they both knew that he was still indebted to her. Besides, Valtoria Primary School was part of the pilot program, and King Liam and Queen Riley Rys would be visiting the school in October. This was also a chance for Bastien to begin security preparations. But first he had to get through this three-day summer workshop with a gym full of educators who thought he could teach them how to save the world. Bastien shook his head. He couldn’t imagine what it was like to teach in America. He knew the stress of keeping people safe and the toll it took. But for him it was a calling, an honor to protect his King. These teachers? No. They shouldn’t have to deal with that kind of responsibility.

. . . . .

After the first day of training Bastien got back to his temporary office, shrugged off his suit coat and loosened his tie. It was only Monday, and he had two more days. He shook his head. Actually, the training wasn’t so bad. The teachers were responsive to the training and a few showed real potential. It was Kakos who was the problem. Fucking incompetent ass. Bastien chuckled when he thought about the teachers in the back row who were cracking jokes about Kakos and laughing. Bastien had leaned in to hear what they were saying, and it made him shake his head, knowing what they were whispering about Kakos was probably true. Even the hiring process and his quick promotion were questionable, so Kakos was another thing Bastien needed to investigate this week. 

Bastien remembered snorting with disgust at Kakos—a sound he immediately tried to hide with an ineffective cough. He thought about the look of panic when one of them turned around and saw him, and how she immediately raised her hand when he later asked for a volunteer. She had grabbed her friend, forcing the other teacher to join them at the front of the room. Bastien couldn’t resist raising an eyebrow and pointedly thanking the ladies for being so willing to volunteer. He saw them squirm, knowing that he now had their full attention, while Kakos gave a triumphant grin. Yes, Bastien thought. He could manage the teachers. It was Kakos who was going to be a problem.

#bastien lykel #choices trr #rinda parks

[theonceoverthinker]

Wish Hook Week: Day 4 - Favorite Relationship

Damn, this season has left us with plenty of characters to choose from for this entry!

...But dammit, I’m a sucker for my FoeTP!

Get over here, you glorious bastards!

Something that I don’t think we got in the six seasons was Rumple and Killian honest to God working together. I mean, we saw it...but not really. They worked together tangentially, which - don’t get me wrong - was fine.

The thing is, there was so much potential seeing these two bitter rivals working together. Killian and Rumple complement each other in a very unique ways, and that’s what I adore about them and their dynamic as a whole. Killian’s charming and likable. He’s the kind of guy who makes someone want to open up by choice and he’s strong enough to be a threat without magic. Rumple, on the other hand, while not popular in the public eye by any means, is willing to do what he needs to to get things done, and has the abilities (Read: magic) required to fulfill his own needs. He’ll push someone to the brink and manipulate them and forge all kinds of crazy and sleazy alliances to ensure that he gets what he wants. What happens when these two are on the same side and more over, have to rely on one another?

Well, we got that this season, and it’s been glorious!!!!

Killian and Rumple’s cursed personalities, Rogers and Weaver, working together, more than any other spoiler that we got for Season 7, had me squeeing like a fangirl whose OTP just got made canon. And not only were they going to be coworker, but they were going to be cops - a job that requires the qualities that make Rumple and Killian so interesting to begin with? Fuck...I was ready.

Look, I’m a Golden Hook shipper above most others. This season was always going to be my fucking Christmas, and wow boy - it’s delivered in spades.

“A Pirate’s Life” was a dream come true episode for me, and not just for the CS stuff (Though that did help). The Rogers and Weaver content was through the roof. Nearly every scene the two had were with each other in the forefront and were all character-driven, and the scenes they didn’t share had each other present through their stunning characterizations.

Weaver presented Rogers with his first real conflict of the season: Whether or not to betray Henry. Now, while I’m pretty sure we all knew that Rogers wasn’t about to lose his job because of spoilers for upcoming episodes, what it meant for his partnership with Weaver was uncertain and thus, put on the line. It certainly wasn’t helped knowing that Wish Killian was only just starting his redemption in the flashback.

Things had already ended badly during Henry’s test in the premiere…

How would it go for Rogers?

Well, Rogers was indeed successful morally, choosing to maintain his integrity over cowering to Belfrey’s whims for more opportunities concerning his missing girl case.

But what was to happen between him and Weaver?

This scene was a gem and really set the tone for their partnership. Rogers was left guessing just about everything about his new partner, but showed that he remained on equal footing to Weaver by its conclusion. And Weaver was left as mysterious, but not at all without nobility. You can see that inkling of Rogers sneaking into Weaver too, as directly presented in the next scene with Weaver and Belfrey. There’s trust between the two of them, as tenuous as it is. Rogers clearly does revere Weaver as a cop, and Weaver is impressed by Rogers’ code and persistence. There are definitely bumps too, as to be expected of two personalities such as theirs, regardless of the state of their memories.

Speaking of...

I really wish that we had gotten more of Weaver before he woke up. His character felt so distinct from Rumple’s and seeing a relationship between the two of them deprived of a good chunk of their animosity was intriguing. Not to mention, for as similar as Rumple and Weaver are, I wanted to know more about Weaver’s end goal. Why did he want Rogers’ moral code? How did Tilly fit in to all of this? How would Weaver have played into The Power Trio of Regina, Henry, and Killian and the resolution of the Eloise Gardener case?

But ah well. The past is the past, and our present with them is pretty sweet.

Robert Carlyle expertly communicates the shift in his feelings towards their partnership. You see that slight bit of venom when he first wakes up when he yells at Rogers.

But surprisingly, that’s not all.

There’s also compassion, as demonstrated by the scene in the evidence room, one I dissected on day one of Wish Hook Week, which I’ll put here if you want to read it.

We see it again, now in The Enchanted Forest, with The White Elephant in “The Eight Witch.” “All magic comes with a price.” That’s been Rumple’s motto since the fourth episode of the series! But do you notice something during that scene?

There is no price. Rumple just hands Killian the White Elephant, an item with literally no negative consequences apart from its scarcity.

At this point, it’s unclear whether or not this show of kindness is for Killian’s benefit or Alice’s. Now, I’m sure it’s for Alice. In fact, I think she’s the very reason he ended up scaly again. Alice - and later, Tilly - are undeniably their common ground.

But one can’t help but believe that there’s a modicum of concern for Killian too. For me, it’s the “protect you from your bloody self” line from a few episodes prior that sells it. Perhaps it comes from a respect for Killian as a fellow parent, or perhaps even a genuine, yet I emphasize low and unorthodox, camaraderie that formed over the eight-year time skip concerning Alice’s well being.

Whatever the case, something far from hatred has formed between the two of them, and it culminates in Rumple trusting Rogers with his motives in “One Little Tear.” I think that this is so important, especially for Rumple. Over the past six seasons, Rumple has never been one to ask for help if he could at all help it. But here, after being screwed over by Tremaine and bearing witness to Rogers - a good, yet in many way, naive cop - practically begging to be let in, Rumple decides to change his tune. He puts forth the effort to let someone help him, and, as well as he can given the circumstances, tells Rogers of his desire to be reunited with his wife.

And Rogers - as unbelievable as that story is to him - does indeed believe Weaver. That’s really saying something considering the bulk of Rogers time this episode was spent investigating Weaver and the findings were overall pretty rough on Weaver’s credibility. But Rogers can tell when Weaver’s being vulnerable and putting himself out there, and chooses to put his faith in his partner.

From there, the two now continue their investigations together - this time with a new level of respect and a stronger level of trust between the two of them. In addition, Rumple has regained at least some aspect of Tilly’s trust back through Rogers and Rogers, through Weaver, is finally getting some of the answers he’s spent the season looking for. This is what I mean about their qualities complementing each others and blending together, and I sincerely hope we get to see more of them.

For me, this relationship is the best mix of old and new. Rogers and Weaver are not friends, and that doesn’t change when Rumple comes back into the mix. There’s still harshness between them and snips and snaps galore. But there’s something new here too, and it’s something that keeps their dynamic fresh. And it all plays out with the chemistry between Robert Carlyle and Colin O’Donoghue. Their performances make you feel and see the meaning behind their every expression they convey and word they say, and when you mix them together, sparks fly like a firework show in Disney World.

I don’t know what these final episodes hold for the two of these characters - what role Rogers/Killian will play in Rumple’s death, how Alice brought them and continues to bring them together out of the ashes of their rivalry, or what their partnership will mean for the Coven of Eight. But whatever it is, as long as they’re together, it will be something that nobody - especially not me - will want to miss.

#whook week #ouat #wish hook #killian jones #detective rogers #detective weaver #rogers #weaver #rogers and weaver #golden hook #rumple #rumpelstiltskin #captain crocodile #captain hook

[imagine-loki]

Irked

Title: Irked

Author lokilover9 Chapter 8

Warning: Teen

Original Imagine: Imagine due to having highly effective telekinesis, Tony Stark seeks you out and hires you. Loki’s been forced to live there by Odin and help on missions when needed, making penance to Midgardians. Prior to moving into the Tower, you learn of his superior and arrogant attitude and upon being introduced, immediately dislike him. Particularly because he looks at you like your his next meal.

Tony had been collaborating with Phil and several others for almost three weeks when requesting Loki, Shandi, Natasha and Clint for a meeting in the main staff room. All sat clueless as to why when he and Thor entered.

“Good morning everyone, I’ll get right down to business. I’m sure you’re all familiar with an old ‘acquaintance’ or preferably an ‘asswhole’ I once knew named Obadiah Stane?” They nodded and he continued. “It would appear said asswhole sold one, or possibly more copies of the technology for my Sonic Tasers while alive.”

Shandi seemed unsure of what he was referring to so Loki spoke up. “It’s a weapon that incapacitates one by exposing them to a specific sonic frequency.”

Everyone stared at him with raised brows, including Tony. “I’m impressed Cactus.”

Loki responded matter of factly. “It’s wise, to one’s best ability, to be educated on the weapons of our enemies. Is it not?”

Tony’s brows furrowed and Loki rolled his eyes.

“I mean when we were as such? To remain prepared for war, we were taught as Asier princes to learn what we could of the arsenals of other realms.” He looked to Thor. “Correct?”

Thor nodded. “That is true.”

“Fine.” Said Tony. “On a forward note, an investigation of the criminals from the last bank robbery Cactus halted, lead to the investigation of a particular street gang. The leader’s home was eventually searched and twenty prototypes of my Tasers were found hidden in a ‘secret’ sub room off this idiots basement, amongst several other illegal weapons.”

“Shit.” Said Clint.

“It gets worse.” Said Tony. “He wouldn’t talk and when questioning his counterparts, we discovered one was not only seventeen, but an illegal immigrant whose mother and younger sister are too. After a year of living in here squalor, he was befriended by another member and offered a job. Desperate, the kid took it.”

“Oh no.” Said Nat. “Tell me S.H.I.E.L.D didn’t?”

Tony shook his head. “No, he was terrified and wouldn’t talk either. With no proof he’d committed any crimes, I convinced S.H.I.E.L.D to let him go and agreed to ‘keep an eye on him?’”

Nat smiled and nodded, suspecting what he’d done. “Details?”

“Later Toots, I’m short on time.”

“Carry on then.”

“So yeah. This kid had overheard some conversations amongst his so called peers and after ‘pressuring’ these bastards and S.H.I.E.L.D doing some further investigating, it was discovered these prototypes may be connected to a ‘Mr. Shamus O'Donnell’ of the O’Donnells of New Jersey.”

Clint sat back in his chair. “You’re shittin’ me.”

Tony shook his head. “I’m afraid not my friend.”

“Who is this person?” Asked Shandi.

“He’s a Federal Court Judge Doll.”

“His father was a Supreme Court Judge.” Said Clint.

“Yep. Shamus Sr. was found shot to death on a country road with his mistress in the late seventies and the murder was never solved. It was rumored shortly after he had links to organized crime, but nothing was ever proven.”

“Were he and Obadiah connected in any way?” Asked Nat.

“Good question. Out of concern for my company, I did some investigating into Stanes financial activities after his death. He sat in on four high stakes poker games in Vegas and L.A. two years prior and on a hunch, I recently obtained a guest list from his hotels. Shamus was there on three out of the four occasions. A coinkidink, don’t ya think?”

“I’ll say. So now what?”

“Shamus resides in the Palisades. As it turns out, I’ve a friend who owns a house there he rarely uses.” He looked to Loki and Shandi. “You two are now Mr. and Mrs. Clifford and Elizabeth Bradshaw, who will be renting the place until searching for your own home after your baby is born.” Then he turned to Nat and Clint. “And you two are Gustav and Ella Shriner, a retired couple in their fifties, who will be renting a nearby cottage for the summer.”

Shandi cleared her throat. “Might I ask something Tony?”

“Sure.”

“Is the mission actually expected to take that long?”

“Hopefully not Doll, but the house is high atop a hill. When you need a break from Loki, you can shove him off the balcony that overlooks the woods and watch him roll down.”

She pursed her lips in a smirk. “I was just curious.”

Loki rolled his eyes then snickered at Clint and Nat. “He he. You two have to wear troublesome disguises.”

“Seriously?” Said Tony. “Let discuss yours.” What he said next wasn’t spoken rudely, just firmly and to the point. “Out of concern for trust issues I still have with you, I sent big brother here to visit dear old dad and learned something very interesting. As a result, he’s now put Heimdall on higher alert. If you even ‘attempt’ to use ‘any’ kind of trickery to slip through my fingers, or intentionally screw up this mission, you’re back in Asgard. Is that clear?”

Not once did Loki look away from him and responded with no rudeness, or sarcasm in his tone. “I understand completely, but what did you learn?”

They’re eyes remained locked while Tony attempted to read any disdain within Lokis. “I’ll get back to that. Let’s finish with O’Donell first.” He re addressed everyone. “We’ve learned Shamus is quite the snob and very choosy of his friends. Only a select few are ever invited to his house and it’s rumored many have desired to be on that list.”

“Why?” Asked Shandi.

“He and his wife are the pillars of their community. To be accepted by him means you’re ‘special’ and could gain you prestige amongst others like them.”

“Oh brother.” Said Nat. “Time to polish your sharp wit Loki.”

“Apparently so.” He replied. “And thank you for the compliment.”

“It’s not only sharp wit you’ll need to hopefully earn a step through his door.” Said Thor. “Shamus is quite the intellect and is known to choose his peers based on theirs. We know of some hobbies he enjoys and learning what you can of them could be good conversation openers.”

“If this man is so snobby, how will I get chance to interact with him?”

“Through the wife.” Said Tony. “Alice is said to be much friendlier and adores children, especially babies.” He looked at Shandi. “Which is where you come in. We’re hoping your pregnancy will spark a friendship, eventually earning you both a step through the door.”

“He must be ‘very’ snobby if that’s our only hope. How did you learn all of this so fast?” She asked.

“S.H.I.E.L.D found some previous maids who were willing to reveal what they’d learned of the couple. They’ve no clue why the information was requested, but were pissed they couldn’t tell us more. Not only does Shamus rule the household, but he’s very secretive and very sneaky. Each claimed he sexually harassed them, yet were too afraid to report it.”

“Sounds like a real peach.” Said Shandi. “So how will I get a chance to interact with Alice?”

“It’s a tight knit community Doll and she’s very curious of newcomers. You and Loki will need to be seen amidst it every day prior to the county fair, so she can learn of your existence. Her closest friend owns a maternity store in town and after the grocery store on your first day, this should be your next stop. That’s when you four meet for the first time and Nat will strike up a conversation. I’ll explain more later, but what’s to happen during this encounter is ‘extremely’ important because of your empathy bellies.”

“When’s the county fair?”

“In two weeks.”

Loki was grinning inside like a Cheshire Cat, yet hid it extremely well.

“Alice and her friends are famous for their baked goods there.” Tony continued. “Hopefully, you can strike up a conversation with her and get the ball rolling. Without any definitive proof against Shamus, you and Loki are our only hope of getting this done quickly without anyone knowing we were involved. Legally, it could be disastrous.”

After Tony explained all the remaining details, everyone watched with curiosity as he presented a magazine before Loki. “And now back to what I’ve learned about you.”

“Designer Suits 2017. What’s this for?” He asked.

“Father was uncertain if Tony knew of your shape shifting abilities and I was told to inform him.” Said Thor.

Loki remained silent as everyone’s mouths fell open.

“Holy fuck.” Said Clint. “And I thought the clones were clever.”

Shandi still hadn’t completely processed either of the God’s natural abilities, including Lokis clones, so this really had her baffled. “P..pardon? How can one..I mean…”

Nat slid a hand over her forearm and she went quiet.

“Hence Heimdalls thicker glasses Doll.” Said Tony. He looked back at Loki and gestured towards the magazine. “Now pick a model likenes please?”

Loki gandered through it and chose a man with wavy Raven hair that was cut just below the ears. His lips were a little fuller, face a little rounder, body a tad more muscular, but his skin tone and height were the same. “May I at least keep my own eye color?” He asked.

Tony crossed his arms. “Let’s make a deal, shall we? As I’m so familiar with how annoying you can often be, promise you’ll refrain from being so to your new ‘wife’ and you may keep your shiny emeralds. If not, I’ll come toss you over that balcony myself.”

“What makes you think I annoy her now?”

“Oh I don’t know.” Said Tony. “Her abrupt concern for the missions length maybe?”

“Let him keep them.” Said Shandi. “Even if he becomes so, he’s nothing I can’t handle.” Everyone cackled when the front legs of Lokis chair hastily lifted from the floor, tilting him backwards and his limbs slightly flailed. She stared at him while still addressing Tony. “See? It’s all good.”

‘Very amusing darling.’ Loki Thought. ‘I do love a challenge.’

Tony replied with a smirk. “Okay then. All of you need to come to S.H.I.E.L.D for ID photos.” He handed everyone but Loki a duffle bag. “You’re dismissed Cactus until everyone’s ready. Can you stay behind a minute Shandi?”

Loki was the last one out and purposely left the door open. “Thank you God of annoyance!” Tony shouted.

“You’re welcome Tin Lips! Kisses!”

Tony got up and closed it. “Blech, where’s Caps shield when I need it. Nice move with the chair by the way.”

Shandi chuckled. “Thanks.”

“You are aware this is Lokis first mission, right?”

“Yes.”

Are you ‘sure’ you don’t mind working with him? He may be an arse of sorts and I can switch you with up with Nat.”

“He might be dead before the fair then.”

Tony thought about that for a minute. “True, good point.”

She chuckled at him again. “I’m okay with it, honest.”

“Alright then Doll, I just wanted to make sure.” He headed for the door. “Nat will show you how to properly apply your wig, contacts and makeup. She’s probably already at your door.”

He opened it and Nat was staring at him.

“Or she’s stalking me outside mine.”

“You’ve set that kid and his family up haven’t you.”

The three began walking together.

“Right, details.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Last I heard, they disappeared.”

“Uh huh. Suuure they did Tony.”

“Honest. For all I know, they could be in another state, starting whole new lives..with brand new identities.”

Both women smiled and Nat nudged him with her elbow. “I always knew the Tin Man had a heart.”

“Yeah well, don’t be spreading that around as I’ve a reputation to keep up. Genius, billionaire, playboy..infamous hard ass. You know the drill.”

Nats brows rose. “Playboy? Does Pepper know this is still a hobby?”

“Yeah boss.” Said Shandi. “What up with that?”

“You ladies aren’t going to snitch on me are you?”

They spoke in unison. “We are.”

Tony shrugged his shoulders. “Okay. We can always pretend I never said that, right?”

They spoke in unison again. “Good idea boss.”

Tony stared at them as they walked away. “That was weird.”

#Loki #Angst #God of Mischief #Submitted fic #submission #irked #chapter 8 #lokilover9 #tony stark #hires #odin #mission #penance #tower #superior #arrogant #introduced #dislike

[victorluvsalice]

AU Thursday: Lovecraft Jazz, Meet Deadly Premonition

All right -- I brought this up twice last week, both in a regular AU Thursday post and as part of a discussion of Hope's role in the Lovecraft Jazz AU (Hope, for those not in the know, is the Queen Wins!Victor's Pomeranian. He first appeared in an ask on my first Secundus!Victor RP account (I'd started Queen Wins as a separate universe there) as the Annoying Dog from Undertale, crashing through the window of Richard's shop; QW!Victor promptly adopted the pup, and he's stuck around doing weird things in anon asks ever since. I made him a Pom when I recreated the Valice pets in Sims 4 since that seemed to best mimic what the Annoying Dog looked like), so let's have some expansion on this crossover idea already.

First, for context: Deadly Premonition is a video game where you play as FBI agent Francis York Morgan (call him York, that's what everyone calls him), who goes to small town Greenvale to investigate the murder of a young waitress, and how it ties into some other murders he's been investigating, all linked by red seeds. Simple enough premise, right?

Trust me, this game is so much more. It's a flawed classic along the lines of Vampire: the Masquerade -- Bloodlines -- the game itself is janky and glitchy as all hell, but the story and characters are absolutely fantastic. My main LPer Helloween4545 did a LP of it recently, and you can watch it here if you want the experience without having to fight with the controls/deal with the game crashing on you. If you like the show Twin Peaks, or just really quirky and dramatic stuff with super inappropriate music at times, you'll probably enjoy it!

As for the crossover -- well, basically, beyond shifting the time period to the late 1920s, I'd be using my gang to fix some of the more depressing parts of the narrative. The details are going under a cut, because MAJOR SPOILERS. Seriously, huge ones. Tweaked for the time period a bit, but still. Read on only if you don't mind that. (Or watch the LP and save this post for later.)

-->The group first meets York as part of the Innsmouth mess -- he's one of the BoI agents investigating the "smuggling operation" going on there. They get along pretty well, since York is considered kind of a weirdo by his other agents, and he's the only one not particularly phased by Siren. (He's a little surprised, but gets over it quickly.)

-->Later on, while exploring the Dreamlands, Alice stumbles across one of York's dreams and says hello. York tells her he's on his way to Greenvale to investigate the murder of a young girl named Anna Graham -- Alice, upon realizing Greenvale isn't too far from where they are currently, says they'll meet up with him there and they can do a bit of reconnecting when he isn't busy with his case.

-->And then the group gets pulled into said case, thanks to a few key events:

A) Emily meeting the local policewoman, Emily Wyatt, and the two bonding a bit over having the same first name

B) Victor meeting Forrest Kaysen, and his dog Willie hating Victor's dog Hope on sight -- the feeling is mutual, and the two men just barely avoid a dog fight. Victor is baffled, as Hope seemed to like everybody before now

C) Lizzie visiting the club of Carol Maclaine, the sister of local policeman Thomas, and stumbling upon the weird sex dungeon downstairs -- and then being hidden in a closet by Thomas (dressed in a wig and red dress) before she can escape, letting her see that Thomas and the local sheriff, George Woodman, have kind of a -- fucked-up sexual relationship. Thomas apologizes after George leaves, and Lizzie, feeling really bad for him, says he can talk if he needs to and that "Thomas, just remember -- you really CAN do better"

D) Victor starting to have strange dreams of following Hope through a bright white forest -- and then, suddenly, coming across the murder victim! Anna tells him she's become a Goddess of the Forest and to pass along to her mother that she's okay now and she's sorry for getting involved with George.

-->That, plus a little more encouragement on Lizzie's part, gets Thomas to confess the truth -- GEORGE killed Anna as the first part of a ritual to make him into a "god," inspired by the legend of an old serial killer in the town, The Red Cape Killer. He also says local girl Becky was part of their little group and she's likely to be the next victim -- there's a race to her house, and they manage to catch George in the act of cutting her open. Some hasty field medicine from Bonejangles keeps her alive long enough to get her to the local hospital, and George is taken into custody.

-->However, while everyone's relieved that they've caught the killer, York isn't so sure his case is over. He reveals that the reason he's in Greenvale is because Anna's death is only the latest in dozens of murders he's investigating, all linked by the same strange upside-down symbol and red seeds. While he's willing to accept George committed the Greenvale murder, there's obviously more to this story. The gang do some digging, and eventually get help from Harry Stewart, the richest and most powerful man in town, who informs them of a dark incident in the town's past where someone covered Greenvale in a sinister purple fog that drove the local inhabitants to attack and kill each other. The Red Cape Killer was one of the affected (Harry's own father, in fact), and simply the most successful. The incident was buried in town memory, and the Red Cape Killer lived on as an urban legend.

-->While all this is going on, they also learn more about York's friend Zach -- a mysterious invisible figure who apparently came to York shortly after York's father murdered his mother, then himself. Alice wonders if Zach is like her Wonderland friends and offers to help him traverse the Dreamlands if he wants to get out more -- this leads to a rather interesting situation where they end up in one of Thomas's dreams, and Zach proves that, while York's into Emily W, he quite likes Thomas. Thomas, still a little raw from the situation with George, is thrilled by this turn of events, even if he's not sure how the heck any relationship between them would work.

-->And then Kaysen tries to kidnap the two Emilys, Victoria, Alice, and Lizzie. They manage to fight him off (though poor Emily W gets a mouthful of red seeds in the process and has to be taken to the hospital). Turns out he's the one behind the red seed killings, murdering innocent women by literally planting trees in them -- all for fun too! He's also the one behind the purple fog incident -- oh, and turns out he's the one who actually killed York's, or rather Zach's, mother, and his father killed himself out of grief. Yes, Zach is actually the original owner of the body, and York the Dreamland presence who came along to help him. Everyone's rather stunned by this revelation, as you might expect.

-->Oh, also, Kaysen's not human. He's in fact a minor eldritch creature from the Red Forest, an evil realm in the Dreamlands. Willie is his partner and handler, relaying orders from the Red Tree that "rules" the forest. When they're confronted, they warp into more horrific forms -- in Willie's case, a demonic Doberman-like creature.

And then Hope becomes a frigging wolf.

Yup, turns out in this world, Hope is a representative of the White Forest, the good counterpart to the Red Forest (and the place Victor's been ending up in his dreams lately) -- and he is eager to kick Willie's ass. Zach takes care of Kaysen while Hope defeats Willie, with some help from the other members of the group.

-->Afterwards, Hope brings everyone to the White Forest, where they receive some information on how to cleanse the town of the Red Tree's taint -- and, ideally, as a boon, Zach and York each get their own body so they don't have to work out some sort of weird timeshare arrangement for their respective relationships.

-->York reunites with Emily W, Zach and Thomas get together, and the group helps the townsfolk clean the soil and uproot every red tree they can find before planting some white trees in their place and taking their leave to help the next unfortunate place beseiged by abominations.

-->Basically, the whole point of this is to stop every main character besides Zach dying (although I guess York doesn't so much die as ascend to the same plane as the Goddesses), and to get my police boyfriends because damn it I shipped Thomas and York so freaking hard before the revelation that Thomas had been so broken by the murders and George's abuse he was willing to kill Emily W.

...Anybody else find it weird I'm resorting to a Lovecraft-inspired universe to get happy endings?

#lovecraft jazz AU #deadly premonition #spoilers #spoiler alert #obviously stuff will have to be tweaked if this ever becomes a thing #things refitted to the time period and suchlike #I'm keeping Emily W as a policewoman though #she's pretty awesome and I want her to stay that way #oh Thomas I so wish things had turned out better in your court #*sigh* #if you're wondering where Siren is I don't picture her involved in this one #she's probably in Arkham at the moment with her -- #well that's the subject of another post :p #queued

[loki-subterfuge]

CHAPTER 8 Tony had been collaborating with Phil and several others for almost three weeks when requesting Loki, Shandi, Natasha and Clint for a meeting in the main staff room. All sat clueless as to why when he and Thor entered. “Good morning everyone, I'll get right down to business. I'm sure you're all familiar with an old ‘acquaintance’ or preferably an ‘asswhole’ I once knew named Obadiah Stane?” They nodded and he continued. “It would appear said asswhole sold one, or possibly more copies of the technology for my Sonic Tasers while alive.” Shandi seemed unsure of what he was referring to so Loki spoke up. “It's a weapon that incapacitates one by exposing them to a specific sonic frequency.” Everyone stared at him with raised brows, including Tony. “I'm impressed Cactus.” Loki responded matter of factly. “It's wise, to one's best ability, to be educated on the weapons of our enemies. Is it not?” Tony's brows furrowed and Loki rolled his eyes. “I mean when we were as such? To remain prepared for war, we were taught as Asier princes to learn what we could of the arsenals of other realms.” He looked to Thor. “Correct?” Thor nodded. “That is true.” “Fine.” Said Tony. “On a forward note, an investigation of the criminals from the last bank robbery Cactus halted, lead to the investigation of a particular street gang. The leader's home was eventually searched and twenty prototypes of my Tasers were found hidden in a ‘secret’ sub room off this idiots basement, amongst several other illegal weapons.” “Shit.” Said Clint. “It gets worse.” Said Tony. “He wouldn't talk and when questioning his counterparts, we discovered one was not only seventeen, but an illegal immigrant whose mother and younger sister are too. After a year of living in here squalor, he was befriended by another member and offered a job. Desperate, the kid took it.” “Oh no.” Said Nat. “Tell me S.H.I.E.L.D didn't?” Tony shook his head. “No, he was terrified and wouldn't talk either. With no proof he'd committed any crimes, I convinced S.H.I.E.L.D to let him go and agreed to ‘keep an eye on him?’” Nat smiled and nodded, suspecting what he'd done. “Details?” “Later Toots, I'm short on time.” “Carry on then.” “So yeah. This kid had overheard some conversations amongst his so called peers and after ‘pressuring’ these bastards and S.H.I.E.L.D doing some further investigating, it was discovered these prototypes may be connected to a ‘Mr. Shamus O'Donnell’ of the O’Donnells of New Jersey.” Clint sat back in his chair. “You're shittin’ me.” Tony shook his head. “I'm afraid not my friend.” “Who is this person?” Asked Shandi. “He's a Federal Court Judge Doll.” “His father was a Supreme Court Judge.” Said Clint. “Yep. Shamus Sr. was found shot to death on a country road with his mistress in the late seventies and the murder was never solved. It was rumored shortly after he had links to organized crime, but nothing was ever proven.” “Were he and Obadiah connected in any way?” Asked Nat. “Good question. Out of concern for my company, I did some investigating into Stanes financial activities after his death. He sat in on four high stakes poker games in Vegas and L.A. two years prior and on a hunch, I recently obtained a guest list from his hotels. Shamus was there on three out of the four occasions. A coinkidink, don't ya think?” “I'll say. So now what?” “Shamus resides in the Palisades. As it turns out, I've a friend who owns a house there he rarely uses.” He looked to Loki and Shandi. “You two are now Mr. and Mrs. Clifford and Elizabeth Bradshaw, who will be renting the place until searching for your own home after your baby is born.” Then he turned to Nat and Clint. “And you two are Gustav and Ella Shriner, a retired couple in their fifties, who will be renting a nearby cottage for the summer.” Shandi cleared her throat. “Might I ask something Tony?” “Sure.” “Is the mission actually expected to take that long?” “Hopefully not Doll, but the house is high atop a hill. When you need a break from Loki, you can shove him off the balcony that overlooks the woods and watch him roll down.” She pursed her lips in a smirk. “I was just curious.” Loki rolled his eyes then snickered at Clint and Nat. “He he. You two have to wear troublesome disguises.” “Seriously?” Said Tony. “Let discuss yours.” What he said next wasn't spoken rudely, just firmly and to the point. “Out of concern for trust issues I still have with you, I sent big brother here to visit dear old dad and learned something very interesting. As a result, he's now put Heimdall on higher alert. If you even ‘attempt’ to use ‘any’ kind of trickery to slip through my fingers, or intentionally screw up this mission, you're back in Asgard. Is that clear?” Not once did Loki look away from him and responded with no rudeness, or sarcasm in his tone. “I understand completely, but what did you learn?” They're eyes remained locked while Tony attempted to read any disdain within Lokis. “I'll get back to that. Let's finish with O’Donell first.” He re addressed everyone. “We've learned Shamus is quite the snob and very choosy of his friends. Only a select few are ever invited to his house and it's rumored many have desired to be on that list.” “Why?” Asked Shandi. “He and his wife are the pillars of their community. To be accepted by him means you're ‘special’ and could gain you prestige amongst others like them.” “Oh brother.” Said Nat. “Time to polish your sharp wit Loki.” “Apparently so.” He replied. “And thank you for the compliment.” “It's not only sharp wit you'll need to hopefully earn a step through his door.” Said Thor. “Shamus is quite the intellect and is known to choose his peers based on theirs. We know of some hobbies he enjoys and learning what you can of them could be good conversation openers.” “If this man is so snobby, how will I get chance to interact with him?” “Through the wife.” Said Tony. “Alice is said to be much friendlier and adores children, especially babies.” He looked at Shandi. “Which is where you come in. We're hoping your pregnancy will spark a friendship, eventually earning you both a step through the door.” “He must be ‘very’ snobby if that's our only hope. How did you learn all of this so fast?” She asked. “S.H.I.E.L.D found some previous maids who were willing to reveal what they'd learned of the couple. They've no clue why the information was requested, but were pissed they couldn't tell us more. Not only does Shamus rule the household, but he's very secretive and sneaky. Each claimed he sexually harassed them, yet were too afraid to report it.” “Sounds like a real gentleman.” Said Shandi. “So how will I get a chance to interact with Alice?” “It's a tight knit community Doll and she's very curious of newcomers. You and Loki will need to be seen amidst it every day before the county fair, so she can learn of your existence. Her closest friend owns a maternity store in town and after the grocery store on your first day, this should be your next stop.” He gestured towards Nat and Clint. That's when you four meet for the first time. I'll explain more why soon, but what's to happen during this encounter is ‘extremely’ important because of your empathy bellies.” “When’s the county fair?” “In two weeks.” Loki was grinning inside like a Cheshire Cat. “Alice and her friends are famous for their baked goods there.” Tony continued. “Hopefully, you can strike up a conversation with her and get the ball rolling. Without any definitive proof against Shamus, you and Loki are our only hope of getting this done quickly without anyone knowing we were involved. Legally, it could be disastrous.” After Tony explained all the remaining details, everyone watched with curiosity as he presented a magazine before Loki. “And now back to what I've learned about you.” “Designer Suits 2017. What's this for?” He asked. “Father was uncertain if Tony knew of your shape shifting abilities and I was told to inform him.” Said Thor. Loki remained silent as everyone's mouths fell open. “Holy fuck.” Said Clint. “And I thought the clones were clever.” Shandi still hadn't completely processed either of the God's natural abilities, including Lokis clones, so this really had her baffled. “P..pardon? How can one..I mean…” Nat slid a hand over her forearm and she went quiet. “Hence Heimdalls thicker glasses Doll.” Said Tony. He looked back at Loki, gesturing towards the magazine. “Now pick a model likeness please?” Loki gandered through it and chose a man with wavy Raven hair that was cut just below the ears. His lips were a little fuller, face a little rounder, body a tad more muscular, but his skin tone and height were the same. “May I at least keep my own eye color?” He asked. Tony crossed his arms. “Let's make a deal, shall we? As I'm so familiar with how annoying you can often be, promise you’ll refrain from being so to your new ‘wife’ and you may keep your shiny emeralds. If not, I'll come toss you over that balcony myself.” “What makes you think I annoy her now?” “Oh I don't know.” Said Tony. “Her abrupt concern for the missions length maybe?” “Let him keep them.” Said Shandi. “Even if he becomes so, he's nothing I can't handle.” Everyone cackled when the front legs of Lokis chair hastily lifted from the floor, tilting him backwards and his limbs slightly flailed. She stared at him while addressing Tony. “See? It's all good.” ‘Very amusing darling.’ He Thought. ‘I do love a challenge.’ Tony replied with a smirk. “Okay then. All of you need to come to S.H.I.E.L.D for ID photos.” He handed everyone but Loki a duffle bag. “You're dismissed Cactus until everyone's ready. Can you stay behind a minute Shandi?” Loki was the last one out and purposely left the door open. “Thank you God of annoyance!” Tony shouted. “You're welcome Tin Lips! Kisses!” Tony got up and closed it. “Blech, where's Caps shield when I need it. Nice move with the chair by the way.” Shandi chuckled. “Thanks.” “You are aware this is Lokis first mission, right?” “Yes.” Are you ‘sure’ you don't mind working with him? He may be an arse of sorts and I can switch you with up with Nat.” “He might be dead before the fair then.” Tony thought about that for a minute. “True, good point.” She chuckled at him again. “I’m okay with it, honest.” “Alright then Doll, I just wanted to make sure.” He headed for the door. “Nat will show you how to properly apply your wig, contacts and makeup. She's probably already at your door.” He opened it and Nat was staring at him. “Or she’s stalking me outside mine.” “You've set that kid and his family up haven't you.” The three began walking together. “Right, details.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Last I heard, they disappeared.” “Uh huh. Suuure they did Tony.” “Honest. For all I know, they could be in another state, starting whole new lives..with brand new identities.” Both women smiled and Nat nudged him with her elbow. “I always knew the Tin Man had a heart.” “Yeah well, don't be spreading that around as I've a reputation to keep up. Genius, billionaire, playboy..infamous hard ass. You know the drill.” Nats brows rose. “Playboy? Does Pepper know this is still a hobby?” “Yeah boss.” Said Shandi. “What up with that?” “You ladies aren't going to snitch on me are you?” They spoke in unison. “We are.” “Okay. Can't we pretend I never said that?” They spoke in unison again. “Good idea boss.” Tony stared at them as they walked away. “That was weird.”

[emotchalla]

You Really Got Me

Requested by @carleyspn : Hi :) I wanted to see if you could do a Dean Winchester imagine about their on a case & the girl their interviewing is into Dean & the reader becomes jealous & starts being clingy to him. I would love if you did that :), add anything you want. Thanks

A/N: I feel so bad for how delayed this is but y’all can never say I don’t deliver. (Lol yes you can this took me like 3 months) Anyway, I absolutely loved this request and I can’t get over this cuteness! I’m currently fighting a cold & have no motivation to learn my lines or do my homework so I wrote this up instead.

Summary: You and Dean are investigating a haunted hotel where the hotel owner’s daughter isn’t quite getting the message that Dean isn’t up for grabs.

Warnings: Jealousy, Fluff!!!

Word Count: 1,591

I wanted to kick Dean’s ass. He hadn’t actually done anything, and I really didn’t have a reason to be upset with him, but I was so damn frustrated and he wasn’t picking up on it…and that made me want to lash out.

Dean and I were on a case in Chicago, investigating a hotel that was said to be haunted. People were having run of the mill 2AM phone calls with no voice on the other line, messages written in blood on the bathroom mirror, the occasional hotel guest waking up to find themselves in a place different from where they went to bed. We’d assumed it was a pissed off poltergeist. Now all we needed was to get proof. It wasn’t a difficult case to solve, and I’d joined Dean and Sam on enough hunts to know how things went by now.

Flirting with our clients wasn’t a part of the routine.

For the past few hours, Dean and I had been interviewing Patrick Brown and his daughter Natalie, trying to get their opinion on what had been going on with their hotel. Sam was researching at the library, trying to dig up some history about the land the hotel was built on. Our plan had been to meet up later with evidence Dean and I had gathered from our interview and Sam’s library findings. Everything was going fine until Natalie started flirting with Dean in front of me and her father.

And like the clueless fool he was, Dean hadn’t picked up on the signs.

“Do you want more coffee, Mr. Robinson?” Natalie asks Dean, batting her eyelashes.

I takes everything in me not to scoff at the pseudonym Dean has chosen for himself this time. Today, he’s Mr. Eric Robinson, Attorney at Law. I’m his assistant. Initially, it took a bit of convincing Mr. Brown that he was at risk of a major law suit because of the distress many of his customers had experienced to get him to talk to us. We were met with the usual “I already have a lawyer,” and “No one has tried to sue yet so why bother?” which made much of the morning entertaining. Natalie kept her mouth shut for the first hour or so. “No thank you sweetheart. Why don’t you think a little harder about the question I asked you?”

Dean’s gruff voice snaps me back into attention. I glare at him as he offers a friendly smile to Natalie who simply simpers in response.

“Could you repeat the question again, Sir?” she asks, biting her lip as she looks up at Dean through her eyelashes.

Why that little— Dean chuckles, irritating me more.

“Sure. What unusual things have you noticed happening around the hotel in the past few weeks?” Dean asks.

Natalie takes a moment to think. I roll my eyes and sigh. Dean glances at me out of the corner of his eye but I shake my head. I won’t do this here. Natalie leans across the table, closer to Dean.

“If I’m being honest, it’s been pretty scary. It would have been nice to have someone like you here sooner. I’m scared to sleep alone at night.”

That’s it.

“How unfortunate, Miss Brown,” I interrupt cooly, daring her to keep going.

“Y/N,” Dean warns under his breath.

Natalie’s eyes widen and she sits back in her chair. I smirk at how flustered she is. Serves her right. Dean runs a hand over his face and sighs.

“Excuse my assistant, ma’am,” he apologizes.

I kick his foot under the table. Assistant my ass. Natalie gets up from the table and retreats into the kitchen. As we hear the clanking of dishes, Dean shoots me a look that screams what the fuck, Y/N? I shrug. Natalie returns a few seconds later with a plate of chocolate cake in her hands.

“Sorry, I got a little hungry. You don’t mind, do you?” she blinks her damn eyelashes at Dean again.

He smiles gently at her.

“Of course not. I have a few more questions to ask, if you don’t mind? And then we’ll be done for the day.”

“Anything for you, Mr. Robinson,” she purrs.

“Great,” Dean says, oblivious to what she’s doing. “Now how would you be able to describe some of the haunts you said you’ve encountered?”

She picks up some cake on her fork and slowly brings it to her mouth, closing her mouth around it in an overly sensuous bite.

“Mmm,” she hums, closing her eyes.

When she opens them, she’s giving Dean bedroom eyes. I can’t take this. I shoot up from the table and storm out into the hallway. I can hear Dean apologizing as I slam the door to the owners’ apartment behind me. I can’t believe he sat there and didn’t say anything, didn’t call her out for flirting with him right in front of me. I lean against the wall and slump down to the carpet. Natalie’s high pitched squeak of a laugh pierces through the door and I bite my tongue to stop myself from screaming. I didn’t know Dean could be this clueless. I groan and close my eyes, willing for Dean to hurry up so we can get back to our motel. I need a hot shower and a cheesy rom com marathon to get me out of this mood.

“How long are you gonna sit here and sulk?”

I open my eyes to find Dean staring down at me, eyebrows raised. Damn, he looks good in a suit. I shake my head to stop myself from thinking about how I want nothing more than to jump Dean’s bones right now. He doesn’t deserve it. Dean extends a hand to help me up from the floor, and I ignore it, using the wall to push myself up. I start to walk past Dean but he grabs my wrist, turning me to him. I expect him to be angry, but he’s staring concernedly at me.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asks, and the innocence in his eyes makes me feel like the wickedest person alive.

“No Dean,” I mutter, trying to step out of his grasp. I don’t want to talk about this here.

Dean doesn’t budge.

“Then what’s going on? What was that back there?”

I shake my head.

“Can we talk about this later? I’m tired, Dean. I want to get out of these clothes.”

He sighs and lets my wrist go. I turn away from him quickly, unable to keep looking into his eyes. I hurry down the hallway to the lobby with Dean at my heels. He mutters a half-hearted goodbye to the receptionist at the front desk before following me outside to where the Impala is parked at the hotel’s entrance. We get into the car in silence. I stare out of the window as Dean starts the car and then peels out of the driveway, on our way to the motel we’re staying at a few miles outside of the city. He doesn’t turn on the radio or try to talk to me, and the quiet is unnerving. I’m not used to noiseless car rides with Dean; he’s usually screaming along to some Alice in Chains song or talking my ear off about whatever was interesting to him that day. I can’t take this.

“I’m sorry!” I blurt out, turning to face Dean.

He keeps his eyes forward.

“I’m sorry that I got jealous and probably screwed up the case. But I just couldn’t sit there while she flirted with you like that, Dean. I mean did you even notice her hamming it up? It made me sick to my stomach!”

“Of course I noticed, Y/N,” he mutters.

“Then why didn’t you do something?”

“What could I do? Say ‘hey my girlfriend here doesn’t like it when you make googly eyes at me could you stop that?’ in the middle of an interview while I’m pretending to be a damn civil attorney? Come on, Y/N, think about how ridiculous that sounds.”

“Well you didn’t have to say it exactly like that,” I mutter.

Dean turns to look at me.

“You really are jealous,” he whispers, a smile playing at his lips.

I roll my eyes.

“I already admitted it. You aren’t getting me to say it again.”

He laughs.

“I don’t need you to, sweetheart. I hear you loud and clear.”

“What’s so damn funny?” I grumble.

“I think it’s cute. You’re all worked up for no reason,” he teases.

“This is why I don’t tell you things,” I groan, sinking back into my seat.

Dean chuckles again and reaches over to grab my hand. He brings my fingers to his lips and kisses them gently, one finger at a time. His lips move to my knuckles, and he repeats the kisses again.

“You don’t have to worry about anyone stealing me away, Y/N. You’ve always got me,” he mumbles into my skin.

I feel a blush rise to my cheeks.

“Don’t get all sappy on me, Winchester,” I whisper, trying to hide my embarrassment.

He laughs again.

“I love you sweetheart,” he says, kissing my hand again.

“I love you too,” I whisper, mostly to myself.

“I know,” he replies.

“You ass!”

I snatch my hand away from his and slap his chest. Dean only laughs again and presses his foot harder on the gas pedal. I know I won’t be hearing the end of this for a few days, at least. 

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