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ninthskzmember · 4 months

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Birthday, debut.

Word count: 1,9k.

Warnings: Kind of suggestive, a few curses, kind of fluff too.

a.n: Hi, you can call me MoonJin, I'm 23 years old and this is the first thing I am publishing. I'm really open to constructive criticism! You all can suggest me anything, and make requests too! Hope you like it. If this gets some kind of support, I'll probably make a part two. I'm so full of ideas!

July 20th, 2019.

“Moonlight, wake up.” Minho moved my legs softly, trying to wake me up. I could feel the masculine cologne in the room.

“Just five more." I rolled over to the other side of the bed, facing the wall.

“It's your solo debut day... Happy birthday, by the way.” I could hear his cheeky smile, making me smile too. I turned around, and I could see his cute, swollen face from sleeping.

“Thank you, Min.” I answered as he handed me something in the dark room, the only light coming from the almost closed door that takes you to the aisle where the other room is and then to the living room.

“Jagi-ah, happy birthday!" Hyunjin entered the room where Minho and I were with a bouquet of roses in hand, opening the door widely.

Minho and I covered our eyes in pain for the sudden hit of light after being in the dark—and asleep—for so long.

“Hwang Hyunjin, you did not have to do that." I scolded the tall one, as if he were not my sunbae.

“I know you love this kind of thing even if you try to hide it, Moon. Now you have to wake up; it's a big day in numerous ways. NINETEENS KITSCH”

The boy who is only a few months older than me is way more excited than my oppa sitting right at the side of my legs, still with his hand on my thigh from when he tried to wake me up, and I still have his gift in my hands.

“Thank you, Jinnie.” I laughed it off. “Put those in the water; I'm waking up right now.” The two pairs of eyes followed my movements as if I were some kind of weirdo. “What?”

Minho and Hyunjin looked at each other and just made some type of grin.

“Am I missing something?”

“How are you so calm?” Minho talked after a while. “When we have a comeback, you can barely shut the fuck up." He joked, and Hyunjin laughed out loud.

“I know I should be excited... And I am! I'm just... To me, you know, you guys are my everything. I know a lot of idols can't wait for their solo debuts, but, to me, it is missing eight nineths of me. I have so much fun on stage... I'm just worried I won't like it that much.” It was my turn to give a worried grin.

“Yeah, Hyunjin-ah can take it from here." Minho got up and left the room, making me laugh. That's classic Lee Know.

"Angel,” he made his way to me once we were alone after leaving the bouquet on top of my bed, even though the door was still open. “We might not be up there on stage with you, but the eight of us will be looking proudly at our girl.” He smiled sweetly at me while hugging me by the waist, pulling me closer to him.

“I know you know I know, but not everybody knows, so you should close the door at least." Felix's deep voice made it's way to our ears, and we looked at him, closing the door behind him. “Happy birthday, you annoying cunt.” My best friend did let out the brightest smile ever and opened his arms to me as I made my way to him, winning a whine from Hyunjin.

”Get over it, Hwang. She prefers me still.”

“Don't fright over me. There's enough MoonJin for everybody.”

“WHERE'S THE YOUNG LADY?" Changbin slammed open the door with so much energy that you could tell he's had a ton of caffeine, and it's not even 7 a.m.He was followed by an equally energetic Jisung.

When I see them being chaotic, I can't help but think about Crash and Eddie from The Age of Ice. The cartoon.

"I think that's me." I raised my hand shyly.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" The two of them screamed and took me from Felix's arms, who was still holding me, making a me-sandwich in between them.

“You'll kill her with your tits,” a chill Seungmin was supported by the door's frame. “You'll suffocate the birthday gal."

"She'll die happily.” Jisung added, and everybody started laughing, except for Hyunjin, whose moment with him was long forgotten.

"What's so funny?” The maknae appeared out of the blue.

“Your face." Seungmin responded with the same aura as before "Who gave you this?" He took the roses from the bed.

"Who else would?" Felix raised his eyebrows and pointed at himself, making me smile as I flashed a glance at the original person who brought it to me.

“What's got you all moody, Hyung?" Jeongin saw the movement of my eyes.

"I was wishing her a happy birthday first."

"Actually, the first one was Minho Oppa." I teased and heard a chuckle from Felix.

"He remembered?" Jeongin asked, surprised.

"Just because she's debuting today." Seungmin answered calmly.

"Well, anyway, thank you all so much for your birthday wishes... I have to get ready for the day. Thank you so much, Felix, for the bouquet." I stated, as I started pushing everyone out of the room.

"Hey, this is my room too." Changbin crossed his arms on top of his chest.

"Yeah, and mine." Felix added.

"CHRIS OPPA, THEY'RE NOT LETTING ME GET READY, AGAIN." I screamed over to our leader, whose appearance was immediate.

"Happy birthday, sunshine." he said as he gifted me a small box with a bright smile on his face.

As I opened the thing, you could see a little moon hanging from a thin chain, everything covered in gold.

"Oppa, you didn't have to..." I pouted as I went ahead and hid on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me, still smiling adorably.

"I know I didn't, but I wanted to. You're always working hard. Just a little way to show gratitude." He kissed the top of my head.

"Thank you so much. I really appreciate this. I won't ever take it off." I smiled while taking the thing out of the box, handing it to him, and turning on my back so he could put it on my neck.

I made eye contact with Hyunjin, whose face was still in a frown. Felix pouting at the moment between our leader and me, and Changbin hugging him.

"There you are." Chris took my hair and placed it on my back again. "Now, the three of you get the fuck out of here and let the girl get ready for her big day." He looked at the guys, one by one. "What even are you doing here?" He asked with a soft laugh when he saw Hyunjin taking a seat on Minho's bed.

"I was talking with her."

"You can talk with her later, Hyunjin-ah. She's already running late." Chan made a movement with his head towards the door, and the younger one rolled his eyes.

He's so moody today.

"I'll take care of him. Take the other two, please." I laughed, and Hyunjin's face softened.

Chan nodded and took Changbin and Felix with him to have breakfast in the kitchen.

"You were saying?" I smiled at a not-so-grumpy Hyunjin.

"Thank you so much, Felix, for the bouquet." he said with a funny voice, imitating me.

"You know that sentence was directed at you, silly."

"You still said Felix."

"Hey, he's still covering for us when he does not have to. You should appreciate it." I scolded the tall one.

"You didn't thank me." he pouted.

"Thank you so much, Hyunjin-ah, for the most precious bouquet anyone has ever gifted to me." I walked towards him with a sweet smile on my lips.

"That sounds like the most beautiful melody to my ears." he said, his hands back to my waist, pulling me in again.

"So you don't like Kistch at all?" I giggled

"Oh, c'mon" he said, rolling his eyes. "You can be a little Lee Know when you want to." The boy added some kind of annoyed tone to his voice.

"Yeah, I spend like... most of my day with him."

His face dropped again.

"Stop being a jealous fuck!" I pushed him playfully.

"I will when you finally admit that you're in love with him and not me."

"Oh my God, why are you so dramatic?" I really laughed out loud.

"You did not give me a good morning kiss." flashed his eyes to my lips and back to my eyes.

"I don't ever do that."

"You should start, like, right now."

"You are taking my precious time."

A knock on the door was heard.

"Moon-ssi, you really need to get going." Felix's voice again

"See, he's still covering for us. If it was Seungmin that was sent to call me, he'd just open the door and catch you asking for kisses."

"Just admit that you love everybody else but me at this point, God." he exaggerated on purpose, being even more dramatic than before.

"I'm going, Lix." I said this towards the door and placed a sweet, soft kiss on the boy's lips, winning a big, bright smile from him.

"Give me a proper kiss before I leave." He pulled me back.

As I leaned close to him, my phone started ringing.

"tall, blonde, Australian."

"I know for a fact that's not Yongbok... or Chan Hyung." Hyunjin said while his lips were still in position to receive a kiss. I took my phone and answered.

"Hey, Luke." I said while looking straight into my member's eyes as his face dropped again, making me laugh.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Three voices screamed at the phone.

"Thank youuuu~" I laughed, still wrapped around Jinnie.

"You're very welcome" Michael answered joyfully.

"It's not my birthday there yet, though."

"It is." Ashton said, adding a bit of mystery to the conversation.

"It's like two in the afternoon over there... It's still the 19th."

"Nah, it's like around seven in the morning" Luke said, like it was obvious.

"What are you talking about?" Hyunjin is plating kisses on my face and neck while

"Yeah, well. We kind of just arrived in Seoul." Ash talked again.

"YOU WHAT?" I screamed right in front of the boy's face, causing him to roll his eyes.

"Happy birthday, Luna" a shy Luke spoke. "We gotta do some airport shit; I'll talk to you later. See you at your debut! Break a leg."

"What?! But..." I didn't get to finish my sentence because he hung up the phone.

"What did you yell for?" His eyes were mid-way closed.

"Luke, Mike, and Ashton just landed here." I smiled at him.

"They really do like you, huh?" He smiled back.

"They're my friends, I guess." I looked at the clock. "Honey, I need to get ready now. I seriously need to." I planted a little longer kiss on Hyunjin's lips, and he wouldn't pull away. "Please, baby" I whispered right on top of his lips.

"Fine. But we're going out tonight." He kissed my forehead. "love you" he whispered before closing the door.

I started taking my shirt off, and he stuck his head through the door.

"What now, Hyunjin-ah?" I laughed

"Two things... First, you look fucking hot in that bra. And second, you didn't say it back" he pouted.

"So clingy" I said, rolling my eyes, and he accentuated his pout. "Love you too, pabo"

"Enough for me. Get on your knees," he joked. "I mean, get ready."

"I'm trying." I smiled, took everything, and went to the bathroom.

Part two

#stray kids #skz #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #writing #skz ninth member #reality shifting #stray kids x reader #hyunjin #hyunjin x you #hyunjin x reader

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essycogany · 5 months

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Amy’s Eye Color

Since I couldn’t get this off my mind I’ve decided to dive deep into the abyss of character design. I’ll mostly add on to what I said in my tags in the, “What Eye Color Looks Good On Amy Rose,” voting post and elaborate.

Short History

Amy’s eye color from the start of her redesign in Sonic Adventure has always been the same as Sonic’s. A warm green that use to be apart of Amy’s classic dress. Which is a nice detail in my opinion. The pink hedgehog’s eyes has been somewhat consistent with Sonic’s from official art, 3D models, to the comics.

It almost always been that way aside from Sonic X. Where her eyes are on the cooler side then Sonic’s. Jade or Emerald to be specific. Her eyes are closer to the color of jewelry. While Sonic has a warmer grassier colored green. I like jade or emerald on Amy’s eyes as well, but I want to keep the topic consistent and less complicated then it already is.

Anyways, I think the minor inconsistencies was done for artistic vision or whenever the lighting would change in the comics. To be honest I’ve noticed color inconsistencies all the time when it comes to Sonic characters. Which isn’t a bad thing. It just shows how much variety you can have when it comes to these characters.

My Thoughts On Amy’s Eye Color

I don’t mind Amy’s eyes being the same as Sonic’s. It doesn’t look bad on her and is one of the reasons her design is as iconic as it is. Especially since it’s been a part of her for so long.

But let’s get into why I personally prefer teal.

I’m no color theory expert, but I’ll do my best. Also, not every Sonic character or cartoon character period, follows these rules. Just a good majority of them do.

Sonic: Blue is a primary color and green is a secondary color. Because green complements blue Sonic’s eyes stands out. Not to mention they symbolize his energy and love for nature.

Blaze: Purple is a secondary color and gold is a primary color. Her purple fur works amazingly with her harsh gold eyes. Symbolizing her fire powers. Also I’ve noticed a few artist add a bit of a reddish orange to her and Silvers eyes and I think they look lovely.

Amy: She’s a bit complicated. Since her red dress takes up most of her design I’ll use it as Amy’s primary color. I believe teal would be a better secondary color for Amy because it stands out a bit better and is less harsh then green. It gives Amy a softer look too.

Teal and pink is also a wonderful combination in general because they balance each other out. With pink’s warmth and energy going with the teal’s calm and coolness. Giving off a more enchanted and mystical feeling to Amy’s eyes. It perfectly compliments her personality too because she’s an energetic character with a soft and sweet nature.

Here are some characters with similar color tones:

They’re not all similar characteristically, but what most of them have in common is they’re kind natured and they’ll protect the people they care about. Just like a certain pink hedgehog.

See how the eyes are the first thing you notice?

These are around what I have in mind( jade/emerald are cooler greens so they work too):

The main reason I prefer Amy’s eyes to be teal is due to a lot of amazing fan-artist. I won’t give out names, (because there’s a bunch of them) but they are so brilliant and I appreciate what they bring to the Sonic feast of wonderful art.

I’ve seen it so much to the point when I think “Amy Rose,” I see her with teal eyes. I know it’s silly, but that’s genuinely what I feel works for her. Besides I enjoy talking about weird topics like these. It keeps the mind turning, you know.

I appreciate the official artist and 3D models as well. Even if Amy’s eyes are barely ever teal, she still looks wonderful without them because of those talented people.

Conclusion

Will Amy’s eyes ever be teal? Probably not. Does any of this matter? No.

Teal eyes or not Amy Rose is a wonderful Sonic character. I hope you had fun with me on exploring this wild world of colors and character design.

Stay Creative! 💜

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musewritingsforyou · 1 year

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Love Language

*I do not own any CM characters

Summary: reader thinks about how their relationship with Spencer has evolved through touch!

Warnings: talk of past drug use, crying, angst i guess, but mostly fluff

word count: 2.2 K

A/N: this was pretty fun to write, it is mostly little flashback scenes and I love doing those. I did this after seeing @veraiconcos‘s writers challenge and thought that was super cool, all of her things are amazing so definitely check out her blog!

enjoy!!

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Spencer Reid's love language was never touch. I suppose the burden of all his knowledge is knowing exactly the amount of germs passed by a single touch, and which of those germs are alive, and which could get him sick, and which sickness could take root, and, well you get the point. When I first started at the BAU Spencer still seemed to me like a shy little kid. We were the same age, I like to tell him at least once a day, I'm actually a full month older than him. I think that's one of the many reasons that him and I became friends so fast. My first friend was of course, JJ. After all she is very close in age to me and Spencer, and is one of the first contacts I had with the BAU. She told me before I had met any of the team, that Spencer was, well, different. She made sure to warn me that he doesn't mean anything by his little actions of avoidence. It's just his way of keeping himself safe. This I understood.

The first time I was formally introduced to the team was much before I joined. The interview process is understandably long, they need to know a person before just throwing them in. After all, these people spend more time together working cases then they do in their own homes. -

“Hi, i’m Y/N , the new agent here” I shook the hands of everyone on the team but Spencers, remembering what JJ had told me. To him I smiled and gave a little wave.

“The number of pathogens that can be passed from a-” Spencer after seeing me wave to him began to do just what I suspected. When confronted with an uncomfortable situation, he began to hide behind his wall of facts.

“It's actually much safer to kiss” I continued for him and the look on his face was priceless.

“Yeah, yes, exactly.” A rose colored blush crept up onto his cheeks as he smiled at me.

“Oh great, now there's two of them” Morgan laughed at us before JJ pulled them away for another case.

The first time I saw someone actually touch Reid was when they returned home from the Tobias Hankle case. It hurt me to see Spencer (now my friend of almost four months) so absolutely traumatized. He would never say this to me or anyone else for that matter, but even at the time he came home, he was still feeling the effects of the drugs he was given.-

“Here they come, here they come” Anderson walked over to me as the team approached the glass doors of the BAU. I was surprised to see that Spencer was with them. I had assumed they would have taken him straight home, or maybe to the hospital.

“Welcome back, I'm glad you're alive, Reid,” he barely opened his eyes and nodded at me before sitting down in his desk chair. I waved JJ over to me.

“How bad?” she sighed and gave me the classic worried mom look we always tease her for.

“Very. I didn't think I would ever see him like this”

“Im so sorry JJ. do you think he’ll be okay?”

“Honestly, I don't know, but i'm going to drive him home, maybe if i'm lucky I can convince him to let me take him to the hospital. I'll call you, okay?”

It worried me even more to know that JJ too, was aware of how badly he was hurt. She turned her back to me and grabbed her coat from her office before going to Spencer's desk. From where I was standing I could just barely make out what she was saying.

“Spence, come on, let's get you out of here”

“JJ I have paperwork to do” he sounded dazed, like he wasn't really sure where he was.

“Its okay Spence, I’m sure Morgan wouldn't mind a few extra”

She gingerly took the files from his hand and helped him sling his satchel over his shoulder. Then, it happened. As they walked out of the room he stumbled. Just a little. Barely enough for anyone else to notice, but I was watching the two of them so carefully as they left I couldn't help but take an involuntary step towards them. JJ took a firm hold of his arm, and put her other free hand on his back. I could see him flinch for just a second, and then, his body relaxed into her and he let her guide him from the room.

After that night I became a full member of the team. Spencer didn't take any time off. He never went to the hospital, although Penn, JJ, and I tried countless times to get him to. After that night when he let JJ help him, when he let her touch him, he never seemed to be overly bothered by a handshake every once and awhile. The first time I touched him was still a while after that, I think my 15th case in the field. -

“Spencer it wasn't your fault.” He looked at me through his black rimmed glasses with a sad and blank expression.

“Then why would he address it to me?” this whole case I knew something was wrong. After Gideon had not shown the first time, JJ told me that he had resigned, but at that point Spence still hadn't told anyone about the letter.

“Because he knew that you needed to hear the news from him. Not from JJ, or me, or Hotch, or anyone else. There's nothing you could have done to convince him to stay Spence, he's even more stubborn than you are”

I paused to observe him in the dark silence of the jet. I brought my hand to his arm tentatively but when he relaxed and seemed comfortable with the touch, I gave it a little squeeze and smiled at him. -

Now, after Gideon had left I knew it. I had a crush on Spencer Reid. This came as no surprise at all to JJ or Penelope, but to me, it was quite the shock. He had now become comfortable with the little touches of assurance that I gave him often. More comfortable even than with JJ or Morgan. Sometimes I noticed he would even reciprocate the gesture. When he noticed I was tired or stressed or just having a bad day, he would put a hand on the crook of my elbow and give it a little squeeze. Just like I did that night on the jet. To other people this seems like nothing. But to me, and to him as well, this was everything.

When Spencer stayed in Vegas to investigate his father, JJ left. JJ as Spence and I’s best friend, is always a source of comfort and a safe haven in the stormy darkness that is our lives. When she left she pulled me aside away from Spencer and put a hand on her swollen belly. -

“ Y/N , I need to take care of Spence for me, okay?” I chuckled.

“JJ, of course, what do you think I’m here to do?” she looked at me with a deadpan stare.

“That's not what I mean. You know what was happening with him after Tobias right?” I nodded, the memories of his mood flashes, and anger, and sadness all coming to the forefront of my mind.

“he‘s going to need you to make sure that he doesn’t do anything stupid. Not Morgan, not Rossi, not Hotch, you. You are the only person on this team- in this world-. That he trusts right now. And you are the only person that could talk him off of that ledge.”

“I promise, JJ. I’ll keep him safe” She nodded at me but the worried expression on her face remained. -

JJ was worried for good reason as it turned out. I kept a close eye on Spencer as we looked into his past. The boys were all there to focus on the case. To solve what was in front of them. I was there more to focus on Spencer. There was one night. The night after we found his father, something in my brain just told me it was not going to be a good night for him. There was something in the coloring of his face, the way his posture was collapsed and the circles around his eyes were so dark, it told me all that I needed to know. -

I walked out into the hallway of our hotel and stopped in front of Spencer's door. The others were all asleep, and it was nearing one in the morning. But something told me that he needed my help right now. JJ’s voice in the back of my head reminded me that I needed to help him, I was the only one who could help him. I knocked three times on his door softly. I waited a minute before knocking again, with a little more force, and I heard some shuffling in the room before the door opened.

“ Y/N? What are you doing?” I walked inside the room without an invitation and sat down on the foot of his bed. The sheets were undisturbed and he was still in his work clothes though the tie was draped over a chair in the corner and his shoes were by the door.

“Talk to me” I looked up from my hands and continued.

“I don't mean, about the case, or your dad. I mean about you. I need you to convince me that you are okay”

“Who says I'm not?” I rolled my eyes at him and gestured to the chair across from me.

“I do. And as one of your best friends, your closest colleague, and someone who likes you, a lot. I think that should mean something to you” the last part slipped out a little fast and completely without me thinking of the repercussions.

“You like me?” he gave a faint smile that I could only partially see in the dimly lit hotel room.

“Yes, but that's not the point right now, we’re talking about you not me '' I brushed off his comment but I couldn't help the smile and blush that came across on my face.

“Im struggling” his voice broke a little when he said it and it broke my heart to see him in such pain.

I walked over to the chair he was sitting in and pulled him up by the hand.

“I'm going to hug you now. Is that okay?”

His partial nod was good enough for me. -

I got him through that night. I talked him off the ledge that JJ had warned me of. And she was right. I was the only one who could have done that. When we came back from Las Vegas, although neither of us had said a word, something changed between us. We were more than just friends now, we both knew that, but beyond that, we weren't really sure what we were. He would call me when he needed someone to talk him down, I would call him when I needed someone to talk me down. I would show up at his apartment any hour of the day to help him, and I knew that he would do the same. One of those nights when it just so happened that the both of us needed a little talking down after a hard case, I drove myself over to his apartment to find him on the couch crying.

To see him crying was something that my tired, and broken heart couldn't take. I threw myself next to him on the couch and pulled him into a hug, no questions asked.

“I needed that.” I said as soon as I lifted my head from his shoulder.

“Me too” we were both still crying, but there was something about the atmosphere that had changed. We weren’t alone anymore. We spent hours like that, sitting there, my head on his shoulder, his arm around my back, not saying a word, just collecting ourselves as best we could. At some point in the night I looked over at the clock: 2:45 am

He looked to the clock as well and then over to me, and with a single tear streaming down his face he looked at me and said,

“If I asked you to stay, would you?” I wiped the tear from his cheek.

“You don't even need to ask” he brought both of his hands to my cheek and pulled me into what I think is the most passionate kiss I have ever received.

That night told us both what we had become. It was no longer little arm touches or calls in the middle of the night. It was waking up to him beside me, seeing his hair ruffled from sleep and his eyes clouded by exhaustion. It was the little worried kisses he gave me in the field and the little squeal of happiness that Penelope made when I told her we were moving in together.

When I first met Spencer I wondered to myself if he would ever be comfortable with touch. But now as his sleeping body lays next to me and instinctually pulls me in closer, I know that there was never any reason to worry. Because even before, when the most contact I would get was arm touches in the midst of a panic, it was enough. It helped me learn that although not everyone wants or shows grand gestures. There are other ways, sometimes even better ways to say, I love you.

#spencer reid fluff #spencer x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds

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silver-cleo-fanfiction · 1 month

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Motherland: Fort Salem

fanfiction links below, with summary, works with smut are indicated

Raelle's return

A recount of Realle's experiences after episode 2x07.

The Marriage

Where before Tally starts basic training at Fort Salem she is officially handfasted to General Alder and the insistence of the Hague and the Imperetrix. Tally’s mother, the Leader of the American Matrifocal communities (The Matriarch), expressed disconnection between the military and young witches.Tally was volunteered to handfasten to the general for 10 years.

The Marriage: Missing scenes

A collection of scenes from The Marriage that I chose not to include either because they didn't fit or they would have changed the rating of the overall fic. Chapter 1 & 2 link to chapter 9 of "The Marriage" Chapter 3 links to chapter 14 of "The Marriage" (Smut)

5+1=6

Five times Tally makes Alder smile and one time Alder makes Tally smile

Oops

A quick little thing that ran through my mind for the infirmary scene between Tally and Alder. You know the one. (The Infirmary scene)

"It's a good secret Mommy"

Talder child catches one of their mothers kissing Santa (the other). This is the story of a curious young girl who goes wandering and exploring the music in her house on a night where she is better off asleep.

Your first words

The first words your soulmate says directly to you are written on your skin, after many false attempts and near misses Raelle and M finally meet their soulmate in each other, but will Rae accept this after being forced to separate from her ex-girlfriend Scylla.

DISCONTINUED

Waiting for Midnight

Talder, Adigial and Raylla celebrate new years civilian style, getting drunk down the pub. Just a bit of fluff for the new year.

Escape rooms are meant to be fun

Escape rooms are only fun when they work properly. Fic for day 2 of bellcollar week, Trapped together.

Being alone is no fun

Day 3 of bellcollar week: hurt/comfort | sick!fic. Rae gets the flu and is put in isolation in the infirmary, of course Abigail can't leaver her there alone.

They made it work

Day 4 of bellcollar week: Nightmares.

Under the stars

Day 5 of Bellcollar week, Abi and Rae's first date.

It's official

Day 7 of bellcollar week, Abi and Rae have thier first kiss at beltane just days after thier first date in "under the stars" and things quickly develop. (Smut)

The Honeymoon

Season 2, follows on directly from "The Marriage". How does Tally cope with being biddied? How does Sarah cope having Tally as a biddy? Do they ever get to have that conversation? Where are Raelle and Abigail? So many questions. So much to learn. Where will they end up after everything that has happened and everything that is yet to happen?

Glass houses are built with love

Domestic!Talder. On Valentine's Day, General Alder surprises Tally with a romantic dinner. Never in her life Tally Craven thought that Sarah Alder would be capable of such corny things such as rose petal bath, handmade chocolates and all those civilian stuffs; until Tally finds Alder on her knee with a handfasting cord in her hands at the end of the night.

New hair, General

Everyone notices when Alder starts to put her hair up in a braided bun. The rumour is that it's just her new style or with Carmarila now active again you never know when they'll attack and Alder of all people wouldn't let herself be killed because they caught her by her classic braid. The reality: Alder really likes when Tally and Nicte pull her hair so she's adopted the new style so no one else gets that privilege. Day 3 of Nictalder week: Domestic fluff.

"I didn't know you had it in you Red, I knew you had it Sarah"

A night out takes a turn for the worst and then for the best and Tally and Sarah rush to Nicte’s defence, who joyfully thanks them as they celebrate their one year anniversary. (Smut)

So this is happening

Tally, Sarah and Nicte get invited to Raelle and Scylla's wedding, the only thing is that they are dating but Tally hasn't told her friends yet, except they seem to already know. Cue relationship shenanigans as Tally tries to figure out how they know Private relationship turned public. No powers au. Day 5: humor and 6: wildcard of Nictalder (Smut)

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Time to relax

Tally and Sarah share a bath.

Pen Pals

What if Raelle and Abigail knew each other before conscription? A pen pal community for teenage witches.

DISCONTINUED

Sarah's secret talent

Sarah has her secrets, her gifts her talents, after 300+ years why wouldn't she.

Not like this

When the last American witches execution was Sarah Alder’s in 1692 how will she cope with having to be the one called to execute her ex-lover and founder of the spree Nicte Batan, in front of her army and the highest government officials.

A day in the flowers

A slice of life between Sarah and Anacostia on a rare day off

Unexpected events

Tally proposes to Sarah, Top!Tally fic. Established relationship, post-season 3, Beltane. Spontaneous proposal. (Smut)

Are we too young for this?

Sekhmet coven gets drunk and they start talking and sharing their feelings, what could possibly get said.

How stories end

Tally discovers Sarah’s secret library and reads all of Sarah’s favourites to her, one a night Sarah starts to join her on the sofa instead of the armchair she was previously using. Only to fall asleep in Tally's lap.

A 45 minute flight between us

Tally and Sarah are finally reunited after months apart. For Day 1 of Talder week 2022: Reunion

"Just one night"

Tally and Sarah run away for a night together. For day 3 of talder week: sharing a bed

Picture perfect

Where in every life altering decision a person gets part of a picture that will one day make up an image if their soulmate's face. The half picture is the only thing keeping Sarah going for most of her life and her desire to find out who the person with hair of flames is. Talder week, day 6: soulmates

Just once

Sarah promises just once to return something

Just once...Again

Sarah keeps her promise

Nice catch

A fix it because I am in Denial about Anacostia’s death

This isn't goodbye...is it?

Sarah kisses Tally on the mouth instead of on the forehead

Love on ice

A different take on the ice cave scene from Season 3, Episode 8

Time for a drink

Sarah and Anacostia share a drink before Sarah and Tally share a private moment

Sarah Alder: The Phoenix Risen

charachter study

Takes one to know one

Beyond the finale, years later when Tally is General and Alder storms into her office just like she did in s2. Tally’s hair is down and she’s sitting and drinking whiskey and Alder tilts her head “General is a good look on you.” Mentions of sex, but No graphic description

A song and dance

Prompt: Human/Modern/Actor AU. Sarah is performing in a theatre and Tally is attending the show. Tally catches Sarah’s attention after the show.

B.D. Woman's Blues

Tally finally asks why Sarah played the song she did that night in the office.

Snow drift

Tally having to go down a mountain in the snow after thinking her girl is dead in a cave and almost dying before the Mycelium can get her.

Coffee shop AU

Your standard coffee shop au, but with a bit of a twist

One moment

Another telling of the 2x01 infirmary scene

Life is painful, but thats how you know you're alive

Talder soulmates Au where they feel each others pain.

inconsolable

Prompt: Reverse the roles? Instead of Tally being the one to think Alder's dead it's Alder who thinks Tally is dead. A mission gone wrong and she's assumed dead

The Stolen Heart job

Sarah Alder is one of the most notorious and wanted art thieves in the world, only known as "The General" , she's hired to steal the entire "Heart Bearer" painting and sculpture collection within Gerit Buttonwood's high security vault room. Curiosity gets the better of Alder and she convinces her client to meet in person. Sarah finds herself immediately enamoured with the woman sitting across from her in the restaurant; Tally Craven's beauty puts every piece of art Sarah’s ever stolen to shame. How will Alder handle the story behind why Tally desperately needs the art that claims is rightfully hers returned? Will they be able to keep the obvious tension at bay until the job is complete? Inspired by Leverage: Season 5, episode 10 "The Frame-Up Job"

Watch the date

Prompt: Alder forgets it’s Yule and when a Tally Craven comes barging into her chambers. She isn’t expecting to find a very drunk girlfriend. Humour, and fluff.

Shall we?

Neither of them realise they are dating until they get a joint invitation to a couples only Valentine's Day Party hosted by Abigail and Adil at Petra's house and decide to attend together, to not miss out. Except all of their friends think they are dating, and just aren't ready to be public about it. (Modern Au) (No Powers Au)

Tears that fall

Sarah has a breakdown but Tally is there to pick up the pieces and help start the healing journey of over 300 years of trauma.

Really?

Everyone else knows that they are dating, or at least having sex. They just think that Alder is cheating on Nicte with Tally. But they haven’t caught on to the fact that Nicte and Tally are better at hiding their relationship than Sarah is with either one of them. Of course when they find out about these rumours they decide to have some fun with them.

In Sicknes and In Health

Prompt: Sarah has a splitting migraine, Tally notices and cares for her. Fluffy, wholesome, and/or intimate; pre-relationship/Unresolved Sexual Tension or friends to lovers.

Izadora's dance with mushrooms

Izadora tries a new way of identifying an unknown mushroom with some unexpected results.

Let me care

Tally comes home from training injured, emotions ensue while Sarah patches her up and they talk about how protective Sarah is and how Tally needs to be able to deal with things herself.

Breaking down walls

Prompt: Sarah is trying to hide her pain from all the loss she’s experienced during her long life from Tally, but will Tally tear down those walls?

So, will you?

Prompt: "I was not meant for casual. I was born for soul-crushing devotion."

Bandaid

Training either went exceptionally right or exceptionally wrong. They hadn't decided yet, but whichever it was Abigail was in need of some exceptional first aid. Luckily there was one such exceptional fixer able to do that.

dance

Walking home from a fancy date, Abigail and Raelle cut through a park where a busker is playing on the guitar. They couldn't not stop and dance to the music.

#motherland fort salem #motherland fort salem fanfiction #motherland #fort salem #fanficion #talder #nictalder #bellcollar #idiots in love #fluff #angst #requested fanfiction #sara alder #anacostia quartermain #tally crave #abigial bellweather #raelle collar #nicte batan #scylla ramshorn

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atomic-taco-muffin · 2 years

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May I request Rose and Mika nsfw alphabet?

Rose X Mika NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: This contains smut. If you don’t like it then, scroll past.

Rating: NSFW under the cut

For those who are confused, Rose is a character that @ask-deltale-twins2 and I came up with. Anyways, onto the fic!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Mika is not that great with aftercare. I mean, you can’t blame the guy! He’s been turned into a vampire and hasn’t been with anyone intimately. But Rose will have to teach him what it is and why it’s important for both parties. He does get better at time over time.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Rose definitely likes Mika’s abs. Come on, we all saw that one episode! We can’t deny how good he looked! Anyway, she loves gently running her fingers along his abs and seeing him shiver cause of how light her touch is (Mika is a switch and no one can convince me otherwise)

Now with Mika, he can’t choose which part of Rose he loves most. To him, every single part of her is beautiful. But if there’s one thing he does love about her, it’s her boobs. He just loves to lay his head on them. They’re practically pillows to him

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Mika’s cum is not too thick but not too watery either, if that makes sense. It’s just kind of in the middle. He mainly prefers to cum inside a condom (wrap it before you tap it folks) just because he doesn’t want to risk being a father. Yet. Keyword yet.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Mika wants to wear a maid dress and get pegged (again, he’s a switch). But our boi is so shy that he won’t ever admit it. At least not until he and Rose have a private life together where nothing can get in the way of things

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Okay, let’s be real here. These two don’t know what the FUCK they’re doing! They’re only option is to go to Bathory to know what sex is. But Ferid being Ferid, he takes it WAY too far and has to get dragged out by either Krul or Crowley.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I think the two will stick to the classic missionary position for a while. But if they gain some more experience, I think they would be into positions like cowgirl.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

This one’s kind of tricky. I think Mika would be mostly serious during sex but if Rose ends up making a really funny joke, Mika would just stop what he’s doing and giggle for a little while.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

The carpet does match the drapes on both of them. And both of them try to shave as much as they can. But the extra hair does give some sort of stimulation for Rose so I guess it’s a win-win situation

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Both of them would try to be romantic as much as possible. I’m talking candles, rose petals, you name it. But sometimes, things get in the way which kind of ruins the night. But to Mika, just being close with her is all the romance he needs.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Mika doesn’t really jack off all that much and neither does Rose. Mainly because they don’t know what the fuck they’re doing. Again, they have to ask Bathory but he takes it way too far

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Kinks? Never heard of her. Although I guess Mika’s wish to be pegged counts. But other than that, it’s just plain vanilla sex

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Yeah, it’s gonna be strictly in the bedroom. Neither of them wants to do it in public. Like at all

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

I’m not really sure what motivates them to have some spicy time together. I think just being like “hey, you wanna have sex?” “sure.”

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Both of them are way too vanilla for any kinks ever. But they’re really against ones that can cause pain (like whips and other shit like that)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Mika prefers to give oral rather than receive it. To him, he wants Rose to feel the most pleasure she can feel. And thanks to Bathory’s weird ass teachings, he was able to get an understanding of what to do. Kind of

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I don’t think that Mika and Rose would anything to rough and fast. I think they would want kind of a slow, passionate kind of pace. But if Rose wants him to go faster, he will go faster no questions asked.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yeah, they’ve never heard of quickies. Again, they have to go to Bathory. But even then they won’t want to do a quickie. They prefer the slow passionate love making.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I think they would be okay to explore toy and position wise but that’s where they draw the line. They’re not gonna try public sex or not using a condom. They’re playing it safe

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I think Mika can last to about 2-3 rounds before he’s ready to call it quits. And I think the same thing can be applied to Rose. But if they feel like they wanna continue, then about 4-5 rounds at most

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I think the only toy they would use is a vibrator. And if Mika could gather up the courage and tell Rose his dirty secret, then they would get a strap on as well. But that’s it. They’re not getting anything other than those two things.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Mika is a bit of a tease. But that’s only because he loves the sounds that Rose makes. It’s like music to his ears

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Mika and Rose aren’t really that loud. The most that will come out of their mouths are soft praises and moans along with quiet whimpers and whines.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Yuu one time walked in on them and Mika and Rose were too embarrassed that they didn’t have sex for a month and a half.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Mika is about 5 1/2 inches soft and 6 inches hard. It’s not too small and it’s not too large, it’s just right. Mika is a bit on the skinny side, however. But Rose thinks that he has the most prettiest cock ever, which isn’t a lie

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Both Mika and Rose don’t have a high sex drive but it’s not low either. It’s average. But once again, they will only have pure, passionate, vanilla sex

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Since vampires can’t sleep, Mika will just hold Rose in his arms and watches as she sleeps peacefully will help make sure she’s as comfortable as possible.

#mikaela hyakuya #mikaela imagine #mikaela imagines #mika #mikaela hyakuya smut #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #owari no seraph imagines #seraph of the end imagine #owari no seraph imagine #owari no seraph smut #seraph of the end headcanons #seraph of the end smut #seraph of the end imagines #owari no seraph headcanons #original character #OC

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Bijou (hc meme)

When they discover they’re got a crush: There is confusion. Not in a 'what is this feeling' but more of a 'huh, didn't think that would happen' sort of thing. She kinda savors it though, like kinda drink in that giddiness and the like. It's...novel to her.

How they confess/hint: There is no subtlety. She is straightforward but extra. She is the type to be like 'how dare you have stolen my heart' in mock offense. Also the type to go steal something that so much exaggerates what the object of her affection cares for or likes and give it them. All this in a sort of 'I can't give the world yet, but this is a place I can start.'

Big gestures of love: While she likes high life, Bijou is very attuned to what her love likes. So if they are not showy people, then she will not be showy. But she gets the biggest best that she can. Giving is her way of love. And she always goes for the most grandiose within reason to them.

Little gestures of love: Grooming. Like taking time to do your hair or rolling off little tufts of lint, etc. Teasing. Because the 'game' is apart of the appeal. You do not leave the house without a kiss. A not a peck. That will not stand.

How to win their heart: Being 'novel' and it really doesn't have to be in some big way, just something that is...uniquely you and include her in it.

How to break their heart: Leaving. Like ghosting or no notice. Like maybe her profession would have you think she doesn't care about that. However, it is a source of unpleasantness for her and wouldn't like just being left to dry. Also reminds her of her mother leaving her so often all throughout her life.

Tiny little turn-ons: Openly flirting back, the sly wink from across the way, any outfit that accentuates an asset.

Big turn-ons: Hips that don't lie (dancing), someone that is good with their hands, maintaining the sense of 'mystique.'

Things that make their heart flutter: Wearing or keeping what she has gotten for you. Sweeping her off her feet, literally. Their smile.

Their type: What she can't have. Bijou tends to like someone that has a confidence in themselves or what they do. She also likes someone that she can tease. But really what she wants is like a rival that complements her.

Ideal date: It sounds super cheesy and she would never admit it but one of those scavenger hunts through the city. But she also likes the classics of a romantic candlelit dinner with roses.

Past relationships: Bijou doesn't really have what most consider a relationship. However she has been with a lot of partners in her past.

How they might affect current relationships: Bijou has such a charm to her that she is friends with a lot of her flings and has no problem talking to them as such.

‘Goals’ in a relationship (marriage, kids, a house, etc): Bijou has no desire for most of the 'normal' things in a relationship. Marriage is probably the only thing but even that isn't a hard line for her. She does imagine that when they're old and have had their fun, they can have this home that they can come and go as they please. Really though Bijou hasn't had to think about any of this but as her current self, she doesn't see a need for a lot of the 'goals.'

Any other love headcanons: Bijou is so tricky to love because she loves everyone to some extent. She probably would be into a 'non-traditional' arrangement because of how she is and understands how most people are not. Her wanting what she cannot have does not necessarily mean she goes after people in relationships, she just has recognized that she has gotten doki dokis for people that tend not to love her back. And she is fine with pursuing them until they have clearly defined their relationship.

#{Bijou Headcanons

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scham-wcan · 1 year

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ao3 wrapped [writers edition] 12, 18, 19, 27, 29, 30

12: How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

So currently I plan on writing Elemental for like ever so that’s there. I do have a couple miscreant ideas for other lesser cumbersome stories which are more on the smaller and cliche oriented stage. I want to write Fall Bloom and White Rose targeted stories again cause I love them to death but amongst that I have a couple other spin off ideas in my notes. So beside Ele probably like 2-3 WIPs?

18: The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

~~All of them~~ No but I think the ones who really got me thinking on character were like Winter or Ruby.

Because of the world and evolution Ele has gone to I really wanted to push Winter from being a soldier styled Huntress and being on a team where rank isn’t really a thing, and even then she’s not on the top in terms of who people look to for some answers. So it was neat to write some of the dialogue then in the background think about how she reacted to X person being deferred to over her. That and the progression of her mannerisms was fun, in the beginning of writing her I always pictured her having this more rigid and stoic form of speech which has progressed to now having her be the first character to swear in the story. I am really excited to develop her more though, the last couple chapters of Ele take a toll on her and the next half of the story is going to definitely experiment with some Schnee dramas.

Ruby was the opposite end of Winter in a lot of ways, she ended up being the one people looked to, naturally it is still her story, but then she was the one to look to others for their takes and thoughts. It's part of the reason she had her little scuffle with Winter on how they should be properly running their missions and group priorities in the first half of three. She’s the beacon of hope naturally for the whole crew in a lot of ways and even Cinder probably thinks of her now much more like a sibling than a friend all the while Weiss and the rest of RWBY all see their leader growing up before their eyes. I do want her to be more involved with Cinder and Yang however in this next part of three so soon enough!

19: What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

Emerald/Ilia honestly, a little bit of Rainbow Quartz to cure my fields. Yes of course with CinWin and White Rose.

27: What do you listen to while writing?

So I have a lot of playlists with a variety of mood settings. Elemental gets its own whole thing but I could go through a lot of the songs and pick out certain songs which I have ‘on-loop’ which serve as something like character themes. Like for Cinder, for a majority of Ele 1-2 was Glorious Purpose by NerdOut honestly. But she’s progressed and grown as a character and has since changed her purpose from being better to actually caring for those around her and finding a place of her own so her theme is more like No Son of Mine by the Foo Fighters or Just Like Me for her and Ruby scenes. CinWin scenes have a plethora of songs like The Horror and Wild, World on a String, and Stuck With You. White Rose got the similar treatment with Soda Pop, Slow Dancing in a Burning Room, or Mr Loverman.

The most unique characters which needed aesthetics to write for were Krawd and Glynda though. I actually layered a lot of sounds together for them, Krawd more specifically, but it was usually a combination of like a classical villain music mix off of youtube with a lot of Poor Mans Poison, Vo Williams, or Shayfer James.

29: Favourite line/passage you wrote this year?

Oh the scene in Ele 2 where Weiss got slapped by Krawd and then the entire team freaked out so bad they kicked down dorm doors to tackle the nearest guard but it turned out to be Neo sneaking around to help them.

Or in More than Workout Buddies where Winter and Cinder watch Weiss go on a date with the cute workout girl she’s been crushing on forever.

30: Biggest surprise while writing this year?

People seem to like the writing

#powertaco #Thanks for the ask!!!!#The elemental playlist is on spotify and it is pure nonsense

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weedle-testaburger · 2 years

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Saw this Doctor Who ask and maybe I should give this a try. Here are the questions: 1,3,5,10,12 (even if you're not into live action shipping),19,20.

Sure thing!

1. What was the first episode you watched/remember? For the new series, Rose, I watched that the day it aired with my family. What's really funny is I remember my brother and I knew nothing about it besides that it might be scary, and then when it finished we were desperate to see the next one and our parents teased us that that might be too scary! And for the old series, I'm ashamed to say it's Warriors of the Deep. Basically my cousin had the VHS tapes of almost every classic episode and would get my parents to record them onto DVDs since they hadn't released everything on DVD at the time, and I watched that one since I was curious about classic Who. What's funny to me is I mostly liked it at the time!

3. Who is your favourite Doctor? Why? I've got loads of favourites I can never choose between actually! I guess if you put a gun to my head and made me choose one I'd have to say Nine, his run is almost perfect to me and I love that unlike almost every other doctor he kinda has a well-defined arc across his era. My other big faves are Four, Five, Seven and Ten.

5. Any complaints about the show? Oh tonnes lmao, but I'll just highlight two big ones the show's had basically since Moffat and has never managed to properly fix imo. First, a lot of stories don't feel like they have much to say about the world or characters. What I love about sci-fi is its ability to comment on that kind of stuff through an interesting lens, and sometimes Doctor Who has done it really well (Amy's Choice, Vincent and the Doctor, The Girl Who Waited and Heaven Sent for example) but back in the latter part of the classic series and the RTD era almost every story managed it. And second, they have an unhealthy obsession with lore and the Doctor's backstory. I don't mind bringing back classic monsters and stories developing our understanding of the Doctor like Human Nature, The Doctor's Wife or Day of the Doctor, but they don't need their name or origins revealed and it can't really be done in a satisfying way, so why bother? My friend and I were joking yesterday that Vinder and Bel's kid might turn out to be the Timeless Child and therefore the Doctor and I laughed but then I went 'oh fuck, they would totally do that, wouldn't they?' I just hope once he takes over RTD will be able to fix those problems, and I mostly have faith he will since his post-Doctor Who work has been really good.

10. Favourite companion? For the classic series, Ace, she's a badass with a really interesting backstory, she's charming as hell and her last few stories give her some of the best character bits a companion's ever gotten. And for the new series, Donna, not only do she and Ten have one of the funniest Doctor/companion dynamics ever she also grows a lot over the course of her run and I love how much of a positive influence she is on the Doctor as well as he is on her. And I feel like naming some honourable mentions too: Jo, Sarah Jane, Leela, K9, Romana II and Tegan from classic, Rose, Jack (fuck John Barrowman though obviously), Martha and Yaz from new, and Frobisher, Benny, Charley and Evelyn from the expanded universe.

12. Favourite romance involving a Doctor? Nine, Rose and Jack. I'm a sucker for poly stuff obviously and they have such a fun dynamic, I love Nine and Ten with Rose too but they were always a bit more strait-laced. It felt more fun when they briefly had Jack around too.

19. Cybermen or Daleks? Definitely Daleks, there are some good Cybermen stories out there obviously but Daleks have a more iconic design and imo their best stories are better than the best Cybermen stories. I think I've mentioned before but Remembrance of the Daleks and Dalek are some of my favourite bits of television I've ever seen honestly.

20. If you could change anything about the show, what would it be? Give Moffat and Chibnall a bit less creative control and some more co-writers. A lot of their best stories were written by other writers and a lot of their worst aspects were things they were able to do because no one would tell them no, and I think we'd be better off with a larger range of writers (maybe even more than one woman or POC writing an episode per series, even!) who would have better ideas for storytelling than mystery boxes about the characters' identities.

Thanks for asking, this was fun! I have a lot to say on this series I don't tend to get the chance to say very much in case it wasn't obvious xD

#asks #doctor who

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pankowfruitsnacks · 2 years

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Could you do an imagine with prompt 113-I’m tired of being your secret and 101- because I love you, you asshole with jj maybank and it’s angsty but has a fluffy ending :)

Secret

Prompts: I'm tired of being your secret.... Because I love you, you asshole

A/n: I’m slowly getting to these request. I think this is kind of a mess, but I hope it satisfies. Definitely filled with angst

Warnings: drinking, language, drugging (through drink)

Word count: 4k

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She laid on the bedroom floor, fingers buried deep into the roots. The tears flowed from her eyes. If someone was to ask Y/N how she was feeling in this very moment, all she could say was foolish and embarrassed, completely heart broken.

It all started at the boneyard. Just a usual kegger on the cut. Everyone was going to celebrate the start of summer, so it typical fashion Y/N was going to be there. It's been a few days since she last saw him. Jj Maybank, that is. Her boyfriend of two months.

The classical tale told by legends, like Romeo and Juliet. No, more like Rose and Jack from titanic. A story of two very different people, two very opposing classes. The high class kook who spent their time in their three story house and the pogue who snuck into her bedroom one late night, doing anything to escape the cold.

Y/N were startled awake by the sound of the window creaking. "Hello?" Her groggy voice called out, hopping it was the parents coming back from the mainland earlier than expected.

As she turned over, she was met with the view of a shadowy figure at least a half foot taller than her brother is. Not to mention the contrasting light hair and piercing blue eyes that caught the moonlight. Y/N wanted to scream but no one was home to hear her anyways. Plus, something about the figure seemed familiar and trusting.

"Please don't scream. I'm not here to hurt you." That's when the stranger's voice became clear. JJ Maybank. Everyone on the island knew what happened at his house, so him seeking refuge in vacant houses isn't unheard of.

"Jj?" The boy pressed his back to the wall, allowing as much distance between the girl.

He let out a loose chuckle. "Surprised you remember my name."

A grin appeared on her plump lips. "You order the shrimp, grits, and a beer. Plus we did go to the same middle school." The tension began to lift as she calmly invited him to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Thank you." Jj seemed more timid than usual.

"Are you okay?"

"The chateau was locked. I thought your family would be off the island. I'm sorry. I know it's wrong."

"Jj, it's alright. If it helps I thought I was going with them. But I asked if you are okay."

"Yes?" It came out more as a question, setting alarms off in her brain. That was just the beginning

As time went on, JJ came around more. Always in secret, but yet managed to make his presence known. The pair became friends first, lovers next, and by chance he made things official. He asked for it to be kept secret. Y/N was a kook after all. Family would get in the way. If not them, then her friends. But she was okay with JJ's request. The idea made sense. Y/N loved the games both would play, even if it seems like things were going agonizingly slow. But time stopped with JJ Maybank.

That brings her back to the boneyard. Back to the sick rewind of events her mind decided to play.

Excited to see him once again. Y/N was there with some friends from school. That included Topper and Kelce. Boys she grew up with. Friends who she thought would protect her and care for her well being.

"Here is a drink for you, y/n." Kelce handed the red plastic cup, allowing Y/N to take a few subtle sips.

"Thank you, bud." The whole island could practically feel his eye roll, knowing he had a crush on the young lady before him, but Y/N did everything to turn down those advances.

"Wow, Y/N. Let him down easy, why don't you." Topper chuckled, sipping his drink slowly.

Y/N never felt guilty for not having feelings for Kelce, no matter what antics the boys tried to pull to get the two together. Especially now that JJ was in the picture, she would do no such thing to put herself in a compromising position. Or a situation for it to seem like a cheating scandal. Y/N loved JJ, even though she haven't told him to his face, deep down she knew her heart did.

"Come on, Top. Let a girl off the hook. What happens, happens." That seemed to be the catch phrase for the evening. She didn't want them to force any feelings from her own lips. Y/N continue to sip on her drink, keeping a look out for JJ and his group of friends, only being successful less than a handful of times.

After the fifth or six drink Kelce gave her, the beach began to spin. More than it usually did. Things began to feel fuzzy and that set warning bells off in her head that something was wrong with the drinks.

Y/N calmly walked over to the group, taking a stand next to Topper. "I think there was something in my drink. I don't know what's going on." Her voice was quiet, but held the warning.

"You can't handle a little beer? Since when?" Topper teased, making light of the seriousness. From Topper's point of view, everything seemed okay. Y/N seemed a little spacy, but at the rate Kelce gave her the drinks anyone would be.

Frustration became to surface as she stepped away, forcing herself to puke up whatever made its way into her system. She knew what to do in a time like this, Y/N just hoped she caught it in time "I'm ready to go home." She raised her voice, not wavering on the stance.

"I'll get Kelce. Just calm down." His coolness made the blood in her veins boil.

Kelce arrived not too long after, swooping his friend into his arms. "Poor baby, I got you." He cooed. As much discomfort as his words gave off, she thought he would be able to get her home best. Resting her head on his shoulder, Y/n tried to fight off the sleep.

A loud voice pulled her out of the ever seeking darkness. "Sarah!" It was topper. Of course he was calling for Sarah. They had dated for the beginning half of high school. Poor guy didn't understand when to move on. She did.

Figures began to surround the group and Y/N could recognize them. John B, Sarah, Pope, and Kie. John B was the first to speak up. "Leave her alone Topper."

"Come on, man. You really want my left overs." This was not going to end well. Y/N did her best to squirm out of Kelce's arms. Still feeling dizzy she made the choice to lean on Kelce for some support.

"Topper. That's enough. Let's just go." Y/N used whatever ounce of voice left to try to reason with him. "I just want to go." The fear in her voice was evident, but not for what topper might do, but JJ. Y/N knew he had to be around here, never straying too far from his friends.

Topper scoffed at her and turned to John B with a light shove. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as the blonde headed boy made his way through, nearly shoving every near bystander to the ground. "You got a problem, Topper? We can handle this right now."

Y/N tried to step in, not wanting a bruised JJ to appear at her window later that night. "Cut it out guys."

Kelce pulled Y/N back with a force. "Babe, let us handle this."

JJ was quick to hear Kelce's words and the look in his eyes made her heart drop. Every drop of anger that filled his body at the thought of Y/N in Kelce's arms was taken out on Topper. Nothing seemed to break the two up. All she wanted to do was to sit down with JJ and talk to him, but keeping things on the down low made that hard, especially in the eyes of the two clashing friend groups.

When things started to calm down and the fight was out of everyone's bodies, they just stood there. The pogues on one side, kooks on the other. "Stay on your side of the island. We don't want you over in the cut." Jj screamed at everyone, but Y/N felt the venom directed towards her soley.

"Jj." She whispered, hoping to catch a glance, but he ignored her request.

"Just some dumb kooks. Don't think mommy and daddy would approve of you being here." With that the pogues turned around and Y/N's heart broke.

'No tears.' She told herself, hopping in the backseat of Topper's car. Kelce took the seat next to her.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, pulling her legs up onto his lap.

All Y/N could do was sigh. "Still not great. I think someone slipped something into my drink. I tried to puke it up, but I don't know. I'm still out of it." Too much happened in the short time they were there. Her eyelids flutter before she leaned her head against the glass.

Y/N wanted to cry. The confusion tumbled around in her brain and none of it was making sense.

"Sometimes that happens, Y/n." Kelce ran his hand up and down her calf, giddy at the feeling of her skin against his hands.

"Please don't do that." She pulled her legs to her chest.

"What? Comfort you? I'm trying to take care of you. You were only given like half of a pill anyways." His eyes widened at what he just said. The whole car came to stop as Topper whipped his head around.

"What the fuck, Kelce!" Topper shouted as he tried to process how he would know that.

Kelce tried to backtrack. "I mean, I would assume. See your still up and kicking. You're fine."

"No." The realization settled in. "You're the only one who gave me my drinks. God, I trusted you." Y/N scrambled out of the car, deciding that rucking the rest of the way to her house the best option.

She heard footsteps coming up from behind, knowing well who they belonged to. "Leave me alone Kelce."

"Look I'm sorry." He didn't think Y/N would ever find out.

"Why would you do it?" She turned around. Letting her first wall break at the realization her own friend tried to drug her.

"It wasn't supposed to do anything except spook you. You never even gave me a chance. Maybe you might look in my direction if you had a reason to."

"Oh my god. So you attempted to 'half drug' me to give you a chance. Never speak to me again. I called you a friend." With that she took off, seeking refuge in her own room.

Y/N glance at her phone noticing a few text from topper asking where she was and one from JJ, probably right after the fight.

'You deserve Kelce, kook. Congrats.'

Now she's here on the bedroom floor, crying out, knowing no one will come to her rescue. In a day, Y/N lost her best friend, boy friend, and any sense self respect. How stupid could she have been?

She felt so stupid, yet somehow convinced herself that calling JJ would somehow make it better.

The line rang as she sobbed her heart to his answering machine. "This is JJ. I probably just didn't want to pick up. Leave a message." In the moment, Y/N lost every once of control as screamed out in pain. She couldn't move, frozen to her spot as wails escaped her frail frame.

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Jj sat at the end of the bed, replaying the events of the night. He saw the way y/n laid in Kelce's arms as he carried her. When his friends wound up mixed up in things with topper, the boy wanted nothing to do with it. He didn't want to be confronted with the thought that Y/N might be playing him. But all of that was confirmed by the way Kelce called her baby. It was the same way he used to. He's an idiot for trusting a kook. This must of been some sick game to her.

His heart dropped to his toes when he saw her name pop up on his home screen but all he could do was stare at it, hoping for it to pass quicker. Jj didn't dare move towards the phone until he saw the voice mail notification.

Jj was just about to listen to it when John B stepped into his doorway. "Hey Jj."

"What's up?" It felt foreign trying to play himself, but he had to. John B couldn't know. Nobody else knew and Jj didn't want to speak about it to anyone. It's over.

"You seem shaken. No usually like you."

"Did you come to give me another beer or just bug me?"

"I wanted to check in. I don't know, you seem sad. I saw the way you looked at Y/N and Kelce."

"She's hot. He's a douche. They are kooks. Not my problem." Jj threw himself down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

John B sighed. Of course he noticed his friend's behavior. The vague explanations of where he's been or the way he'll smile at his phone when a text from '🧜🏼‍♀️💕' popped up, whoever that could be. John B had his suspicions, but tonight just seemed to confirm it. John B saw the pained look in JJ's eyes when he saw y/n with Kelce, he just knew.

"I really am fine, John B. Just dandy." John B took a seat next to JJ. "They are perfect for each other. The kook always gets the girl." JJ's voice faltered, a moment of weakness.

"Come here." John B wrapped his arms around his friend, trying to ease the heartache.

"She called. I didn't pick up."

"Did you listen to the voicemail?" JJ just shook his head, not allowing himself to cry over someone who probably didn't even care about him. "That's okay, whenever you're ready."

The blonde boy sat up, smoothing the ends of his shorts with his palms. "I really liked her. Damnit!" He began to talk without John B prompting him. "Did you know I snuck into her house? No one was supposed to be home. Just my luck I guess."

John B chuckled alongside him allowing him to continue. "She allowed me to stay. Just talk and seek shelter. No one was kind to me like that. She saw me. It would've been nice if it wasn't some sick joke to her."

"Why did you keep it a secret?" John B chose to tread lightly with his words.

"Kook and pogue. Never a good combination." Jj let out a jagged sigh. "Scared that people would make fun of her for being with me."

"You couldn't even tell us?"

"And endure your teasing for god knows how long?"

"Just never saw this coming. I'm surprised. You and Y/N." Jj straightens.

"There is no me and her, okay." John B recognized the way the weight on his shoulders lightened thinking about the good times with her. But now it was crashing back down on him. "Can we be done with this circle jerk? I want to be alone."

"I'm dropping Sarah, Pope, and Kie off, then I'll be back. We can do some late night fishing if your up for it."

Jj nodded. "Please don't tell the others."

"They just think you're in one of your moods. But I won't." With that, JJ was left glancing at his phone.

He was angry. Angry that he ever thought he had a chance. Angry he believed her when she confessed her feelings. He was just angry for living. Life felt more bearable with her, even if it was in secret. But now.

His thumb hovered over the voicemail. It's been sitting unheard for over an hour. Whatever she had to say, let her say it. If she wanted to laugh in his face and spit on his grave, that was her choice. So he clicked on it, completely unaware of what was in store.

Who did she think she was to call him crying? That's when the howl of her pain and sadness filled the room, chilling JJ to the bone. He's heard the girl cry a few times before, usually silent tears and choked sobs, but this... this was more than that. He believed she was still in the wrong, but he had to be some cold hearted man to not check in on her. That sounded like the cry for help when John B lost his dad or the same one he once let out when his mom up and left the broken house he once called home.

In a hurry, JJ ran out to his bike, speeding over to her home on figure eight. Worry filled being when he tried to call her, but got no response. He was terrified to what he was walking into.

JJ tried to remind himself, that she's the one who cheated, Y/N dug her grave. He was just doing what any normal person would do.

"Y/N?" He knocked on the door, surprised when it slipped open as if it was never fully closed. JJ stepped inside, making sure the door was secured shut behind him. "Y/N?" He tried again, more of an attempt to make his presence known.

As JJ neared the top of the stairs, he heard the sobs pouring out of her room, each worst than the last. It grew louder and louder, until he reached her door, slightly opening it. All he wanted to do was pull her in his arms and tell her everything was going to be alright, but by the looks of, he didn't know if it would be. She looked completely broken and he could help but feel like it was his words who put her there.

Y/N stayed on the floor as she heard the subtle vibrations of steps into her room. She brushed it off as Topper just checking in. "Go away, Top. I'm fine." She buried her head beneath her arms, embarrassed that anyone would see her like this. Y/N felt the presence still, not making any movement toward the exit. "I said go. I don't think my parents want me to have guest while they are out."

JJ couldn't help but chuckle at the irony. "Even if it's me?"

Y/N's world stopped. 'He couldn't be here. It isn't real. He hated her.' Her mind fathomed many more lies in the matter of seconds. "No." She screamed, pulling at her roots once again.

Jj was quick to notice the harm she was causing to herself and this alarmed him. "Y/N."

"Stay on your side of the island." She mocked his words earlier.

"Y/N, I think we need to talk." What he said was uncalled. "I shouldn't have said those things, but when I saw you with Kelce, I saw red."

"He's my friend." The girl paused, letting a string of sobs. "Well, was." Her body shook before another shrill left her throat. "I trusted him. I trusted you. You didn't trust me."

Jj knew he messed up, but never did he believe she would end up like this. "Fuck!" She sat up, turning herself away from him.

"I should have just walked away, cooled off, then asked you later. I am the one in the wrong. I'm sorry."

Y/N tried to calm down a little. At least enough to listen to what he was saying.

"Let's just talk this out, okay?" JJ's features softened as he took a seat on her rug. "I can see I hurt you. I want to-"

Y/N cut him off. "Why are you here?" The boy was taken back. He had just tried to explain.

"You left a very convincing voicemail." It was a joke that seemed to be only funny to him. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Well I'm not. You can go now."

"I don't think you should be here alone. I can call Topper and Kelce, but that doesn't mean we aren't going to talk about it."

"Don't call Kelce." She urged before breaking down once again.

"Then Topper." Y/N shook his head no. At this point, JJ was stumped. "Then looks like you got me for a housemate."

At least five minutes go by before JJ starts another conversation. "I don't think you cheated on me. I think Kelce was just taking care of his drunk friend."

"No!" Y/N turned around to face him. Her eyes were red and raw from the tears.

JJ was slightly frustrated. "Then you tell me what happened. I don't know your side of it. So explain it to me."

Compassion was hard for the boy to comprehend. It shouldn't be that hard for her to speak up. But he was trying. He understood being wrongfully judged in situations and he understands the affect of words, but JJ never had the chance to share his side. If he'd been given the opportunity, he would have.

"I had been drinking. Not that much, but I started feeling dizzy." The girl choked out a quick 'I'm sorry' before the water works turned on.

JJ scooted closer, placing a hand on her back in hopes to bring comfort. He knew he gave some as she eased up. "I thought someone put something in my drink. I forced myself to puke it out in case someone did. Kelce was carrying me to the car when the whole thing went down. I was already exhausted, but I couldn't let everyone know your words hurt. I didn't want to give our secret away. I didn't want you to be more mad." JJ's heart dropped.

"I wouldn't it be mad if people found out." Y/N wanted to weep. "I didn't understand he was just being a good friend."

"He wasn't though. He was the only one bringing my drinks." She wanted to paint the picture for JJ, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. The one thing she could do was burry herself in his chest, seeking his strength to carry on.

JJ curled the girl up on his lap, holding her closer to his chest. "Baby girl, I need you to be strong and tell me. I'm not understanding."

"He is the one who put something in my drink. He accidentally let it slip in the car on the way back." Y/N shook even hard in his arms.

JJ physically tensed up at the thought. Not that he doubted her, but he couldn't understand what screw was loose in Kelce's brain to cause such a thought to even occur. "I got you, Y/N. I'm not leaving you. I'm going to stay right here."

"Promise?" How could he ever think ill of her. She was the purest thing next to sunshine.

"I promise. Can I be real with you?"

"Sure." Y/N wiped back tears, half expecting him to run off back to the chateau.

"I want you to be my girlfriend. Again. Officially."

Y/N mumbled against his chest. "I wasn't aware we broke up."

"We didn't but I just wanted to make sure."

JJ stared into her eyes. "Ok, Maybank. My turn to be real." He smirked. "I'm tired of being your secret."

"Really?" JJ teased. "I thought we were good. Why go public?"

"Because I love you, you asshole." JJ paused, taking in what she said.

"What was that?" His heart fluttered, wanting to scream.

"Asshole?"

JJ smiled. "I hope you know I love you, too. Y/N, I am an asshole at times. I get jealous easily. But I have strong feelings for you. I do love you. And I want everyone to know."

Y/N pulled him closer, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"I think you missed, babe."

"I think it'll be okay for tonight. I'm pretty tired." JJ didn't press it, instead carrying Y/N to the bed and tucking her in.

"You had a long night."

"Yea. And it would be a crime if you don't come cuddle me to sleep." She teased while scooting over. JJ happily obliged.

"Good night, my very public girlfriend."

"Good night, my very public boyfriend." They both snickered.

As he pulled her closer, JJ inhaled her beautiful strawberry scent, never wanting to take anything for granted.

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#jj maybank #jj maybank imagines #jj x reader #jjmaybank #this is so long and for what #i have writers block #outer banks #outer banks imagines #outer banks x reader #outer banks cast #angst #fluff

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malarki · 3 years

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Harry Potter FanFiction I greatly enjoy (it’s just tomarry and sevitus)

Fair warning, I’m not good at describing stuff, and most of these are not complete (yet) but if you have similar tastes as I do then you’ll definitely like these stories.

Meddling of a Mischief Maker - by Athy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5380535/chapters/12427268

I enjoy this fic because it shows a more human Voldemort with him still being an asshole as per usual. They do a good job of having Voldemort believably change into a not crazy murderous bastard haha. It also has Sirius interacting with Voldemort and for some reason I find those scenes hilarious in any fic I read.

“Harry's being a horcrux is a bit reworked here in this AU Story set during the summer after 5th year. A Mischief Maker intervenes in the Ministry during Voldemort and Dumbledore's duel, changing the course history. MorallyGrey!Dumbledore, Sirius, Restored Souls, HP/TR”

Draw Me After You (Let Us Run) - by ToAStranger @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22327684/chapters/53334382

This story is a delight, it’s tone is very good and they do a great job of writing in the characters ‘voices’ for their pov’s. I especially like the posh way Voldemort talks and acts. This story is also hilarious on top of just being a very good slowburn, AND it has Sirius, which as you might have guessed, I love dearly. They also don’t bash any of the characters, and instead make them well rounded but flawed individuals, which I really appreciate.

“Harry Potter,” comes the soft, sibilant hiss of a voice he has heard in his dreams, in his nightmares, in his waking hours for years.

Slowly, carefully, Harry twists over and pushes up onto his hands and knees. He stays there, short breath fogging in front of his face, and his pursuer lets him. Harry has no doubt of that; he’s being allowed this respite. This small moment to catch his bearings, heart pounding in his ears, blood singing.

“It seems I have finally caught you.”

Consuming Shadows - by Child_OTKW @childotkw

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7040089/chapters/16011331

I’ve read two of childOTKW’s fics and both of them are fantastically written and attention grabbing stories. This one was the first one I read, and it has a very interesting take on lily Potter (one which I really enjoy) and the plot can leave you on the edge of your seat at times. The characterization is great, and the process of Harry and Tom getting to know each other is done very well.

“His attention skipped passed the students and moved to the politicians’ pavilion. His gaze locked with crimson, and he nearly faltered under the sheer hunger in those eyes.

It unnerved him how fixated the man was on his dirtied, exhausted figure.

But what troubled him more was the slight smirk he could make out on the man’s lips. It was almost pleased.

On the night of the attack, Lily managed to escape with her infant son, but at the cost of her husband’s life. Distraught and distrusting of her friends, she fled to France with Harry, to raise him away from the corruption in Britain and the rising influence of the Dark Lord. She trains him to the best of her abilities, shaping him into a dangerous, intelligent and powerful wizard.

But when Britain re-establishes the Triwizard Tournament, and Harry is forced to return to his once-home, he finds himself questioning whether he really wants to kill the Dark Lord. Voldemort finds an unexpected challenge in the child, and as his intrigue and amusement grows, so too does the desire to possess the spark in those defiant green eyes.”

A story that is kind of similar but not really: The Train to Nowhere

You Belong To Me (I Belong To You) - by child_OTKW

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11270490/chapters/25203408

This is a story inspired by the manwha ‘At The End Of The Road’ by Haribo. A comic I read before reading this, which is very good I recommend it. They do not take the exact plot from the comic though, obviously changing significant details for it to work properly as a Tomarry Fic, but one main thing stays the same, which is that this is a body swap. Honestly I really enjoy childOTKW’s works, and this is no exception. The characterization is wonderful as always, and Harry is Fantastic. Plus I’ve always been a fan of time travel fics. (Fair warning this is another slow burn and Harry centric)

“What I find absolutely fascinating,” Riddle said, stalking closer, “is you.” He marched forward, backing Harry up until he was pinned to the cool wall of the common room. “Do you know why?”

“No. And I’ll be honest here, Riddle, I don’t particularly care.”

The taller boy grinned at him, small yet infinitely pleased. “That. Right there.” One hand rose and brushed some of Harry’s fringe from his face. “Nathan Ciro was a spineless little boy too afraid of his own shadow to dare even glance in my direction. But you…”

He leaned closer, “You look at me like you want to stab me.”

“After an accident, Auror Harry Potter wakes up in the body of fourteen year old Nathan Ciro, a tormented Slytherin who recently tried to end his own life. Seeking answers to his strange predicament, Harry returns to Hogwarts, and causes quite the stir through staff and students - especially when they come to realise he is not the same boy as before.

He tries to avoid suspicion, but as his quest for the truth draws more and more attention to him, Harry begins to think that he might not like what he will discover.”

Some Bonus AU tomarry

A Thousand Paths Among The Stars - by Haplessshippo @haplesshippo

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12015060/chapters/27191238

This is a star trek au and it’s honestly my favorite tomarry au fic. Granted, I am a huge sci-fi fan. There’s also a bit of a twist at the end, or at least it surprised me, due to the way we usually expect tomarry plots to go.

“Harry Potter, newly appointed Captain of the Marauder and son of the famous Captain James Potter, was falling apart at the seams. His crew didn’t respect him, he was lost in the empty expanse of space, nightmares plagued his sleep, and his Commander deserved the Captain position more than he did. Good thing multiple attempts on his life and a vicious warlord after his head was all it took to turn it all around.

Alternatively, that space fic in which Harry Potter almost dies too many times, Tom Riddle slowly becomes the most smitten fool on the ship, and the rest of the crew are all just a bunch of assholes with popcorn watching the show. And exploding ships, don't forget the exploding ships.”

The Matchmaker - by TanninTele

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16507676/chapters/38664089

I am ALSO a huge true crime fan, and this story has a criminal that kinda reminds me of one that might appear in Hannibal (but with less murder). I enjoy the characterization, though tom is pretty tame in this compared to more cannon fics, considering he’s not the criminal and instead an investigator. Harry is also different from how people usually portray him, but I still like it.

“'The Matchmaker' is a serial abductor whose modus operandi consists of pairing two same-sex individuals together in a coffin, six feet underground - buried alive. He isn't a killer. He's a kidnapper with morals, and Detective Chief Inspector Tom Riddle finds himself obsessed with solving the case.

Unfortunately for Tom, the Matchmaker is just as intent on knowing him.”

And on to the Sevitus Stories

Far Beyond A Promise Kept - by oliversnape

https://archiveofourown.org/works/547431/chapters/974693

A classic, Harry stays with snape and unintentionally proves all his assumptions wrong and makes snape care about him. Both the stories have this aspect, but this one has snape a bit nicer from the get go. Probably because it takes place during the third book, so they’ve only known each other two years. It’s quite wholesome though, and I rather enjoy the progression of their relationship.

“Snape never wanted anyone to know of his promise to Dumbledore, but has realised that he can protect Potter much better by taking a less passive role in the boy's training. Actually liking Harry Potter has never been part of his plan. mentor/guardian.”

Crime And Punishment - by melolcatsi

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24102232/chapters/58018174

Snape and Harry have way more of a rocky start in this one, and Snape having to pick Harry up from the police station Really Doesn’t Help Snape’s opinion of him. This story very realistically shows the progression of their relationship, going from enemies to family, and near the ‘end’ (it’s not finished) it becomes very wholesome with Snape trying to help Harry with his mental and physical health after years of abuse/ neglect.

“Harry is accused of burglary. The Dursleys leave him to rot. Dumbledore sends Snape to remedy the situation. Harry finds himself in the care of an irate Snape. Not slash, gen-fic w/ focus on Sevitus relationship. Angst galore. Warnings: coarse and suggestive language, mentions of abuse/neglect. Un-betaed and un-Britpicked.”

#tomarry #tom riddle #harry potter #sevitus #severus snape #fanfic #fanfic reccomendation #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #tom riddle x harry potter

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tricksters-captain · 3 years

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Bucky Barnes imagines - Some Sunny Day Part 2

AN: I’m splitting episode 3 into two chapters because so much happens.

Summary: Before the Blip, you and Bucky were close. After you both returning and Tony’s funeral, you decided to go back to your home town to spend time with your family. When duty calls, you return.

In this chapter: Despite your protests, Bucky seeks out Zemo (Based on S1 EP3)

(PART 1 HERE)

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Sam Wilson x Platonic!Reader

Word Count: 5,196

Warnings: Spoilers for episode 3, violence, strong language.

You watched Bucky as he sat beside you on the aircraft.

“Do you mind?” Bucky’s side eye didn’t make you look away.

“I’m just trying to see what’s going through that head of yours.” You confessed. You were all on your way to Germany to visit Zemo. It wasn’t a plan you were happy with but it was the plan.

“Don’t bother.” Bucky frowned, looking down at his hands on his lap. “And don’t ask me if I think this is a good idea again.”

“I wasn’t going to ask that.” You turned away from the man.

“What was it then?” Bucky asked.

“I was going to ask if you were sure you wanted to do this.” It was another question you had already asked 20 times or more but you couldn’t shake the overwhelming feeling of anxiety about this trip.

“She has a right to be worried, Buck. The last time you were alone with Zemo, you ended up putting (Y/n) through three windows.” Sam reminded you both of what happened the last time you were in Berlin.

“It won’t happen this time.” Bucky tried to reassure you both but you still felt uneasy.

After another hour or so Sam announced that you were almost there.

It was a short drive to the prison from the airport but once you were inside, you felt your chest begin to tighten again.

“He’s just through that corridor.” The German guard gestured up ahead and that’s when Bucky stopped you.

“Alright. Give us a sec.” Bucky instructed the security guard before turning to you and Sam. “I’m gonna go in alone.”

“Why?” Sam asked,

“You’re Avengers. You know how he feels about that.” Bucky said as he looked between the two of you.

“It’s not like you two were known for frolickin’ in the sun together.” Sam felt he needed to remind Bucky of the past again. However, Bucky stood his ground.

“He was obsessed with HYDRA. We have a history together. Trust me. I got it.”

“Buck...” You started,

“I got it.” He repeated himself before you could say anything else.

You watched Bucky head through the doors alone.

“Let’s wait outside. This place gives me the creeps.” Sam encouraged you to follow him to which you didn’t do without hesitation.

Sam brought you a hot drink as you sat on a bench outside.

“I forgot how worried he can make you.” Sam admitted as he sat down beside you.

“I’ve seen what he went through, Sam. All of it leading up to Zemo. I just... I don’t want it happening to him again.” You knew you couldn’t explain the extent of why you cared for Bucky.

“You love him.” Sam said. It wasn’t a question but rather a statement. “I can see it clear as day. Anyone could if they stuck around long enough.”

“Why are you bringing this up, Sam?” You sighed, looking away from him.

“Because it’s also obvious that he loves you too. You run around driving each other crazy with worry but you have none of the good stuff that comes with being in love with someone.”

“What do you know about love, Don Juan?” You chuckled as you tried to lighten the tone.

“I know it when I see it.” Sam smiled but there was a sadness behind his eyes.

“Things are complicated, Sam.” You muttered, “You already know that.”

“Well I also think that if Bucky got some he’d be a whole lot less angsty all the damn time.” You knew Sam only said it to make you laugh but you still gave him a whack for the comment.

“Shut up, Sam.” You shook your head, trying not to smile at the inappropriate comment.

Sam kept you entertained by a couple of silly games of rock, paper, scissors before Bucky returned.

“Come on, I got some information. We gotta go.” Bucky hurried you and Sam along.

“Just like that?” You were surprised that Zemo even spoke to Bucky at all.

“A location. I’ll explain everything once we get there.” Bucky wasn’t giving you much information and it was making you a little suspicious.

“Hey, hey, hey...” Sam ran after Bucky, stopping him. “You gotta give us a little more than that.”

“Zemo agreed to help us after hearing that there were more super soldiers. It was his life ambition to stop the winter soldier programme and he’s given us a lead.” Bucky explained.

“And you’re just gonna trust his word?” You probed.

“There’s not much else we can do.” Bucky did make a point.

It didn’t take long to reach the large warehouse/garage that Bucky wanted to go to.

Bucky on the way had started rambling about breaking Zemo out of jail in order to help you guys which sounded ridiculous to you.

“Tell me you’re joking, Buck.” You pleaded, unsure whether he had lost his mind entirely.

“He’s our best shot at finding who is making the serum and he’d be a lot more useful out than in.” Bucky opened the door to the building and you followed him inside.

“What are you talking about? You wanna break Zemo outta jail? Where are we, Buck? Have you lost your mind?” Sam was just as lost as you were as he shot questions at Bucky.

“We have no leads, no moves, nothing.” Bucky sighed as you made your way in with your flashlights.

“What we have is one of the most dangerous men in the world behind bars.” Sam argued.

“We also have eight Super Soldiers that are loose.” Bucky retorted.

“Anyway, I thought this was a lead?” You tried to look around but the place was badly lit. There were mainly mechanic tools and lots of storage scattered around.

“It’s complicated.” Bucky frowned.

“What’s complicated is Zemo. He’s gonna mess with our minds. Especially yours. No offence.” Sam shone his flashlight at Bucky as he spoke.

“Offence.” Bucky didn’t look impressed as he found the light switch. “Super Soldiers go against everything he believes in. He is crazy, but he still has a code.”

“I’ve been on the wrong side of that code and so have you. He blew up the UN, he killed King T’Chaka and framed you for it. Did you forget that? You think the Wakandans forgot about it? It’s a rhetorical question. They didn’t. I know why this matters to you, but it’s pushing you off the deep end.” Sam stepped closer to Bucky. You couldn’t deny that Sam had a point. Zemo was the one who tore the avengers apart by framing Bucky. “We don’t know how they’re gettin’ the serum. We don’t even know how many of them there are.” Bucky couldn’t give up. “Let me just walk you through a hypothetical. Can I?”

“What did you do?” Sam narrowed his eyes at Bucky.

You were busy looking inside the car that was revealed by the lights coming on.

“I didn’t do anything.” Bucky shook his head before he continued with his ‘hypothetical’.

“The weakest point in any system isn’t the software, the hardware, it’s the meatware. The human element. Now, in this lockup, it’s nine to one, prisoners to guards. And if two prisoners start fighting, then the protocol says four guards have to respond.”

“So why would two prisoners randomly start fighting at that moment? Who knows?” Sam questioned.

“There could be many reasons…” Bucky shrugged. “But the point is, these things escalate. Lockdown procedures would have to be initiated, and with all those bodies flying around left and right, wouldn’t be hard to slip down a hallway or two.

At this point, you stopped looking around and looked over at Bucky with your arms across your chest. You weren’t liking how thought out this plan was sounding.

“And if the fire alarm got tripped while the prisoners were being separated someone could use the chaos to their advantage.” Bucky continued.

“I don’t like how casual you’re bein’ about this. This is unnatural. Are you… And where are we, man?” Sam gestured around the place with confusion locked on his face.

“Bucky, I’m with Sam on this one. I’ve got a bad feeling and–––” A door opening behind you cut you short.

You turned around to see Zemo walk through the plastic door curtains.

“Woah, woah, woah!” Sam jumped forward instructively. Bucky managed to stop him but he didn't stop you.

You rushed towards Zemo and held the tip of one of your knives to his Adams apple as he held his hands up.

“What are you doing here?” Sam shouted at Zemo before snapping back to Bucky.

“I didn’t tell ’cause I knew you wouldn’t let this happen.” Bucky admitted.

“What did you do?” Sam pointed at Zemo in shock.

“We need him.” Bucky stated to which you chuckled harshly, pressing your knife a little harder.

“You’re going back to prison!” Sam called over.

“If I may..? “ Zemo tried to speak but you all shut him up with a unanimous ‘No.’

“Apologies.” Zemo mumbled.

“(Y/n), put the knife down.” Bucky came towards you and wrapped his hand round your wrist. “Please?”

You did. Slowly.

“Look, when Steve refused to sign the Sokovia Accords, you both backed him. You broke the law, and you stuck your neck out for me. I’m asking you to do it again.” Bucky looked back and forth from you to Sam.

“I really think I’m invaluable.” Zemo spoke again.

“Shut up.” You rose the knife again to which Zemo took a step back and pretended to zip his mouth shut.

“Okay.” Sam sighed after a moment of contemplation. “If we do this, you don’t make a move without our permission.”

“Fair.” Zemo nodded.

“Bucky... You understand what this means right? If they find out we took Zemo, specifically you. We’ll be on the run again and I don’t know if there will be a pardon this time either.” The concern in your eyes made Bucky frown.

“It’ll be alright. He's the only shot we got to stop these guys.” Bucky wasn’t sure if he believed his own words but he was praying that this was the best thing to do.

“Alright.” You turned to Zemo. “So where do we start?”

Zemo gestured for you to follow him before taking you into another dark room. You kept your knife in your hand just in case.

He reached for the light switch to reveal a mass of classic cars.

“So our first move is grand theft auto?” Sam cocked his eyebrow at the impressive collection.

“These are mine. Collected by family over the generations. I spent years hunting people HYDRA recruited to recreate the serum. Because once it’s out there, someone can create an army of people… like the Avengers.” Zemo entered one of the cars and pulled out a bag. “I ended the Winter Soldier program once before. I have no intention to leave my work unfinished. To do this, we’ll have to scale a ladder of lowlifes.”

“Well, join the party. We’ve already started.” Sam told the man.

“First stop is a woman named Selby. Mid-level fence I still have a line on. From there, we climb.” Zemo took his bag and headed into another room.

“Jesus... How big is this place?” You looked around to see it was full of clothes.

“First I change and then we head to Selby.” Zemo placed the bag down before filing through one if the rails of clothes.

“How are we supposed to get anywhere with Zemo on our hands? We can’t exactly call Torres and ask for a ride but please ignore the fugitive that’s coming with us.” You looked between the boys.

“I will get us there.” Zemo told you.

“Great.” You pressed a fake smile onto your face which Zemo chose not to acknowledge.

Before you knew it you were at the airport at Zemo’s private jet.

“So all this time you’ve been rich?” Sam’s eyes went wide at the sight of the plane.

“I’m a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country.” Zemo spoke as if it was well known information. You felt a pang hit you in the chest, it happened every time you thought of Sokovia... it was guilt.

You watched Zemo greet an elderly man in a suit before you entered the jet.

You sat furtherest away from Zemo, still feeling very uncomfortable about him being free and under your custody.

You watched him sip on a glass of champagne like he had no worries in the world.

“You don’t know what it’s like to be locked in a cell. Oh. That’s right you do.” Zemo reminded you of the time Tony had locked a lot of the avengers up.

“Why don’t you tell us about where we’re going?” Sam suggested.

“I’m sorry. I was just fascinated by this. I don’t know what to call it, but this part seems to be important. Who is Nakajima?”

Before you could blink, Bucky had lunged forward and taken Zemo by the neck.

“If you touch that again, I’ll kill you.” Bucky kept hold of Zemo for a second longer before sitting back down. You had fought the urge to get up and take hold of his arm to calm him down.

"I’m sorry. I understand that list of names. People you’ve wronged as the Winter Soldier.” Zemo made no attempt at a sincere apology for the invasion of privacy.

“Don’t push it.” Bucky warned him.

“I’ve seen that book. It was Steve’s when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What’d you think?” Sam smiled as he thought back on the memory.

“I like ’40s music, so…” Bucky shrugged.

“You didn’t like it?” Sam seemed more shock to hear this than when he saw Zemo.

“I liked it.” Bucky proclaimed.

“It is a masterpiece, James. Complete. Comprehensive. It captures the African-American experience.” Even Zemo had to get involved.

“He’s out of line, but he’s right. It’s great. Everybody loves Marvin Gaye.” Sam turned back to Bucky after giving side eye to Zemo.

“I like Marvin Gaye.” Bucky repeated.

“Steve adored Marvin Gaye.” Sam couldn’t drop it but you didn’t bother getting involved.

You looked at the book in Bucky’s hands. You knew Steve had given it to him before but seeing it again after all this time brought up a hundred thoughts. You remembered the many things you had told Steve to watch or eat or listen to like ABBA, Mochi ice cream and pranking him by suggesting the twilight movie as must see.

“You must have really looked up to Steve.” Zemo mentioning Steve made you look up again. “But I realised something when I met him. The danger with people like him, America’s Super Soldiers, is that we put them on pedestals.”

“Watch your step, Zemo.” Sam warned him.

“They become symbols. Icons. And then we start to forget about their flaws. From there, cities fly, innocent people die. Movements are formed, wars are fought. You remember that, right?” Zemo looked over at Bucky. “As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad icon. Do we want to live in a world full of people like the Red Skull? That is why we’re going to Madripoor.”

“What’s up with Madripoor? You talk about it like it’s Skull Island.” Sam asked but you already knew of Madripoor. Anyone with links to the underworld of crime knew of Madripoor.

“It’s an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a pirate sanctuary back in the 1800s.” Bucky informed him.

“It’s kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.” Zemo looked down at his duffel bag of clothes that you had watched him pack before.

“What do you mean by that?” You finally chimed into the conversation.

“James will have to retake the person of the Winter Soldier. You both will have a role to play also.” Zemo explained, turning to face you as you sat in the chair by the back wall of the jet.

“Bucky, can I speak to you privately?” You looked past Zemo to Bucky. Bucky gave you a look to ask where would you go so you stood and opened the cabin toilets door.

Bucky huffed before following you in.

“Bucky I’m not okay with this.” You whispered as you pressed yourself up against the wall so you could try and fit both you and Bucky a little more comfortably.

“This isn’t up to you.” Bucky sighed.

“Everything about this situation is making every nerve in my body scream this is a bad idea.” You folded your arms across your chest as you stared up at Bucky.

“How many times do I have to tell you that this is the only plan we got?”

“I don’t trust him.” You kept your voice low as you threw your hand up in the direction of the door.

“Do you trust me?” Bucky asked.

“I’m starting to question it.” You muttered.

Bucky just stared at you in response.

“Yes, I trust you.” You grumbled, caving in.

“Anyway I have you if things go bad.” Bucky tried to make light of the situation but you weren't impressed.

You left the bathroom and remained silent until you drew closer to Madripoor.

Upon your arrival in Madripoor, you were handed some clothes to change into.

“You’ve got to be kidding me?” You held up the small material dress that you were meant to wear.

“I had to choose a disguise that would cover your face. Too many people here would know you from your days before the avengers and after.” Zemo defended his choice of ‘costume’ for you.

“So I’m assassin barbie?” You scoffed before taking to the bathroom to change.

You slid on the black leather playsuit and boots, along with the mask that Zemo gave you.

You felt exposed and uncomfortable. You managed to hide a few knives in your boots and you slid on a thigh holster to hold some more to make you feel like you were protected at least.

“Loose the knives.” Zemo instructed.

“Are you serious?” You were growing more agitated by the minute with this man.

“You are playing an escort. You can’t have knives on show.” Zemo pointed to your holster.

You bit down on your cheek as you removed it.

“Fine.” You then left the plane to Sam and Bucky waiting outside. Bucky’s eyes went wide at the sight of you but he tried to hide it by clearing his throat and looking away.

“We have to fix this. I’m the only one who looks like a pimp.” Sam was wearing a red patterned suit and chains. He didn’t look too bad in it either.

“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.” Zemo handed Sam his phone revealing a picture of Conrad Mack.

“He even has a bad nickname. Hell, he does look like me, though.” Sam took the phone and looked down at the picture.

“(Y/n) is playing your partner for the night. Conrad is known for his appreciation for the finer things in life and often has a woman on his arm Therefore, (Y/n), you must be attached to Sam’s hip the entire night.” Zemo filled you all in on the reason behind your disguise.

“Excuse me, what?” Bucky almost choked at the idea of you having to be Sam’s woman for the night.

“Well it is the only disguise that makes sense. She can’t be your girlfriend as you are the Winter Soldier. She can’t be mine as everyone knows I am loyal to my wife. She has to be the smiling tigers current whore.”

“Watch your mouth.” Bucky hissed.

“We all must play a part.” Zemo defended his choice of words. “You smell this?”

“Yeah, what is that? Acid?” Sam asked.

“Madripoor. No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There’s no margin for error. High Town’s that way. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town’s the other way.” Zemo gestured across the city as a car approached you all.

“Let me guess. We don’t have any friends in High Town.” You sighed as Zemo opened the car door for you.

“Not if we want the answers we are looking for.” Zemo climbed into the car after you and then the boys followed.

It didn't take too long to find the way to low town. You had been to Madripoor before but it had been years ago.

You did as you were ordered when you all exited Zemo’s car. You stuck by Sam, walking in the middle of Sam and Bucky.

The air wasn’t cold but it felt thick, you could feel it sticking to your bare skin which gave you the desperate urge to take a long shower.

“Here we are.” Zemo had brought you to a bar. It was busy and filled with a lot of men.

“Ready to comply, Winter Soldier?” You heard Zemo ask Bucky in Russian.

You heard whispers around you questioning if Bucky was who everyone thought he was. It made your gut clench with nerves but you didn’t let it show.

“Hello, gentlemen. Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.” The bartender greeted Sam and Zemo but barely brushed a glance over you.

“His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby.” Zemo spoke for Sam. You then felt Sam wrap his arm around your waist. You leaned into him, batting your eyelashes first at Sam and then the bartender.

“The usual?” The bartender asked Sam. He nodded, afraid that if he spoke then it would give away the facade.

You were thankful you were wearing a face mask when you saw the drink made for the Smiling Tiger. You grimaced at the dead snake being cut open and then again when one of its organs was dropped into Sam’s shot.

“Ah, Smiling Tiger. Your favourite.” Zemo picked up his own drink as he looked down at Sam’s.

“I love these.” Sam forced himself to speak.

“Cheers, Conrad.” Zemo and Sam touched glasses before Sam hesitantly shot back the drink. You could tell Bucky enjoyed watching that.

“I got word from on high. You ain’t welcome here.” A man suddenly approached from behind and tapped Zemo on the shoulder. You felt Sam’s grip on you tighten protectively.

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me...” Zemo held his hand out to show his new bodyguard.

“New haircut?” The stranger looked Bucky up and down.

“Or bring Selby for a chat.” Zemo gave him the other option. The man retreated.

“A power broker? Really?” Bucky spoke once the stranger had left.

“Every kingdom needs its king. Let’s just pray we stay under his radar.”

“Do you know him?” Sam asked.

“Only by reputation.” Zemo admitted honestly.

“In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner. You can’t visit low town without appearing on his radar.” You spoke up as you let yourself look around the room and take in just how many threats were around.

“And you know this why?” Sam looked down at you. He must've forgotten your past.

“I was a free agent before the Avengers. I've been here undercover a few times especially when I was a young teenager. Surprise Surprise evil guys like little girls.” You kept quiet in case anyone around was listening.

Zemo suddenly spoke a command for Bucky in Russian once again and that’s when another stranger put his hands on Zemo.

You watched Bucky follow orders and he didn’t hold back.

He grabbed hold of the strangers wrist and pulled him off Zemo before attacking him and several others around.

You took notice of those around with their phones out. Cameras...

You went to step forward when you felt Sam squeeze your side. He gave you a look that told you no.

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” Zemo muttered to you and Sam. You wanted to punch him.

Bucky slammed another man onto the bar and that’s when you heard the wave of guns cocking.

Sam took hold of Bucky’s arm when Zemo told him to stay in character.

Instead Zemo told Bucky to stand down once you were informed you could see Selby.

Sam took hold of you hand and dragged you along side him as you all left the bar.

“She isn’t welcome.” One of the guards stopped you before you could enter the room.

“Excuse me?” Sam scoffed at the guard. “She’s with me and so she is welcome.”

“Let her in!” You heard an English accent call from ahead.

“You should know, Baron. People don’t just come into my bar and make demands.” Selby was an older woman with a white pixie cut and a sly grin. Sam remained stood and so did Bucky but Sam had commanded you to take a seat next to Zemo.

“Not a demand. An offer.” Zemo was impressing you by how cool he was playing this. It also worried you.

“A lot has changed since you were here last. By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison. How did you escape?“ Selby asked.

“People like us always find a way, don’t we? I’m sure you’ve already figured out what I’m here for.”

“You’re taller than I’d heard, Smiling Tiger.” Selby ignored Zemo as she eyed up Sam.” What’s the offer?”

“Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum. And I give you him, along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything you want.”Zemo had risen from his seat and held Bucky by the chin.

“Now that’s the Zemo I remember. I’m glad I decided not to kill you immediately. Yeah, you were right to come to me. Arrogant, but right. The super-soldier serum is here in Madripoor. Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you wanna thank...Or condemn, depending on what side of this you’re on. The Power Broker had him working on the serum, but… things didn’t go as planned.” Selby fed you what she knew.

“Is Nagel still in Madripoor?” Zemo questioned.

“Oh. The bread crumbs you can have for free, but the bakery is gonna cost you, Baron. And before you get all cute, don’t think you can find Nagel without me.” Selby pushed herself from her seat and walked across the room.

That’s when Sam’s mobile went off.

“Answer it. On speaker.” Selby ordered. The gun behind Sam made him pull out his phone.

“Hello?” He answered.

“Hey, um, we need to talk about this situation. It’s been drivin’ me nuts.” A woman’s voice came through.

“What situation exactly are you talkin’ about?” Sam tried his best to keep up his persona.

“Are you high? You know what situation, it’s the only situation me and you have.” The woman’s attitude was not helping Sam’s case.

“What situation, Sarah? Say it.” Sam demanded.

“The damn boat. And watch your tone. Okay? I let you slide at the bank.” Sarah snapped back.

“The bank. Yeah. Laundered so much...” Sam chuckled. “Yeah, they’ll come around.”

“If that was the case, then why’d they dog you out, Big Time?” Sarah asked.

“Yeah, you damn right I’m Big Time. You’ll see when I have that banker killed.” Sam tried to seem intimidating but at that moment you knew you were screwed. You reached down into your boot to take a knife just in case.

“Cass! What’d I tell you about the Cheerios? I don’t have time for this! Sam, I’m sorry. I’ll call you back.” Sarah had used Sam’s name and that was the end of it.

“Sam? Who’s Sam?” Selby looked pissed. “Kill them!” She ordered but before her hired men could react, a bullet came through the window and shot Selby down.

You snatched two knives from your boot and sent them into the guard behind Sam.

Bucky immediately reacted with taking out the other guard.

“They’re gonna pin this on us.” You took the knives from the body as the boys took the guns.

“We have a real problem now, so leave your weapons and follow my lead.” Zemo’s order made the boys put their guns down but you just wiped your knives and placed them back in your boot.

You left the club in a hurry. Text chimes went off around you and you knew the power broker had seen what happened.

You were well and truly fucked.

“This is not good.” Zemo’s last words before the shooting started.

You took off alongside Bucky and Sam, cursing the fact that Zemo had put you in the most uncomfortable shoes on the planet.

“I can’t run in these heels!” Sam shouted which almost made you laugh.

“Down here!” You took a turn into an alley to get off the road as two mopeds appeared behind you.

Before you could spin around to fight, a shooter had taken them out.

“You seem to have a guardian angel.” Zemo looked just. as confused you felt. You weren’t aware you knew anyone who was in Madripoor at the moment.

“Well, this is too perfect. Drop it, Zemo.” A familiar face soon revealed itself from the shadows.

“Sharon?” Sam furrowed his brow at the woman.

“You cost me everything.” Sharon ignore Sam as she spoke to Zemo.

“Sharon, wait. Someone recreated the super-soldier serum and Zemo had a lead.” Sam stepped ahead of Zemo to protest him.

“That explains why you guys are here. And Selby’s dead.”Sharon glowered at the four of you.

“So what are you doing here?” Bucky asked the question on everyones mind.

“I stole Steve’s shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass, so that you could save him from him. I didn’t have the Avengers to back me up. So I’m off the grid in Madripoor.” Sharon informed you.

“Don’t blow smoke. Both (Y/n) and I were on the run, too.” Sam didn't bother with feeling pity.

“Was. Is. Big difference. I don’t speak to my family anymore. I can’t. My own father doesn’t know where I am.” Sharon shot back.

“Listen, Sharon, we need your help.” Bucky interrupted her before she could say anything else.

“Please.” You added. You and Sharon were friendly for a time before the world went to hell. You figured she’d help you at least.

“This isn’t over. I have a place in High Town. You’ll be safe there for a while.” Sharon sighed, giving in and lowering her gun.

“Thank you.” You pressed a small smile onto your face but Sharon didn’t reciprocate.

She managed to get you to a car safely and you headed out of low town for the night.

(PART 3 HERE)

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I know it's NOT possible, but what if a cure for vampirism was found and the Cullen's could choose whether to become human again. Which of them would take it? I think Rosalie and Emmett would. (Rosalie excited, Emmett is cool either way but wants to make her happy). Alice and Jasper seem content as vampires. Carlisle and Esme idk.

I think Edward would be excited to be human again with Bella but Bella would NOT want it. (Idk how it would work with Resume, I feel like that might be the only thing that would change Edwards answer. Maybe he'd want them all to wait until she was grown?)

I honestly feel like if SM wanted a Happily Ever After ending, this was the only way to do it that would feel consistent with the "oh, woe, I'm cursed to endless night!" stuff she was selling about vampires. It's like she wanted to have all the angst and melancholy of the Classic vampire genre but then also wanted a Cinderella fairy tale so we get this weird ending where it's like "actually ignore everything Edward, Rosalie, Jacob, etc said! Being a vampire is easy and awesome after all!" and it just felt weird. The middle books don't make ANY sense unless being a vampire is objectively Bad and something to be avoided. Edward leaving is only noble if he's doing it to save Bella from becoming a vampire. Jacob's desperation to keep Bella human/make her realize she loves him only makes sense if being a vampire is bad. Bella the Bestest and Happiest Vampire Ever and Renesmee the Precious Angel Vampiric Child just . . . don't work with those themes from the middle books.

A CURE for vampirism would work so much better as a happy ending. But yeah, it's a big question as to which Cullens would go for it. (I lowkey thought that maybe James' bite would be like an inoculation against vampire venom and they'd go to change Bella and it wouldn't work and then they could create a cure from her blood but no apparently the James bite really never mattered again. Oh well!)

I agree that Rosalie would want it and Emmett would go along with it to make her happy. He doesn't mind being a vampire but he's cool with becoming human too, and obviously it's important to Rose. If this takes place post-BD then Edward/Bella gets a lot more complicated. If it were a scenario like I outline where the cure were created from Bella's blood and she couldn't be turned, the answer is obvious. Edward becomes human. I think Bella would always be lowkey disappointed she didn't get to become a sparkly immortal with her forever love, but he'd become human for her and it would work out I guess. Post-BD Bella obviously LOVES being a vampire, she's born for it. Edward seems happier with his lot too, but I wonder if a cure might shake the acceptance he'd found. It's one thing to make peace with a situation when there is no way back; but if there IS a way . . . I could see him being excited and thrilled by this discovery, assuming that Bella would want it too and then it becoming a whole thing when she's like "what why would I want to be human again?"

I don't think a cure would work on Renesmee at all, personally, because she was BORN half-vampire. It's not a transformation she underwent like it is for full vamps, it's just what she IS. So I think regardless she's a hybrid forever, and that might keep Edward from pushing too hard for him and Bella to go back to humans, so they can stay immortal with their daughter.

I could argue either way for Carlisle and Esme. On the one hand Carlisle seems to have made peace with vampirism for the most part, and you could argue that he can do a lot more good as an immortal doctor than he could as a human one with a limited lifespan. On the other hand, I think you can make the argument that deep down everything he does reflects a desire to be human. Unlike other vampires, he has a house. He has a job. He kept his surname. He doesn't have a mate--he has a wife. Like, he actually married her for realsies. He has "children." He's made peace with vampirism by mimicking a human life as much as possible. And like with Edward, discovering there IS a way back might destabilize the peace he had built.

With Esme the temptation might be the ability to have children. Adoption is absolutely valid, but there's a big difference between adopting young adults who are frozen at one age forever and raising a child, or even adopting a human teen that would age and grow. Esme's found a lot of happiness and fulfillment with her family, but there's a lot she's missed out on by having EternaTeens. Becoming humans means she could potentially have children with Carlisle, the man of her dreams, and actually raise them and watch them grow. That might be enough for her to want it.

I'm gonna be wishy-washy and say in the post-BD scenario where Renesmee exists and can't be cured, C/Es decide to stay vampires along with E/B/Ness. In a scenario with no Nessie and E/B are human, C/Es become human too.

Alice and Jasper don't. Maybe if it were temporary they might try it just for a lark--Alice might curious what being human is like, since she can't remember it--but I don't think they have any interest in being human really and they don't have any moral issues with vampirism in general. Alice doesn't eat people because she saw herself with the Cullens and they don't eat people, it's not necessarily that she has a deep-seated moral objection to it. Jasper doesn't eat people (or tries not to anyway) because his gift makes it unpleasant for him. Otherwise I don't think he'd care.

So whatever goes down with E/B and C/Es, I think R/Em become human and A/J stay vampires. If the rest of the crew go human too, then A/J are like the vampire protectors who look after them and keep them safe from other vampires.

#asks #long post

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unhealthyfanobsession · 3 years

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Do you think you’ll continue with the lawyer Nessian fic. It was so amazingly written I’d love to read more! I love all your writing anyways I’ll be happy with anything❤️

Ok not *technically* a Drabble request BUT I’m not ready to commit to a full lawyer AU that happens in order however I did just drum up a part 2 that we’ll say is several years before the previous lawyer AU. Nessian teasing in a bar and Rhys being a dumbass.

FYI the lawyer Drabble I’m talking about can be found HERE.

“I’m in love,” Rhys slurred. Cassian, a decent bit bigger than his brother and two drinks behind him, had a gentle buzz so he could only surmise that his brother was well passed sober.

“Congratulations,” Cassian grinned, clapping his hand on Rhys’ shoulder. “May I lay eyes upon the future Mrs. Dumbass.”

Rhys stared at him flatly. Blew a laugh out of his nose. “She’s not marrying you, brother.”

Cassian snorted, casting his eyes around the elegantly decorated little lounge they’d stepped into for the night. Lounge, not bar. Because they were mature adults now looking to take the edge off after a long day of work, not college students looking to get fucked up.

It was different.

It was different because the cocktails cost $20 and were served in actual stemware instead of red solo cups. They were evolving. Growing. Cassian was a lawyer now and Rhys was supposed to be doing actual work for his dad’s company so… no more dive bars.

Now they frequented little lounges where accountants and lawyers and bankers sat in tailored suits and discussed… adult things.

It was all very civilized.

And yet here was his brother. Every bit the horny college student they were trying not to be. Oh well, old dogs and all that.

“End of the bar.” Rhys jerked his head to the left and Cassian grinned.

“Might be a little old for you, champ.”

Rhys wrinkled his brow and turned to look at the grandmother doing a crossword puzzle on the far left side of the bar. A martini glass in front of her. Good for grandma.

“Other end of the bar!”

Cassian smirked. He didn’t need to turn his head, since he’s noticed her the second she walked in, but he still did. Just so he could look some more.

“Ah, you mean the deliciously dishevelled leggy brunette with her suit jacket on the chair beside her who just ripped the pins out of her hair like they personally offended her and then laid them in a neat little pile beside her Kobo?

“Mmm,” Rhys grinned, “I’d like her to rip those fingers through my hair.”

Cassian rolled his eyes. “Go for it, brother.”

Rhys grinned wider. “I think I will.” He straightened up, ran a hair through his artfully mussed hair, and pulled on the lapels of his Gucci suit jacket until they were even again.

Cassian snickered into his Old Fashioned. Rhys could straighten his jacket all he wanted. He could pretend he wasn’t drunk all he wanted. It wouldn’t matter one bit.

Not with Nesta Archeron.

Nesta Archeron who hated men that stunk of trust funds and privilege more than anything else in this world.

This would be fun to watch.

Watch her try to ignore him at first. Eyes glued to the page of her book, hand reaching up to wave through the air like Rhys was an annoying fly she could swat away.

Rhys, to his credit, was a clever little bastard. He asked the bartender for a refill of her drink and set it down in front of her then sat himself one stool down from her.

He didn’t move her jacket to sit next to her, which would have had her going feral. He just sat there, waiting.

After a few moments Nesta let out an exacerbated sigh that Cassian could hear from across the room. There was his girl.

Well, not his girl. Not even a little bit his girl, but… someday.

Cassian decided that he was going to Marry Nesta Archeron the first time she kicked his ass up and down a negotiation meeting. It was a couple years ago now. He’d been young and new at his firm. She was young and new too, but the words learning curve were not in Nesta’s vocabulary. Everything she did, she did with perfection.

Including getting rid of men she didn’t want hitting on her.

She said something to his brother that made Rhys’ half drunk, cocky, smile fall halfway down his face.

Cassian would’ve given his left eye to know what she said in that moment. She had a knack for jumping at the jugular and Rhys… oh Rhys. So obvious.

After a few moments and the continual fall of Rhys’ face, Cassian decided it was time to intervene. He knocked his drink back and straightened out his own suit jacket. Armani, still overpriced and designer but not so obvious or try hard as Mr. Up On The Trends with his Gucci. Nesta appreciated classics.

Simple. Clean lines, solid colours, classic. Which was why it was so fun just how attracted she was to his half wild self.

Unlike Rhys, Cassian plucked Nesta’s light grey suit jacket up off the stool beside her and reached over her head to hang it on a coat hook at the end of the bar. Settling himself into the chair beside her like it was exactly where he belonged. Which it was.

She turned around with an indignant shriek and a fire-breathing snarl that narrowed into just a hard glare when she realized it was him. Touching.

“This guy giving you trouble, Nes?”

Rhys choked on his whiskey and Cassian fought his hardest to keep a straight face.

“I so don’t need your saviour complex right now, Cassian.” Nesta scoffed.

“No,” Rhys rolled his eyes. “She was doing perfectly well scaring off everyone in a 10 mile radius all on her own.”

Nesta smiled sweetly, “I was just playing your game.”

Rhys sputtered again. Looked up at his brother. “This devil woman that you apparently already know,” he glared, “is all yours. I’m going home.”

“Be sure to drink plenty of water!” Nesta sing songed after him. Rhys flipped them both off on his way out.

“What’d you say to him?”

Nesta smiled. A pretty, feline little thing. “He said he wanted to chat. Suggested 20 question, which is the lamest, oldest, crustiest line in the book. So I went first. Asked just how small his dick was that he felt the need to overcompensate with the swagger and the gratuitous displays of wealth. He thought he was quite clever to use his question to ask if I wanted to check for myself how not small his dick was and then I asked if his daddy never loved him and that’s where all of that machismo masking painfully obvious and deep seeded feelings of inadequacy and insecurity came from. I was going to offer him my friend’s number before you showed up. She’s an excellent therapist.”

Cassian laughed. Hard. For a very long time. He loved Rhys, but sometimes the kid could use a nice set down. It was always sweeter when delivered by a beautiful woman. Not to mention, Cassian himself had gotten the same ice cold rejection the first time he met Nesta. When he asked if she wanted to get a coffee and she looked at him like something she’d scraped off the bottom of her shoe. That Rhys was chased off so easily just proved he couldn’t take the heat.

“You know the walking trust fund, I presume?” Nesta boredly sipped the drink Rhys had bought her. And even that was somehow amusing.

“Only for the last couple decades or so,” Cassian grinned. “He’s like a brother to me.”

“Explains a lot.”

“Your insults are more impactful when you clarify which person is being insulted.”

“I was going for the two birds one stone method.”

“In that case, consider me wounded, sweetheart.”

Nesta scoffed, “Unfortunately not mortally.”

“Oh Nesta, if I weren’t here you’d die of boredom and you know it. No one else can run you up and down the courtroom like I can.” Now. Cassian grinned as he watched the word flash across her eyes. He’d never live that first blunder down.

Nesta rose an eyebrow. “Bold of you to assume you present any challenge whatsoever.”

Cassian signalled for another drink and leaned forward. “Alright, I’ll bite. Who in this entire city can give you more of a run for your money?”

“Vanserra.” Nesta looked him dead in the eye. And managed to keep a straight face. As if that wasn’t the funniest fucking thing he’d heard all day.

“Oh yes, Nepotism and Nepotism LLP certainly has us all shaking in our boots,” Cassian blew out a breath. “What are you working on now?”

“I’m working on upholding attorney-client privilege.”

“So, the Suncurser merger.”

Nesta looked up. “How did you-”

“Helion and I are old friends. I checked the zoning on the lots he was buying before the merger went ahead to make sure the expansion was even feasible. But, as you know, M&A isn’t my thing. So I may have… given him a referral.”

“Are there any rich playboys in this city that you aren’t friends with?” Nesta finished off her drink and pointedly didn’t signal for another. “And if you think I’m going to be grateful to you for sending this my way you’ve got another thing-“

“Helion is my friend.” Cassian repeated, cutting her off. “He believes in this merger and he wants it done right. You’re the best, Nesta. Why wouldn’t I send him to you?”

“It’s not just to get in my pants?” She narrowed her eyes.

Cassian laughed again. “Oh no, sweetheart. When you invite me into your bed it will have nothing to do with work. It’ll be because you’re tired of denying how much you want me.” Cassian leaned in closer, one hand resting on the back of her chair. “Tired of denying the thrill that shoots through your whole body when we lay into each other. In the court room or out.” His nose brushed against hers, just a little, and Cassian felt Nesta tense up. He smirked, mouth just inches away from hers. “Tired of denying how right this is.”

Nesta’s voice was rough, husky. “So your plan is to wear me down?”

Cassian smirked. “My plan,” his hand came up to stroke the silk covered expanse of her upper arm, “is to marry you, Nesta Archeron. But sure, we can start with wearing you down.”

***Feyre and Nesta look physically similar so you can’t tell me drunk Rhys wouldn’t hit on Nesta in a bar before realizing he’d made a terrible mistake and running away thank you***

Also tags yourself, I’m the grandma doing the crossword puzzle with a martini. She’s an icon and she is the moment.

#nessian #nessian fanfiction #drabbles open #nesta archeron #acosf #cassian #nesta and cassian #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury #acotar

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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i would love to read coops doing one of those lie detector youtube videos!!

This was such a fun fic to research! I highly recommend watching the Try Guys Lie Detector videos if you'd like some context. Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

“Why are there so many of these?” Remus muttered, shaking his hand around. A series of multicolored wires smacked the table and Marlene rolled her eyes as she passed. “Sorry.”

“Welcome back to Lion Pride!” Sirius said as he turned to the camera with a smile. “I’m Sirius Black, and I’m here today with my husband, Remus Lupin, to get some answers.”

“We are also joined by Mark, who is an expert at reading polygraphs,” Remus added.

A middle-aged man in a blue shirt raised his hand in a slight wave. “Thanks for having me. Since you’re already hooked up, you’ll be going first. This machine measures your sweat, your heart rate, and a couple other common tells for liars. Do you lie often?”

Remus hesitated; Sirius hid a smile in his hand. “No, since I suck at lying, but I’ll do it if it makes somebody feel better. I think I’m pretty good at that.”

They stared at the polygraph for a moment before Mark nodded. “Checks out. Take it away, Sirius.”

Sirius cleared his throat and took a notecard from his stack. “Was going to college worth it?”

“Yes,” Remus answered almost immediately. “I don’t know what I would have done without getting my degree and staying close to hockey. Wouldn’t have met you, for one.”

“True,” Mark said without looking up.

“Do you like my playoff beard?”

“I do, yeah.” Mark raised his eyebrows and Remus pressed his lips together. “Okay, sometimes it’s a little much, but you’re pretty good about keeping things under control.”

“Alright,” Sirius said with playful skepticism. “Good to know. Who’s your favorite Lion?”

“Besides you? Talker.”

“Yeah, we don’t need a polygraph to know that,” Sirius laughed when Mark nodded. “Did you like my last haircut?”

“Oh, fuck,” Remus said under his breath, looking away.

“I knew it.”

“It wasn’t bad—”

“He’s lying,” Mark interrupted.

Remus turned to him with betrayal written all over his expression. “Dude!”

“You are.”

“Answer the question, Loops,” Sirius said, leaning back in his chair. “How did you feel about my last haircut?”

He bit his lower lip. “It was a little too short and really threw me off for a couple days. But you didn’t like it, either.”

“I didn’t,” Sirius agreed, grinning. “But I vividly remember several ‘no, honey, you look great’ conversations.”

“Next question,” Remus sighed.

“Ha! This one is self-explanatory. Have you ever lied to me?”

“Yes, but only when I knew it would make you feel better.”

“True,” Mark confirmed.

“Do you think you’re a better dog owner than me?”

Remus thought for a moment. “No.”

“True.”

“Do you think I’m a better dog owner than you?” Sirius asked.

“No. I think we balance each other well, and we wouldn’t be as good apart.”

“True again.”

“Interesting.” Sirius surveyed the cards. “Do you trust me?”

“A hundred percent,” Remus answered without hesitation. Mark nodded.

“Do you think I would be a good dad?”

He rested his chin on his hand, then smiled a little. “I do, yeah. I think you know what to do and what notto do, and you’re very protective without being controlling. So, yeah. You’d be a good dad.”

Mark glanced over. “He’s telling the truth.”

Sirius leaned across the table and kissed Remus on the cheek. “Merci. Oh, this’ll be fun. Is any of our relationship just for show, especially on Lion Pride?”

Remus narrowed his eyes with a hum. “Yes and no.”

“Pick one,” Mark said.

“In a general sense? Yeah, sure. We’re not perfect all the time, but we pretend to be. The specifics stay honest, though. None of our relationship is based on building clout. We keep the core genuine.”

The polygraph beeped for a moment. “He’s telling the truth.”

“This one is super morbid. Ready?” Sirius rested his elbows on the table. “You are Spiderman, and you’re holding two trolleys over a lake. One holds me, and one holds Jules. Which one do you drop?”

“I love you, but I would absolutely drop you,” Remus said after only a brief period of thought.

“Oh, thank god,” Sirius huffed. “I would be so upset if it was the other way around.”

“Right? I love you more than anything, but it’s Jules.”

Remus turned to Mark, who shrugged. “True.”

“Do you think we live together well?” Sirius asked.

“After a full year of it?” Remus laughed. “Yeah, I do.”

“True.”

Sirius checked the list and his eyebrows rose. “You’re going to hate this one.”

“Am I?”

“What do you really think about my parents?”

Remus’ smile turned thin and Sirius spread his hands in a see? motion. He was quiet for a few seconds, then ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t think I’m allowed to use those words on this channel. Um, I don’t like them.”

Mark snorted. “Very true.”

“Last one,” Sirius warned, though his eyes crinkled happily at the edges. “Do you know how much I love you?”

“That’s cute,” Remus said. “And…yeah. I think I do.”

“Wrong,” Sirius said before Mark could answer. “You have absolutely no idea.”

“Sap,” Remus scoffed. His cheeks were pink, and he pressed a quick kiss to Sirius’ temple while they swapped chairs.

“He was telling the truth,” Mark informed them as he helped Remus untangle his arm and hand, then transferred the devices to Sirius. “Though I am interested to see the flipside. Do you lie often?”

“Not anymore. I’m pretty good at it, though.”

“First one: have you ever had a crush on one of your teammates?”

“Oh, for sure,” Sirius said with a light laugh. “I never did anything about it, but I was the king of pining for a solid decade.”

“True,” Mark affirmed.

Remus cocked an eyebrow. “Who is the handsomest Lion?”

Sirius bit his lip, making a thoughtful noise. “That’s a tough one. I’m assuming a player other than you?”

“Yes.”

“In that case…I think Dumo is the classic definition of ‘handsome’ even though he is so not my type, but Kasey might be the most attractive.”

“Not Pots?” Remus teased. Sirius pulled a face and flicked him on the arm.

“He’s being honest,” Mark said.

“Do you think you’re the best player on the team?”

“…no.”

“He’s lying.”

“Shit.” Sirius sighed heavily as Remus looked at him over the edge of his notecard. “Look, it’s—it’s not an ego thing.”

“It’s the captain thing, isn’t it?” Remus sounded quite amused.

“Yeah,” Sirius said, defeated. “It’s stupid, I know.”

Mark nodded. “He’s telling the truth.”

“Oh, another parent one,” Remus remarked. “Did my parents scare you?”

“Not really.”

Mark furrowed his brows. “You’re right in the middle.”

“Huh.” He thought for a few seconds. “I think seeing you all together was a lot like meeting Dumo’s family the first time. You’re just so…normal. And you genuinely like each other. So I wasn’t scared, but it was definitely an adjustment.”

“He’s telling the truth.”

Remus nodded. “Yeah, they adore you. I’m glad we didn’t chase you off, though. Does it really bother you that I leave my socks around the house?”

Sirius pressed his lips together as several people off-screen began to laugh. “I can’t answer that.”

“See, that’s all the answer I need.”

“Fine. Yes, but only because I don’t know where you get them from. You don’t actually own that many socks, and I still find them every-fucking-where.”

“True,” Mark said.

“I’ll try to keep a better eye on things,” Remus assured him, smiling. “You are Spiderman, and you’re holding two trolleys over a lake. One holds me, and one holds James. Which one do you drop?”

“Goddammit,” Sirius muttered, tilting his head back. He thought for a long, long moment. “I can’t answer that.”

The polygraph buzzed. “False.”

Sirius shook his head. “Neither of you. I wouldn’t drop either.”

Mark raised his eyebrows. “True.”

“On a much lighter note,” Remus said with a cough. “Which of us is lazier?”

“Me.”

“True.”

“Really?” Remus gave him a baffled look. “You work so hard all the time.”

Sirius shrugged. “Agree to disagree?”

“Fine, but I hope you know taking time for yourself doesn’t mean you’re lazy.” He shuffled through the cards. “Oh, this’ll be very interesting. Do you think I talk too much?”

“No.”

“True.”

Remus sat back in his chair, a pleased blush coloring his cheeks. “Wasn’t expecting that. Good answer, I love you. Do you think we’ll get divorced someday?”

“Oh, god, no.” Sirius’ previous self-satisfaction turned to revulsion. “I don’t even want to think about that.”

“True,” Mark said again. “For someone who said he was good at lying, you’re very honest.”

“No point in lying with that thing around, is there?”

Remus shrugged. “Saves time, for sure. Have you kissed any of our friends?”

“Yeah,” he snorted.

To his credit, Mark didn’t even let a smile slip through. “True.”

“Do you enjoy getting stopped in public by fans?”

“Fans, yes. Ex-fans who take it upon themselves to explain why I shouldn’t be gay, no.” He paused, then shook his head with a smile. “I’m not good at talking to people, but I do like it when people say hello. It’s cool.”

“True.”

Remus raised his notecards. “Two left, and the first one is hella morbid.”

“Hella,” Sirius murmured, earning himself a teasing glare.

“Watch it. If I died, how long would you wait to get remarried?”

The playfulness dropped away. “What?”

“If I died, how long would you wait to get remarried?” Remus repeated.

Sirius looked horrified by the very thought. “I wouldn’t.”

“True,” Mark said, seemingly uncaring about the alarm on Sirius’ face.

“Even if it happened tomorrow?”

“First of all, thanks for my new nightmare. Second, no. I wouldn’t get married again.” He kissed Remus’ forehead gently. “Let’s not test that, though. Like ever.”

“Deal. Ready for the last one?”

“As long as nobody else is in danger of death.”

“I dunno, it’s a tough one.” Remus gave him a solemn look across the table. “I need you to be really honest with me on this one. Do you think you have better hair?”

Sirius blinked at him, then burst out laughing. Even Mark’s lips twitched into a suppressed smile. “Oh my god.”

“What’s so funny?” Remus asked, completely poker-faced. “This is important, honey. I’m really counting on you to be genuine with me here—”

“You can’t even—” Sirius broke off again and gestured to Remus’ face, which turned steadily pinker as he bit down a grin. “You can’t even keep a straight face.”

“My face is the only straight thing about me. You know this. Answer the question.”

“He’s trying so hard,” Sirius managed as he looked to the camera. “So hard, mon dieu.”

“Shit,” Remus muttered as he finally gave in and hid his laughter in the crook of his elbow. “We were doing so well until now! It’s the last question, just answer it!”

Sirius wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and nodded. “I do think I have better hair, but I love yours, too.”

Mark chuckled. “True.”

“It would help if you finally got a haircut that was different from the one you’ve had since you were thirteen.”

Remus closed his eyes, sighing. “Y’know, exposing my haircut choices for the entire internet to mock really wasn’t how I planned this day going.”

“Isn’t that the point of this whole video?”

“Mark, I’m not sure if we owe you an apology or not, but thank you for putting up with us.” Remus turned back to the camera with an easy smile. “Thanks for joining us today, everyone. Make sure to like and subscribe to Lion Pride for more videos like this!”

#sirius black #remus lupin #coops #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #social media #lion pride #lie detector

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years

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Serenade (Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader) Pt. 1

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Pairing: Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader Rating: T for teen for mild language. Later entries in the series will be more mature though, just a heads up Warnings: None this chapter. There will probably be canon typical violence/blood mentioned or referenced in future chapters though, cuz, ya know, vampire ladies? Notes: No beta reader, we die like Ethan Winters’ hands (repeatedly, and with odd frequency)

Chapter 1: Nocturne

Of all the tasks assigned to you, none were as bittersweet as that of dusting Lady Dimitrescu’s piano. Years ago, before you had been shuffled off to a remote European village, before you had been roughly snatched from your home, before… this, you had been taught to play music. From a young age it brought you comfort, entertained you on quiet days, and even made you your fair share of friends. Though you had experimented with a handful of instruments, none felt more natural than piano. Leaving your family’s heirloom piano behind was one of the hardest things you had ever had to do.

Until you arrived at Castle Dimitrescu, at least. Sweat often dropped off your brow as you spent endless hours scrubbing floors, carrying baskets of clothes or mysterious parcels of meat up and down flights of stairs, rushing to and fro rooms across the estate. Physical labor was no stranger to you, but no employer had ever been as demanding as those you now served. Hence part of why you always breathed a sigh of relief when you were chosen to dust the piano. It was hardly a demanding task, even when you had to take care not to accidentally let the keys make any noise. No one was allowed to play it without permission (and that was never given).

Which brought you an aching sensation at the core of your chest, balled up alongside past regrets, a hundred million thoughts of alternative realities where you didn’t hurt so much. There was no point in imagining what choices might have saved you from your fate… and yet you did so anyway. Sometimes you thought about barricading yourself in the room, just so you could play a couple songs, even if it would guarantee you a painful death. But you could never bring yourself to willingly disobey Lady Dimitrescu; not when you had heard the wails and screams of Maidens a few floors below.

Yes, you would never willingly, knowingly do such. That wasn’t to say you were incapable of mistakes. No, you weren’t that fortunate. It was such a simple error, really, just a misjudgment of the cloth held between your fingers. Your hand slipped. That was all. But that slip led to an accidental press of a key- f#, if you heard right- that sounded throughout the room with damning clarity. Just like that, you felt the pitiful thing you called life shatter to pieces on the floor. Inside your chest your heart started to pound, a metronome speeding this performance along to its end.

Had you not been paralyzed with dread, you might have accepted your fate with enough grace to sit down, play those last few tunes like you had daydreamed about so many times. But you didn’t, couldn’t. All you felt you could do was strain your ears and listen for the impending sounds of angry footsteps.

Instead your concentration was interrupted by a door flying open, hitting the wall with a slam you knew would leave a dent, as a swarm of insects burst in. Nearly jumping out of your skin you put a hand to your chest, half expecting not to feel a heartbeat anymore. The rhythm was off, for sure, and it skipped a beat when the swarm surged together to form a somewhat familiar figure: Daniela Dimitrescu. Leaning against the piano, one hand bracing against it, the woman pretended to examine her sickle, idly twisting it back and forth in her hand. When she spoke, she didn’t even bother to glance in your direction.

“I never understood why mother dedicated a whole room to this,” she muses, casually inclining her head towards the piano. “It’s not like any of our instructors lasted very long. Why not let this gather dust with the rest of the useless junk somewhere upstairs?” There’s a pause, and for a moment you mentally debate whether or not you’re supposed to respond. Apparently not, as Daniela soon turns to you and speaks more directly, which is grand, really, as your tongue felt as if it was glued to the roof of your mouth. “Maybe she knew someday someone would come along to serenade us. And you clearly know how to play, otherwise you wouldn’t have dared to make a sound.”

Stepping forward, she extends a gloved hand, cupping your chin so gently that you almost couldn’t feel her touch. Her gaze, however, was dangerously intense, unblinking, and filled with far less joy than her grin would suggest. The touch lasts only a few seconds. Just long enough to leave you shaking with anticipation. Daniela’s toothy smile only widens as she backs up, keeping her eyes on you even as she reclines into a chair in the corner of the room. You almost wished she would just get it over with and kill you. Whatever she had in mind would be worse in the end, yes?

“Well? Aren’t you going to play for me? Show me how much you love me? I don’t have all night,” Daniela says expectantly. She’s relaxed fully, sitting with one leg crossed over the other, spine pressed up against the back of the chair, but she hasn’t set her sickle down. There’s a clear threat in the way she holds it, grip tight enough to let you know that she’s still ready (and itching) to use it.

You couldn’t help but wonder if she’d be acting differently if she knew that you did, in fact, know how to play. Was this just a teasing start to your punishment? Or was there a part of her genuinely interested in hearing music? Obviously you hoped for the latter. Hell, you practically prayed for it as you slowly pulled out the piano bench, awkwardly sat down, and urged your body to remember a song. What genre would a vampire from the 1950’s even enjoy? All you knew were bits and pieces of a few classics, a couple chord progressions from early 2000’s hits, and a handful of songs you had written yourself.

There wasn’t much time to ponder, not with Daniela’s gaze burning a whole in the side of your head. So you simply pressed your fingers to the keys, took a deep breath, and let muscle memory take over. Your eyes became half lidded as you started to play, hardly paying attention to what you were doing. It felt like a single glance at your captor would result in the worst case of stage fright known to mankind. Instead you focused on the piano’s wooden frame, and the many grain marks twisting within.

All the while your fingers glided over the keys, delicately pressing here and there, starting with something simple. Little more than a chord on your left hand, followed with a few short notes on your right, repeating in different places up and down the scale. It was almost a test, a gentle showing to see what Daniela would do. You still refused to look at her, even when you heard what sounded like a bored sigh. A knot tied itself in your stomach, and you gulped, before you shifted mental gears. Evidently “soft and simple” wasn’t going to cut it. Hopefully you could please one Lady without earning the ire of any of the others.

So you paused, letting the notes suspend in the air for a moment, and came back swinging. The kiddy gloves were off, abandoned on the floor with your sense of caution. Grander things came back to mind as your fingers danced atop the keys, stretching chords and melodies alongside each other, the best of what you recalled pouring out of you without a sign of stopping. Out of the corner of your eyes you saw Daniela sit up, paying more attention then she had at the start. Confidence found itself growing at the center of your chest, and it managed to turn your lips up into a smile. How long had it been since you had been able to perform like this? Years? A decade, even? You didn’t know. It didn’t matter.

Minutes passed by like this, with your hands moving constantly, even as your gaze never shifted. It was heaven channeled on Earth. Whatever was to come after, death or dismemberment, you couldn’t care less. Let them take your blood, your life. They could never take this music from your mind, from your memories, or the joy it inspired in you. If you were to die soon, at least you had been given one last soliloquy.

Eventually the song had to end. It was a bitter moment, one you dreaded for its followup, but otherwise would have found pride in. After all, you were evidently the first maiden to give a performance (at least of this variety) to one of the Dimitrescu sisters! Certainly that was an accomplishment? Maybe your brain would let you celebrate later… assuming you survived. Daniela had stayed quiet since her earlier sigh, letting you play on without interruption thus far. Now that the song was over you didn’t know what to expect. Knowing Daniela, or at least knowing the rumors surrounding you, it was hard to imagine that anything you could expect would be accurate.

“How long have you been hiding this little talent of yours?” She coos, clapping her hands together with a short giggle. So far so good, you thought, clinging desperately to hope. Once more she rose to her feet, moving so smoothly she might as well have been gliding, and ended up by your side. This time her hand rested on your shoulder, putting enough pressure to keep you from moving. “Don’t tell me you’re shy, that would simply be too… precious.” With that said her hand trails along your shoulder, across your collarbone, up your neck, then rests for a moment on your cheek. The touch sends a shiver down your spine, which only encourages Daniela, and she tucks a strand of your hair behind her ear.

Before she can say more, or you could even attempt to form words, there’s the faint sound of someone yelling in the distance. A name, you think, although it’s not loud enough for you to make out who’s being called. The answer becomes evident soon enough, however, as Daniela pulls back from you suddenly, smile trading out for a scowl. Some part of you instantly misses her touch, leaving the rest of you confused more than anything.

“Get back to your work, then,” Daniela says, roughly, the playfulness in her voice now entirely absent. It was such a sudden change in demeanor that you didn’t know how to react. Thankfully her eyes were no longer on you, and she was already moving towards the door. Had you really managed to play your way out of a punishment? You knew for a fact that at least one other maiden had lost her life for making the same mistake you did, yet now Daniela looks ready to leave without so much as a slap on the wrist. But she does pause in the doorway, as if reading your thoughts, and throws you a look over her shoulder. Her eyes narrow for a split second before she gives you one last wicked grin. “Don’t worry, sweet thing, I won’t forget you anytime soon.”

Just like that she was gone, into a cloud of insects, out the door and into the corridor beyond. The tension in the room had left, you could finally breathe easy… and yet still your mind was racing. Those words she had left you with- were they a threat? Or a promise of something softer? Only time would tell.

#daniela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #resident evil: village #re8 village #the reader's gender isn't explicitly stated here #but is implied to be female cuz of that whole maiden thing #i might split up future chapters based on idk how to word it #version with dick and version without dick #2 for the price of 1 #for smut reasons obviously #i aint into that whole sex thing #but i have no qualms writing it lol

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