#in line with the themes of the show this fic is about legacy

[direwombat]

long time no wip wednesday

tagged by various people over the past few weeks, but most recently by @ivymarquis to share some a piece of a wip!

been having a creative dry spell recently, so technically this is a super old piece of writing, but i'm returning to this character study of a fictional mafioso (portrayed by luca martinelli (of the old guard fame)) in FX's 2018 historical drama, Trust, which is about the kidnapping and ransom of John Paul Getty III. I defs recommend it if you haven't watched it. Brendan Fraser plays a cowboy who breaks the 4th wall and also Hillary Swank is in it and she's very good. this is super niche so no pressure to read if you don't want to. i'll go back to the regularly scheduled fc5 fic eventually.

Reggio Calabria, 1982

“I thought you were in Rome,” Leonardo says to Primo in lieu of a proper hello. 

You’re always in Rome, goes unsaid, and the exasperated flash of abject terror across poor Leo’s face makes silent questions of What happened? and Why are you here? louder than the blaring horns and ambient noise of the docks. Leonardo never was good at concealing his emotions. Wore his thoughts on his face like a book to be read.

Primo pulls a cigarette and lighter from his pockets. “Everything’s fine,” he says. Then, he lights the cigarette and brings it to his mouth to take a drag. “It’s good to see you too.”

It’s a gorgeous day in late May. The temperature lazes in the high twenties, and the sun shines like a motherfucker over the Port of Gioia Tauro. Just beyond the influx of ships, the waves of the Tyrrhenian Sea are capped with glittering diamonds, rich enough to fill a jewelry store a thousand times over. It’s picturesque and beautiful, something right off the shitty postcards that tourists buy.

If Primo were a more sentimental man, he might have missed it here. But the scenery wasn’t what brought him back to Calabria. The metaphorical diamonds he’s interested in lie not atop the lapping waves, but hidden within the freight and cargo of the metal monsters that came to berth in the harbor. 

His harbor. 

Well, his and Leonardo’s. 

Mostly Leonardo’s. 

The Nizzuto name isn’t anywhere to be found on the official paperwork, but the strings gently -- and other times not so gently -- being plucked and pulled in the shadows were moved by Primo’s skilled hands. 

Leonardo had wanted to go as legitimate as possible to allow his son a life that wasn’t blood, death, and violence. Primo, who knows no other way to live, doesn’t pretend to understand the reasoning behind Leo’s decision, but he does appreciate a good cover operation and knows an opportunity when he sees one. The best way to get away with illegal business is to hide it behind perfectly fair and good trade. 

Leo is still looking at him with an expression that’s waiting for a shoe to drop. From anyone else, the look would have been insulting. Doubting Primo’s abilities so boldly in front of him would get most people a broken jaw. But he’s known Leo long enough that it’s just fun to watch the old man stress himself out. 

Primo sniffs, raises a shoulder in a slight shrug. “There’s a shipment coming in today. I want to be there when it arrives.”

The sigh that escapes Leonardo is one of pure relief and Primo rolls his eyes behind his sunglasses as the tension immediately dissolves from the other man’s shoulders. “So you’re here on business, then,” Leonardo says. 

“Here on business,” Primo nods. 

“I see,” Leo says. There’s no mention that “business” means drugs and guns and other things illegally obtained to be sold on the streets and back alleys of Rome. No mention that the drugs and guns were bought illegally as well. Business is vague and nebulous, not to be talked about in public and only to be discussed behind closed doors, preferably with a bottle of wine, much like most other parts of Primo’s life. 

Leonardo lights his own cigarette and the two stand there in amicable, but somewhat awkward silence. He wants to say more; wants Primo to say more, but they both know that Primo has nothing else to say. He’s here on business. That’s all there is. They stand at arms length, never any closer, and watch the bustle of the dock workers and sailors as they haul cargo to and fro.

Eventually, Leo says, “You should come for dinner. Francesco has graduated from University. Business. He wishes to see you again.”

This catches Primo’s attention. It’s subtle: his head cocked to the side, a slight straightening of his spine. “Is he here?” Primo asks.

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#in line with the themes of the show this fic is about legacy #and i felt so clever when i titled it 'primo(geniture)' #having it be a play on the character's name AND having the title relate directly to inheritance #anyway. if there's one thing about me it's that i will latch on to fictional criminals #wip wednesday

[gffa]

I don’t know if I will ever get over how incredible the Obi-Wan Kenobi show was at threading the needle of using mostly established characters, adding new characters that played into the themes that were already established, while also making it feel like it opened up a whole new world of stories to be told. Would a story about Obi-Wan and Luke have been as meaningful, if well told? It’s very possible that it could have been!  But using this opportunity to focus on Leia instead, to take two characters who never really interacted beyond a few lines said about each other, and developing an entire dynamic there, while also tying it directly to the heart of the Obi-Wan & Anakin dynamic, balancing that these two saw each other as themselves just as much as they had a connection because of the other people in their lives, I really can’t get over it. And I can’t get over the inclusion of Reva as a Jedi youngling, she’s not just a fleshed out Inquisitor there to fill up the space, she’s vital to the story being told, she is a face and a voice of the younglings that Anakin slaughtered, she is a character with a journey that is her own path to walk and she will make her own choices, but she is also a reflection of the central Star Wars character (as all characters connected to the heart of the story should be to a degree, in my opinion) in that her choice to not become like Vader illustrates Anakin’s choices all the more. Just as the Obi-Wan & Leia dynamic is a story unto itself, so is Reva’s story, but they are also part of the bigger theme of Anakin Skywalker’s legacy, they are both at the same time, just as Obi-Wan Kenobi is himself, his character is an extension of Anakin’s character on a narrative level, and later an extension of Luke’s character, that is his function in the bigger narrative, but that doesn’t mean his own story within that structure can’t be important and meaningful. The show has Anakin Skywalker’s presence looming over everything in this series, he’s not even actually in that many scenes, but I feel his ghost in almost every single frame of the story, and I’m just never getting over how good that was. I cannot comprehend how well done the character work in this show is, how the characters are serving the themes that George Lucas established, but they’re also telling a story that I was invested in.  I wanted so desperately to see that hug when Obi-Wan and Leia reunited.  I wanted so desperately to see Obi-Wan and Anakin meet one more time, to tear each other apart one more time.  I wanted so desperately to know how Reva’s story would end, how this would affect Leia going forward, how it was a love letter to the prequels movies, how it was connective tissue, the story of how they got from Point A to Point B, but also was a journey worth taking on its own, because I got to see Reva’s face crumple when she asked if she’d become him, I got to see Obi-Wan fix Leia’s droid and teach her a little about the Force, I got to see Owen come to a gentler understanding of Obi-Wan and ask if he wanted to meet Luke, I got to see Anakin absolve Obi-Wan of guilt while still trying desperately to hold onto him. I just cannot get over how it walked the fine line of established characters and something new, that I want approximately a hundred fics about Obi-Wan and Anakin’s conversations in this show, I want another hundred fics of Obi-Wan and Leia, I want a hundred fics about the life Reva could have had in a better world or where she goes from here or how she survived up to this point. I CANNOT GET OVER HOW DEFT THIS SERIES WAS AT GIVING ME THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS.

#obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi spoilers #anakin skywalker #leia organa #reva sevander #meta

[radioofdoom]

idk if i’m supposed to ask here but could you do a frank zhang x reader fic? it doesn’t have to be elaborate, i just feel like there isn’t much frank content out there and i really really like your writing!! also i hope your holidays were great <333

Hopefully it’s not too late to make a Christmas themed piece even though it’s January bc nobody can tell me that frank zhang won’t dress up as santa for kids in Camp Jupiter.

Walking around Camp Jupiter, the presence of Christmas was in the air. Well, technically the presence of the Winter Solstice. Snow shouldn’t be in here but the legacies and children of the God Hiems made it so snow would be everywhere. The spirit of winter was ever present in New Rome. Children running around, stockings hanging in every house, carols sung from block to block. Christmas is indeed in the air and there’s only one thing missing.

“Where do you think Frank is?” Julia asked, the young legacy was given a break by Terminus for the winter. She had taken a liking to following you and Frank everywhere when Percy isn’t around. So far, babysitting has been placed into your duty. Where is Frank anyways?

“He’s about to miss the santa show” the child pouted. You sighed, rubbing Julia's shoulder as she clings onto you. Contrary to the typical demigod traits, Frank was never late. Never. This would be the first time he was ever late to anything. Worry lines etched on your brow, he couldn't have forgotten that today was Christmas.

Almost as if the gods had planned it, Frank was there. Except he’s not... Frank?

"Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!" said a voice way too fake and low to be your boyfriend and yet it is him, and you can tell he was straining his voice to keep up the old grandpa appearance.

Screams and yells from children all around filled New Rome. Santa was here to ask for their gifts, and hopefully bring them their gifts as they were all tucked in bed in the wee hours of the night.

Yep, that was your boyfriend all right. The sweet, kind, and caring Frank Zhang. And you couldn't ask for much more.

#frank zhang x reader #frank zhang #pjo x reader #hoo x reader #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #GOODBYE I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT TO POST THIS #that's embarrassing for me #exams were hell wtf #27/70 in math??? I will be passing away

[androxys]

Favorite Batman Story Tournament - FINAL

Friends... enemies... lovers... mutuals... Here we are. The final poll in the Favorite Batman Story Tournament. 40 nominations were put forth, and now, only two remain. You know their names. You know their stories. There is only one thing to do. Vote.

A Lonely Place of Dying

This is a Batman story, a Nightwing story, a Robin origin story, and the foundation of the Batfam storytelling that defines the 90's. It's about grief and legacy and the desire to help and save people, the most important themes of Batman. It's the story that saved the soul of Batman after the death of Jason Todd threatened to send him into a grimdark misery spiral, and reaffirmed the need for hope and teamwork in Batman stories.

No Man's Land

Batman story of all time. It's the iconic epic. The US government really said 'fuck them kids' and then Gotham proceeded to spend a year in an apocalypse story line. Does it make any sense? No. Does it compel me? Hell yeah. Bruce abandons Gotham. Oracle stays in her tower. Helena becomes the Bat. Gordon has a loud messy breakup with Batman that gets in the way of what he could be doing. Bruce tries to reveal his identity to him when they finally make up. Cass makes her debut. We've got so many great stories about gothamites living their lives as everything goes to hell around them. In the Secret Files issue, there's a story about a guy who Gotham City speaks to after he's bitten by a bat and maybe has Rabies. She tells him to deliver a message to Gotham's gaurdian spirit, and in the end it's the Huntress that he finds. It makes me go a little insane.

Unique and pushed Batman to his limits. He had to get over himself and a lot of story already happened before Batman came back to Gotham. Really shows a story where Batman didn’t win, couldn’t win, but still did in the end. I mean how could he can beat an earthquake? Not by punching it in the face a few times, that’s for sure. Plus the whole country abandoning Gotham. Great huntress moments too. Cass coming into the fold. The ever updating map of which faction controlled Gotham. Lex Luther trying to be the hero in the lead up to his presidency. Heck, it’s such a good story they write a novelization about it! Very underrated though. I’m always surprised at how little fic there is. Such a unique time for Batman.

#dc comics #batman #favorite batman story tournament #polls

[be-compromised]

Mini Promptathon: 2012 Re-edition!

What is this? It’s like the big summer promptathon, only a shorter version - a fun, no-pressure event where you can post zero to as many prompts as you like, zero to as many fills as you like, and join in the squee or just quietly enjoy the fun.

It's taking place here on dreamwidth. You don't need a dreamwidth account (or to be part of our community) to play - just please include an online handle of some kind in anon comments so we know who you are and can credit you for your prompts and fills!

We’re a Clintasha (Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff) community that welcomes ALL THINGS MARVEL. We’d like Clint and/or Natasha to show up in prompt fills somewhere, but what that means is up to you - individually or as friends, lovers, spouses, partners, gen fic, ANYTHING. Yes, that means we also welcome other characters and pairings (and threesomes or moresomes.)

This year’s, by discord vote, the theme is 2012 Re-edition! To set the scene: the year is 2012. Avengers has recently been released, ending MCU Phase One (Iron Man, The Incredible Hulk, Iron Man 2, Thor, Captain America: The First Avenger). Those of us who didn’t get the shawarma after credits scene in our countries are frantically searching for it online. We can quote the Clintasha scenes off by heart. Fandom is going mad for the Avengers living in the Tower together or going on road trips. And if you want more marvel characters? Well, that's what comics are for. Helped by Matt Fraction and David Aja, who have just started their Hawkeye comic (issues 1-6 were released in 2012). Outside of Marvel, fuel is added to the fandom with the release of The Bourne Legacy and a Jeremy Renner photoshoot for Empire involving ropes. (If you want a blast from the past or prompt ideas: original 2012 promptathon post with masterlist links and associated posts.)

TIMELINE:

NOW: the clock has been wound back to 2012, prompting has begun! 12 February: open for fills! (You can also keep prompthing.) MIDIGHT 12 March: promptathon ends, both fills and prompts, at midnight whatever your timezone. (A masterlist of fills will be posted after.)

If you too would like to party like it’s 2012, please read on for how to leave prompts and fills, and a few rules to make sure everyone has a fun time.

LEAVING PROMPTS

Please post each prompt in a separate comment on the dreamdwidth post.

Prompts can be anything – simple or elaborate, words or pictures, songs or poems, lyrics or phrases, anything that could inspire a fanwork. Use your imagination. Go wild! You can also re-use prompts from previous events, whether they were filled or not.  

You can leave as many prompts as you want. We’re serious. Keep coming back. We want as many prompts as we can possibly get.

In keeping with the theme, aim to prompt like it’s 2012. As in as if nothing MCU or Marvel etc that was created after 2012 exists. (No harm, no foul for any mistakes! Any prompts and fills that contain content post-2012 just means you’ve created an alternate timeline.)

SUBMITTING FILLS

Respond by commenting in a reply to the prompt that you are filling.

The subject line of your comment should be: FILL: title, rating.

The content of your comment should start with: > Title > Rating (ie film ratings or AO3 style ratings) > Any warnings OR you can say ‘choose not to warn’ (think about the AO3 warnings or take a look at our comm guidance if you’re stuck)

You can then post your entire fanwork in the comment if it’s short enough OR you can post your fanwork anywhere else on the internet and post a link to it in your comment.

Following these guidelines 1) makes it easier for people to find your fills during the event as a one-stop shop, and know what they’re clicking on and 2) makes it a LOT easier for your mods to create a masterlist at the end, without missing any of your fills. Thank you!

Consider including a teaser to catch people’s attention! If you’re posting on AO3, we have a ‘Community: be_compromised’ tag. If you’re posting on tumblr, let us know and we’ll reblog on the be_compromised tumblr. We want people to be able to find and appreciate your fills <3

There’s no length requirement on fanworks submitted. You can create drabbles or epics, vids, art, fanmixes, anything at all; it’s just all about getting creative! Fills do not have to be complete or completed during the promptathon. You can fill as many prompts as you want, and prompts can be filled multiple times by whoever wants to fill them. Zero pressure; all fun.

In keeping with the theme, aim to fill prompt like it’s 2012. As in as if nothing MCU or Marvel etc that was created after 2012 exists. (No harm, no foul for any mistakes! Any prompts and fills that contain content post-2012 just means you’ve created an alternate timeline.)

SQUEE

We have a generic thread for comments, questions, and chat as the first comment thread on the dreamwidth post. We welcome chatting and cheerleading in replies to prompts and fills. (This is where posting each prompt separately and labelling the subject line of fills helps to keep things organised.) We also have a be_compromised discord server for all kinds of discussion if you prefer a chatroom-style space. (Although as above, all prompts and fills will be in this post as a one-stop shop.)

Commenting, cheerleading, and enthusiasm is a huge part of fandom and you are very welcome to join in! Yes, even if you don’t post any prompts or fills.

GENERAL RULES

Our Community Rules apply to this event. To summarise: > No character or ship bashing. This is a positive fandom space. > No plagiarism or use of AI.  > Please no RPF (Real Person Fanfiction) or any gossip/speculation about actors’ off-screen non-work lives, as the primary focus of this community is fictional characters. > Please including a rating for fanworks and a warning OR choose not to warn. > Be kind and have fun!

If you have any questions about anything please feel free to ask! The easiest way is to use the ‘Questions / Comments / Squee’ thread, which is in the first comment to this post, or ask on the Discord server. Your mods are @inkvoices, @cloud--atlas aka franztastisch, and @quidnunc-life aka gsparkle.

Welcome back to 2012. We’re bringing the party to you!

#promptathon #party like it's 2012 #avengers #clintasha #clint barton #natasha romanoff #hawkeye #black widow #fanfic

[andydrysdalerogers]

Yours Submissively ~ Possessive

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Banners by me!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Legacy

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Saturday passed peacefully despite Steve and Bucky’s tension.  Steve debated telling Belle the truth about her family and why she was attacked.  He was worried she wouldn’t have been able to handle it.  He decided to wait, wanting to give her time to forget the kidnapping attempt.  To bring him some peace, he wanted to give something to Belle to raise her spirits.  He made arrangements for his gift to be delivered Sunday morning.  Bucky would take care of it while he distracted Belle.  He was thankful that his room was on the other side of the apartment from where the gift would be.  

Sunday morning showed cloudy skies over Manhattan dropping the temperature in the air.  Belle curled closer to Steve, the warmth of his body radiating off of him. She sighed in comfort as he wrapped an arm around her.  “Go back to sleep, sweet pea.”  

“I’m cold.”  

“Hmmm.  And how would you like to be warmed up?” Steve smirked as he pulled her closer.  

“Just cuddling with you,” Belle said, a hint of a smile in her words.  She teased him with her fingers, tracing patterns in his chest.  One particular stroke near his belly made him shudder in desire.  

“Your fingers are telling me another story my love.” He snatched them up and pressed a kiss to her palm. He could feel her close her legs a bit and his level of desire rose. He pulled her on top of him, so she was staring down at him.  Her silk camise left nothing to the imagination.  Her nipples were straining on the fabric as it clung to her curves.  He reached up to kiss the tops of her breast.  “God, you are the most beautiful woman.”  

Her breath hitched at the sweet touches and kisses. “Amore, please.”  

“Please what, sweet pea.  Use your words.” He continued to place soft kisses on her skin, his hands skimming over her thighs and butt, soliciting soft moans from his girl.  

“Make love to me Steve.  Make me yours,” she whispered.  

The feeling that bloomed in Steve’s chest constricted his heart.  All he ever wanted was to find love like this.  He thought he had it with Peggy at one point in his life, but it was different.  That was lust. This, this right here, was love. He carefully flipped them over, so he was on top of her. He stared into her violet eyes, seeing ever line in her irises.  He kissed her deeply, tasting her.  When he let go of the kiss, he could see her eyes pool with hot desire. He kissed her lower and lower.  He pulled her chemise off of her, only stopping his kisses to swirl his tongue on her nipples, biting and sucking them gently.  

“Oh, fuck, Stevie.”  

He smiled against her skin. “I. Love. You.” He punctuated every word with a kiss. He pulled off her sleep shorts and tease her entrance a little, feeling how wet she already was from his ministration. He kissed back up to her lips as he pulled his pajamas and boxers off, guided himself into her.    

It was slow, sensual.  Steve wasn’t in a hurry, wanting to make this last. Every thrust into her, he made sure to hit her spot, listening for her moans. He hitched up her leg so he could go deeper, wanting to make every inch of her his.  

Belle on the other hand was losing her mind. The fullness she was feeling, the sensation of being completed by the man above her was driving her crazy. She was a woman in love, bewitched by a soldier who loved her with everything.  The last couple of days had shown her that she needed him like a drug.  She wouldn’t let go.  Using every ounce of strength she had, she flipped them back to her being on top.  He looked at her with surprised eyes and then admiration as she started to swivel her hips. “You like that baby?” 

“Fuck yea I do, Belle. Please keep going.” Steve gripped her hips to pull her closer as she started to bounce on him. She felt him get harder and start to buck up into her. She slowed and heard him grunt in frustration as she giggled. “What are you doing to me, sweet pea?” 

“You started this, amore, when you decided to go slow.” She rocked her hips slowly, loving the feeling of being so full of him. “God, Stevie, you feel so good inside me,” she moaned.  

Steve couldn’t take it anymore. He flipped them back over and started to fuck her hard.  “I need you to cum, my love. Soak me, princess.” He pulled out and flipped her to her stomach and plunging himself back into her.  “Do it princess, do it for me.”  

Belle grasped the pillows, her core tightening at the delicious sensation of being filled over and over again.  Steve reached and stroked her clit, causing her body to tremble as her orgasm washed over her.  “Steve!” She moaned through the waves of pleasured coursing through her body.  It only took Steve a couple of more thrusts before he emptied himself in her.  He collapsed on the bed, pulling her with him so her back was to his front.  

“Goddamm baby,” Steve huffed. “You are like my own personal drug.  I cannot get enough of you.”   

Belle giggled. She turned over to face him.   “I love you too.”  She kissed him and then curled next to him.  “What are we doing today?”  

“I have a surprise for you,” as he kissed the top of her head.  “C’mon, breakfast first then surprise.”  

“Eww. Shower than breakfast.  You left me all sticky.” She rose out of bed. She looked back at him.  “You could join me?” She walked into the bathroom. 

Steve scrambled out of bed. “Yes ma’am.” 

As Belle sat on the counter, sipping her coffee, as Steve puts together a mix for pancakes.  “I love cooking Steve, have I mentioned that.”  

“Considering sweetheart this would be the first time I am cooking for you, no you haven’t.  I only really know how to make sandwiches and pancakes.” He leans over for a kiss, tasting the coffee on her lips.  “Seriously sweet pea, with that coffee, you are living up to your nickname.”  

“Just because I like my tongue to not be bitter does not mean I don’t like coffee.” She takes another sip from her bowl like mug and smiles. “At least I don’t drink those sugary caramel whipped whatever.”  

“That’s fair my love. Cream and sugar is fine.”  Steve flips the pancake in the pan, catching it flawlessly.  

“Impressive sir. Almost as good as your skills in the bedroom,” she comments with a mischievous grin.  

“Let me add that to the list of things I didn’t need to hear about my best friend,” Bucky says as he walks into the kitchen.  

“Morning Bucky,” Belle sings to him.   

“God, you’re chipper.” Bucky pours himself a mug of coffee before jumping on the counter sitting with Belle.  

“I woke up in a good mood. Sue me,” she replies with a smirk to Steve.  He smirks back as he begins to plate up the food.  

“Gross.  I may have woken you Belle, but I didn’t do the innuendo thing.”  

“Get it over it, Buck,” Steve tells him.  They sit to eat, chatting.  “So sweet pea, about the surprise for you.”  

Belle sips the last of her coffee. “What is it?” 

“Now that would ruin the surprise, love?” He leaned over to kiss her head.  “C’mon.  Up.” 

“That’s my cue.  I’ll be at your place.  Have fun sweetheart.” Bucky saluted. “Do not leave this apartment until I get here.”  He spun and left.  

Belle rolled her eyes but turned to Steve and smiled.  “So.  I want my present.”  

“My, my. So spoiled now.”  Belle blushed and looked down.  “My sweet pea, you deserve the world.  Spoiling you is my joy.”  He leaned in for a sweet kiss.  “This way.”  He led her the back side of the penthouse where a library resides.  Belle opens her mouth in surprise until she notices a piano framed in the window.  

“Steve…” 

“My love, right now its too dangerous for you to be in Brooklyn, even with Clint.  So I wanted to make sure you had a place to practice and sing, if you need to.  The room is soundproof once the door is closed.” Belle moves closer to the piano and runs a hand over the keys. Steve stands behind her, kissing her shoulder and neck.  “Do you like it?” he whispered. 

Belle twisted in Steve’s arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love it amore.  Thank you.”  She pulled him down for a kiss that left the both of them breathless. The touched foreheads before Belle let go and sat at the piano. Steve turned to leave.  “No, please don’t go.”  She patted the seat next to her and began to play.  

Moving forward using all my breath  Making love to you was never second best  I saw the work thrashing all around your face  Never really knowing it was always mesh and lace  I’ll stop the world and melt with you  You’ve seen the difference and it’s getting better all the time.   There’s nothing you and I won’t do  I’ll stop the world and melt with you 

Steve pulls her hands away and holds them to his chest. “I would stop the world and melt with you.”  He kissed her slowly, enjoying the soft moan that comes from her mouth.  He lifts her up and carries her back to their bed. 

*~**~* 

Monday morning and a new set of challenged.  Of course, the school was informed of the incident that occurred right outside its doors and consented for Belle’ CPPD.  Clint walked ahead of her, his eyes always sweeping the area. He held the door open for Belle and checked in with the front before leading her to her classroom.  Today was supposed to be her first day in the room that would be hers.  She looked at the blank canvas of the room with Clint standing outside.  She went to her desk and pulled a frame from her purse. She smiled at the photo.  It was a double frame, a picture of her dad and her on one side, a picture of her and Steve from the poker night on the other.  

“Belle, there is a Scott Lang outside.”  Clint peeked his head in.  

“He’s ok to come in Clint.  Thank you.”  

Scott walked in, concern on his face. “What the hell?” 

“Nice to see you too Scott.”  She rolled her eyes.  “What can I do for you?” 

“I just saw the memo.” 

“What memo?” 

“The security memo.”  Belle still looked confused.  Scott pulled up his phone and showed the memo.  Belle reviewed the memo and sighed.  

“Yeah, ok.”  She handed the phone back and opened her laptop.  

“That’s it.”  

“That’s it.  Anything else?” 

“Belle, they tried to kidnap you.”  

“Having lived through it, I am aware. I don’t want to talk about it.”  

“Belle…” 

“What Scott? I have security, Clint, who will take care of me when I am not with Steve. I’m fine.  Now I need to start working on the lesson plans just like you should.”  Belle turned her focus back to her laptop.  Scott dropped his shoulders and left.  Belle stopped and leaned back in her chair.  

“You didn’t have to snap at him, you know.”  Clint came in and sat in front of her.  

“Clint, I just don’t want to talk about it.”  

“Understandable.”  He stood up.  “Just don’t shut out your friends.”  He started for the door again.  

“Clint, would you like to sit in here and work on whatever while I work?”  She looked at him and he could see the sadness in her eyes.  

“Sure.  I can get to know you better.”  He smiled and she smiled back.  

It seems like everything settled back and Belle got used to have Clint as her shadow. Steve and Belle grew closer and more solid in their relationship.  However, one thing still bothered him.  He set up a meeting at the coffee shop where he saw them together. He sat at the booth and waited.  His appointment walked in and approached Steve with caution.  “Mr. Rogers.”  

“Mr. Lang.  Thank you for meeting me.  Please have a seat.”  

Scott sat across and his knee bounced.  “I’m not sure what I’m doing here.”  

“I just wanted to talk with you. Clear the air so to speak.”  

“About Belle?” 

“Yes.”  The waitress stopped by, and both ordered coffees.  “I’m concerned about the recent events surrounding Isabella.”  

“Her attempted kidnapping?” 

“No.  We have that in hand.  I mean the recent… fuck… dates, you’ve had with my girlfriend. Are you pursuing her?” 

“I’m not.”  

“Then…” 

“She’s been my friend.  Yes, I wanted more but since Hope and I started our relationship, it has only been in friendship.  I swear.  I love Hope just like you love Belle.”  

Steve sat back in his seat.  “Thank you for being honest with me Mr. Lang. I just need you to know that Isabella and I are together and strong.  I don’t want to have to worry about you.” 

“She’s my friend, I promise.  I only have her best interest at heart.”  

“I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t mention this to Belle.  I will tell her, but I want to do it.”  

Scott went to reply but his eyes went wide.  “I think that’s a little too late.”  Steve turned and saw Belle and Lila with Clint standing there.  

“Sweet pea…” Belle didn’t wait and spun around, running to the exit.  Steve chased her with Bucky exiting the car and Clint following.  “Isabella! Stop!” 

“Why?  Why are you doing this?” 

“I just needed too. I needed to let this go so I needed to talk to him and say my piece.”  

“You can’t control everything Steve. I don’t talk to him so you doing this is just going to make things awkward.”  

“You are mine and I was telling him that.”   

Belle grew frustrated. “What more do you want Steve?  I tell you I’m yours and its not enough. I stay with you, and you stay with me. I have your security detail as requested.  What the fuck can I do more so you can know that I am yours?” 

“Move in with me.”  

NEXT

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Season 2, Episode 6 Liveblog

Elayne is getting a puzzle! :D this is such good enrichment for Elaynes

Rand’s secret little smile at ‘you can fight anyone’

“It needs to be healed” creepy but I kinda love it in a fucked up way

Not the pitcher :(

“That’s almost nice” WTF that’s so dehumanizing and so Seanchan

Well that’s almost entirely by the book

Compare/contrast these two chained up figures

Importance of chosen names

This is a much more effective mindfuck then whatever TGH Selene was attempting

Psssst Rand it’s bad when your new girlfriend separates you from your support network

Min you are harshing the vibe

“She broke the 3 oaths?” “Every single one” (Elayne took notes)

Names are a theme

I don’t think I want Lanfear doing me favors

“Many paths through the dark” I do appreciate leaning into the Lanbiguity

Suroth, if the Empress saw how you were toying with her Gardener she’d be very upset, those are Imperial property

Loial, have you considered: Stab them with the plant

We are about to have pitcher problems

The way the a’dam prevents a damane from using things they think of as weapons is a weird twisted echo of the 2nd oath. I’ve wondered if the Oaths would prevent Aes Sedai from making a’dam and I think it would depend on what the Aes Sedai termed a weapon that someone could kill another with.

Yeah this is pure book although the ‘you’re not a person’ line is an extra ouch

“Pour a glass of water” echoing horribly the water-cleaning from the tower

When you deal with the devil, that is actually how it works, I’m afraid

Temple of the Forsaken??? Y’all I need some fic set here. I need Dark Raves honoring Asmodean. I need therapy sessions that make you worse sponsored by the Acolytes of Graendal. I need Moghedonists whispering the sacred crypto wallet keys to each other.

Siuan is probs putting out diplomatic fires in Caemlyn now that they lost Elayne? Or attending Gawyn’s birthday party I guess

Oooh is it the trippy ~TGH dream sequence?

Lmao she calls him Ishy

“See the world as it really is in the World of Dreams” what a fascinating take

Do not ask about Egg!!! this is Lanfear she will make Egg into a flesh balloon for touching you

Smart Rand would be like ‘oh now I know you’re lying [about Egwene being Ishy’s]’ but Idk how smart he is

Oh this is heartbreaking she found the lost sister

Ooooooh are we going to see Bayle again so soon?

Nyneave like ‘I’ll allow it” but only because Elayne is saying what she would have

Elayne is getting a puzzle! :D this is such good enrichment for Elaynes

Awwww what a nice nosy boy who will repeat the contents of the letter

Watch she doesn’t stab you when you look away

Mommy issuessssss

I like the air knives

Because you want a legacy!

Ooooh lesson time. Everyone is barfing in this ep

Rand’s secret little smile at ‘you can fight anyone’

Oh god [MY BOYS!!!]

KISS!!! -ok moment’s gone

Mat and his lil grabby hand on Rand’s shoulder, my tactile boy

‘Some of the damane can sense people channeling’ guess we def changed the lore about how channelers sense each other, mildly annoyed about that, but it’s consistent within the show

That’s smart, trying to see the catch in the water like a mirror

Exercising power

Oooof that’s a new twist “I hope they told you at your White Tower how special you are”

Renna are you going to make her set it on fire??? The thing that comforts her? [post-ep I was thinking about the contrast in how the Seanchan command Loial and his tree powers- they are uncomfortable with it and have to ruin the moment. They don’t have the same power over him without tools.]

Well that was an uncomfortably sexually charged moment of excited panting [please tell me it wasn’t just me]

Proud of you, Egwene <3 Hah you made Renna mad good for you

Elayne: “I need a bestie real bad”

Mat gets it because Mat also has The Depression

RESCUE TIME

Min is like I am here to give you bad news, as is my fate

Mat’s good at bullshit detecting & does not handle betrayal well

This is very sweet but I feel like the subtext is “You will be eaten alive as king”

Pope hat

Oh my boys they are so sad

It’s time for… [Alanna and her posse corner Rand] OH SHIT IS IT HAPPENING?

I don’t think Nyneave does modulation

“It needs to be healed” creepy but I kinda love it in a fucked up way

Ooooof next time we see Ryma she’ll be with my Most Problematic Of Faves I guess 🫣😬☹️

This series loves to hang characters and if it can’t get Mat than anyone else will do

[Renna pours out the cup Egwene just filled] Oh fuuuuuuuck you Renna

You still won. You’re still alive

Our lost Blue Sitter coming in at the clutch

#wheel of time #wot book spoilers #wot on prime #wot on prime spoilers #wot on prime s2 #WoT on prime s2e6

[andiwriteordie]

why do you call it maroon fic ?

REMI! hi! ok i love this question & i'm gonna be long-winded about it because i'm a nerd. and i love writing. and byler. and taylor swift. so. you get a free maroon/byler analysis for your saturday.

a real fucking legacy, to leave is also called maroon fic whenever i post stuff because the title comes from the song maroon by taylor swift! this is one of my favorites off the midnights album, and i just have a lot of thoughts in general about this song buuuuut

when it comes to byler, i really enjoy thinking about how, when stripped down to a bare skeleton of a story, theirs is a story about love and loss. we meet two childhood friends, first through mike's eyes, and the whole first season is about mike trying to find his lost friend. and in some sense or another mike has been trying to find will (and will trying to find his way back to mike) since s1, because of the kidnapping, the possession, and the tension in their friendship across s3-s4. it's a story about two people who love each other but keep losing each other, especially when we consider it from mike's pov (catch me crying at the "maybe i lost you" line in s4).

anyways, with maroon now! one of my favorite parts of maroon is how the first chorus switches from the line: and i chose you, the one i was dancing with to the line and i lost you, the one i was dancing with. it's a simple change, but it tells the story taylor is sharing with us so incredibly well. it's a story of how this narrator went from choosing this person they love so much to losing them in the end—which i think just really mirrors mike's story very well in stranger things! will went from being such a priority in his life—so much so that he says meeting will is the best thing he's ever done—to then just time and time losing will again, first from the upside down then from his own distance and mistakes.

and here's where i get really nerdy, thanks to @wiseatom who pointed out that the official taylor swift music video for maroon has an incredibly niche detail within it:

that's a real fuckin' legacy, to leave

the comma between the words "legacy" and "to" add another little layer of nuance to the meaning behind this song, which i just looooove. that comma placement shifts the meaning slightly, implying that the legacy itself is leaving. the legacy left behind by the partner taylor is singing about in the song is leaving her.

so then, circling back to byler and from mike's pov, i could go on and on and on about how mike has a need to be needed and wanted and a fear of abandonment that stems from that, but i won't lol. the point i think about here is how the theme of love and loss is intertwined with byler as a whole, but then also specifically in this line, getting to explore the potential of mike's thought that it is, in a way, will who keeps leaving. mike keeps losing will, maybe not always as an intentional action on will's part, but it is always mike who loses will.

allllllll that to come back around and say this: i wanted to write a fic that explored the themes of love and loss in byler's story and then maroon came out and it just fit. the story kinda pieced together as it was about two people in a relationship, hence why i chose to explore established byler, so we could see those themes amplified to a greater extent than we even see in the show. :)

i could've answered that in 2 sentences, but i didn't bc i'm a nerd. so happy saturday 🤣

#byler #st x ts #i think i should get to analyze taylor swift songs and byler at least once a week #for my mental health #andi writes not dies

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hello! been an absolutely massive fan of EIAT since i discovered it on like chapter 3, braving shyness to ask a question that popped in my brain this latest chapter!!

does damen feel a sense of? relief? in knowing his future? obviously laurent is team ‘i am affecting the past’ but now that damen knows his legacy and his victory, does he feel assured? or has it heightened his desire/stress about making sure his campaign is successful?

sorry that seems incredibly poorly worded, but hearing any of your thoughts on damen’s thoughts on his futuristic boyfriend would be really insightful!

and, if i can, my word for your search is sand!

Hello!! Thank you so much for this question <3 I love it a lot omg

This kind of hits on a few things: Damen's religious beliefs, Laurent's skepticism/agnosticism, and the fantasy workings of the fic world itself.

The thing I want to begin with is what Damen says about the gods in Chapter XIX:

Within the Akielon system of belief, there are those who are favoured by the gods -- like Damen is. He knows that he is, and that the gods have chosen him as the true ruler of Akielos. It's not big-headedness or anything like that for him to know so, it's simply a validation of his own goals. What I'm trying to show (hopefully successfully) is that lines of succession are all well and good, but the thing that makes Damen truly worthy, and the reason he has been divinely chosen, is who he is as a man and a leader.

The only point at which he was truly uncertain of his own worthiness was before Laurent arrived. Again from Chapter XIX:

He was praying at the King's Waters for some sort of sign that he was on the right path -- remember, the King's Waters are for the King alone to commune with the gods. If nothing appeared to Damen there, then obviously it would mean he wasn't King. But something (lol) did appear, and not only that, but that something has proven to be a boon to his campaign for the throne. Not to mention the numerous divine signs of approval -- signs that Damen has been raised to look out for, but Laurent hasn't. The rain on their wedding day is the most obvious divine validation, but the weather in general is a telling marker of how the gods feel about the choices that Damen is making.

Choice, though. Choice is the key thing, and a theme that runs through everything in the fic. It's crucial for Laurent, who has historically had choices taken away from him, and is a significant part of the inner conflict that stops him from fully accepting his place in the past; if he accepts that he is fated/destined to be there, then he truly has no choice in how his life goes.

For Damen, the choices he makes are also about honouring the gods he believes in. So to address some of your question, the confirmation from Laurent that his legacy will be secured is a relief of a sort -- can you imagine the feeling of knowing, for certain, that divine faith in you hasn't been misplaced?

He isn't cocky without reason, and the knowledge doesn't create any sort of recklessness, but it does give him further confidence in the choices he is making. It's about the reward -- there is a part of him (as he admits to Laurent when he says "You may be my true destiny") which hopes that Laurent is the reward he gets for making the choices the gods want him to make. The rule of Akielos is what he achieves, to honour them; the profound and life-altering love of his husband is what he is given, to recognise that honour.

Hopefully that answers your question!

And as for your suggested word:

To those of you who have been waiting for the beach from Chapter I to make a reappearance: good news! lmao

#my writing #even in another time fic #hopefully this makes sense #i have. some brain fog #so it makes sense TO ME but i'm not sure if i'm communicating well lol

[wicked-jade]

I'd love to hear about Give the Devil His Due! (And I'm also wondering who "the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time" is referring to ...) 💜

'Give the Devil His Due' was another 'Bad Luck' verse fic, that I started before S4 dropped (and then reworked after it did, to include characters like Devon.)

It takes place pre-All Valley, while Johnny is still recovering from his injuries/surgeries. There is no dojo divorce in this one. He and Daniel are training the kids together, and one day after class Miguel comes to Daniel and asks why no one ever acknowledges that Johnny's also a two time champ. There's no online record of Johnny's All Valley wins, no videos of '82 or '83 on the AV's youtube channel, and other than the crane kick video, no mentions of him or his accomplishments on the website. The only info he's been able to find on Johnny's wins are the old newspaper articles Robby found in S3.

Miguel comes out and asks if Daniel had something to do with Johnny essentially being erased from All Valley history. He doesn't want to believe he'd do something like that, but he thinks it's unfair that Johnny doesn't get credit for the wins he earned. Daniel assures him that while yeah, he was on the committee, he was more involved with the fundraising side of things, not the AV's internet presence or record keeping.

He agrees it's shitty that Johnny isn't given his due, so he starts investigating. He secretly goes to Darryl and George and tries to find out what happened to Johnny's records. (They were destroyed in an "accidental" fire in '85, right around the time a certain ponytailed dickhead was buying the tournament.) So he sets about contacting the surviving Cobras, to try and recover some of that info.

There's also a subplot where he replaces Johnny's trophies, which Kreese stole when he took the dojo. And everything would obviously culminate with the moment from S4, where Daniel makes sure Johnny is publicly given credit. Here's a little snippet of dialogue:

“Miguel, I promise you I am going to get to the bottom of this. First thing tomorrow, I’m gonna make some calls to the other committee members and find out what’s going on. You’re right, it’s a glaring omission. Johnny is a two-time champion, and he deserves his due.”

“Thanks, Mr. LaRusso. I appreciate it. And I know he will, too. The crane kick is your legacy, and you’re right to be proud of that win. But it shouldn’t be his. He’s so much more than just the guy who got kicked in the face, you know?”

As for 'the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time', that one was supposed to be the follow up to "Welcome to the Party, Pal." Keeping with the theme of the first fic, the title is a line from Die Hard 2.

Once again, Johnny and Lyle find themselves thrown together in yet another sticky situation on Christmas Eve, and end up having to work together to survive the night. This time, Johnny shows up at the pawnshop to buy a last minute present for Carmen, when the store gets robbed. The robbery goes sideways, and he and Lyle end up taken hostage/held at gunpoint. I may or may not actually let them have sex in this one, lol.

I really, really wanted to write it this last year (that's why I chose not to participate in the Secret Santa go round, because I wanted to focus on that) but the plot came to me too late, real life got in the way, and I just didn't have the time or energy to do it justice. But I hope to get to around to it this year!

Thanks for the asks!! 💖💖

#wip ask game

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Evie my love!! From the newest part of your ask extravaganza (the chaos corner), could I please ask for numbers one, three, five, and eight for dear Varsha??

Thanks in advance, and I hope you’re doing well, lovely!! 🩷🩷🩷

Oooooh, lovely! Chaos asks, my beloved! Thanks so much for this! Beware for spoilers to Varsha's fic which will hopefully be posted soon!

1. What's an animatic about your OC or OTP you've been spinning around your brain?

It's an angsty one with a happy ending. I can't, for the life of me, remember the song I had in mind for it (I'm thinking maybe it was a Pentatonix song) but I do know the story. Basically, it's about Varsha's immortality and her inevitably outliving the rest of the League, including Henry. The animatic would be a compilation of Varsha through the ages, starting off with the picture of all the League members together and each of them fading one by one, starting with Gray and ending with Mina. We get a shot of Varsha at Henry's death bed, crying as Henry reminds her of her own belief of reincarnation and making the promise of returning to her one day. He gives her his pocket watch to seal that promise. The background fades to black and Henry's hand around hers disappears, starting the "through the ages" sequence. We see Varsha as a combat nurse at first, sort of as a way to picture her clinging on to Henry's legacy. Then, we go through the decades, Varsha's expression constantly mellow and melancholic, eyes closed, the chain of the pocket watch always somehow visible. Maybe, a soft ticking is layered over the music. Throughout time, she faces multiple difficulties but takes them with no change to her expression. Then, faint lines become visible in the background and the perspective changes to show she's at some sort of party or gathering. Her eyes are still closed until someone calls her name. She turns around to see Henry standing there, looking just like he did all those years ago when they met, except he's evolved with the times. And the first thing he says is "I missed you."

3. Create some memes about your OC and their story

5. What would your OC's Tumblr blog be like?

She would probably have a turquoise-y theme, maybe with gold accents. Posts would be about sea travel, pictures of special or historical maps and lots and lots of of Indian/Hindi culture. Reblogs memes about the Queen's death and generally shitting on the British monarchy from Skinner's blog because she's still salty about their whole empire business with India. Constantly in Henry's ask box. Strongly supports Sawyer's travel blog. Her avatar is probably a picture of her snake form. It has people asking about her "cool pet snake". I'm a bit clueless on what her url would be. Maybe sanskrit-snake, sweetest-sea-serpent or something.

8. What are some TV Tropes that apply to your OC or OTP?

Parental Substitute for Varsha and Nemo

Elective Mute, Making a Splash, Sssssnake Talk for Varsha herself

Forbidden Love and Beast and Beauty for Varsha and Henry/Edward

#ask #evie's ask extravaganza #oc: varsha devi

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Do you think when Vi finally internalizes that Silco never took advantage of her sister rather genuinely loved her, she’d then feel resentful towards him for giving Powder everything she wanted to give and more making her feel inadequate and a failure? Or would she feel relieved to learn that Powder was in good hands and was taken care of?

I think it would make sense for her to realise this and have complicated emotions. Resentment for giving Powder what she couldn't though imo is a little too complex for the show. It's hard to "depict" without extensive dialogue... Also Vi right now runs on very few neurons. I love her, but she's too busy running from one bad call to another to think much.

I'd LOVE for the show to slow down for her and give her time to come to terms with a lot of things, which ideally should come with her realising it's *not her fault* she wasn't there for Powder, and she can't/shouldn't carry the blame for what Jinx became, even if Jinx likes to think Vi "made" her.

I'm certain Vi could feel both relief, hatred, frustration, and the painful ghost of the future that could have been there if they hadn't been separated, all in a delightfully angsty cocktail.

Will that be portrayed in the show? Not sure. Between amok Jinx, Amok Warwick, dangerous Noxian men, Viktor returning to Zaun as Machine Herald... There'll be enough on the menu to keep Vi running a lot.

At any rate you can be sure your friendly neighborhood fic writer will have all that for you, if they don't already.

I think Vi will remain in denial for as long as she can, and will probably hit a huge metaphorical and physical wall. There's also the entire angle of Vander's legacy, and how he wanted her to learn *not* to swing, and how she's been doing very little else. Her realising Warwick is Vander would be a harrowing moment of self-actualisation for her. I hope Riot gives it to her.

There's this one line/idea in the Bridging the Rift series, where the theme will also be "how far can you go before you have to part ways with someone as close as your sister" — I'm paraphrasing. Basically, how much shit can Jinx pull out before Vi has to abandon her claim of all-forgiving "sister".

I hope that by the time she reaches that point, she isn't still kidding herself about the state of Jinx's mind, life, and the effects of her lengthy imprisonment.

#vi #arcane #fanfic #anon ask #jinx #meta #arcane meta

[terapsina]

Fanfic writer ask game: 4, 8, 15, 16, 18

4. Do you prefer writing multi-chapter or oneshot fanfictions?

It really rather depends. Writing multi-chapter stories is certainly a lot more stressful (the sad line of my old dropped attempts rather showcase that).

But at the same time my longer stories do bring me bigger amounts of joy I guess. I get INVESTED in them.

But I also love writing short little drabbles that are like me baking a cookie, instead of a line of cakes. So I guess I like writing both, it's just about what I'm in the mood for.

8. What kind of document do you use to you write? Microsoft Word? Google Docs? Straight in the AO3 text box?

No, I'm a true savage, I write straight on Tumblr and make frequent use of 'save as draft' (I have an explanation to this, I used to write more TV show meta posts when I joined the hellsite, and I got so used to this particular font, in this particular size, on this particular background that writing anywhere else gets so distracting I might as well give up).

I do last edits in AO3 drafts though 🥺 that makes everything okay, right?

15. Are there words, phrases, mannerisms or scenes you tend to use a lot?

Ugh, the bane of my existence is how when I write and come up with a word that fits, the word somehow gets stuck in my mind and I'll find it used again two paragraphs down. And I don't notice until I do a reread aloud in editing. At which point I tend to google a bunch of synonyms.

Also: 'burst into laughter', 'choked back her tears', 'swallowed past the stone in her throat'. Also also my characters tend to raise their eyebrows and roll their eyes a lot, I think.

16. How long is your longest fic?

31'060 words as of yesterday, She's Come Undone and Set Free. Who knew how invested I'd get into letting Elena be angry; having Caroline dealing with her s1 trauma; making TVD era Rebekah get actual friends; and (most recently) giving Bonnie a properly interesting love interest *cough*Rebekah*cough*. (I already knew I could get invested in Elejah, that one wasn't a surprise).

18. Recommend someone else fic! (And tag them if they have a tumblr!)

This question is confusing but I'll take it to mean I should recommend someone else's fic to everyone who reads this.

Okay. I'm gonna narrow it down to TVD/Legacies fics because that's what I'm recently writing myself and if I don't put some kind of theme limit I'll get a headache.

We Remain by AnonymousObsesser - Elejah, starts during American Gothic and then goes a completely different way (I have read the first three chapters at least 5 times, the Elejah feelings are seriously top-notch).

A Year to Eternity? by @missnmikaelson - Elejah, Klaroline, a bit of Bonnie/Kol, a bit of Handon - Starts out during 5x12 of The Originals. But with TVD had a different ending (Elena isn't married to certain people for example and I love it). Neither Elijah, nor Klaus die because that's stupid (Caroline yells a bunch at Klaus about it, Elena's blood is always the magic cure we should all know this: "To seal the Hollow away we need the willing support of Elena Gilbert." Amusement sparkled in his eyes. "I'm asking about your knees, Nik, because you're about to grovel on them.").

plastic crown by @jennifersminds - Elejah but not as the focus, the focus is Elena runs away from the Salvatores (Rebekah gives her a car, Elena ends up in Vegas, I honestly don't know how to describe it, the story just has a very unique imagery) and tries to build herself back up. Trauma. Vengeance. Female friendship. Strip clubs and slight bit of vampiric serial killing. Oh, just read it, you'll understand.

(I think the three above mentioned fics can probably be blamed for me starting to write She's Come Undone).

tis the season for a kidnapping by @vorpalmuchness - Elejah, Elena gets kidnapped by a couple of idiots whose information is a BIT out of date (they call Elijah and expect gratitude is what I mean, those poor poor morons). And I LOVE it.

being unwanted (and wanting too much); by @natalia-dyer - Post s4 Hizzie, basically Lizzie coming to her great lesbian awakening/acceptance of self as she realizes why none of the guys were ever quite right.

Torn by the hours by @isagrimorie - (if you don't think I absolutely love that fic, you are WRONG, it lives in MY head rent free). Hizzie, with Lizzie waking up in the middle of the battlefield where Hope has pulled a full on massacre because she thought Lizzie was dead? I am RABID for this scene.

(okay, it's possible I overdid it a lil'bit).

#writing #writing asks #ask game #elejah #hizzie #fic recs #isagrimorie #answers #otp: i remember reading that in a letter once #otp: we're in this 'til the bitter end

[chaoticgeminate]

The Angel In Me

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x gn!Reader

Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI)

Word Count: 2.2k

Content Warnings: Smut in the form of a blow job, gross misrepresentation of biblical themes, possible implication of power exchange (though it isn't, all parties are consensual)

Notes: So this fever dream fic is the culmination of several menaces in Discord, talking about biblical themes and the 7 deadly sins & 4 horsemen, and my brain just decided to say "but what if sexy?" and here we are. This is all thanks to @pagannightwitch, @beskarberry, @toomanystoriessolittletime, @mandocrasis, and @adikas-anonymous (who also gave me a dialogue line for the story too💙) for basically sending my brain on a spiral.

Being stuck with gate duty was the most boring job any angel could land and Dieter shoved his sunglasses higher up his nose with a heavy grunt, the stupid white toga he had to wear as an angel trainee barely covered the bottom of his dick on a good day and he always ignored the side-eye from others when he shrugged on his green robe.

Under usual circumstances he’d be all for bearing everything and letting it all hang out but since he had to look presentable to greet new spirits at the gate Dieter didn’t want them to come back tattling if they got all up in arms over his cock being visible. They’d learn eventually, sure, but until then he didn’t need any excuses to get sent down the pit.

He hadn’t been forced to go to Hell but he wasn’t sure he wanted to find out what was down there quite yet, so repenting and training had been the future he chose.

A soft flicker of light made him look over at the staircase, landing on the newest soul to come for judgement, and his throat bobbed immediately. He’d spent so long around apostles and old looking angels that he’d almost forgotten how fucking beautiful people were, and this one was ticking all the boxes.

“Is this- oh.” Their curious tone fell to something resigned when they spotted the pearl and golden doorway behind him, eyes darting along the intricately designed barrier, and Dieter opened the large book before him that started to glow gently with the soul’s approach.

“Let’s see where you belong, yea? C’mere, sweetheart.” He gestured to the seat in front of him; the sturdy white marble desk was gaudy and felt really out of place for the white-walled room; like some sort of clinical office building, rather than the cloudy paradise that the movies and shows liked to depict. He wasn’t surprised to see the person across from him was bare, his eyes tracing each part of their nude form, the souls that arrived fresh still didn’t know they could give themselves clothes or just appear however they wanted.

That had been a big surprise for him when he’d died, especially since he’d met some crusty old angel named Gabe first.

“Are you- I’m having my life judged, aren’t I?” They sat down and shivered at the touch of the cool chair against their bare skin and he nodded with his expression as neutral as he could manage, when he found their page he skimmed the text to find out what the “Almighty” had chosen for them.

“I can’t believe- you’re Dieter Bravo right?”

“You know me?”

“Of course I do, I’ve seen all your movies and shows. I figured you were here because of the whole ‘comfort in your last moments’ thing that people always preach about.”

He leveled them with a look.

“Nope, I’m in training and I’m here because Paul decided to fuck off for the day and nobody else wanted gate duty. Good to know you’re a fan though, I figured I would be forgotten.”

“Never.”

He almost hesitated at the conviction in their voice, the firm expression on their face, but they weren’t the first fan he’d ever met even if the idea that he had an actual legacy did come as a surprise. He returned to their book while fighting a smile.

The verdict was not heaven and Dieter pressed his fingertips to the golden letters, to find out why, he was transported to a new time and place despite not moving from the chair and felt that disorientation that came from looking into the memories of a soul. He watched this person driving, safely and obeying all the road rules, to work when they were cut off by a reckless driver that ran a red light.

Their angry words whispered under their breath, a soft curse to the other person, weren’t exactly friendly but Dieter couldn’t have expected that to be the cause. Until he realized belatedly that the other driver was a Guardian Angel, in a human guise to carry out their duties on Earth, and because they’d cursed a Heavenly being they were meant to be sentenced to time in purgatory like he had been when he died.

Fuck that.

Blinking away the disorienting feeling of being pulled through their memories he stared at the soul across from him, they looked hopeful and soft and his cock jumped to attention at the idea of those lips wrapped around him. He shook that away knowing this wasn’t the time to do anything like that, he didn’t need the Archangels accusing him of taking advantage of a new soul or something.

What he could do was change the judgement, seeing their memories was a second chance to prevent souls from going to the wrong place since the Almighty wasn’t infallible, and he felt good knowing he was saving them from something like purgatory when they had no reason to be there at all.

“Almighty one says you’re due for purgatory, labyrinth that you wander until you’ve repented.”

Their eyes blew round in surprise and they shot a nervous look to the hallway that he pointed to, scared and unsure, and Dieter pushed his chair back. He made sure to stand up, so he could throw a little flair into his delivery of the news.

“I can change your judgement-“

“You can? What do I- what do I have to do?”

He blinked at them and smiled, making sure to drop his shades enough for them to see his eyes.

“Nothing, at all, you didn’t deserve a purgatory judgement. I mean I wouldn’t say no to a little fun but you don’t have to. I don’t do coercion or force, not my thing and never has been.”

The look of surprise melted to something soft, gratitude and adoration, and then he found himself watching them get up and walking around to him instead. Their expression was coy, they wanted him, and he felt his body responding eagerly to their bare form pressing against him as they reached out to slide the tip of their finger across the draping white fabric just below his collar bones.

“I- what if I wanted to? You’re- I had the biggest, dumbest, crush on you and was devastated when you died. Or is that- would you get in trouble?” Dieter snorted and shook his head, it was kind of weird because they all wanted to appear as they died but there were plenty of old ass angels that got together to fuck.

“Trust me, sweetheart, they’d be a bunch of hypocrites if they did say something. You want to do something for me? Can I have these pretty lips around my cock?”

“Yes.”

He sat back in his chair and they followed, dropping to their knees in front of him onto the cold floor, and Dieter didn’t even have a chance to offer them to get comfortable as they ran their nose along his inner thigh and gripped his calves gently; his exhale was soft as he let his head fall back, their soft exhale against the sensitive skin of his balls making him shudder.

Dieter couldn’t even think of the last time anyone had been near his dick, since most of the trainees refused to even indulge a little for fear of being punished and the ones that were willing had already shacked up.

“You’re so pretty.” The puff of breath against his shaft had him dragging his hand up into his hair, gripping it tightly when they finally wrapped those lips around the head of his cock and Dieter whined when they drew back and pushed up the skirt of his toga before dragging their nose down the length of his shaft. One of their hands drifted up and they licked their palm to moisten the skin before circling him and pumping gently, a teasing sensation that made him buck his hips.

Dieter grunted when they chuckled before he was moaning as they dipped their head to lick his sac, he jumped when those sinful lips kissed at the skin before their tongue teased him again. Their grip on him tightened a little, thumb smearing the precum gathering, and he looked down in time to watch them mouth at the side of his shaft as they looked up at him.

Licking away the mess and hollowing their cheeks around him, making Dieter roll his hips up to get more of his cock into their mouth, he was robbed again as they drew back before they swirled just their tongue against his frenulum and then let their tongue tip swirl mindlessly down his shift.

“Fuck- you’re really trying to make me beg aren’t you sweetheart?” His breathy question earned a dark chuckle and Dieter couldn’t stop his yelp as they drew one of his balls into their mouth entirely, the sensation making him tremble as they continued to swirl their tongue around him, and then the tease went and let him go with a soft pop before licking and sucking at the skin of his inner thigh.

“Please sweetheart-“

Their eyes flashed in victory and Dieter nearly howled as the heat of their mouth slid down his shaft fully, hand gripping what they couldn’t fit, both of his hands now in his hair as their free hand pressed down against his lower abdomen to prevent him from fucking up into their throat. He wheezed as they hollowed their mouth and drew up his cock, a slurp that echoed in the room making his skin tingle, and he felt the sudden flicker of energy right as they dropped their mouth back down him.

“Shit, you gotta stop before someone-“ He nearly wheezed when they let up off him and scooted back so they were under the desk, grabbing his calf and pulling the chair closer by grabbing behind his knees, and Dieter just managed to school his face into something calm when Paul walked into the room. The menace under the desk didn’t stop mouthing at him, slow and gentle to avoid making nose, and Dieter’s cock jumped at the fact that he could very easily get caught.

“Please tell me you don’t want me to finish out the day? Gabe just ripped me a new one for deciding to visit the library and leaving you here but they just got a copy of the newest bible translation on Earth so we’re all comparing to see what the mortals are trying to muck up now.” Dieter bit the inside of his cheek as those sinful lips teased their way down his shaft again, slow and quiet, his cock resting heavy on their tongue.

“No, Paul, you can go compare bible translations.” His voice pitched high at the end when he felt the touch of gentle fingers on his sac and Dieter had never been happier as the old man practically fled the room with a loud “thank you” that disappeared the second the doors closed. He looked down to see the very satisfied gleam in those eyes, lips still gentle around his cock, and as he went to say something his moan echoed in the room as they hollowed their mouth and drew up before sinking even lower until their nose pressed into the hair at his base.

“Thank the big boss I’m already dead, cuz you’re killing me here, sweetheart.”

His voice was definitely wrecked and Dieter squeezed the arms of the chair as their throat tightened and shifted around him with the swallow, drool beginning to dribble out of their mouth, and as they drew up with another loud slurp he cupped the back of their head and let them breathe before just resting his hand there as they sank back down his shaft with a moan.

Dieter wasn’t going to last, he panted loudly and his hips jumped at the fast bobbing of their motions and found himself whining when they would draw back and suckle at the head of his cock, his balls started to draw up and he tried to warn them but there was no time. As they sank back down he gripped the back of their neck with a loud groan, it faded into grunts as he rocked his hips up to chase the sensation, and their nose sank into the wiry hair at his base to swallow around him one last time before they let up.

His cock was a mess of drool and cum, their chin stained and lips darkened, and he couldn’t stop himself from pulling them up into his lap to kiss them finally like he’d wanted to do since they walked into the room.

“Will this be the last time I see you?”

Their voice was soft, needy and nervous, but Dieter immediately shook his head.

“No, not if I can help it, you’ll be an angel trainee and you can bet I’ll come find you.”

He was whining from how sensitive he was when they slid back down and cleaned him up, his eyes studying their bare form again, and Dieter gave them his green robe with a smile before marking their page in the book with the gold and pearl stamp that opened the door behind him.

“I have to finish out today, but after that… you’ll need someone to show you around.”

Dieter earned a salacious grin before they disappeared through the “pearly gates” and his eyes danced with the promise of someone more his taste being around. He couldn’t wait to return the favor.

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[guiltycorp]

~Arcane!Viktor’s vaguely-queer-moments~ with commentary about how it might just be straight after all to keep myself in check.  Alright, so I might miss something, feel free to add (although this is more for myself tbh, sort of a journal entry). Personally, I didn’t notice like half of this when I was watching for the first time and didn’t really think much about the possibility, however the second time I was quite surprised to notice that there was... eh, quite a bit.  Also, this isn’t meant to cover anything from LoL lore, but it’s nice to remember that as a character he was originally a soviet-coded robotic mad scientist. Idk it’s not a very gay archetype by itself but it IS rather sensual.  Anyway!  1) Saying 'it’s Viktor’ and then continuing to soulfully gaze into Jayce’s eyes for another couple of seconds as his theme swells (’It’s Viktor’, fittingly). 

might just be fanservice for league players who remember old champs, gasp, oh it IS viktor, the machine herald, plus letting the theme’s violin notes hit just right, plus this is the finishing scene before the story gets back to vi... kinda awkward tho??   2) ‘Wait a minute, this isn’t my bedroom’ as the excuse he came up with when Mel came across him and Jayce breaking into Heimerdinger’s lab, clear implication (although Jayce talks at the same time so it might be harder to hear for some viewers).  ...might be a generic excuse for trying to open the wrong door and also too subtle, flew right over most ppl’s heads, however this is probably the most overt viktor line in the show 3) Right after that he throws a sour look at Jayce who’s busy mooning over Mel. 

uhh concern that his new partner would be more interested in a gorgeous corrupt politician rather than in scientific progress? doubtful:) however also subtle, didn’t notice this on 1st watch 4) Doesn’t return Sky’s interest, in fact the first time we see them together he kept on looking at Jayce (who was about to give a speech yeah but also had his back turned to Viktor atm). 

well, this could be for a variety of non-queer reasons... more like an additional detail and in later scenes when he’s busy with hexcore he’s practically ignoring jayce almost the same way he does her, so im not putting it here  5) Viktor bleeding onto Hexcore and passing out while Mel&Jayce have sex (with Viktor’s theme worked into Romance track), in this case i actually prefer a metaphor for the rich and powerful of the world finding both cooperation and pleasure together while the less privileged inevitably suffer and have to turn to less ethical means to survive, but well... The fact that Jayce is having sex with his political partner while his scientific partner is dying is still a bit? Suggestive? These readings aren’t mutually exclusive.  6) “Singed: If you take this path, they will despise you. Love and legacy are the sacrifices we make for progress. It’s why I parted ways with Heimerdinger. Viktor: Jayce will understand.”  idk this seems like a logical answer after the mention of singed’s previous lab partner but still, love.. more a weird choice of words on singed’s part tbh, could be just a generic type of love in a ~friendly colleagues~ way lol 7) no visible nipples under a really high support brace 

might be just stylistic design choices ig, low pectoral muscles.. due to muscle atrophy maybe?   So, like, all of this can be viewed in a different light, I guess? And most overt hints are in Act I.  This is naturally a familiar path for anyone who has experience with fandom and reading into things, impossible to say for sure whether it’s all in our heads or not... Earlier I’d say that it doesn’t even matter! We do have one rly cool queer couple in the show and also perhaps this ambiguity suits that particular storyline, AND more importantly Viktor’s sexuality or gender wouldn’t really add that much to the themes of the show, in my opinion. It’s just really nice for fanart and fic ideas, various additional materials and rediscovering the homoeroticism of cold war metaphors in League lore.  But after that whole thing on Amanda Overton’s twitter (one of the writers for Arcane) with first an implication that any queer-seeming moments are just the results of ‘no stigma against affection between men, friends or family’ followed by a bewildering ‘I’ve faced what felt like identity erasure myself many times. I’ve not given a real-world label to any one of our characters because I sincerely believe it will be more satisfying to learn this as their story unfolds.’ Which um. Reads as ‘wait and see’, essentially, also backed up by a different artist (Evan, although he isn’t working on s2) on the show seemingly for this particular issue (’I super do need people to stop asking us about things that aren't explicitly shown in s1. I get that people want assurances, but it'd be such a massive disservice to spoil any of the moments being cooked up’).  And after that I’ve began to feel a familiar frustration...  Like, this isn’t that big of a question in the story? Like I said, Viktor’s sexuality or gender isn’t super relevant to his character since he already has lots of other narrative-defining traits (risk-taking scientist focused on improvement of life quality & leaving a legacy, comes from zaun, disabled, close to dying), plus if Amanda is to be believed there’s no stigma towards sexuality or gender expression in Runeterra so it wouldn’t be seen as an alienating trait, just a sort of sad one if he had an unexplored (and potentially unrequited) crush on Jayce. Which again, isn’t really needed to drive home the idea that their relationship is slowly falling apart because of a divide in ideologies and personal circumstances. Or rather, it just wouldn’t be a good twist for s2, but it would have been a potentially cool detail to add or imply in s1.  My point is that if the queercoding was intentional why not say so? And if it’s not what’s the big deal in saying ‘nope! it wasn’t intentional! however we can see how it could be viewed that way, best of wishes to the fandom, you’ll get your riot mlm and or trans rep someday, xxx’.  Or, yknow, ignoring the question. Instead homophobic and/or sexist fans took the first part of the answer as an opportunity to gloat that the idea of a queer Viktor is entirely delusional while us losers received familiar bait of ‘maybe it’ll happen in s2!! be on the lookout for bi Jayce trying to seduce robo-Viktor (Even-Bigger-Dick-Now) who fell out of love with Jayce because of hexcore or an undercity flood or whatever’. Argh idk, I’d easily expect such an answer from a riot marketing team! But it’s really kinda sad to see the same sort of vague placation of both sides from a queer writer who pushed forward Vi/Caitlyn whose relationship truly kept me on the edge of my seat the whole show. sigh

#arcane spoilers #viktor #jayvik #i guess? #does fandom tend to disproportionally focus on mlm couples even when wlw are there and canon? #sure #but i actually like the more toxic and dysfunctional fictional relationships #so sue me #oil and water scene didn't even make that much sense #i would LOVE if they have an actual argument in s2 which leads somewhere #preferably not into enforcer Vi land #did i write this only bc i saw ppl say slurs on twitter? #yeah #yeah i did #text #i think there's a possibility they'll make ekko bi by giving him a background boyfriend which would also like #yeah sure #but where's the drama #arcane

[algernoninwonderland]

'Lie' - wow, that's an episode and stuff. It had some genuinely great ideas and some sincerely terrible things in it too, it left a bitter taste in my mouth and I wish it hadn't

The Good

Chat Noir truly is a cat, overdramatic and teasing and inconsiderate and flawed, that's great.

He drinks milk when he's sad. It's genuinely funny!

All these parallels between the Tsurugis and the Agrestes. Some basic directing ideas but they work really well.

Kagami likes Toulouse Lautrec, she's a perfectionist artist and has to keep it a secret from her mother. And this isn't a hobby related to Adrien or her family's legacy, it's the thing she enjoys doing on her own. It's a good idea!

The repetitiveness of the "throwing the paper ball in the bin" motive. That's basic directing, again. But it works well. I like it when things work well, and sometimes they do.

Kagami sees through the lies of the Jedi Adrien's facade in a way none of the other characters have this far. I'd go as far as to say that she's a lot more perceptive about him than Marinette.

She's really assertive and that isn't shown to be necessarily an absolutely bad thing, or an absolutely good thing. There's some nuance in there. Can you believe it?

Nice fencing scene there, all these sparks weren't really necessary but it's done competently. They got the movements and the speed right.

The show really hammers down the fact that being friends/dating a superhero without knowing their secret identity means you're forced to deal with them vanishing all the time and hiding things from you and that it's pretty terrible. Kagami's expression progressively sours as Adrien is shown to disappear more and more. That's good directing.

Some good character blocking and shot composition during the scene taking place outside the Hôtel de Ville.

“A cop never lies!” “You're lying!”

Bob Roth calling out Jagged Stone.

Fang, the true Best Boy of this show.

Some really stellar voice acting from Benjamin Bollen. He's always good.

Kagami isn't the bad guy for taking her distances with Adrien! Wowie!

The Bad

Cheap ship teasing is cheap.

Would they really leave Adrien making a sadder face in that TV show thing? Nah, that's a moment that completely breaks that conceit.

Portraiture as the capture of the truth within people, “portraits can't lie” and all that stuff. The art historian within me is shrivelling.

The show is mixing up a lot of stuff for the sake of this “truth and honesty and lies” and remains very superficial about these things.

What is Adrien's “true self” anyway? Is his being a clown as Chat Noir part of his facade or not? It's really interesting and that would require an episode of its own but no, have a handful of minutes instead, that should do the trick, right? No it doesn't…

Everything after the 13 minute mark, really.

What kind of villain design is that? What is it meant to convey? Liars are paralysed… That's it? Wow. I'm genuinely impressed. Incredible stuff. I am awed.

That white ball of light means some pretty ugly rendering. Like, really ugly. There's exactly one good-looking shot during this akuma fight and it's the one they used in the season's trailer.

DQ Animation and Artage Studio are getting better. They're still not as good as SAMG. Which means that the character acting is really wooden during the more subtle moments, and generally not as good as the scenes would require. Character make weird faces that don't quite work during some scenes. It's not distractingly awful but it's not good.

It's a show with a fandom that uses every little character detail to call a character they don't like the literal devil. Kagami expressing her anger physically is a double-edged sword.

Some really weird shots with weird camerawork.

The Ugly

Do you remember when Marinette said she loved Adrien because he was kind and caring and all of that stuff and then started drooling over the picture-perfect, airbrushed image of him instead of trying to get to know him as a person, meaning that she's in love with his image? But then the show still tried to push the idea that she was truly in love with him as a person? They're still doing this now. We've had the exact same joke for like two seasons. And yet we're meant to root for Adrien and Marinette to get together because…???

Chat Noir acts irresponsibly, yet has immense responsibilities, the show portrays him as funny and as always it’s inconsequential, he never has to face the consequences of his actions for more than five seconds

That scene with Chloé and Sabrina. Is is supposed to be funny? Is it supposed to be awful? I don't know. It was just rubbish.

I get that the point is that Kagami has to lie to spend more time with Adrien and that she's done so during Ikari Gozen already but are you sure this is the same character who needed an app to talk to people just a couple of episodes ago? The same character who absolutely despised liars earlier on? Why not show her second-guessing herself then?

She's a fast learner, for sure, she's been shown to get better at complimenting Marinette in the span of just two episodes, but this is a whole other level of off-screen character development. She used to lie by omission, now she's a very chatty liar.

Which just confirms that in Miraculous, characters change radically to accommodate the episode's theme. They have no integrity, no internal coherence. It's a recurring flaw with the writing and it's never been as glaring as it is now.

That cheese analogy is awful and gross. I already thought that the "changing targets" stuff from the earlier seasons was awful but this is just as bad. So people you want to date are like game or fermented milk, then. How romantic. Not objectifying at all. What a great conception of what relationships are like.

Some pretty awful writing. Chat Noir "dying” was cheap and fell completely flat and the dialogue came straight out of a Wattpad fic.

Shadow Moth's “Noooooooo”, straight out of Revenge of the Siths.

And now the lesson of the episode is… Love Square, Hell Yeah? Really?

What was that final scene? It's rushed and stupid and we're meant to be satisfied with it but it's the worst thing ever and “sometimes we must lie but we know we can trust each other” is such a hypocritical line when you take the show as it has been this far. And yet you're meant to clap and be happy about it?

This episode is a mess and I don't know what we're supposed to do with it. Give Kagami her own show.

#ml #miraculous #ml s4 #ml s4 spoilers #ml lie spoilers #ml lie #kagami tsurugi #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #ml writers salt #ml canon salt #ml critical #ml salt #adrien salt #yes i use 'stuff' a lot