#its really. disgusting how much family members think they can just say anything and it not be a problem ever

[clxja16]

Since Day One

Gifs not mine

Arthur Leclerc X Reader

Genre: childhood friends to lovers

Warnings: angst, threatening, slight cheating,

Word Count: 2K+

Author’s Note: I forgot what started this idea, but I wanted it to be with a current F1 driver, but it just fit so well with the Leclerc brothers that I couldn’t change it. Also idek how to label this, biggest its really just this small moment but, the context is everything for this fic. Also there’s gonna be a part two.

Part two

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“Why won’t you go to the races anymore?” Lorenzo had asked as you joined him and his family for dinner one evening.

“I don’t think it’s best if I attend the races, it doesn’t lead to anything good,” you say, as you helped set the table.

You grew up in Monaco just a few houses down from the Leclercs. You were the same age as Arthur and the two of you were in the same 1st grade class. Since that fateful day where he put glue into your water bottle because he wanted you to notice him. Which led to you going to the ER because you didn’t realize there was glue in your water bottle, and drank the entirety of it, the two of you have been the best of friends. You have been an honorary member of the Leclerc family since then, evening addressing Arthur’s mom as auntie.

When Charles committed to racing, you supported him fully, attending nearly every race possible. And when Arthur committed to racing you did the same for him too. Going to all their races when you could, and the two of them loved it. They loved seeing you at races, they loved having your support, they loved you being around, because you were family to them, as much as they were family to you too.

“Is it because of that one night in Amsterdam?” Lorenzo asked as the two of you finished with the table.

“It’s not solely because of that, but it is a reason,” you said, not really wanting to get into it.

“Charlotte has forgiven you for that, she was never even mad in the first place,” Lorenzo said, as he tried to put together the pieces.

“It’s not because of Charlotte that I’m staying away, and she wasn’t mad at me because of that. She actually understood the situation,” you said as you began to nitpick at the table, looking for a distraction.

“Lorenzo, leaving her alone,” Mrs. Leclerc, or as you called her, Auntie Pa, said, “if y/n doesn’t want to go the races anymore, then she doesn’t have to.”

“Ma, I’m not saying she has to go to the races, it’s just the boys miss having the extra support,” Lorenzo defended himself.

“Drop it already Lo, auntie said to leave me alone,” you teased, knowing that auntie would always protect you from the boys. Lorenzo shook his head knowing that he couldn’t argue once his mom got involved.

-

Before Charles and Arthur committed to racing, when they were still doing karting for fun, you were right there with them. You would drive out in the rain, in a little go-kart for hours on end. You stopped long before Charles and Arthur decided to commit, but being in those go-karts next to them really solidified the relationship between you guys. However when you did stop, that’s when you started to be your own person.

“Don’t you remember when y/n was like 12, and she would look at Charles with hearts in her eyes?” Lorenzo asked his mom, bringing up years of memories of pinning.

“Shut up Lo,” you gritted through your teeth, while the rest of the dinner table was a fit of giggles. It wasn’t your best kept secret by far, that you once had the largest crush on Charles.

“I mean I’m irresistible, how could she not have a crush on me,” Charles sighed, with a satisfied smirk, as he leaned back in his chair. Causing his brothers to laugh harder.

“Ewwww,” you exclaimed, with a disgust look, throwing a dinner roll across the table to Charles. Charles caught the dinner roll with a laugh. “That crush is long gone, I know I can do so much better than Charles.”

“Wow,” Charles said in feign offense, to which you and the rest of the table laughed.

When you and Arthur were 12, Charles was 15, and at that time you were head over heels in love with Charles. Charles never reciprocated your feelings, claiming that you were just a little sister to him and nothing more. Charles presently, looking back, regrets his choice of words at that time. As he looks at you now across the table from him, he wishes he had given you a chance, when you asked him out during your 18 birthday.

Nevertheless Charles took his actual girlfriend's hand in his, as he looked at Charlotte, whom he was very much in love with. And he conceited that you and him were just not meant to be in this life. Charles is happy and in love, you are happy, waiting to fall in love. He might regret not giving you a chance, but it is a decision he refuses to dwell on, as his and your life turned out alright.

-

As the night wined down, you and Charlotte sat in the living room sipping your drinks while the boys helped to clear the table.

“You know,” Charlotte started off, “Charles really misses you out at the races.”

“Why would he miss me when he has you?” You asked, taking a large sip from yur glass, “he should stop being greedy.”

“You have known and supported him for a lot longer than me.” Charlotte conceited, “and Arthur misses you out there too.”

You sighed, you want to be at the races, you want to support them, you want it to be like old times, but it’s just not the same anymore. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“You have to ignore all the comments,” Charlotte sighed. She and Auntie Pa, were the only two that knew the real reason you stayed away. They were the only two that understood the gravity of the words said to you.

“I don’t know if I can handle it Charlotte,” you sighed, you felt guilty that you allowed it to get to you, “I know I have your support and I am thankful because honestly when I saw the tweets, I thought you were gonna hate me.”

“You were clearly highly intoxicated that night, and I know you personally, they don’t know you,” Charlotte offered.

“Even then, if I was you, I don’t think I would like, let alone tolerate me right now,” you said, taking another sip from your drink, “I’m amazed you believed me so easily, and I am truly grateful you did.”

“If I didn’t know you so well I wouldn’t have believed you, but because of how well I know you, I believed you right away.” Charlotte said.

“What are you girls discussing?” Charles asked, as he and Arthur walked into the room. You slightly shook your head for Charlotte to understand to not say anything about what you were really discussing.

“Just girl stuff,” Charlotte answered, “Where’s Lorenzo and Ma?���

“Lorenzo went to put mom to bed,” Charles answered.

“Where's the girlfriend, Arthur?” You asked, noticing that Arthur’s girlfriend had been missing from the past few family events.

Arthur just sighed, “we got into it a few days ago.” You, Charlotte and Charles just rolled your eyes. Arthur and his girlfriend have been in an ongoing, off and on relationship for the past year. It’s gotten to the point where not even Arthur himself really cares how the two of them turn out.

-

“Seriously y/n, why won’t you come to the races anymore?” Arthur asked, the hurt evident in his eyes.

“I just don’t think it’s good idea for me to be there,” you said for the millionth time, “plus you know I’ll always support you even from my couch.”

“I know you’re always supporting me, but it would be great if you were at the races in person,” Arthur said, as he drove you home, since you moved further away from his family home and since you had a drink earlier in the night.

“Maybe when you race in Monaco, I’ll come to a race,” you teased light-heartedly.

“That’s not true, Charles was racing in Monaco, and you still didn’t show up, even when he got you a paddock pass,” Arthur said more seriously. Arthur’s tone had you rethinking your decision to stop going. You were just beginning to realize how your absences from the races affected the boys.

“Arthur it’s not that serious, you have a great deal of support, even without me there,” you said, not looking at Arthur.

“I know I have a lot of support, but I want you there too. So does Charles, it’s why he gets you a paddock pass every race weekend, even if you say you’re not gonna be there.”

“That’s not true Arthur, Charles…”

“Yes he has y/n,” Arthur said with a raised tone, getting frustrated at your dismissive attitude to the situation. “Charles gets you a paddock pass every race weekend, he has this entire season. He was just telling me and Lorenzo this the other day.”

“That’s why Lorenzo was pushing the issue tonight,” you say, more to yourself than to Arthur.

“Lorenzo was trying to get you to a race?” Arthur questioned, having no idea what you were talking about.

“Earlier tonight, Lorenzo was asking me why I haven’t gone to any of the races, he was really pushing it.”

At this moment, Arthur finally pulled up in front of your building, “me and Charles really miss you at the races, we get a lot of support from mom, and Lorenzo, and Charlotte, but we, both, want you to be there. You are the only one that raced with us in go-karts in the afternoon, and ate dinner at the same table in the same evening.”

“I’ll think about it Arthur, I have a lot going on too,” you said as you stepped out of the car, you turned back to shut the door, “thank you for the ride.”

Arthur waited there in the car, watching you go, making sure you made it in safely before driving off. Arthur knows that after the 2021 Dutch Grand Prix, you guys went out in Amsterdam. It was a big group that included Charles, Arthur, Lorenzo and a whole lot more. Arthur knows that night you got very intoxicated, and you kissed Charles, by accident. Charlotte was back in Monaco, she wasn’t there that night.

Arthur also knows that fans took a picture of you and Charles, it was all over twitter before you could even comprehend what you had done. You immediately apologized to Charles when you realized what you did. Charles was very understanding, finding the situation decently funny. And as soon as you could you immediately apologized to Charlotte as well, who took your apology kindly. Charlotte as well found the situation funny. They both knew you, and they both knew you meant no harm, you just weren’t in the right state of mind.

However Arthur also knows that the fans were quick to judge. He had seen the nasty comments they left you, he read a million and one articles written about you. Arthur had seen the rumors going around. Arthur knew how cruel, mean, and just downright awful the majority of the comments about you were.

But what Arthur, or Charles, or Lorenzo didn’t see, was the direct messages they left you when they figured out it was you in the picture. The amount of information they found about you. The fact that you Charlotte had to step in at your job, because you were on the verge of getting fired. The fact that the reason you moved further away from the Leclerc’s family home, was because people found your address and were sending you hate mail directly.

You knew what you did wrong, you repented, you apologized, you made amends for your actions. You weren’t denying that you were in the wrong, you just didn’t think that you deserved to be ‘burned on a stake like the witch you are,’ or that you ‘needed to be drowned in holy water.’ Which are the direct messages that people left you.

And you never told the boys any of this, because how would they feel about it? These are their fans at the end of the day. These are the people that come out to the races and cheer their name. These are the people that sport their colors, that buy their merch, that swear they can win it all. These are the people that ask for pictures with them, that ask for their autographs, that leave comments of encouragement and praise on their social media. You had no right to vilify their fans, when they support them more than you do.

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[heavyhitterheaux]

Bed Full of Lies

Tahira's Tale as told by @moody4world

Heaux Tales of Jack Harlow

Lord where do I begin. This nigga really thought he had me fooled…fake ass promises, fake ass I love you’s and the list goes on and on. I’ll admit he had me in the beginning, I can admit that I was wrapped around his finger for a little while during our…whatever you wanna call it.

I wonder what the hell was going through his head thinking he could get away with something this disgusting. Beginning of march 2033 was when I met that son of a bitch. Charming as ever, fluffy curls and the most sparkling blue eyes that matched the waters there in Turks and Caicos. My mistake number 1 was smiling back at him in the hotel lobby. Mistake number 2 was smiling at him again that night at the beach side party and being foolish enough to dance with him.

Like a dumb ass I moved quickly to mistake number 3, accepting his invite to a party on a yacht the next morning, leading to my biggest mistake yet. Mistake number 4. Sleeping with him thinking that it would be the best way to conclude my ‘adventurous newly divorcee era’. Yes I had been married before.

My young 20 year old brain believed the guy I met at the ripe age of 16 in high school would be the same man I’d grow old with, only for that idea to come crashing when he told me he found someone new just a year later. That was 3 years ago and I haven’t outgrown my trust issues since. Constantly working and traveling to avoid making connections to anyone in that way again. Yet I unknowingly fell for the same trap but only this time I was the other woman.

Well….one of many it seems. After that night in Turks and Caicos Jack did not just leave it at that. We continued texting and face timing whenever we had the chance which frankly wasn’t that often due to both of us traveling often. Sometimes we would get lucky and end up in the same countries so we’d explore together and always ended up in one of our hotel rooms.

The pillow talk was the most dangerous part yet. That man just says anything when he’s pussy whipped, promised me a family, a house and anything that would make me smile and give into him all over again. We would dance around in our rooms, if I was staying in a suite or airbnb I’d cook for him.

Teaching him how to dance bachata was a headache, really showed his white side because that man had no rhythm. That should’ve been a red flag on its own but I guess I had to learn the hard way. Jack and I never argued up until November of 2033 when he started acting strange, that’s the first time my image of him started to change. He’d become a lot more protective over his phone and defensive when it came to certain topics.

Apparently I was the insecure one for questioning why his followers was somewhat private. Claiming “That’s a violation of my privacy though, why would you go through my followers for?” Everything just seemed to snowball from there, every time we met up we’d argue then fuck and make up then repeat.

Jack knew I was crazy, ever since I told him how I ruined my ex husband’s career after he cheated, Jack knew not to mess with me. After another fuck and make up session, Jack had to leave for sound check. All I could think about was his phone constantly ringing while he was in my bathroom and then hearing him whisper on the phone. I fought my urge, I really did but I couldn’t any longer. I knew his entire family tree’s names at this point, first and last.

Using every social media platform I could think of, I looked up more family members of his than I would like to admit. I just could not believe my eyes at what I was seeing. Not only did he have a wife but kids too…betrayal couldn’t even describe what I was feeling. It was that and much more, maybe rage? or was it hurt, embarrassment or rejection?

One thing I knew for certain is that I let my guard down to the wrong man for the second time in my life and I was going to make sure that he pays. Right as I was clicking out of the profile that revealed Jack’s truth, he himself walked back through my door. “Hey Hira I forgot to grab my wallet, did you see it?” All I could do was stare blankly at him as I approached him.

I could feel his uneasiness at my odd behavior but I wish he could feel the heat radiating from my body due to my blood boiling in anger. Before we both knew it a loud clap could be heard across my hallway and a burning sting rushing through my right palm as his left cheek began to change from pale and freckled to a bright pink that was definitely not from blushing. His right hand slowly came up to soothe the pain in his left cheek as he turned his head back to me at the same slow pace.

By now I was fighting my tears and he could definitely see it. The slap he just received along with me telling him to grab his wallet and get the hell out of my life through gritted teeth accompanied by my heavy breathing, told him everything he needed to know.

His dirty secret was out and there was no persuading me. He silently walked past me, grabbing his wallet and walked back to the door I held open waiting for him to leave. Once he got to the door he stopped, still holding his burning cheek and dared to look me in my eyes. My eyes may have been tear filled but I was not going to back down from my angered glare towards him. “Hira I’m so sorry” Well I’m assuming that’s what he said. All I had to hear was my name coming from his lying ass mouth for me to slam my door in his face. The walls I built around my heart 3 years ago came right back up just as fast as that door swung shut as my face flooded with tears.

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[oscill4te]

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this is a very dark topic for my blog..... I am so sick of sexual predators getting to thrive in this world with little to no consequences for YEARS on end or perhaps even never facing consequences. At workplaces. In friend groups. At schools. In families. Everywhere.

even when you say something on your own behalf or somebody else's, often times nothing comes of it. There is so much enabling of these people and so much doubt cast towards survivors or people who have a bad gut feeling about something. Enabling of predators and doubt of survivors = no consequences = predators get to keep on hurting people.

i think about how my old management has enabled so many creepy people and let them rise to manager. how my reports of seeing coworkers be suspicious to other coworkers was just brushed off... And how these ppl get to keep their jobs and just get a slap on the back. Or if they are fired, they go crawl somewhere else, build their reputation up and then hurt the people there. Bc there are no REAL consequences for sexual predatory behavior. Its a disgusting cycle.

presators aren't strangers yknow. they are friends of friends. family members. Teachers. coworkers. It doesnt matter how much you like or trust someone, if someone is acting weird towards anyone, ESPECIALLY A child Who cannot advocate for themselves the way an adult can, you are absolutely obligated to look out for that kid. I dont care how close you are to that person who is acting strangely. A childs safety is way more important than anything else.

recently something happened in my town/old school I went too and its dysregulating reading through the police report and seeing ALL OF THESE TEACHERS AND COACHES (who I knew growing up) WHO SAW SUSPICIOUS BEHAVIOR FROM A TEACHER GROOMING STUDENTS and did NOTHING at all other than either gossip to each other, or give that teacher a slap on the back kind of warning... There seriously SERIOUSLY needs to be a new system for this shit. Bc whatever we have going on right now is not working.

I was thinking if you see something suspicious, you as a teacher Should be Obligated to anonymously make a report, these reports should be stored and documented and if a lot of things are filling up for an individual... well. Then it may be time for an investigation. In schools, suspicious behavior absolutely needs to be documented and reported. Bc This happens way too much. If its just one incident of strange behavior then perhaps it is nothing, but if this is happening all the time, then it needs to be documented and looked into. Is this NOT a thing at schools or are adults always just that willing to look the other way when they see something off?............. I Have so much more to say but man...

i really dont want to be alive in a world like this sometimes.

The kids at that school are protesting and walking out because this school enabled this man for 10 years. He hurt and abused so many young girls. It shouldn't have gone on for 10 years. The kids at that school probably feel scarred knowing a teacher they trusted got away with this for 10 years. I understand completely why they are walking out and protesting. who is gonna feel like they can trust their teachers who enabled this for so long?

#tw: sa/csa

[bookshelf-dust]

Sorry this is long ash lol just wanted you to know that you're not alone. Thats all I wanted when I was by myself.

Right. I never thought I'd open up about this lol, especially to a stranger online. But I get you… I'm a really skinny black male, and where I live, people look at me as if I'm anorexic or dying from disease or something, even when I clear it up that I'm not. I constantly have to deal with my relatives telling me about my body, and it's aggravating, cuz some of them are adults, so I'm kind of forced to respect them and take everything. And that hurts, because it's not as if I suddenly lost a lot of weight or anything. I've always been like this, have been to multiple doctors and many have commented on my body not being average.

Being a black male, everyone expects me to be all gangster and macho, and being in high school at the time, that really fucked with my already present insecurities. Not to mention I was in the closet and gay. So, everything was hell. So much so that I refused to go outside for anything aside from school. I used to get in to fights with my parents just because they would want me instead of my siblings to go to the shop right around the corner lol. I was so insecure that I would go into the bathroom or my room and hide from family members visiting. It didn't help that I was a lonely kid in school, and my parents were Christian and kind of the cause for what was happening to me, so I kind of had no one to turn too. That resulted in an extremely underage me going online and seeking validation from old disgusting perverts who had no qualms taking advantage of a child. Long story short, I ended up sending a whole lot of child porn nudes to people. That was until I went on grindr and lied to this one particular man. He called out my bs and gave me some advice. Told me to delete the app.

There is a lot to this day that I still struggle with, but after disregarding everyone and focusing primarily on me, I kind of got better. I dropped out of school for my mental health. My parents didn't agree with me. But they didn't understand when I said it was breaking me. That I couldn't take it anymore. So, I took matters into my own hands. They threatened to make me homeless, but I stood my ground, and I'm glad I did, cuz If I didn't... I don't think I'd be here today.

But anyways, as I was saying. It was hard, but I started focusing and lying to myself, till the lies eventually came true. Yes, I still have those days where things are shit, but I'm much better than before.

It took 2 years for me to reconstruct myself, and if it wasn't for Larry, Twiamz, Ravon, Stan(worldofxtra), Megan the stallion, Cardi, Nicki, cupcake, Ethan Jewel and etc. I probably wouldn't have made it lol.

Oh, and I know that you're wondering what the female rappers, and Ethan had to with this lol. Well, It's simple really. They taught me to love myself. To walk my body. They gave me confidence. And stan was like a free, personal therapist lol.

I can't tell you for sure that things will get better, but what I do want you to do is continue to fight. It's okay to feel how you feel and whine, but don't let it fully consume you. There is nothing wrong with going down. Sometimes things are just way beyond fixing. But u only get one life. So, fight like hell for it. Don't worry about the others. Fuck the others. Anybody can be the star when they wear confidence like their skin.

this is probably all over the place, but its raw lol and yes, I know, I say lol a lot😒I do it when I'm anxious.

you are such a sweetheart. i really appreciate you taking the time to say all of that to me and it means a lot that you felt comfortable enough to open up like that. i know it isn’t easy. and i’m really proud of you for getting through all of that, and i’m so glad that you’re feeling better. i’m glad that those people could help you too. i haven’t thought about some of them in a really long time. i’m glad that you can love yourself, because you deserve it. you always have deserved it and you always will. and i appreciate you being so raw with me. i understand about being anxious, and it means more than i could explain that you talked to me at all.

the thing with me though is that i’m just done. i don’t really have it in me to fight like other people do. i’m not sure what it is that i’d be fighting for. i’ve already let all of this consume me, and i know that’s probably disappointing to hear, but it’s true. this is all i think about. for awhile i tried to listen to other people, to people i know care about me, and think that things would get better. but i don’t believe it anymore. not even a little bit. i know that i only get one life, and i think i’m okay with that. i don’t really think there’s anything left for me. i’ve realized that i’m just not going to have what other people have. i won’t ever be this confident and happy person, and that’s okay. i don’t have it in me to keep going anymore. i don’t believe that good things will happen, that things will change or get better. that’s just who i am. i wish i felt differently, you know?

but it’s alright. i love you. thank you for being there for me. you are going to live a beautiful life. and i am grateful that you shared all of that with me <3

#bookshelf-dust

[lonelylacexo]

INTRO: Tumblr. Hmm. Hopefully this will be a good outlet for me. Kinda like twitter. In the way that i can release my thoughts and feelings discreetly but also publicly. No one knows I have a twitter or tumblr. What to write. I have many thoughts. In this moment I’m worried. Kind of worried about the progression of my depression and anxiety. I feel its getting worse some days. More so depression. Anxiety I dont struggle with as much. It really is a disease. Something i have to catch while in the middle of it. Catch my negative disgusting thoughts. Dark, thorough intense feelings. I like to think I ponder on things heavily. I know i dont think, talk or act like a typical kud my age. I never ever have. Also been at least mature. I think about death constantly. And when I say dark thoughts, I dont mean like evil, violent or malice. Or harming anyone in any way. I mean i think about my existence. A feeling I’ve never been able to explain to anyone no mattter how hard i try. I’m used to pain. Figuring out what im going to do.

I’ve been heartbroken and running since I was born. I was born into a broken family. And when I got taken away from it, I went to another broken family. Mommy and daddy issues from the start. My birthparents acknowledge that we were spoiled and fed and financially ok. The best toys and clothes and tvs in our rooms. But was it ok to do drugs in the home, for our house to be shot up every week. To hop from friend to family member because my mother needed to snort some and needed a babysitter? To have everything we owned bought with drug money? In and out of prison? Random people passing thru our house everyday? To remember all of that? It is what it is right? Im the only one of my siblings that remembers it. I’ll never know why. Why I remember what our house looked like. Why I remember going to the market with my brother. Why I remember eating spongebob ice cream. Why I remember my mom screaming.

I’m not special. everyone has struggled, everyone has deep dark feelings. Everyone has some sort of trauma. I just happen to have a lot of it. Some of it is self inflicted, some of it could have been avoided. Majority of it couldn’t. I’ll process thru it all hopefully. Im trying at least right? Thats what matters. I’ll write all about my life. I’ll do it chronologically. Starting from my birth. Then move on to the next trauma when I feel ready to.

Last thing I wanna add before I go, is death. I briefly mentioned it. But death. D-E-A-T-H. Deeeaatthhhh. Huh. Some days i cant wait for it, some days im terrified. Terried more of the unknown and what will happen to me once I’m gone. I want to die and see if anyone would really be affected by it. See if anyone would care. Not in a pick me way just to see if I really did my job. Did my job of being the best person I could be and making a difference. I’m scared of not existing. I dont know if I believe in heaven. Well, whatever happens I’ll have to deal with right? Thats my life motto sheesh. I could go more in depth but I’ll come back to this thought later. More than anything I want to be at peace. Full contentment. Ease. Tranquility. No one knows how I feel. No one can. People can help you feel less alone, but its ludicrous to think that people can feel the exact feeling when you have gone thru different things. No person is the exact same to the next. Or maybe they do and I’m stupid. Its the depression telling me that. That im alone blah blah and no one understands. Whatever. I know I’m alone and its ok. One thing to cry and dwell about it, its another to embrace and accept it.

This is the intro. If I fulfill my dreams and wishes, then hopefully people can come back to this and find comfort and to feed their curiosity about me. If anyone really cares about my thought process and where I’m at currently. Who knows. Maybe no one will read this and that brings me peace too. Well im gonna go to bed. Sincerely, Laci

[fandomite]

Arcane Spoilers?

I finally was able to watch Arcane a couple weeks ago and MAN if this isn’t one of the best shows I’ve seen in a while, it’s so good on so many different levels. Every character is so well written, the animation style is stunning, the world building is amazing, the character designs themselves are gorgeous, and even the lore buildup to current times in League is just *chefs kiss*

There’s only one thing that’s been bothering me though.

And that’s the sheer amount of people I’ve seen who watched Jinx’s final scene and are immediately calling her horrid and thoughtless and a terrorist and “being a jinx” and it’s just-

First off, yes, her launching a torpedo at the Piltover council is BAD. I’m not commending it. That was a villain-esque move. But you’re not looking deeper than the surface as to how she reached the decision to launch it in the first place, and the literal full season buildup to that moment, just in her character. Nothing about this move was a cold and calculated play on her part. It’s ALL emotion, and we see that Jinx and Powder both feel things VERY strongly.

Let’s look at Powder. This is a kid, maybe 5-6 years old? When she loses her parents in a horrific skirmish/battle caused by tension buildup under the rule of Piltover and its Enforcers. Her and Vi both. They even see their dead parents before Vander takes them in. A year or two later, the girls are now having to survive in the Underground, somewhat on their own. They have to steal to ensure they have money for food and rent, and whatever else they’re lucky to get. The whole underlying tone of the Underground is “survival of the fittest” and “You’re lucky to even still be alive”. How the fuck do you think that messes with a kid’s head? Just her witnessing her sister and adopted brothers in a street fight has her TERRIFIED.

She’s also listening to how Vi lays out the injustices caused towards the Underground and how poorly they’re treated by their “overlords”. They can’t even really be “up top” without being looked at with nothing but disgust and suspicion. Now let’s heap on top of that the fact her brothers are constantly berating her and her abilities, mainly Mylo. She’s constantly being told TO HER FACE how worthless she is, how much of a hindrance she is. Her only consolation is her blood sister Violet, and then she overhears even Violet starting to turn her attitude against her. We don’t even see Vander give her much in the way of reassurance (probably because he just doesn’t witness the issues).

And then we reach the episode with the explosion and it all comes to a head. Her adoptive father is taken, kidnapped. Her siblings are all going to rescue him. Naturally, she wants to help, what kid WOULDN’T? But she’s hearing for the first time from her sister, her only mother figure, telling her to stay behind and saying without saying “you can’t keep up with us, you’ll just get in the way”. We now have an 8 year old, stuck at home alone, knowing how terrifying and deadly her world is, and having zero idea if her family is okay or if they’re even coming home. And we see her first mental break. She so desperately wants to help and even save those she loves, and with a child’s innocent mind she tries to help the only way she can. As adults watching the show, we have the life insight to know that this was only ever going to end badly. But Powder fully believes she’s saving her family.

Except we watch as a bomb goes off and consequently kills her brothers and father, with Vi barely making it out thanks to Vander. Powder hasn’t seen ANY of this until she rounds a corner and finally spots the carnage and bodies of her family.

So first, she’s now horribly traumatized by the realization that her family is dead and that she’s the one who killed them. And all she sees is her sister watching her, not saying anything to help her. She’s a child looking for help, a lot of help, and what happens instead? Her last remaining family member smacks the shit outta her, grabs her face and snarls into it, all while Powder is already breaking at the seams. And then Violet reaffirms every bad thing that’s ever been said about her, and abandons her in the rain and the destruction. No fucking wonder she latches onto Silco. He’s the only adult to offer ANY word of concern towards her in a while. We know Silco is originally just looking to end Vander and his reign, but he latches onto this child falling apart because of the similarity between him and Vander’s past.

We fast forward to now a young adult Powder, who has now taken the name of Jinx (out of bitterness or spite). Silco treats her as a right hand, but we quickly see how genuinely close they are. Silco trusts her with being in his office at any time and even administering his eye medication, something we saw he would only do himself earlier. He’s constantly backing her up and reaffirming his confidence in her, constantly defending her against his other henchmen no matter what they say. And it’s not for show for her, because he does it when she’s not even around to witness it. He’s constantly giving her jobs of high importance, and even when he finally gets angry over something she did, he still gives her the moment to explain herself, and then commends her work when getting the explanation. (Yes, she killed 6 Enforcers, I’m not commending that either, I’m talking about how this looks to only Jinx at the moment).

She’s not had someone so vehemently in her corner for a long while. Because even when Vi defended her, it was half-hearted and Vi even eventually agreed to the negative opinions about Powder when she wasn’t there to hear it. But Silco? Ohhhh, but Silco has proven to be there for her, time and time again since bringing her in, he’s shown how much he’s in her corner no matter what, he’s never once agreed with the negative opinions about Jinx from others around him, he does nothing but encourage her. He knows of her triggers and PTSD from childhood and starts to help her (in his own morally grey way) to move on from it, and understands her PTSD trigger reactions aren’t her fault, and even tells her so. He’s never judged her poorly for any of her character/personality. She’s never had unconditional love until this period in her life with Silco as a father.

And then Vi returns. Yes, Vi was in prison and facing her own horrors and had zero way of returning to Powder. We know that, I think Jinx somewhat gets that. But it can’t erase the trauma of the initial moment of (brief) abuse and abandonment by Vi. She, understandably, can’t get past that. The last remnants of Powder might want to, but Jinx knows too well of the pain and anger and resentment.

And during all of this, there’s just more and more tension and troubles rising with Piltover and the Enforcers against the Underground. Silco is doing his best to cover for Jinx’s attack and protect her, while trying to remain “clean” to the officials himself. However, just like Vander, we see he chooses to protect his adopted daughter and face the consequences himself instead of handing her over to authorities. Jinx doesn’t know of this yet, but she learns pieces of it. She only hears of the deal of being handed over to ensure peace, and she starts to fear that Silco will actually do it, because what else has experience taught her? “Survival of the fittest”, remember?

And that damn tea party. Oh man, that tea party.

Silco dropped EVERYTHING to save her life, we the audience knows this. But Jinx is spiraling and doesn’t know who to trust anymore. So she grabs Vi (and Caitlin as leverage) and Silco, and the final episode ensues. We’re in the home stretch of this tragedy. We watch as Jinx plays her psychological games to find the truth at the bottom of the barrel of her life, and we watch how the two most prevalent people in her life react. Vi is fighting to have Powder back, but because of this she’s remaining in the past, of “how it used to be”. But “how it used to be” for Jinx? Wasn’t that great to begin with. Vi tells her to remember her brothers and Vander, but all Jinx remembers is the ridicule and the neglect and the pain. And Jinx knows Vi is starting to side and work with Piltover, aka the people whom she’s known as nothing but an enemy to her existence for her entire life, who she used to think her sister would tear apart with her bare hands given the chance. But she’s torn with wanting her sister back. What kid wouldn’t be?

Now Silco? This man is going borderline feral to keep the young adult she’s grown into and become in the present. He’s the one who held her hand and walked her through the last of her childhood horrors, the one who’s become her dad, a dad of unconditional love and who’s proven over and over he’s in her corner no matter what. So we see Jinx starting to have another mental break from this decision of who to believe and trust and side with, and Silco sees her suffering and wants to help her. But Silco is the most morally grey character, the supposed villain, of this whole cast, so his solution is to just kill Vi, the outlier, as his way of saving Jinx.

We know he misses, but in a split second decision of in-character strong emotion, Jinx reacts and defends Vi. But she kills her dad in the process. We see her start to split apart again. And what’s the last thing Silco does with his dying breath as Jinx is falling into hysterics at his feet at what she’s done AGAIN? He comforts her. The exact opposite of what her sister did all those years ago. He’s dying, he has zero reason to lie (and his VA confirmed Silco is telling the truth) and his final words to his daughter are “I never would have given you to them. Not for anything. Don’t cry. You’re perfect.”

And Jinx. Fucking. Breaks.

When was she EVER told she was even ANY semblance of “good enough”? Much less “perfect”? This is where people start devolving this character down to “psycho” and “terrorist”, and just throw ALL of this character work out the window. Her next movements aren’t methodical or premeditated. They wouldn’t have dragged out her entire journey from Silco’s body to the launch point of the torpedo if they were. Her movements are mechanical and without flourish. As if she’s on nothing but autopilot. Shes shuffling through the wreckage, dragging her gun behind her. She’s not marching with purpose. She’s trudges with shoulders weighed down by unending pain. She’s once again lost EVERYTHING and it’s once again HER fault. No matter what Silco told her.

She’s seeing nothing but her mistakes, her dumpster fire of an existence in the Underground, she’s seeing that this alllllllll started from the very beginning with Piltover and its treatment of her existence and her people. She’s seeing how even her righteous sister has turned to them rather than stick with her people, aka (in Jinx’s mind) turning her back on Jinx/Powder AGAIN. And now her third father is dead. The one who shouldered so much to protect her from Piltover and even the Underground, who proved countless times how absolutely nothing she did could turn him from her. She’s seeing how Piltover has such amazing inventions, magical travel, operas and plays, protectors for its people, actual homes, and effortless quality of life and its endless privilege. And she compares it to everything life has ever handed her.

And she hauls Fishbones onto her shoulder. And she takes aim, tears pouring down her crumpled face. And she pulls the trigger as a guttural scream rips and cracks out of her, and it says

“Feel my pain for once.”

#arcane #league of legends #league of legends arcane #arcane thoughts #jinx #jinx and vi #Silco #jinx arcane #vi arcane #Piltover #Zaun #arcane Netflix #arcane analysis #powder and vi #jinx vs powder #powder arcane

[embroideried]

#crying in the dorm shower hard mode: tears come back when u turn the water off. u’ve been in here for like half an hour now #and the water is too hot. what do you do? #sit on the bench in your robe i guess. #hope nobody comes in #never thought i would find myself in a disgusting shower sobbing in the middle of ALEJANDRO BY LADY GAGA because you were just like. #side-thinking about jonghyun #i just really dont know how to deal with this it sounds so funny that its like a celebrity that im so upset about but like i have NEVER had #a death that has effected me like this. never #the only deaths ive had to deal with are distant family members whether just in relation or how much we talked #a dog that didnt even like me #random celebrities that i liked but didnt really feel like i had a right to be sad about #having the guy you’ve loved since you were in like sixth grade kill himself right before christmas #while you were just thinking about how you wished you were still paying attention to bands like his #especially his #and you dont have anything that can really distract you #so you have to like.....face the realities of life. head-on and not secondhand from a movie or something #its hard! #i didnt even know he was hurting and i should have noticed but i also shouldnt feel guilty at all #because i couldnt do ANYTHING about it. i can say it might have helped if i kept watching him closely and supporting him #but thats not true and i know that #he wasnt getting proper help and he really really did try to make himself better and he did a great job until the end he really did well #and thats not even me repeating that mantra. he did well. truly #i just wanna get over it i hate being sad like this its hard especially in a place where you have no good privacy #anyway if you made it all the way here thanks for reading im sorry i keep journaling on tumblr i just wanna talk to someone but i dont like #approaching ppl with this topic because it just makes everyone sad and i dont like making people sad #but i just wanna have someone listen #yeah anyway thanks

[c-is-for-circinate]

Wait, isn't "anti" stuff more like "anti-pedophilia" and stuff? Like, you have a point about anti-porn attitudes, but from what I've heard just "anti" on its own means against stuff like kid porn and incest porn and legitimately f*cked up sh*t like that.

Okay!  So this, I think, is actually a great example of what I was talking about, and a really useful thing to understand.  (CW rape, child abuse, etc)

Smarter people than me have written much better essays about why policing thoughtcrimes is a bad road to go down, and I will probably reblog some of them next time they cross my dash for more context.  What I want to talk about is the trigger mechanism, the ‘oh, this looks like danger!!!’ immune response in how we look at different kinds of porn, and how that applies to anti culture.

Here’s the thing: I am anti-pedophilia.  I think that, for most people, that’s a stance that largely goes without saying!  Adults who prey on children are bad.  I’m also against incest; relatives who prey on their family members are bad.  Above all I oppose rape.  Sexual predation of any kind is bad.  In fact, I’d say that’s the most important item on the list.  There is plenty of room to argue about where the lines are between ‘adult’ and ‘child’ and how teenagers fit in the middle, and there’s plenty of room to get historical about the lines between ethically terrible incest, distasteful-but-bearable “aristocratic inbreeding” between distant cousins, and the kind of consanguinity that tends to develop in a small town where everyone’s vaguely related to everyone else by now anyway.  The core of the issue is consent, and it has always been consent.  Pedophilia and incest are horrific because they are rape scenarios where the abuser has far more power and their victim far fewer resources to cope, both practically and emotionally; because harm to children is, to us as a culture, worse than harm to adults, for a lot of very valid reasons; and because they constitute betrayal of trust the victim should have been able to put in their abuser as well as rape--but they are all rape scenarios, and that’s why they’re awful. 

These things are bad.  It is good for us to have a social immune response system that recognizes these things when they’re happening and insists we step in.  That is a good thing to develop!  It helps us, as a society.  It can help the people being victimized.  It’s the same reason educators and childcare workers in the US are all mandated reporters, why we do background checks on people working near kids.  These things happen, and they’re terrible, and it’s good that we try to be aware and prepared for them.  (Though obviously studies show we’re a lot less good at protecting the vulnerable than we’d like to pretend we are.)

The question is: why does that same social immune response trigger, and trigger so angrily, in response to fiction?

Anti culture is fundamentally an expression of that social immune response.  Specifically, it’s that social immune response when it is set off by a situation that, while it has some similarities to the very bad real-life crime of sexual predation including pedophilia and incest, is in and of itself harmless.

If you’re instinct is to flare up in anger or dismissiveness because I’m calling these things harmless, I want to ask you to just take a deep breath and bear with me for a bit longer.  What you’re feeling right now is an allergic reaction.

Humans tell and read and listen to stories about “legitimately fucked up shit” all the time.  It’s part of the human condition.  It’s part of how we process those things happening, not just to use, but to other people in the world around us.  It’s part of how we process completely unrelated fucked-up shit, playing with fears and furies and insecurities that we all have, through so may layers of fiction that we don’t even recognize them any more, playing with power dynamics in metaphor and making characters suffer for fun.  Aside from the fact that literally all stories do this to some extent or another; aside from the fact that drawing lines between ‘ok that’s good storytelling’ and ‘that’s too fucked-up to write about’ is arbitrary, subjective, and dangerous in its own right; aside from all of that, these stories are stories.  All of them. 

Even the ones about rape, about incest, about pedophilia.  They’re words on a page.  No real children were harmed, touched, or even glanced at in the making of this work of fiction.  This story, pornographic though it may be, is part of a conversation between consenting adults.  (And if a teenager lies about their age to consent, that is a different problem altogether.)

Stories in and of themselves, no matter what they’re about, are no more dangerous than a crate full of oranges.  Which is to say: utterly harmless, unless all you have to eat is oranges, all day every day, and you find yourself dying slowly of nutrient deficiency--which is why representation matters.  Or unless someone wields one deliberately, violently, as a tool to cause harm, and someone gets acid in their eye--which is the fault of the person holding the orange. And unless you happen to be allergic to citrus.

The key here is this twofold understanding:  First, the thing that hurts you can also have value to others.  Real, legitimate value.  Whether you’ve undergone trauma and certain story elements are straight-up PTSD triggers or you just don’t like orange juice, that story, those tropes, that crate of oranges may be somewhere between icky and fundamentally abhorrent--but we understand that that is still your reaction.  Even if you don’t understand how anybody could ever enjoy it; even if every single person you surround yourself with is as sensitive and disgusted and itchy about this thing that makes your eyes hurt and your throat stop working as you; that doesn’t make it true for everyone.  That doesn’t make oranges poisonous.  No real children were involved in the writing of this story.  It is words on a page.

But, secondly: the thing that has value to others can also hurt you.  Just because a story isn’t inherently poison doesn’t mean it can’t cause you, personally, pain.  That’s what a PTSD trigger is: an allergic reaction, psychological anaphylaxis, a brain that’s trying so hard to protect its own from a threat that isn’t actually present (but was once, and the brain is trained to respond) that it causes far more harm and misery than the trigger itself possibly could.  And no, it’s not just people with PTSD who sometimes get hurt by stories.  There are many, many ways a story can poke the part of your brain that says, this is Bad, I don’t like this, I don’t want to be here.  The story is still, always, every time, pixels on a screen and ink on paper.  The story causes no physical harm.  But it can poke your brain into misery, it can stir up your emotions, it can make you want to cringe and run away.  It can make you want to scream and fight and go after the author who brought this thing into existence.  It can make you hurt.

This is an allergic reaction.  This is your brain and body, your reflexes and instincts, trying to protect you from something that isn’t really happening.  And just like a literal allergic reaction, it can do actual harm to you if it gets set off.  This is real.  The fact that stories can upset you to the point of pain and mental/emotional injury is real, even though it’s coming from your own brain and not the story itself.  There are stories you shouldn’t read.  There are stories I shouldn’t read, regret reading, will never read, because they hurt me.  That doesn’t mean they’re the same stories that would hurt you.  That doesn’t mean they don’t have value.

And, finally:

If getting upset about stories is fundamentally an individual person’s allergic reaction, their brain freaking out and firing off painful survival instincts in the face of a thing that isn’t, in and of itself, a threat?  Then the anti movement is a cultural allergic reaction.

Fandom as a whole has a pretty active immune system, which doesn’t mean we have a good immune system.  We try very hard to be aware of all the viruses and -isms and abuse and manipulation and cruelty, both systematic and individual, that exists around and within our community.  We’re primed and ready to shout about things at all times.  The anti movement is that system, that culture, screaming and shouting and fighting at a harmless thing on a grand scale.  It wants to stop that thing, that scary awful thing that trips all of its well-primed danger sensors, at all costs.  It’ll swell up and block off our airways (our archives) if it has to.  It’ll turn on the body it came from.  It’s scared and protective and trying to fight, and it’s ready to fight and destroy itself.

Luckily, fans and fanfic and fandom and fan culture are a lot bigger and older than they often get credit for, and it’s not like these cultural allergies are anything new.  We could talk about shippers and slashers in the X-Files fandom in the 90s.  We could talk about the birth of fandom in the days of Star Trek.  We could talk about censorship and book burning going back centuries.  We survived that and we’ll survive this, too.

But god, does the anti movement my throat and eyes itch.  Man is it irritating, and sometimes a little suffocating, to realize how many stories just aren’t getting told out of fear of what the antis will say.  And that’s the real danger, I think.  What are we losing that would have so much value to someone?  What are we missing out?

#fandom #anti culture #anti-anti #I guess? #asked and answered #you are not WRONG or BAD or BROKEN if a story hurt you #but neither is the story #Anonymous #anti discourse day

[stray-kids-react]

Their friends don't like you

Masterlist

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Bang Chan

° Would want to keep his relationships and friendships separate for this reason alone, he knew you and Bam Bam wouldn't see eye to eye and didn't want to choose either of you over the other.

° You kept your mouth shut about your dislike for Chan's friend for his own sake. You didn't want to ruin a close friendship he had, but Bam Bam on the other hand would constantly ask why Chan likes you.

° Chan got a bit annoyed with his friend due to how petty it was coming off after a while. You could say hi to him and Bam Bam would find something off about it, which made Chan more and more frustrated.

° You didn't say anything bad about Bam Bam, and Chan saw how much of the bigger person you were being. He didn't want to see you being picked on constantly, even if it was by his close friend.

° The last straw was when Bam Bam tried to hook him up with someone else behind your back, all of his frustrations built up inside him and his temper went through the roof. He officially had enough.

"Chan I want you to meet-"

"Stop! I'm sorry to whoever you are you seem very nice. But I'm in love with Y/n and they never say a bad thing about you, yet you hate on them constantly. If you don't apologize for everything, we're done."

Lee Know

° In all honesty, it took a while for you and Minho to like each other. You had a Tom and Jerry relationship for years, until you finally let him see past the wall you always build up. He's the only one who ever saw the true you.

° This is why the members didn't get what Minho saw in you, and everytime he said 'you don't see who they truly are.' they thought it was just an excuse to make you seem more likeable.

° Most of the members gave you a chance, but one was very hesitant to. Jisung didn't trust you, and did not want to see Minho get hurt at all. This is why he refused to give you one more chance after an incident.

° You opened up to the other members, apologizing for your behavior. You explained you had a terrible day that day and became very crusty, they accepted it and welcomed you with open arms. Except for Jisung.

° This awkward relationship with Jisung went on for months, even when you tried to reach out to him. Other members would even comment on how nice you truly were, but he just couldn't trust you.

"Maybe I should try talking to Jisung once more."

"No it's useless, he apparently just doesn't want me to be happy."

Changbin

° Thought your double date with Wooyoung and r/n went great, that is until Wooyoung texted him at midnight telling him how much of a let down you were. Even if it was in a joking manner, it genuinely hurt.

° He saw how happy you were to make a new 'friend', and couldn't dissolve that beautiful smile just because the reality of it was false. Wooyoung thought you were a bore, while you thought he was amazing.

° Changbin would distance himself slowly from Wooyoung, not appreciating the way he describes you. He didn't want him to come over and say those terrible words in your presence, it would break your heart.

° But Wooyoung noticed his friends absence, and decided to head over to your shared apartment where you two were cuddling while watching spirited away. Changbin's heart immediately sank.

° Wooyoung took Changbin aside to talk, and you could hear every words thanks to thin walls and their loud voices. You truly saw Wooyoung as a friend, and it hurt to hear how he felt about you.

"How can you date someone who is so boring, you can do so much better."

"I'm starting to think I could get some much better friends instead."

Hyunjin

° His best friend has a humongous crush on him for years, and thought she could finally get him. Until you came along and stole his heart, this caused fury to infect her bloodstream and needs of destroying you.

° Hyunjin was friends with her, but never saw her as a best friend and had much closer friendships. All of the closer friends adored you, you even became best friends with Seungmin after one hang out.

° This is why it came off much more suspicious to Hyunjin when she all of a sudden accused you of beating her up the day prior. Hyunjin knew you wouldn't hurt a fly, so why was she lying to him?

° He was about to ask why, when you opened the door to the Stray Kids dorms. She noticed your entrance and launched herself onto Hyunjin. He pushed her off and wiped his lips profusely.

° Now knowing the reason behind her lies, he demanded her to leave. Not giving a single care about their now ruined friendship. His tone was harsh and furious, clearly unimpressed with her actions.

"But Jinnie, you know you love me more. Y/n doesn't deserve you."

"I never liked you like that, now leave before I make you."

Han

° You didn't know how loyal Jisung was to his friends until you hung around them, he'd sometimes completely ditch you just to hang out with them. This made you feel irritated naturally.

° When you snapped at Felix, all of them looked at you with an unimpressed face. Your own boyfriend clueless as to why you snapped at his friend who kept stealing him from you.

° The drive home with Jisung was silent, tension filling the empty car. You had a suspicion that your relationship was on its last string and you just ran at it with scissors, this terrified you.

° Once you walked into your apartment and sat on the couch, you braced yourself for the words that were about to leave Jisung's lips. Knowing they were going to be the last ones from his that you'll ever hear.

° He stood at the door way with a sad look in his eyes, explaining to you that it isn't your fault it is his. Before expressing many apologies, just to end with 'we're over'. Just like that, he gave up on your relationship.

"Just say it Jisung, just get it over with."

"I'm sorry y/n, but I'm breaking up with you."

Felix

° You were visiting Felix's family for the holidays, getting to know his friends and family. One of his childhood friends gave you bad vibes, constantly catching his eyes on you even though you were Felix's.

° You tried to ignore his antics for a couple days, but then he tried to get physical. He pinched your hum while waiting in line. Causing you to yelp and jump away from the creepy man claiming to be Felix's friend.

° The same night you asked Felix about the man, finding out Felix didn't even consider him a friend. Only ever sharing a couple of classes with him, he soon followed up with the question you dreaded "why?".

° The moment you explained the events, you were embraced into your boyfriend's safe arms. Sighing in discomfort as he scowled at nothing, wishing that nothing was the man who made you uncomfortable.

° the next day the man tried to visit you at your hotel room, only to be answered by Felix who immediately turned sour the moment he saw him. Before the man could speak, Felix flipped him off and shut the door.

"Babe who was it?"

"No one important, just some weirdo."

Seungmin

° You shared the same classes with Jeongin all throughout your school years. And both of you despised each other, a competition always brewing between the two of you no matter the subject.

° You hoped to never see his face again after you graduated, but your hopes were crushed when your boyfriend Seungmin introduced you to his best friend... Yang Jeongin. Both of you just stood there in complete shock.

° Seungmin thought their was a history with you two, assuming it was romantically since neither of you ever mentioned each other to him. You could cut the tension with a butter knife, which made Seungmin feel hurt.

° He pulled you aside and asked you if you and Jeongin dated in the past, making you silently gag in your mouth at the thought. Sure you had a crush on him in middle school, but it ended quickly after.

° Jeongin overheard the conversation, jumping out from the corner with a very disgusted face. Letting out small ew noises at the thought of you two dating. Seungmin was half ways relieved at the truth.

"Ew Ew Ew, why would you think that? *shivers*."

"I thought the tension was romantically not from high school feuding."

Jeongin

° Your ex Hyunjin was Jeongin's best friend, which made for a very awkward meeting when Jeongin had no clue about your dating history. Both you and Hyunjin cheated on each other, and never really buried the hatchet.

° Both you and Hyunjin tired to stay calm and act normal for Jeongin's sake. But it was clear just how awkward and uncomfortable the two of you seemed to be, especially since neither of you talked to each other.

° Hyunjin was worried you'd break his friend's heart while you were worried Hyunjin would just drag Jeongin into trouble and cause some serious trust issues. Neither of you trusting each other one bit.

° Jeongin say both of you down after an hour of awkward silence, demanding one of you to tell the truth on why you are acting so odd around one another. Slightly concerned for the possibility of a blossoming crush.

° both you and Hyunjin revealed your sides of the story to Jeongin, your heart cracking slightly at the hurt look in his eyes. He wasn't going to leave either of you, but it did hurt knowing you both hid this from him.

#stray kids #kpop #skz scenarios #stray kids reactions #changbin #han jisung #hyunjin #jeongin #lee know #skz x reader #skz fluff #bang chan #skz felix #skz seungmin #skz requests #skz reactions

[crackheadgeminibby]

pardon my french

pairing: chris evans x black!reader

warnings: age gap, fluff, language, tiny bit of angst if you squint

word count: 1.5k

a/n: enjoy this purely self-indulgent piece of fluff i wrote, also i'm pretty sure i put the meaning of all the french sentences explicitly or implicitly but i may have missed some so lemme know if i did!!

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“Tu te fous de ma gueule?! Ugh, va te faire enculer, Gabriel!”

You slam your phone on the counter and squeeze your eyes shut while leaning over the sink. You’re taking deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down when you feel large, warm hands on your hips and soft lips on your neck. Chris leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to your ear before whispering, “Baby… You know it gets me all hot and bothered when you speak French.”

You chuckle softly while shaking your head before answering, “Seriously, Chris?”

You turn around in his arms, putting your hands around his neck before continuing, “I was literally just telling someone to go fuck themselves.”

Chris’ face contorts in confusion, “What? Who?”

You sigh, your anger rising again, as you answer, “My sister’s piece of shit ex-husband. He’s suing her for the children’s custody, and he called to rub it in my face that he hired Max to be his lawyer.”

You see that Chris is trying to associate the name with the grievance: yeah, you didn’t make a lot of friends but that’s the price of being a lawyer.

You chuckle as Chris is still trying to figure out who you’re talking about.

“Max is my ex-partner. You know the one that tried to poach all of my big clients before leaving the firm.”

“Ohh, yeah.” Chris nods his head in acknowledgement before scrunching his face in disgust, “He’s an asshole.”

You smile, gently playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, “Yeah, well, birds of a feather flock together, right?”

Chris nods slightly before leaning in your hand that’s playing in his hair.

“So, did you have anything to tell me, or did you just want me to play with your hair?”, you smirk.

Chris opens his eyes before smiling a bit and rolling his eyes, “Yeah. I want you to teach me French.”

You furrow your brows in confusion at Chris’ statement.

“We’ve been together for like a year… Why do you suddenly want to learn French?”

You see a slight blush making its way from Chris’ chest up to his face and tilt your head in confusion before he answers softly,

“It’s hot… And if I want to make a good impression on your extended family at Christmas, I can’t just show up not knowing any French. Plus, I can show off that my girlfriend’s a great teacher in front of my family.”

“Hmm… Questionable reasons”, you chuckle softly “But sure, let’s do it.”

Chris beams at you before asking, “Okay, well where do we start?”

You think a bit before saying, “How about we do like 20 minutes a day where I teach you a bunch of words and then you have to try to use them in sentences?”

Chris reflects on your suggestion before nodding, “Sounds good.”

You smile and point at the black saucepan on the oven next to you, “Now, this is a casserole. Since it’s a feminine noun, you say une casserole.”

Chris thinks before trying to repeat after you.

two months later

You park the car in front of your parents’ house, seeing the cars of almost all the members of both your families up and down the street. You turn off the car before turning to Chris.

“Are you ready?”

Chris smiles at you and answers, “Oui.”

You smile softly, feeling your heart swell with pride before you get out of the car and make your way to the front door.

You open the door and take off your coats and boots before making your way to the animated living room.

As soon as you see Chris’ family interacting with yours as if they have known each other forever, you smile from ear to ear before saying, “Hi, everybody!”

Members from both your families get up to greet you. After everyone has asked the usual “How are you? How’s the job?” questions, you sit down on the arm of the loveseat where Chris is sitting. Chris squeezes your hand, and you look down at him: he was ready to show off his knowledge.

You smile encouragingly at him and mouth “You can do this.”

Chris nods before getting up, a bottle of wine in his hand, “Bonjour tout le monde. Nous avons… emporté du vin.”

You feel heat rising to your face as you see a smile growing on your dad’s face.

“Well, look who’s been practicing his French. Donc, vous avez emporté du vin?”

Chris immediately gets red and turns towards you, sending you a panicked look. You get up and put a comforting hand on Chris’ arm before saying, “On a apporté du vin…”

You turn towards your dad and frown at him, “Papa, arrête, il est déjà assez stressé.”

Your dad puts his hands up in surrender, “Sorry, I was just joking.”

Chris looks at you, confusion clear on his face.

“When you say emporté, it means you took something from somewhere and you’re keeping it but if you say apporté, it means that you bring something from somewhere and you’re leaving it there.”

Chris looks at you, getting even redder than he was before, and puts the wine bottle on the coffee table, sitting back down on the armrest. Conversation picks up again in the living room and you sit down next to Chris. He crosses his arms across his chest, looking at his feet. You bite your bottom lip softly, before putting your hand on Chris’ back.

“Hey, you okay?”

Chris looks at you, still slightly red, as he nods softly and responds, “Yeah… I’m just embarrassed, I thought I was actually learning.”

You feel bad for Chris and stroke his back before replying, “You are learning, Chris, you’re doing great actually. French is just a really hard language to master. And my dad was just trying to be funny, don’t take him too seriously.”

Chris nervously bites his bottom lip before saying, “I thought your dad liked me?”

“Oh Chris… He does, I promise. He just likes to be a little mean to guys I like… You know, to like test them or whatever.”

Chris looks at you sadly and nods softly.

You sigh as you run your hand through his hair, trying to help him get more comfortable.

Multiple hours and quite a bit of alcohol later, everyone was heading to bed. As time passed, Chris had gotten more comfortable and had even started to talk French again, feeling less self-conscious thanks to the alcohol.

You were now in your childhood bedroom, getting on the bed as Chris was brushing his teeth. He gets out of the bathroom and gets some pants from his luggage before getting changed. You look at Chris getting changed and bite your bottom lip as he’s pulling his pants on. He turns around and sees you looking at him. He walks slowly towards the bed and leans towards you, whispering, “Like what you see?”

You smirk at him and nod slowly, “Very much so.”

Chris cages you between his arms and kisses you softly. He strokes your cheek with one of his hands while deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue in your mouth. His other hand makes its way downwards, sliding under your sleepshirt and caressing your hips.

Chris kisses your cheek before leaning towards your ear and whispering, “Pardon my French but voulez-vous couchez avec moi?”

You laugh loudly before saying, “Seriously, Chris? Lady Marmalade?”

He smiles, shrugging his shoulders, before replying, “I listened to a bunch of songs on your phone.”

You grin at Chris and put a hand on his cheek and say, “First of all, I’m so proud of you for learning French, Chris, I know it’s super hard.”

Chris blushes slightly and smiles shyly, looking to the side.

You continue, “Second of all, no, I’m not having sex with you while my parents are sleeping in the room right next to us.”

Chris pouts and whines at you, “Baby, please…”

You roll your eyes at his childish demeanor, “How about this? If you behave tonight, I’ll tell my mom that we’re gonna decorate the house while everyone’s running the Christmas Day errands and I’ll let you do whatever you want.”

Chris’ eyes glint mischievously, and he smiles asking, “Anything at all?”

You smirk slightly back at him and reply, “Anything.”

“Well, seems like the choice here is pretty clear. Good night, baby.”

Chris lays down next to you and wraps his arms around you before kissing your shoulder, “Je t’aime.”

You feel like a schoolgirl with a crush as your heart skips a beat and heat rushes to your face.

You turn towards Chris and kiss him softly before responding, “Je t’aime plus.”

You turn back towards the window, laying your head on the pillow and intertwine your fingers with Chris’, still feeling butterflies in your stomach.

As you slip into slumber, you think about how there was just something so deeply endearing and attractive about hearing Chris telling you he loved you in your native language.

#chris evans #chris evans x black!reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans fanfic #chris evans x black reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x woc #chris evans fanfictions #chris evans fanfics

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Could you do a Kaz x reader where the reader have to "cheat on him" (not in relationship but like she goes to another gang) because someone's threatening her and when he discovers she was just trying to protect him and the gang she dies

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for a request, I've been wanting to write some angst for a really long time! I hope it is as hurtful as you wished, enjoy xx

TW: angst, blood, killing

kaz brekker x reader

Your hands were sweaty and shaking. You crossed your arms on your chest in order to hide that. You didn’t like being threatened, especially by some amateurs. But it wasn’t a threat against you, it was against your family in Novyi Ziem. You had to use your whole will power to not kill them right there and then.

“Why do you think I’d do anything you want me to?” you asked snapping your gaze between a woman and a man in front of you. “You don’t know anything about me and my family you assume I have.”

“Oh, y/n, but we know everything. For instance, your little brother is playing as we talking on your vast field, your parents are watching him with so much love in their eyes,” woman with blonde hair spoke first, describing the scene so vividly that you almost showed an emotion on your face. “maybe they have already forgotten about you? Maybe your mother is pregnant so they could fill a blank you left in their home.”

“Shut up, you think you’re so smart, aren’t you?” you snapped, face blank and mind filling with memories from times when you were as young as your brother was then, playing on the exact same field. “I will never betray Kaz, and you should know that.”

“Oh sweetie,” the guy beside walked closer to you, you made a step, in order to make some distance between you and them. “we’re not asking you to betray him, we’re asking you to leave this silly gang and join us, Pekka Rollins would be really happy if you did.”

“You two are much denser than I thought, if you think I want to make him happy.”

“You don’t have a choice.” Blonde said, making you shiver. “We have someone who would be pleased to kill this little family of yours. I don’t think you want them dead, even though they think you are, in fact, dead.”

You started to think about that. Crows were your friends and you love them. Inej and Nina always found various ways to make you cheerful when your day wasn’t the best, Jesper taught you how to use a pistol and flirted with you like his life depended on it. Wylan was like a sun in rainy days, even if you loved them, you also loved this boy and his stupid jokes. Matthias was funny to tease, he always was saying how awful you and the girls were, but you could also see this little twitch of his lip corner when he tried to suppress his laugh. And there was Kaz, your beginning wasn’t the pleasant one, you nearly killed him when you saw him for the first time, and in revenge he left you in the Barrel for the whole night, all alone. But after that, you started falling for him, and you fell hard. You couldn’t exactly point out when that happened, but you were sure you’d anything to save him from himself. He had tough personality, he cared only for money and how he could invest it to get the whole city only for himself. But he let you do that with him, barley sleeping and when you did it was in the same bed. Arm-length gap but you always were less exhausted than when you were sleeping in your own bed. You loved him and the rest of the Crows, but you loved your family more. And you knew what you had to do.

“Bitch.” You murmured. “Fine, whatever. Just stay the hell out of my family. And the gang.”

“We knew you’d make a right decision. Pekka will send money to Per Haskell in order to buy your contract. You won’t regret that.”

“I already do.”

After that day, you were about to start living with your new gang, family, like Pekka had said to you the previous day, he’d also told you to not worry about your parents and brother, that they were safe as long as you were working with him, willingly.

You wouldn’t call this willingly, but you guessed it was enough to prevent your family from any harm coming from Pekka and his stupid gang. You hated being here, you missed the Crow Club, late night talks with Inej and Nina, and helping Kaz with buying new ships. You wanted nothing more than to escape, but you couldn’t. Kaz and Crows could fight and kill, whereas your family was vulnerable, they couldn’t even hurt a fly. You spent the whole evening in your empty room. Window with grids making you shiver, you felt like a prisoner you were.

“We have a job for you.” The blonde girl who captured you came in, like it was her cell, not yours. “Behave and perhaps we’ll get rid of those grids.”

You wanted to punch her, you didn’t even know her name, it wasn’t even relevant, your hand was itching. You took a long, calming breath and looked at her, frowning. “I thought it was another week until you’d trust me enough to even open my window.”

“You’ve been here for two weeks. Plans have changed, we need you right now, so cut the attitude and come with me.”

You rolled your eyes and went after her, going up the stairs and leaving the place Pekka’s gang lived. You took another deep breath, smelling the awful scent of Ketterdam, smoke and money as Kaz used to say. Gods, you missed him.

“Where are we going?” you asked, falling into step with the girl, there were only the two of you, you assumed the rest will be somewhere where you were going. “What’s the job?”

“Can’t you just shut up? You’ll know when we’re there.”

You really wanted to punch her, still you said nothing, you wouldn’t get anything from her. It was dark on the city’s streets, buildings high enough to cover the moon, didn’t let its shine to light up the roads. You were annoyed and cold, your hair was swaying with the wind, goose bumps poking on your skin.

“Here.” Blonde said, handing you a pistol. “If you kill someone from ours, you’re dead before you take your last breath.”

You rolled your eyes, hiding your gun into the pocket of a coat you had. The metal was cold, making your hands even colder than they were before. Now when you had a real gun, not only your knife, perhaps you’d be able to escape. But where would you go? You were sure Kaz knew where you were, perhaps thinking you betrayed him, that thought only made you feel guilty in your guts, he trusted you and you chose people who you hadn’t seen for years over him. You had to escape, the cost didn’t matter.

When you came to the place, you saw a guy from Pekka’s gang and Kaz. Both of them were talking, but members of both groups had their guns or blades taken out. The Dirtyhands had his black coat, and his walking stick, as always. Jesper also was beside him, hands on his gun belt, ready to take them out and fire. You were more than sure that Inej was also there, somewhere on the roof or in the shadows, waiting and prepared to fight.

“We have men everywhere, two on roofs, one behind the bridge. All of them have guns pointed on you and your previous friends. I hope you know what that means.” The girl said, eyeing you. You only nodded, worrying too much about the Crows to even snap at her. “Good, now go and wait for a signal.”

You did as you were told, you hid somewhere behind a building, trying to recall every piece of information you gathered while snooping on guards or using the fact that they didn’t always close your doors. You had to find someone and tell them, you couldn’t waste any more time.

You poked your head out, searching for Matthias or Wylan. You doubted Nina would be here, since she was still working in the pleasure house. You were sure Wylan was there with his explosion ready to, well, explode. You cursed under your breath, when you couldn’t spot any of them, panic getting out of you with frustration. Someone from the Dime Lions would notice you’re not somewhere where they could spot you.

You crossed the narrow lane, as you noticed Matthias, you whistled hoping he would look into your direction. He turned his head and spotted you, anger on his face visible even in the dark. You cringed, knowing you’d get beaten up.

“You’ve got some nerve,” He said, his voice low. “after you started working with them, you have the audacity to come here.”

“Listen, I didn’t have a choice,” your voice so close to start begging him for forgiveness. “It was about my family.”

He looked at you wordlessly, confusion painting his face. Of course, he didn’t know you had a family, why would he. After a second, the ire came again. “You’re lying.”

“I'm not, I want to help you.”

“Oh, so now you did that to help us?”

“Matthias, I’m begging you, just let me tell you what I learnt.” You pleaded, your voice small. “Pekka wants to kill you as you’re standing, he has those new guns that can shoot you from really long distance.”

“What?” he looked alarmed, “We have to tell Kaz. Come.”

You let out a breath, it wasn’t the best look he sent you, but at least he didn’t leave you here. You told him everything you knew, he listened but his face still didn’t have pleasant expression.

You took out your gun, making your way behind the dumpster, hiding in shadows. You tried to calm your nerves, but the adrenaline had already kicked in. Matthias and you startled when you heard a shot, then another. You sent yourselves a knowing look, taking a step closer to the place where Kaz and the other guy were talking. Jesper had his guns out and Kaz was looking at the boy in front of him with disgust. You saw one of the Dregs were bleeding, you lifted your gun, targeting the closest one from the Dime Lions and fired. The bullet hit the girl in her stomach, making her stumble and fall to the ground. You hid yourself behind the wall and waited. Matthias sent you a look and you only lifted your arms, not knowing what to said.

After that, guns started firing, screams were everywhere. You saw the blonde girl that came here with you, standing with her pistol, aiming Kaz. You shot without looking, trying to hit her in an arm, you heard her scream and saw how the gun was laying on a ground. You looked up and saw that Kaz was looking at you, his face blank and unreadable. Jesper beside him, shooting people and screaming at Wylan to explode. The sound of explosion came from the roof, exactly where members of Lions were, you let out a shaky breath and made a step into the fight. Matthias fighting with his fists, slowly making his way toward Kaz, you tried to help him clear the path by shooting few people either in their heads or legs.

Your hands were tired, your head pounding but you were fighting hard, you had to make this in order to confess Kaz the whole truth. When you were close to him, he locked his eyes into yours.

“We have to talk.” You told him, lowering your tone. “Please.”

“This is not the best time to talk, y/n” the way he said your name made you shivered. It wasn’t an intimate way, it was with so much poison in only one word. “Why aren’t you fighting with your new gang?”

“Kaz, please, I’m trying to help.” You voiced, your eyes burning with sweat that slowly dripped from your forehead.

“Whatever.” He smacked an opponent with his cane, you only heard the sound of cracked bone and a loud thud when the enemy fell to the ground.

You two were fighting as you had before Pekka came into your life. Kaz understood you without any words, knew exactly where he should cover you because you couldn’t. Your movements were precise, keeping people away from Kaz’s vulnerable leg. You were fighting in a harmony, you kept your focus on people you had to kill, you shot them without any hesitation. When your bullets ended, you took out your knife and started stabbing everyone who wanted to stab you.

“I– “you paused, feeling a pain in your abdomen. You looked at Kaz, but he was looking at your lower stomach, you placed your gaze there and you saw blood. A lot of blood, then you felt pain, you stumbled, but Kaz placed his hand on your waist, slowly letting you fall on the ground. Your whole stomach was on fire, slowly burning you with its flame.

“Don’t you even dare dying here, messing my coat with your blood” he said, caressing your cheek. You chuckled, tasting blood on your tongue. “Don’t even think about it, y/n.”

“I’m–, please forgive me, Kaz” you murmured, hoped your words were understandable. “I was trying to save my family, but you’re my family too.”

“Y/n, I forgive you, but I’m begging you, don’t close your eyes” his voice filled with regret, eyes burning with anger, but you knew it wasn’t toward you. “Keep your eyes open.” He yelled at someone, but you couldn’t understand either it was Jesper or Matthias.

“Tell them I love them” you started to give up, your eyelids slowly closing. “I love you, Kaz Brekker.”

“Y/n, please don’t leave me” he tried to keep his voice from cracking, but he failed.

But you didn’t hear that, you had your eyes closed, hand that was laying on your stomach, now laying on the ground. He carefully removed his arm and got up. He spotted a blonde girl, smirking and looking at him, she slowly lifted her pistol, mockingly swaying it. She winked at him and still with a smirk, she left. Kaz made a promise he would kill her, he would do it for him. And for you.

#angst fic #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker #kaz brekker one shot #soc inej #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #shadow and bone #six of crows #grishaverse #nina zenik #helnik #crooked kingdom #soc fanfic #kaz #nina #inej #jesper #soc #matthias helvar #wylan van eck #soc wylan #wylan van sunshine

[necros-writing-stuff]

Ouh that LIs as siblings is interesting but what if its more 👉👌 ehe

We all knew I'd do this even if I wasn't asked lmaoooo.

NSFW below (tw for incest)

Alex

The most okay with diddling their sibling.

Introduces it gradually to you, getting you comfy with being touched.

Will try their best to hide it from everyone else, as much as they believe they aren't doing anything wrong. They know other do think it's wrong and don't want to be separated from you.

Ecstatic when you're just as eager to be with them.

Sneaking into each other's rooms at night, and then coming to visit them at the farm.

Likes being alone on the farm with you - Alex can be as loud as they like now!

Your duty as their lover is to get them off and make them happy, don't forget that.

Avery

Emphasises to you that your secret should never get out.

Avery would be ruined!

You may visit Avery's home. Only there can you be intimate, and only when the maids aren't in.

So paranoid that you'll be found out that you can't come to their hotel rooms, and you rarely touch each other in public events.

Most people think Avery despises you, to be honest.

If needed, ensures there's birth control being used.

Prefers to do anal anyways, but just in case.

Black Wolf

Does the rest of the pack care?

BW doesn't give a shit. They're the alpha. If they want to mate with their litter-mate they can and will.

Is wary about the possibility of having children. Animal instincts in them tell them that could be a bad thing.

Still, they love your hands on them - your mouth teasing them.

Doesn't really want to give that up.

Eden

Feels the utmost guilt about it at first.

It's not real, they don't feel that for you, it's just the loneliness.

Only for you to crawl in their lap and start kissing them one night, and their sense of control breaks.

You're out here in the woods, no one will know.

Eden can use you as much as they like, you're giving them permission to do so.

It's not like you have any more family around to judge you for it.

Okay with having a child. Again, not like anyone would know. They can use you for all of their fantasies.

Great Hawk

One of the most reluctant to fuck their sibling, I feel.

Would have to be really convinced about it.

About how you've always been close, ever since you hatched! No one else would be more perfect!

You know each other perfectly. Know how to preen, how to sing, how to fly I'm perfect harmony.

GH will eventually give into their urges, and take you as their lovely spouse. They're the great terror after all. Who can tell them what to do?

Kylar

Jealous of your friends.

Will stand outside your room if you have people over and bug you until you tell them to leave and come play with Kylar.

Has a big thing for stealing your underwear and using it to get off.

Wears your clothes. If you're taller than them, they love how it makes them feel safe to be engulfed by your clothes and scent.

Wants to go down on you as much as you'll let them.

Birth control will be needed if you don't want a baby with Kylar.

Needs to be reminded about how taboo this all is. Constantly. Because they're always on the verge of shouting their love from the rooftops.

Robin

Ashamed and guilty.

Doesn't want to feel this way for you! It's wrong!

Justifies that it's because you're their last family member, so they're misplacing emotions.

Eventually breaks down crying about it and tells you the truth, intent on putting space between you - surely you must be disgusted.

Conflicted that you return said feelings.

Will never be fully okay with it.

Sydney

Pure Sydney is similar to Robin. Only they'll blame it on you treating them normally, being a place of rest.

Corrupt Sydney would be like Alex.

Gets a rush in sneaking around behind Sirris' back.

If you're both initiates and can have access to the prayer room, then that's just as good.

You're both still virgins! No one will ever find out!

Wants kids, but is aware of what could go wrong with incest-made babies. Highly conflicted, and for now uses birth control if needed.

Good at acting normally in public, but may have some inside jokes that make you blush.

Whitney

Bastard acts like they want to be caught!

And it's Whitney, so they might.

Is the one who iniated everything.

You're the only one that doesn't treat them like they're useless.

Guilt trips you into doing whatever they say.

Whitney would feel so sad if you don't help them get off, you have to be a nice sibling and help, don't you?

You love Whitney, right? Of course you do.

Uses their hands to get you off at the dinner table with everyone around. Like seeing you try to keep composure.

No one is allowed to bully you at school.

#degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity alex #degrees of lewdity avery #degrees of lewdity black wolf #degrees of lewdity eden #degrees of lewdity great hawk #degrees of lewdity kylar #degrees of lewdity robin #degrees of lewdity sydney #degrees of lewdity whitney #tw inc*st

[everlesslahote1]

‘So Your like Harry Potter?’ (Paul Lahote) -Request

Hello! Can I make a request? Something like Paul's imprinting is a witch and never told him because she was afraid the pack would hate her like they hate vampires? Happy new year and feel free to not write this one If you don't feel comfortable! Thank you ^^

-I’ll try, Thank you❤.

I hope you like it.

Paul Lahote x Fem!Reader 

(warning: none)

Y/E/C = Your eye color

Enjoy!

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“We could watch some movies” Y/N called out as she hung upside down in Emily’s living room while the rest of the pack were either on the floor or in chairs.

It was a Sunday and everything was clear in the woods, not a leech other than the normal one’s so Sam gave the pack a off day from patrol.

With only one problem... they were bored.

Jacob was with Nessi while Sam and Emily went to visit some of Emily’s family across town.

“Nah” she heard most of them mumble from their places around the room.

“I’m tired of movies” Jared said as he laid his head on Embry’s shoulder making him push it off while everyone agreed with him.

Y/N flipped the right way up now running out of ideas and looked at her boyfriend who was at the other end of the couch dosing off.

“Paul...” she whined and put her head back.

He took a deep breath and opened his eyes to look at her beady y/e/c one’s, he smiled a little seeing the fake stress she was under before leaning on his hand.

He only smiled because this is the longest he ever saw his small rambunctious imprint sit still, ever.

No matter if it was her climbing the stair rail...she was ANYWAYS moving.

Its like she had around the clock jitters.

Of course Paul quickly adapted to his lovers personality because if he was being honest, it only made the love he had for her stronger.

Though he couldn’t argue with the fact that she tired the 6′8 foot wolf out on most times.

She wasn’t like Emily or Kim, she was the smallest other then Claire and she always wanted to fight with the boys. 

Y/N was known for getting a good laugh out of annoying the pack and they couldn’t do anything about it for two simple reasons.

One, because of the rule “no wolf may harm the imprintee of a fellow pack member” stand’s tall and Two, Paul would kill them dead if they so much as leave a scratch on Y/N.

Seeing she wasn’t getting anywhere with her imprinter she groaned loudly which caught Quil by surprise making him fall out the chair he was in.

Everyone looked up with wide eyes as Quil slowly got up rubbing his hind quarters and glaring at the small girl.

“Jeez Y/N, I think you broke Quil” Jared said chuckling making Quil throw the closest pillow he could grab at him.

Y/N rolled her eyes and stood up making her way to the back yard.

“Where smalls going?” she heard one of them ask on her way out.

Y/N plopped down in grass and stared at the sky trying to think of anything to do a this point.

She sat up and looked behind her to see if any of the boys were on their way out but saw the coast was clear.

She took a deep breath before remembering the words to one of the first spells her late mother taught her when she was a child.

“crescere” She said making a rose start to grow out of the spot of ground she was next to.

Y/N mother was a coven leader to witches in the south, she was kind, fair, loving, everything a leader was but she was a mother first.

When Y/N mother was pregnant with her she fought hard to keep peace with the wolves and vampires in the area they lived in.

Peace was a common factor between the three supernatural species.

When Y/N was six years old that all soon changed when the vampires wanted all of the land and the witches and wolves refused to give up what was theirs.

Not much longer the red eyed monster’s forced a attacked on the wolves when they least expected it.

Killing them all in a blink of an eye.

Y/N’s mother knew her coven was next on the leeches list but refused to bow, Y/N would say that her mother’s pride costed her a lot but if it didn’t she wouldn’t have everything with Paul.

As the vampires moved in on the witches, killing every witch they could get their hands on but not before Y/N’s mother put a cloaking on her so she could make her escape.

Six year old Y/N ran fast and hard from her home land as she heard her mother’s screams for mercy.

She soon found her self in Minnesota where she was raised in a foster home, it was there when she stopped using her magic.

 When Y/N was 17 she ran away from her abusive foster home and made a 23 year old friend by the name, Avery Carson who was on vacation to the small city.

Avery soon had to go back to La Push with her family and didn’t want leave Y/N behind, the 17 year old cried and begged the girl to take her with her and even explained why she couldn’t stay.

Y/N knew that if she didn’t leave then and there she would be found and forced back into her foster home only to be beaten and spat at again.

She didn’t want to go back to that horrible place, ever. 

Avery gave in and flew back to La Push with the soon to be legal girl on her side, she even took it as far to put her in school on the rez.

It was then she met and was imprinted on by the well known hot headed wolf, Paul Lahote.

People told the girl Paul was no good for her pure soul and let to her ‘simple crush’ go, not knowing that she found her soulmate.

Y/N thought Paul was over looking her but in all honesty the large boy was just scared to approach the small figured girl.

She would sit in the room that Avery gave her so she would have a place to stay just thinking about the tan boy.

How at lunch he would stare then after she would look back or try to hold eye contact he would quickly look back to his friends and act like he wasn’t paying attention.

After awhile the pack took notice to the odd silence their friend was giving then soon grew tired of Paul always thinking about the new girl on patrols but not acting on it.

So his bestfriend Jared and pack brother Quil gave him the push he needed to at least hold a conversation with Y/N, literally.

As Y/N was walking past the group of boys Jared and Quil pushed Paul into her, just as she was about to fall back on her butt Paul grabbed a hold of her belt loops pulling his warm body to hers.

It was then they became friends and later became something more.

Eight months into knowing Paul and his group of friends that everyone thought was a ‘gang’, he told her what he really was and what made him go into shock the young girl simply replied with....

‘I kinda figured’ 

Now a year later she was like the littlest wolf and a little sister to the pack but she never told anyone of her powers.

Not even Emily, Kim Or Avery.

She repeated her act of making the roses grow out the ground before she heard Embry’s voice speak.

“OH MY GOD!” he shouted as he ran back in the house yelling for Paul.

Y/n shot up off her spot in the grass and tried to catch the boy but it was no uses, his wolf speed was much greater then her little legs.

He was already in front of a slightly panicked Paul trying to explain what he saw his pack sister do with her bear hands.

“S-she just said it a-and i-it came up and- SHE’S A DAMN WITCH!” he said stumbling over his words.

“Okay Embry do it with me, deep breath in” Quil said taking a deep breath which Embry followed and then they both let it out.

“now what the hell happened-”

“she-”

“SLOWLY!” everyone shouted at him.

Y/N just laid her forehead on the door frame as she listened to one of her bestfriends freak out bout what she did.

“-and I ran in here” Embry said finishing and turn his head to Y/n who smiled nervously and waved at the boys.

Paul looked at Y/N as she started to turn red in the face, she knew not to lie about anything because she couldn’t keep up with lies and soon get caught in them.

Plus she knew Paul would know when she’s lying because he knew HER like the back of his hand.

“come” Paul said to his imprint.

Paul wasn’t mad or anything he is however disappointed his little ball of energy didn’t tell him about her powers sooner.

Y/N slowly made her way over to Paul so tear brimmed her eye’s, she was scared.

Scared of what her only reason of living would say, she couldn’t live without him or bare the thought of him hating her because she wasn’t fully human. 

“Look at me mama” Paul said as he saw a tear slip from her eye.

She tilted her head back to look at the tall boy in front of her and she saw no change in the way he looked at her.

Y/N thought he would look at her in pure disgust or anything of that nature but he didn’t, he still looked at the small girl with love in his eye’s.

“This true?”

“yes... b-but I didn’t want you guys to h-hate me l-like the leeches so I hid it and now-”

“woah woah woah” Quil said waving his hands to slow his little friend and reminding her to breathe.

“that’s what your scared of? that we’ll hate you because your not human?” Jared asked.

She nodded trying to stop the tears from coming but they wouldn’t stop.

“we don’t hate you smalls ,we never would” Embry said said with a little small to calm the girl.

“We love you” Paul said making her put her head down. 

He grabbed her chin gently making her look back up at him and planted a small kiss on her lips.

“I love you Y/n” he said.

The young girl looked from her lover to her friends and took a deep breath as she wiped her face.

“okay just so we’re clear you do magic.... So your like Harry Potter?” Jared said making the group laugh.

“umm, I- well, not quite buddy” she smiled and wiped her wet face.

“Group hug!” Embry and Quil yelled as everybody closed in on her and Paul.

They all hugged for a minute before pulling away.

Bonus

“can we see a little something?” Embry asked plopping down on the couch as Paul wrapped his arms around Y/N.

Y/N smirked and with a wave of her hand a pillow hit Jared dead in the face making him look at her and a hurt look.

“Hey!-”

She chucked another pillow at his face before he could say anything else and leaned on Paul as she laughed.

“that’s my girl” Paul said, smiling in her ear making chills go up her spine.

Jared got up and pretended to storm towards Y/N making her squeal and hide behind her lover.

“That’s not fair, you can’t hide behind Paul!” Jared said laughing.

“who says” Paul said.

“we do!”

“who is we, I don’t speak French” Embry said.

“Paul would let Y/N get away with murder because she’s small” Quil said shaking his head as everyone laughed.

Paul just smiled and sat down, pulling Y/n into his lap and kissing her lips sweetly.

“I Love you little witch” He smiled.

“I Love you Wolfie” she giggled.

“OH MY GOD!”

“ugh, gross”

“yeah just do the do with clothes on will ya”

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[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Trust Me -- Part 2

02/06/2021: Wow, uh, wow. This one got me. Almost started crying at the cheesy ending. I will cringe at it in precisely two months from now. Thank you guys SO much for all the positive feedback of PART 1, it really helped me finish this part. Without you guys, this would have been still sitting in my drafts. There's lowkey a bit of pressure in this actually being GOOD, so I'm sitting here with a bit of Imposter SyndromeTM and crossing everything I can cross that you guys like it. I can't tell whether I went overboard or not, though... I guess that's for you guys to tell me lmao.

Also, these commas can be pried from my very cold, extremely dead, fingers.

As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! For the first time in almost ever, I'm a bit very nervous to post this -- I hope you enjoy it!!

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Warnings: Lots of swearing, a bit of graphic violence, implicit mention of sexual assault (I hope it's not a spoiler to say that this does not actually happen, but the idea is used as manipulation. It's not done well, but I'm blaming that on the character being a horrible liar, instead of me sucking at write arseholes), implied character death.

Pairing: Edward Kenway x F!Reader

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The neighbouring ship was chaotic. The opponents were drunk on victory, so slipping through unnoticed was easy. The hard part was going to be staying undercover until you could free Edward and the rest of the crew without anyone falling casualty. “Strip them of their weapons and take them to the brig!” You heard the Quartermaster yell. Thinking quickly, you moved to Edward; if you knew where his weapons were, escaping could be much easier. People were already pulling out his pistols and cutlasses, fortunately dumping them in your arms. Looking around, you pulled away to hide them in an inconspicuous barrel for later.

You weren’t planning on staying long.

Quickly rejoining the group, you took hold of one of your crew members -- you recognised him as one named Jonah -- at the back of the crowd, keeping your face covered lest they accidentally reveal your identity. You kept your eye on Edward’s tense shoulders the entire time, heading below deck and to the rows of cells at the end of the ship.

As you gently pushed Jonah into the cell, someone slammed the door shut, chucking the ring of keys your way. “Lock ‘em up.” Swallowing, you nodded, feeling uncomfortable under their gaze while turning the key in the lock. Taking them out of your hands, a mop and bucket was shoved in its place. “You’re on cleaning duty, starting upstairs; let’s go.” With one last glance, your eyes scoured for Edward before they all disappeared from view.

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Edward

There was this crushing anxiety he just couldn’t shake. It rendered him almost motionless, crouched in the corner of the cell, picking at his sleeves. There was a commotion heading towards them; he was in for company he was not in the mood for.

Heavy footsteps gave away the visitor. “We searched your boat.” His crew parted to clear a view as Charles Marlowe relaxed against the cell bars. “We found your woman.”

Edward’s eyes snapped to Marlowe’s as he clenched his jaw, almost daring him to say more.

With a chuckle and a disgusting grin, he brought out a small knife to clean. “Don’t you want to know where she is?”

“I expect you’d would tell me regardless.”

“I would advise against winding me up, Kenway. I could always take my anger out on her instead.”

It took a second for Edward’s arms to fly through the bars, constricting around Marlowe’s throat. “What have you done with her?”

Although cold metal pressed against his jaw, he didn’t ease up.

“She’s waiting for me very nicely... in my cabin.”

Edward didn’t have to think very hard to infer his meaning.

“I’ll kill you if you touch her. I’ll kill you.” Growling, he held impossibly tighter, for if he was here, he wasn’t there.

“With your actions come consequences, Kenway. And you might not be the one paying for them.”

A dilemma came to mind: delay him to keep him away from you, or risk the consequences of his revenge?

Somewhat luckily, he didn’t need to choose.

Before Edward could comprehend that he loosened his grip, Marlowe slipped out of his grasp. The distraught Captain pressed himself against the bars, anger drenching his expression as he heaved out breaths. His captor laughed. “You’re very good at empty threats, Kenway.”

“It’s not a threat. It’s a promise.” His cold tone streaked through the crew, setting hairs on end. They had never heard their Captain like this before; so angry, so dangerous.

It terrified them.

“That remains to be seen. In the meantime…” With a mocking whistling tune, Marlowe spun on his heels and began to walk away.

“Come back here, bilge rat!” He pulled harshly against the cell door. “Don’t you dare touch her!”

“Then you better stay in line.”

As he disappeared from view, Edward’s emotions overwhelmed him, frustrated tears coming to his eyes. He turned to a solid wall, slamming the side of his fist against it and yelled.

Fear, anger, guilt, and grief echoed around the brig.

Collapsing against the wood, he hid his face in his hands, aiming to either calm himself or hide his inevitable breakdown.

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Y/N

“Finish up downstairs.” Nodding affirmatively, you picked up the mop bucket and eagerly headed beneath deck, having to consciously slow down to avoid suspicion. You were glad you were disguised in the uniform of Marlowe’s crew instead of the rags of the common sailors aboard; it would’ve made the job much harder than it had to be.

Keeping a level head, you walked past the cell holding your family and placed the mop bucket against the wall, scanning the deck.

Empty.

Sighing in relief, you realised that you were alone with your crew at last. As you pulled the covering off of your face, you shushed frantically, the cell almost erupting into cheers. You gestured for them to part, eyeing Edward, almost balled up in the corner of the cell. “Hey, Ed,” you whispered, watching as his head snapped up to you, eyes widening.

Scrambling up, he strode to the bars in a second, reaching through the gaps to hold you. “Thank Christ…” he exhaled in relief, bringing your forehead to his lips between the bars. You pulled away after a few moments, sharing relieved glances. “Are you hurt? Did they do anything to you?” he asked, eyes scanning you for any sign of injuries.

“No, no, I’m okay. Are you alright? Did we lose anyone?”

“I’m... fine; I haven’t done a head count yet.”

You didn’t reply, watching as Jonah came up to tap Edward on the shoulder. “Capt’n?”

He turned around, withdrawing his hands as Ryan came into view. “I can’t find my da’.” His voice was barely stable, cheeks stained with tear tracks. For a second, you both exchanged sorrowful glances.

Edward crouched down, ruffling his hair. “He’ll be around, lad. We just have to find him. Maybe he’s escaped and is planning his own rescue mission for us.”

Ryan nodded, wanting to believe him. Meanwhile, Edward stood and brought Jonah close, leaning to whisper in his ear. He withdrew, a willing but uncertain look on his face. Both retreated back into the small crowd.

“What did you tell him?” you asked.

“...That he has to look after Ryan now.”

You squeezed your eyes shut to stave off tears. “Shit.”

His fingers gently grazed your cheek. “Are you sure you’re alright? Does Marlowe know you’re here?”

Frowning, you shook your head. “I wouldn’t have thought so; if he did, I’d be stuck in there with you.”

His expression was nearly unreadable, but you could sense his anxiety. “I saw him come from here a few moments ago. What was he saying?”

“He…” Pausing for a moment, Edward swallowed. “Just Templar bullshit.”

You scoffed at the notion. “Of course he did. Look, I know how to get out of this.”

“I’ll take anything at this point.” Although his tone was sarcastic, you could tell that for the first time, he didn’t know what to do.

“He needs to die.”

Edward froze, brows narrowing, realising your intention. “No, Y/N, no.”

“‘No’ was an option in Nassau, but we don’t have that choice--”

“No, there must be another way -- “

“There is no other way! This is our only chance--”

“Are you hearing me?! He--”

“Do you understand the situation we’re in?!”

“No, Y/N, please--”

“All it takes is--”

“Just LISTEN to me!” He hissed through gritted teeth, grasping your arm to give it a sharp shake to stop you talking over him. The shock threw you into silence. Lowering his voice, he continued. “If you make so much as one mistake, he won’t just kill you; he’ll make you wish you were dead. Please, please, don’t do this.”

You were stunned. You’ve never seen him so adamant about staying your blade. The desperation in his tone threw you off; you’ve never heard him this serious -- this frantic -- before.

Edward grabbed one of your hands in both of his, bringing your knuckles to rest against his lips. “I love you… with everything I have; I can’t lose you. Not if I can help it,” he murmured, closing his eyes. Your heart broke as you watched a tear escape, trailing down his skin.

“Okay, okay.” You rarely saw Edward cry, and when you did, it was usually due to either drinking or laughing. He took a small, shuddering breath, trying to compose himself.

“We wait for Adé. Then we’ll think about Marlowe.”

“Alright, okay. Hey...” you caressed his jaw. “I’m okay. We’ll be okay. Trust me.”

You heard ruckus above the deck. “Someone’s coming.” Both of you broke away like shrapnel, Edward sitting himself on the floor while you mopped, facing the wall.

And that was how things were.

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A couple of weeks had passed since the crew was abducted from the Jackdaw. Everyone had been forced to labour on the deck, doing various jobs, from scrubbing floors to adjusting sails to everything in between. Adé was nowhere to be seen; whether he was hidden on deck and still strategising, or God forbid, something worse, you didn’t know.

A few didn’t make it.

Keeping your identity hidden was becoming increasingly difficult as time went on, of both being a woman and lover of the imprisoned Captain. You had, however, been able to gather intel of Marlowe from the crew that despised him. Each day further validated your belief that this man would be much better off dead; the crew have no loyalty except out of fear, and you could work with that.

You understood Edward’s fear, but it would be selfish of you to stand back and not do anything, watching as almost everyone on the ship suffered; if you did nothing, you would regret it for the rest of your days.

One particular morning was extremely hot, extremely dry, and extremely labour intensive. You were almost halfway through your journey, and you knew you were running out of time. Something had to happen, and soon, or you would never make it to the end of the year.

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Edward

After the first week, the crew joined the common sailors around the ship, performing average labour over hours. There was barely time to rest, eat, or drink; he could tell that this was wearing him down more than any form of torture.

The sun’s rays beat down on the nape of his neck as midday approached. Orders were to scrub the floor. He had a brush in his hand the size of a polishing brush, sharing a bucket with four other members of his crew. Each time he made eye contact with one of them, he’d give them a reassuring look; they’d all get out of this, he just needed a plan.

Doors were haphazardly flung open, Marlowe revealing himself from his cabin, followed by an entourage of his closest crew. They clumsily made their way across the ship, bumping into those scrubbing the deck, only to send them a look as if it was their fault in the first place.

One of them knocked over a bucket of water, spilling the liquid across the wood. Edward looked up to observe the situation. It belonged to his crew, including Jonah and Ryan. Marlowe stopped, his stare set on the ones kneeling, completely ignoring the real culprit. “You.” He crooked his finger towards Ryan. “Get up.”

With a petrified look on his face, Ryan stumbled to his feet, shaking like a leaf. “It wasn’t--”

Marlowe put his hand up, a warning to shut up. “It was your bucket, was it not?”

“Y-Yes, but--”

“So it was your responsibility, correct?”

“W-Well--”

“It’s a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question, boy.”

“... Yes, sir.”

Marlowe turned to call to his second in command. “Get the cat.”

Edward’s heart stopped. By now, the ship had dropped to complete silence. They wouldn’t… he was only a boy. Marlowe was sadistic, but he wouldn’t be that evil, would he?

Before he could stop himself, Edward found himself standing protectively in front of Ryan. The child gripped onto his sleeve as he was pushed behind his Captain by the arm. “Why don’t you give a punishment to someone who deserves it?”

Marlowe held a neutral expression. “You’re right…” With a wave of his hand, arms snaked themselves around Edward’s, pulling him away from the others, restraining his movements.

Edward’s eyes flitted to Ryan for a split second; he was pulled to sit beside Jonah before he gained any more unwanted attention. Marlowe came to stand in front of him, unpinning his cape from around his shoulders. It fell into someone’s arms, who carried it away. Although his limbs were pulled harshly behind him, he held his head high, a hard expression in his eyes.

Undoing his cuffs, Marlowe smirked. “I believe you deserve twenty, in place of that boy…” Without warning, a fist came into contact with Edward’s sternum. If it weren’t for the arms holding him upright, the force would have sent his knees buckling. As he regained his breath, he glared at Marlowe. “Another twenty is in order for disobedience…” Another strike winded him again, this one seemingly worse than before. Keeled over, hair blocking his vision, he almost didn’t notice Marlowe leaning into his ear. “Then, about as many as I deem fit…”

Standing up straight, he shook out his hand. “Get him ready.”

Edward stumbled as he was half-dragged across the deck to the main mast. His chest and face collided with the post, the wood almost burning his skin. His arms were pulled taut above his head, rope quickly entwining itself around his wrists. He gave them an experimental tug, his heart skipping a beat when he found not even an inch of give.

Oh, fuck.

Hands gripped the back of his shirt, swiftly tearing it open. His muscles tensed as the sunlight hit his skin. Closing his eyes, he steeled himself with a breath.

The first strike licked his skin, the force shoving him against the post, ripping open stripes of flesh. Pain shot across his back. Biting a back a groan, Edward clenched his jaw. Sweat trailed down his temples, arms straining against the ropes.

Resting his forehead against the post, he prepared for the next lash.

But the strike never came.

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Y/N

Ooh, boy.

You were shocked at yourself for a moment, your hand firmly wrapped around Marlowe’s extended wrist, the cat of nine tails trickling Edward’s blood onto the back of your hand.

“I demand satisfaction.”

Gasps and muttering littered the crowd, and you kept to yourself the true realisation of what you’ve done.

You’ve challenged Marlowe to a duel.

“Don’t…” Edward looked over his shoulder, voice loud enough for only you to hear.

You spared him a side glance, urging him to quiet down.

Instead of the expected anger, Marlowe chuckled. “Alright; who demands it?”

You pulled off your face covering and hat, the sun hitting the skin on your face fully for the first time in two weeks. “Naturally, me.”

He hummed darkly, eyes narrowing with recognition. “Naturally.” He began to unsheathe his sword.

“I thought you were a man of tradition; are pistols not your forte?” You raised an eyebrow, challenging him.

After a prolonged glance, metal clicked back into its leather hold. “You really don’t know what you’re getting into, my dear.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“... Let’s get this over with.”

Your heart pounded. This was such a stupid move.

But it was also your only move.

Hiding your own fear, you held eye contact with Marlowe. With trembling fingers, you drew your own pistol, gifted to you by Edward from your last birthday. It was very much your lucky charm, and you hoped it wouldn’t fail you now.

“Ten paces, on my count.” You had no idea who the voice belonged to, nor did you have the current emotional capacity to care. Pulling the hammer down on your pistol, you turned your back to Marlowe. A blank was fired, the echoing shot a signal to start moving.

1…

2…

3...

It was almost deadly quiet.

4…

5…

6…

This was stupid, this was a bad idea. You won’t make it.

7…

8--

An unexpected shot rang out. You dropped to the floor, a pain beginning to blossom in your side.

“NO!”

Marlowe had cheated. Internally, you scoffed. Of course he did.

Although it stung, you were surprised at how bearable the pain was, given you just got shot.

Or did you?

You lay still, partly in shock and partly to plan what to do next.

“What are you all looking at? Get back to work!”

“Y/N? Y/N/N!” You heard Edward’s voice crack. “You cheating bastard!”

“Now, now, Kenway. Don’t forget the position you’re in.”

Floorboards creaked as someone approached. Pistol miraculously still in hand, you waited for as long as possible. Just a little longer....

A shadow shaded your face from the sun. Without thinking, you turned, aimed, and shot.

Marlowe stared back, glassy eyed, blood trickling down his nose.

A moment later, he collapsed.

No one dared to move, choosing to stare at the body in front of them, not quite believing that he was dead.

The monster of a man was dead.

After the adrenaline ebbed away, you sighed heavily. “Glad that’s over.” A hand came into view, offering assistance to stand up. You locked eyes with someone who should have made himself known a long time ago. “Adé!” Accepting the help, you smirked. “Great timing.”

You quickly moved to Edward to begin untying the knots around his wrists. “What the fuck were you thinking?!” he exclaimed, exertion clear in his eyes.

“I’m sorry for worrying you--”

“Worrying me?” One wrist freed, he deftly moved to the other. “When I saw you lying there, I felt as if I had died!”

You sighed. “I needed to do something, lest you became more bone than back.”

“That was the most stupid plan I’ve ever seen in my life.” His hands free, he paid no heed to his own wounds and immediately tried to inspect yours. “You were so irresponsible--”

Bringing his face to yours, you stopped him talking with a kiss.

He diffused immediately, finally processing that you were in front of him, alive, and Marlowe was the one dead on the floor. Melting into you, the tension in his muscles dissipated, replaced only with relief. He broke apart from you, burying his face in your neck, his arms wrapped around you tightly.

“If the plan worked, it couldn’t have been that stupid,” you remarked.

“I’m so sorry.” His words were mumbled into your shoulder.

“You were looking out for me; I would have done the same if the roles were reversed.” You hugged him back, recoiling when he suddenly flinched in pain. “Oh, God, I’m sorry.”

“Shall we just accept each other’s apologies and call it a day?”

You laughed. “That would be good.”

Turning to the hands on deck, you raised your pistol in the air. “It’s over, lads! We can go home!”

You held your side, the pain greatly subsided under the amount of other emotions you were feeling; joy, relief, but also grief. Not for Marlowe, but for the ones that didn’t see this day.

You made a vow there and then; a vow to live your life the way they would have lived.

With joyful, carefree fun.

With the ability to live in the moment.

With gratitude for what you still have that they lost: For some, love, and for others, life.

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[lovelyghostlyharmony]

The vampire diaries- Klaus x abused reader

"You're not seeing him," Klaus stated. "He's just coming to apologize." You mumbled. "Do you really believe that sicko's coming to apologize?!" he shot back. Every year, on your birthday for the last 3 years you had been in the military, your uncle Mark came to visit, your uncle who had been sexually assaulting and beating you for years. He was the last member of your family alive, so you had no one else to tell. It worked like clockwork, that was until a few weeks ago when Klaus caught him in the middle of the act. He was coming to take you to dinner when he found the door locked. You never locked your door, so he knew something was wrong. Kicking it down, his eyes widened in complete shock as he saw what your uncle was doing to you, you silently crying. The shock didn't last long, as the look turned to disgust then pure anger as his eyes glowed. He grabbed the closest thing to him, a metal ruler, and lunged straight at your uncle, who moved, narrowly avoiding a stab to the heart. Screaming, he pulled up his trousers and ran. That was the last you had seen of him. Whenever Klaus tried to bring it up, you changed the subject, and since he knew you weren't going to tell him anything, he kept a closer eye on you.

But when you came to him this year with a smile on your face to tell him he was coming to apologize, he went livid. You were sat in your living room, and Klaus was pacing around in front of you, announcing that you weren't to see him. "Klaus, I'm sure he regrets it, you must have terrified him last time, I know I would have been if I saw you run at me with that look on your face." You chuckled, trying to act like you didn't care when in truth you were terrified. "Are you defending him?" Klaus stopped pacing and glared at you. "No! God no! I'm just saying he probably meant it when he said he was sorry. He just wants to say it in person is all." You reasoned. Klaus sighed, exasperated. He knew you weren't going to listen to him. "Fine, but as long as I'm here when he visits, you're not letting him in. What time does he get here?" he asked. You looked at the time. 11:57. "2:00pm." You said. "Okay, I'm gonna go grab a shower, I'll be back." He said with a slight smile. And then he was gone. Reassured by the fact that he would be here when your uncle came, you let out a small sigh. You had lots of work to do, so you got started. About an hour later, there was a knock at your door. Assuming it was Klaus, you let him in. "Come in," you called. Your eyes widened as you saw it wasn't Klaus. Trying to hide your shock, you spoke. "You're early. By an hour." "Yeah, I figured it couldn't wait, I owe you an apology," he muttered, locking the door without you realizing it, then walking over to the sofa. "Come sit, please." He smiled. Sitting down opposite him, you smiled. You were so happy it was unbelievable. But when his kind smile turned to a sinister grin, you knew your happiness was short-lived. Jumping up, you ran for the door. Stretching your arm out for the handle, you felt big arms grab you roughly around the waist. Too late. You tried helplessly to fight him off, but he was so much bigger and stronger than you. You tried to scream but he clamped his giant hand over your mouth before any sound came out. Walking backward, he finally came to the sofa and sat down, still holding you, so you were on his lap when he did so. You shivered as you felt his erection press into your ass. His hand still tight over your mouth, his free hand wandered under your shirt and onto your breasts. You cringed at his touch and he smirked, proud of himself for getting the best of you. Then his hands made there way down to your pants. You felt him fiddle with the buttons for a moment, then his hands made there way into your panties. You sat there helpless, tears sliding silently down your cheeks. "Hey, (y/n), sorry I took so long," Klaus said, twisting the door knob to find it locked, just like last year. Picturing you, laying there helpless, anger took hold of him, kicking open the door once again, he saw you sat there, on the sicko's lap with one hand over your mouth and the other down your pants. Your eyes widened at the sight of your saviour once again. He was holding to steaming cups of tea, he kept hold of the mugs. You knew what he was thinking and moved as much as you could to the left, it wasn't much, but Klaus had amazing accuracy as an original vampire. Seconds later, the piping hot liquid was flying through the air towards your Uncle. Hitting him in the face, he screamed in agony and threw you to the floor. "What the fuck did you do? You bastard!" he screamed, standing up. Klaus flinched as he heard him shout. Mark launched himself at Klaus, fists swinging. Klaus calmly dodged before grabbing his arm and twisting it before the taller mans back.  He then kicked him behind the knees, and as he fell backwards onto the floor, Levi jumped on top of him making sure to keep his arms pinned under his knees. He started raining blow after blow onto the blonde mans head. Blood spurted from his nose and mouth but Levi wouldn't stop. He kept going until he was unconscious and still showed no signs of stopping. "Klaus." You mumbled from where you were sat on the floor. The sound of your voice instantly knocking him out of his furious trance. He got

off of Mark and ran towards you, embracing you in a tight, safe hug. "I'm so sorry." He whispered over and over again into your hair as your shoulders began to shake. He held you there for God knows how long before you finally spoke. "It's been happening since I was 7." You mumbled. "That was 11 years ago." He said, eyes wide. He slowly pushed you away so he could see your face. "Why didn't you tell anyone?" "I owe him. My parents died when I was 3 and he had been looking after me until I joined the military when I turned 15. He took in me and my little sister and said that when if I did things with him, he would keep my sister safe. My sister's dead but he said I still owed him for looking after me for all those years." You sighed, looking down. "You've been dealing with him for 15 years? How can you always be so happy while hiding something like that? You should have told me! I would have killed him a long time ago." Klaus scowled, glancing over to your uncle, who still lay unconscious Getting up, he offered you his hand. "C'mon." "Where are we going?" you asked, a confused look on your face. "To Elijah's. He needs to know what happened. And he also needs to know that that bastard needs to be put out of his misery if he's not dead that is." he said in a low voice. "Wait! I cant Elijah" you yelled after being dragged out of your office. "Cant tell me what?" Elijah asked, raising an eyebrow as he turned to corner to face you. "If you don't, I will," Klaus said, looking from you to his brother. Moments later, you were sat in a comfy chair in the kitchen. He looked at you with a curious gaze, then looked at Klaus, who seemed to be itching with anger. He raised his eyebrows as noticed how angry he looked. "So, anyone feel like telling me what's going on?" He said, leaning forwards and putting an elbow in his desk. Klaus stopped pacing and looked at you. You looked away. "(y/n)'s--" he began. "Stop." You interrupted. "I'll tell him." Elijah's gaze shifted from Klaus to you. You tried to muster every ounce of courage you had. "To put it simply, my uncle Mark has been raping and beating me for 11 years." You mumbled, trying extremely hard not to burst into tears again. Klaus's face darkened again at the thought of that man with his filthy hands all over you, you unable to do anything. "When did you find out?" Elijah asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Last year. I caught the bastard with his trousers down." He muttered darkly. "And why didn't either of you say anything?" "(y/n) didn't want anyone to know." he sighed. "I thought it would change how everyone saw me." "When she was seven." Klaus spat, clearly disgusted. Elijah understood his feelings. He had always been fond of you, and he enjoyed the fact that the two of you were close. In some ways, he had seen you as a daughter. And to here all of this hurt him more than he cared to admit. They both looked at you, and you looked down again. "What does he look like?" "About 6ft, short blonde hair, brown eyes, broken nose, missing teeth," Klaus answered. "Ah. Where is he?" "In y/n's room. He was unconscious when we left to come here." You piped up. "Lets go then," Elijah said, getting up and heading for the door. About an hour later, Mark finally woke up to see you and the vampires sat on the sofa. "Ah, finally awake are we?" Elijah asked, walking towards him. "Let me introduce myself." He said. "My name is Elijah Mikaleson. I would say nice to meet you, but its hardly that. Let me get straight to the point." He said, hauling Mark to his feet. "This girl is like a daughter to me," He smiled and pulled you into his side. "If you ever hurt her again, I will cut you into little slices, starting off with your toes and making my way up until I get to your head, and then personally feed you to the werewolves. Got it? and if for some stupid reason you decide to come back here, either me or Klaus over there will kill you. Though I heard he nearly did last year." With that, he punched him square in the stomach, winding him. Then landing a kick straight into his balls.

Collapsing in agony, Elijah bent down and pulled him up by his collar. "Remember what I just told you when you get another stupid idea like your last one." He smiled innocently before slamming him back down on the floor, making sure he was unconscious. Ruffling your hair, he smiled. "Remember, if anything like this happens again, or anything for that matter, you can talk to me. Although I'm sure you would go to him first." He smirked, nodding to Klaus. "I really did mean it when I said you're like a daughter to me, by the way. Anyway, I'll leave you two alone." He smiled again, before hauling your uncle over your shoulder and marching towards the door. "Goodnight." "Goodnight, dad." You smiled for the first time that day. He chuckled softly and left. You turned to face Klaus, who had already made his way over to you. He wrapped his arms around you and brought you in close. "Thanks, Klaus." You smiled gratefully into his shoulder. "You really are my hero."

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