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A short time after the battle at Gaia’s castle, Straus decided to take a day to explore some unseen parts of Creator civilization. After all, he and Koto barely understood what it was like outside their own homes; aside from the occasional venture out to-… “borrow” food and supplies from small towns that seemed to house many Creators and their families. Straus found it interesting that (what he considered to be) normal-looking homes could exist in the middle of literal nowhere, but decided to chalk it up to things he didn’t quite yet understand about this society.
           On his little journey, Straus stumbles upon a larger-looking town. The houses and roads are mainly constructed from stone, and surrounding it is a rather big manmade body of water with…a beach! Straus couldn’t remember the last time he went to one of those! He curiously goes in for a closer look. He smiles to himself as he steps onto the sand. “(You sure you’re alright alone? There could be followers of Gaia here who might recognize you.)”, Para chimes in. Straus reassures him as he puts up his hood, “(Naaah, we’ve got this.)” He strolls happily through the sand while humming a song to himself…he knew the song but couldn’t quite remember from where. Did he hear it on the radio? …When was the last time he saw a car with a radio…? …When was the last time he saw anything quite like his old home…? Does he even remember what it looks like…?
           Straus is so lost in thought that he didn’t even realize he was about to trip over something until it was too late. Or, pray tell, was this something a someone?
“Oof-!”
“Ow- w-watch where you’re walking, buddy-…!”
Straus collects himself, and as he turns around, he sees a red-haired girl who had been impaled with a spear, she’s very much hurt. She looks up at him and weakly speaks,
“What’s a normal Creator d-doing here any- …wait…”
“Who skewered you?”
“U-Um?”
“Do you need help with it?”
“Um-??”
“Here, I’ve got ya.”, Straus carefully removes the weapon and tosses it aside. The girl takes a sharp breath through her teeth as some tears escape from her eyes. Straus kneels next to her and applies weak healing magic to her wound, “Hopefully that fixes you right up. I’m not very fluent in healing magic…I’m more of a self-defense person.”
“It’s good enough”, says the girl, holding her side, “I suppose I should fill you in. I was attacked by the Royal Princesses, lead by that orange old hag.”
“(Royal? Orange old hag?)”, Straus ponders, “Can’t say I know about them.”
“You don’t know about Jupiter and the Princesses? But everyone does.”
“Add that to the list of weird things about me, sweety. I’m fairly new at all of this, to be frank.”, he timidly smiles at her.
“That…uhm-“, She looks away from him, “would explain your appearance…I’ve never seen a Black Eyed Child with heterochromia before…”
“Huh?”
“Your eyes, they’re like mine.”, she points at her own blackened eyes, “I’m a Black-Eyed Child, we’re a pretty exclusive group, so how come one of your eyes is white like a normal person?”
“hmm…I actually don’t know. To be honest, I barely know much about myself…it’s kinda bothersome…I’ve only known my sister and this green princess who kept bothering me.”
“-!!! You crossed paths with Gaia and lived?! Also- sister?”
“Mind if I tell you my story?”
The girl thinks about it for a moment before smiling at Straus, “Sure.”
A little bit of time passes as the two share stories about themselves, and they get so into it that a spark of chaotic, rebellious energy arises in both of them.
“FOR REAL THOUGH”, shouts Straus, “I DID AS SHE TOLD ME AND THIS WAS MY PAYMENT”, he points at the scar across his eye, “I’M TELLIN YA THIS PLACE HAS LEFT A BAD IMPRESSION SO FAR MAN!”
“YEAH! PREACH IT BRUV.”, says the girl, encouraging this craziness, “LEMME HELP YA WRECK THIS PLACE FOR YOU!!”
“LIKE WHAT DA HECK!? WHAT IS UP WITH THIS BIASED PURITY BASED SYSTEM ANYWAY?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
“RIGHT?! DON’T JUST ASSUME ALL BLACK EYED KIDS ARE BATTLE HUNGRY CRETINS WHO WANNA PUNCH EVERYONE’S LIGHTS OUT! AAAAA!!”
They enter into a laughing frenzy together as they kick at the sand. After a bit they calm down, Straus is the first to speak.
“Heh…moments like these remind me that besides my sister and our creations, we’re just strangers to all of this…”
The girl nods, “Mm-hm…me too…However, I’m truly alone here…My father passed away and left the cult in my hands, but I didn’t last as the leader. Stronger members kicked me out ‘cuz I was never worthy of such a position.”
“You got anywhere to go?”
“No. I’ve been on foot most of the time, keeping out of Jupiter’s sight.”
“Hm…wanna stay with me, Ms. Red? Down to be roommates?”, Straus smiles.
The girl is taken aback by such a kind offer, she cups her hand to her mouth as she tries to control another wave of tears, “Oh-? … Yes, I do.”
“Oh- by the way, I’m Straus. What’s your name?”
“I’m Scarface Red. But most just call me Red, like you did just now.”
But Straus and Red are not alone in this meeting. In the distance, another pair of red and blue silhouettes watch from behind a stone wall. The smaller, blue one speaks to the other.
“…Sister, do you see what I see?”
“Yeah, it’s her.” The taller, red one grins. “Mother will be pleased if we make sure she doesn’t escape this time…!”
           Red spots the two sisters approaching and points them out, “It’s them-!!” Straus turns around and immediately realizes the severity of the situation, “(They look like Gaia-!) Yup, time to bail! Hang on to me!” Straus helps up the still-weakened Red and lifts her onto his back; the two start to speed off as the sisters charge towards them. “Don’t let them get away!” Shouts the red sister. “If I had to guess”, says Straus, looking over his shoulder, “Those are the ones that injured you?” Red responds with a quick nod as she holds on for dear life.
“You will come with us! This is Jupiter’s will!”, the red sister starts to assault the pair with a barrage of fireballs.
Straus huffs, “I am so sick of royalty at this point. Time for some trickery!” He quickly summons a small portal and throws it behind him and Red, this trips up the sisters and makes them faceplant into the sand.
“OOF-“
“Sister, they’re getting away….”
“DO YOU THINK I DON’T SEE THAT?!”
The sisters look up to see Straus and Red turn a corner as they jump into a portal and disappear from their sights.
“Curses!”
“Who was…that boy?”
“No clue. Maybe Mother will know. C’mon, let’s go report in.”
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montyprescottjoy · 4 years
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Para: Sunflower (title from the song of the same name by Post Malone HERE)
Who: Vitya Cristo & Monty Prescott @vityacristo
When: July 7th, 2020
Where: Vitya’s apartment, The Flame
What: Vitya goes to work for the first time since his health scare, leaving Monty alone in his bed... but Monty follows him and doesn’t like what he sees... fighting ensues...
Triggers: General mental health; seeing inside the mind of a mentally ill person. Prostitution and brief explicit sexual acts.
Vitya
Vitya had never moved so quietly in his life. He opened his dresser drawers inch by inch, extracting what he needed, then slowly closing them again. Instead of getting dressed in his bedroom, he opted for his bathroom. It was taking nearly four times as long to get dressed, all in the effort to ensure the man sleeping in his bed didn't wake.
Monty was visiting. Again. He was a constant now. A more accurate description was he practically lived in Vitya's dorm, at this point. For weeks, Vitya loved it. The sex, the company, all of it. But, reality is a bitch, and Vitya was handed the leash. He was out of cash, entirely. He had not worked in weeks, and he needed money, soon. And he was not about to ask Monty. No, he already took too much from the other man. So, he opted to slink around his own dorm, putting on his 'work clothes.' Skin tight, torn jeans, a shirt made out of mesh, a leather jacket, and his boots. Straightened his hair, patted his face with a foundation, smudged his eye-liner, everything to announce he was available. A classic escort fuckboy.
Looking at himself in the mirror this time felt... wrong. Previous times he felt powerful, invincible. Now, he felt gross. His eyes turned to Monty, still asleep. He tiptoed over, and leaned down, moving some of his hair out of his face. He smiled softly. He looked so peaceful like this, no stress on his face, no worry. No hurt. Just him, as he was. It made butterflies dance in Vitya's stomach. He placed a soft kiss to Monty's temple before heading toward the door, and off into the chill, dark night.
Monty
Monty stirred at the sound of a door closing, his brow furrowing automatically at the unexpected sound. He sat up quickly, eyes scanning for Vitya until he realized it had been the front door and that Vitya had left. Hurt and confusion tumbled into his mind. Why was Vitya sneaking out of his own room without saying anything. Monty staggered out of the bed trying to see if Vit had left a note or sent him a text. There was nothing to indicate why he'd left.
Panic shot through Monty, had something happened? Something to do with his illness or his family he'd tried so hard to escape? But it didn't seem logical for Vitya to leave Monty in those scenarios, though Vitya was still incredibly private and independent so it could be a possibility. Monty grabbed his phone and pulled on his pants and jacket as he stumbled around the dorm calling Vitya's phone. "Fuck sake" he swore loudly, when the other boy didn't pick up.
Monty took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing mind and think clearly where Vitya could be. He pulled a cigarette out of the packet on the beside table and lit it up, heading out of the dorm and in the direction of the bar Vitya frequented. The little store on campus was closed at this time of night and they had plenty of alcohol and smokes and food so this was the only place he could think of that Vitya would go.
It made sense in his own head that Vitya had left, whatever this was between them had scared Monty awake several times so he was thinking it had probably happened to Vitya too, he'd just never caught it until now, or it had never been bad enough he'd had to leave before. Either way Monty was going to find him and bring him home where he was safe.
Once he arrived at the club Monty headed directly to the bar, opening his cellphone up with a picture of Vitya pulling faces wearing a sexy as all fuck outfit to show the bar tender, to ask if he'd seen the boy in question. He had less provocative photos but those seemed even more intimate than a half naked Vitya and that was something he didn't like to share. An enthusiastic nod was given in reply to Monty's question and his eyes followed the mans pointed finger to the edge of the dance floor where he spotted Vitya, not alone but instead with a middle aged business man who was trying to touch Vitya who seemed to be teasing and whispering in his ear. Monty felt like he was going to throw up the way Vitya was moving. Monty remembered those moves. Vitya was trying to pick up a client. Monty was frozen to the spot, unable to move or speak or think.
Vitya
To say the pounding bass of the club, the rhythmic pulses of the speakers, the sweat and vibrant lights were a welcome sight would be an understatement. Vitya thrived here, within these walls. It was so easy to forget where he was, where he came from, and what he was doing, surrounded by strangers. He saw no regulars in the crowd- Good. No regular needed to know he was back on the street. Like a minx, he scanned the crowd, and began his work. He'd gel into the crowd, dancing to the music, and then scan the faces of who was there. Who was watching him. Then, he'd walk over, slowly, and begin his tease. This time, a fish out of water had his eyes locked on Vitya's hips. A business man, suit and tie and slick-back hair, was practically watering at how he moved. Bingo.
Vitya slid over, taking the man's drink front his hand and sipping softly before putting it back. "A bit-eh, overdressed, dah?" Vitya said, laying the accent on heavy and thick. This made the john's eyes light up, and just like that Vitya had his first client of the night. Like a staving beast pounding, the man had his hand on Vitya's hip, and it took every fiber in is being not to recoil. He needed to do this, he needed to survive. He pressed on.
The man's hand kept sliding up into his jacket's sleeve as they talked, nothing of note being said. That didn't stop how badly this guy wanted to see Vitya with less clothes on, point out how pretty his mouth was; this was a blowjob, then. Easy enough. Vitya let him slowly work the jacket off, Vitya leaning up to his ear. "You 'ave cash, dah?" he asked, Vitya's own hand starting to slide on the man's pant-leg. The man was new to this, unceremoniously reaching in his pocket and revealing wads of cash.
Without ceremony, Vitya grabbed the man's tie and walked him towards a back hallway, to the small exit toward the alleyway. The look on his face, as his back was now turned from the client, was one of sad regret. These were the moments when freedom tasted bitter.
Monty
Monty's face was clouded with disgust as he watched the middle aged man look at Vitya, talk to Vitya, touch Vitya. The fact the man was old enough to be Vitya's father, maybe even grandfather, didn't help either. It made his stomach turn in disgust that this man would dare touch someone so precious, so deserving of so much better; better than him, better than Monty too. But for some reason Vitya had allowed Monty to stick around and in some ways to take care of him, just a little.
Monty's fists clenched when the John pulled out a fat handful of cash. All he wanted to do in that moment was beat the guy black and blue. The guy was lucky Monty didn't have his gun really, though he could certainly do just as much damage with his fists or the switchblade stuffed into his boot.
Then Vitya was pulling the man across the room and out of a back door and Monty had to shake himself to unfreeze his limbs and stealthily follow them. He didn't want to watch whatever was about to happen, but he couldn't let Vitya go alone. He didn't want Vitya to get hurt just as much as he didn't want it to happen at all. He would protect Vitya at all costs which he'd been trying to do by paying for as many of the things they needed but it seemed Vitya was desperate for cash for some reason. Why couldn't he just ask Monty for whatever it was?
Eventually Vitya and the John stopped in the alleyway and Monty had to force himself to stay in the shadows as he fought himself. Maybe Vitya was just picking up some drugs or trading information Monty tried to placate himself but it was stupid, he knew what this was, he'd been on the receiving end far too many times and that in it's self made him feel sick. He'd done this, he'd payed this beautiful man for his mouth and his ass. Monty was disgusted at himself.
"Vitya! No!" Monty tried to call out to stop him but it came out barely more than a whisper as his eyes burned.
Vitya
Once out the door, the man in the suit was all aflutter. Vitya had to put his mask on, pretend he was attracted to this man, just for a little while longer. "W-well, do I pay you before-"
"Yes."
"Oh, um, here. You can count it-" Vitya didn't bother counting. He took the money and slowly slid it into his belt-line, making a show of it for the client. He smirked, his free hand pushing the man against the brink wall of the alleyway.
"Relax. You're in good hands," Vitya cooed, inching himself onto his knees, not breaking eye contact with the client.
The next few minutes, Vitya refused to focus too much on. He slid the belt off, pulled the cock out, and did was he was paid to do. The client tried to tug at his hair, but Vitya stopped him; Only Monty gets to do that. The businessman, instead, was stiff as a board, enjoying himself, but so unsure if he should have done this. Vitya knew this type. The man's hips started to buck, so he simply let his jaw hang lax as his mouth was fucked.
With Vitya being little more than a warm hole at this point, he let his mind wander. Despite being nowhere near his size, Vitya let himself pretend who was on the other end. It made the stinging in his head hurt a lot less, imaging Monty was the one using him like this. It was a hollow attempt; this lame john was simply too lax, too boring, each movement making Vitya wish he had never come out here in the first place...
Monty Monty's eyes fell shut despite how hard he tried to stay focused but it was like his mind was protecting him as money exchanged hands. Why was this making him so angry? he had no reason to feel like this. Vitya didn't belong to him, they weren't a couple or whatever the fuck Schuyler would call it. They were just two broken people who stuck together because they understood each other's pain, but Monty's mind didn't seem to be understanding that. His heart was thundering against his ribs and possessive anger was rising when he saw the John try to slide his hands into Vitya's hair.
"NO!" Monty yelled out, his feet propelling him forward and his right arm pulling back ready to punch the John in the jaw and knock him way from Vitya. The John looked terrified of Monty as anyone in their right mind would at the look on his face. His eyes were dark and teeth bared as he leaned in for the hit, sending the man staggering back.
Vitya
To say Vitya was surprised would be an understatement. To say the john was afraid would be, as well. Vitya was frozen when Monty came out of nowhere, catching Vitya in the act. Monty had seen- who knows how much, enough to know that this man's cock was four inches deep in his mouth. It was when The john staggered backwards that Vitya was brought back to reality, standing back up from the dirty concrete. "Hey! What the fuck-"
"What is- who are- I don't want any trouble! Please, please don't tell my wife!" The John whimpered, Vitya rolling his eyes and shoving him further down the alley way.
"He wasn't sent by your wife. Get out of here," Vitya snapped, dropping the heavy accent. The john looked between Monty's furious face and Vitya a few times before Vitya reached out again, grabbed his suit jacket and tossed him towards the end. "I said get the fuck out of here!"
As the man ran away, scared to death, Vitya turned his back to Monty, wiping away the excess spit and drool from his mouth, spitting onto the concrete to get the man's taste out. He laughed, cold and vicious, his leg bouncing quickly as his anxiety started to build. The light above them flickered every few seconds, the alley going from amber yellow to pitch black. The thundering bass from the club could still be heard through the walls.
"You better have a good fucking reason for that, Prescott." he snapped, spitting once more. "I was working, he was nearly done anyway. Now he's probably called the cops or some shit..."
Monty
Monty growled low in his throat when the John didn't move fast enough and every time Vitya touched the man again sent a spark of anger through him even if the touches were to get the man away from them. His anger was uncontrollable and he could barely understand it but all he knew was nobody else should be touching Vitya not ever again.
Words wouldn't come as Monty opened his mouth to try to explain his actions to Vitya. They didn't make any sense to him so how on earth could he begin to describe it to this man who sent every shred of common sense out of the window.
Monty grabbed Vitya by the neck of the flimsy tank he was wearing and pressed him up against the wall of the ally and kissed him hard and messy with sharp bites and his hands gripping Vitya in a way that was sure to leave bruises in the morning but he couldn't care less. He could taste the John on Vitya's tongue but underneath was still the taste Monty had grown so well aquatinted with and he pushed through, his need to claim won out.
Vitya
"Fucking- How did you even find me? You were sleep, I made sure of it. Damn asshole, are you spying on me? You do nothing but fuck and you think you can just come in and-"
Vitya's rant was cut short when Monty took his collar and pinned him to the wall. Vitya's eyes went wide as Monty took his mouth, gripped him so hard it hurt, making his lungs burn with shock. Vitya tried to pull away, tried to move, even punched Monty's shoulder twice, but Monty was so much stronger than him. And tasted so much better, and held him so harshly, so possessively, so... perfectly.
Vitya's resistance melted away, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he let Monty ravage him. His body was shivering in pleasure, all of his inner wants this entire night coming true as Monty clenched onto him, kissed him to harshly he was sure his lip was bleeding.
Vitya broke away when he ran out of air, placing his forehead on Monty's shoulder. His hands came up to grip the front of his shirt, his hot breath on Monty's neck. "What the fuck," he whispered, body responding to Monty's touch. "I need to... I need to work, you can't just run in like that..."
Monty
Monty ignored Vitya's rant, rolling his eyes and keeping tight hold as his kissed the smooth cool lips. It felt like coming home, it felt peaceful and calm and sure despite the anger rolling through him. It didn't take much of his strength to keep Vitya against the wall and lips connected even while he tried to fight and a small voice said this was not okay behaviour but the part of his mind that had been learning Vitya knew this was what he needed to do.
Once Vitya relaxed into the kiss Monty loosened his hold and the kiss became more passionate, as if he was trying to tell Vitya all the things he couldn't say out loud. There were so many things he wanted to say but he had no idea how to voice and that terrified him. The old Monty would have stormed away and never spoken to the person again but this was Vitya and this was some new Monty that felt things he didn't yet understand, things that were so different to the ones he'd felt for Schuyler.
Monty let Vitya break out the kiss when he could tell he was relaxed and wouldn't run away. Vitya's head on his shoulder felt nice and instinctively wrapped one of his hands around the back of the redhead and card his fingers soothingly through his hair, the other resting on the small of his back, rubbing soft circles there even though part of him felt sick to be this gentle. His mind and body were so conflicted.
"No. Ya done. No more of that shit." Monty growled. "Ya just got outta the hospital five fuckin' minuets ago. I've seen what them assholes do to ya, beat the shit outta ya, put drugs down ya throat ya have no idea what they are. I ain't lettin' that happen ever again. I got money, ya don't need ta fuckin' do this shit." Monty ground out, his voice low in Vitya's ear. "Ya not workin. Not like this."
Vitya
Vitya's body leaned into Monty's touch. His hands were so warm, and he just... understood what Vitya needed. He didn't want to be here anymore, not while he had... Fuck, whatever this was! He didn't get it, but Monty made him feel sick but amazing at the same time. Near rejoicing, yet close to vomiting. Nervous. But content.
Monty saying no made him tense up, shoving Monty back a step. "You don't get to..." Vitya ran a hand over his face. "I need to make money, I am not going to rely on you like a parasite- Why do you even want to stop me?" He laughed again, this time, his voice breaking. "You benefit from all this, yet you want me to stop?"
Vitya shook his head, rubbing at his eyes. "I get it, having a personal whore is fun and all, but I need to fucking work. I can't be your private cockhole forever. This is how we fucking met, you paying me and me fucking you, so why are you all over me now?"
Vitya leaned himself against the brick wall, crossing his arms. His eyes went from a fiery passion to a glassy, still numbness. He didn't get it. Monty had him running back and forth, between visceral emotions, chasing rage with regret, and meeting in the middle for a flare of happiness, it nearly made him break down. Feeling everything at once. Sour, then sweet. His voice was shaking, shattering, collapsing, as he tried to make sense of his own head, on top of Monty. "I don't give a fuck what happens to me, what they do to me. You shouldn't, either."
Monty
Despite being much stronger than Vitya with his thick arms and thighs and broad chest Monty staggered back when he was shoved by the taller man. These emotions were making him weak and he hated it, yet nothing could surpass the feeling he got when he could let his walls down and still feel safe. None of this made sense, and when the two were alone Monty couldn't bring himself to care but here they were in the open and it was terrifying.
"Fuckin' call it a loan then! Take what ya need then when we get this gallery shit up an' runnin' ya pay me back with fuckin' interest. Fuck I'll even do it Borgata style I ain't ran as a shylock for a minuet but fuck it ya don't wanna take my money we do it this way 'cause like hell ya gonna be doin' this shit anymore!" Monty growled, face close to Vitya's, eyebrows pulled together as he slipped on his Mafiosi mask.
Mont didn't ever have to be this way in front of Vitya. Even from that first time they'd had an easy banter that had allowed Monty to be himself, not having to put his walls up and pretend to still be the perfect Mafia son. It proved just how deep into a mess of feelings he was that he needed to do this.
"We just fuckin' had this conversation ya prick! When the fuck was the last time I paid for ya ass, huh? Try an' tell me ya remember because a few fuckin' days ago ya couldn't an' I can't either! I don't know what any of this shit is but I know for a fact we fuck 'cause we want to an' I'm not sendin ya ass back out here ta be fucked by some old perv who's gonna kill ya!"
Monty's face was screwed up into an expression that wasn't so much terrifying because it looked like he would hurt you but terrifying because it looked like something out of a horror movie. He was so enraged he was no longer handsome or sexy, he was animalistic. "You might not give a fuck about ya’self but someone has to an' that's me!" He yelled, not caring who'd hear him.
Vitya
Vitya groaned, rolling his eyes and locking his jaw. Monty was... off. This was like when he came to his dorm, near breakdown over Schuyler; open, vulnerable, revealing more than just a want or need for his body. Monty was trying to connect here, appeal to Vitya's emotions. It made his heart race, so unsure if he could even try to talk anymore.
He let Monty yell at him, and like a child, he looked down at the floor, kicking at the concrete with the toe of his boot. He licked his lips, his leg bouncing; this was too much. Vitya heard conversations like this, in melodramas and soap operas. His breathing got quicker, his face turning from angry to nervous. Monty was being so vicious and raw with his words, and the fact was Vitya was crumbling hearing them. His skin itched with discomfort. The reality was, the entire time he was out tonight, he felt disgusting. Like he needed a shower, like his chest would implode on himself. Every waking moment, he was hoping it was Monty on the other side of his advances. And now, he's there, saying things that he never thought he'd hear.
Vitya's face lifted up again as Monty's face twisted to an enraged passion. Vitya's jaw dropped a moment, only to close and twist into a sad smile, his own mask grumbling to pieces. A deep-rooted sadness and self-hatred were laced in the smile, body shaking with how much he was trying to keep his emotions in check, not wanting to explode more than he did. "What the fuck...' he tried to say, his voice broken. "Don't, don't..." He placed a hand on Monty's shoulder, gripping his shirt with a desperate hold.
"I-I'm not worth all that. It's fun, it is, I have not had this much fun with someone, at all, since meeting you. I didn't want to be out here, but I need to. Now you're here, and I..." He shook his head, unable to find the courage to go any deeper, express any more emotion. It hurt, it hurt too much. Instead, his face twisted in anger, lashing out. "I don't understand this. I don't understand you! I'm not special, I'm just a whore- I know that's why you kept coming over, I know it's because I look like the other redhead, so why do you care if I'm out here? Aren't I just part of your fantasy?"
Monty
The feel of Vitya’s hand on his shoulder broke Monty’s mafiosi mask when that sad smile twisted Vitya’s handsome face. It caused a pain to shoot through his chest that he couldn’t understand but made him give in to an unexpected need to pull Vitya close and hold him tight to his chest, burrowing into his neck and inhaling the familiar scent he’d become so used to being surrounded by.
“Fuck that I’m not worth it bullshit man. Ya know who’s nit worth shit? Montgomery Prescott, son of a psychopath Don from St Louie who treats his family like shit for any chance to gain even the smallest spec of power. But fuck Montgomery cause Monty can do what the fuck he wants an’ got the hell out just like you for fuck sake we’re the same man came from a place that treated us like shit to get the chance to fuckin’ be more than the clone of our fathers!” He whispered hotly to Vitya, lips moving against the shell of his ear.
A growl of anger left Monty’s chest at the mention of Schuyler and he pulled back from Vitya, running his hands through his hair and turning on the spot beginning to pace. “So fucking what just cause ya got red hair it makes ya some stand in for him? Ya completely fuckin’ different ta him. I don’t want him! He scared the shit outta me but you- it’s...” Monty trailed off not knowing how to express the mess inside his mind.
Vitya
Vitya tried to resist Monty's embrace at first, not wanting to held in that moment, but his hold was too wrong. He sighed, and leaned in, his own hands gripping Monty's shift, not wanting to let go, but giving the other man enough room to pull himself away. It felt so good, like a warm blanket on a cold night. Vitya choked down his own breathing, unable to truly contradict Monty. He was right, they were alike. In that way, there was common ground, a place to start from every time.
Vitya breathed in at Monty's pacing, adrenaline pumping through him. He was successful again, pushing someone's buttons to discomfort. But instead of feeling accomplished, powerful, at doing it again, he felt guilty. He brought up Monty's skeletons in the closet, just to get him to back off, to get an upper hand when he didn't know what else to do. He still didn't, he was drowning and gasping for some way out of this tsunami, and had no other way to react.
"No! No, don't you start that. You better fucking stop that, right now." Vitya snapped, pointing at Monty's chest. "You know damn well this isn't anything like that." He shook his head, starting to walk down the alley, but the pivoted back around. "You were about to say something there. 'He scared the shit out of me but you-'... I what? I'm different? He is your ex, you fell for him, and got burned. It fucked you up, and now you come at me. I know what this was supposed to be. I'm him, I'm 'the other Schuyler' for you. That what this is!"
His fingers were in his hair, gripping, trying his best to not fall apart. "I just... I want to go home. I..." He looked down at himself, taking the money out of his belt-line and waving it in the air. "I got what I wanted. And you got what you wanted, fucked up my night."
Monty
Monty felt numb and cold as though a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head. Vitya had ever been like this with him but then he remembered their talk after he’d hurt the Clarington kid. Vitya had lashed out because the kid got under his skin. Was he doing that? Was whatever this was hurting Vitya?
Monty back tracked, trying to swallow down words and feelings but right now that seemed like an impossible task.
“Shut the fuck up I ain’t sayin that we agreed we’d never do that again your the one who made me promise not ta do that ya myself again so I know ya fuckin’ lyin’ if ya don’t give a shit about me protecting myself so here I am tellin’ ya ta protect your self.” Monty grabbed the hand pointing at his chest.
“You ain’t him because us givin’ a shit about each other an fuckin’ doesn’t hurt me, it don’t make me wanna run!” He yelled, trying to explain any of the millions of thoughts spinning through his mind.
“I just want ya safe fuckin’ damnit! What’s fuckin’ wrong with a loan huh?” His eyes were begging and pleading but his voice was hard and determined.
Monty reaches up and pulled Vitya’s hands from his hair where it looked like he was trying to pull out chunks. He held those long soft hands tightly, terrified the man would slip away and with it he’d take Monty’s soul.
Vitya’s voice sounded uncharacteristically stuttered the way he wasn’t quite finishing his sentences. Monty grabbed the money and shoved it into Vitya’s boot where he knew it would be safe and took his hands again.
“Ya wanna go home let’s fuckin’ go.” He said softly, trying to resist kissing him again. He didn’t really know how to comfort people, with Vitya they used their bodies to communicate a lot of the time but in this moment that didn’t feel like the right thing to do.
Vitya
Vitya was shaking with internal rage at himself, his heart racing as they continued this shouting match, this fight, what ever this was. Monty was under his skin, crawled in deep, making him feel joy and happiness, just by being around him, but confined at the same time. He tried to shove it all away, as if he wasn't feeling anything at all, the dominating numbness that had followed him his whole life, but instead he was flaring, fuming with a passion he never had before.
He was scared to death.
"Do not say it like that!" Vitya bit, baring his teeth. "This isn't anything! It's convenient, it's available, it's... anything but caring. I can't care, I fucking can't!" It sounded less like he was yelling at Monty, but more at himself. His internal struggle was letting loose, a indiscriminate spray of his inner demons. His leg was bouncing again, but he didn't fight back as Monty took his hands out of his hair.
"I didn't earn it, that's what! You loaning me money, paying for all of my shit- It is no different than back home! Just a pampered, sniveling prince with no real achievements, no real drive, doing nothing but whimper and die- I need to earn it, and you coming out here and-" Vitya motioned to the money now shoved into his boot. "And ruining the only damn thing I am good at-"
Vitya gripped Monty's hold, a vibrant flame in his eyes. "I fucking hate how good I am at all of this. At being able to read people, at playing The Game, at politicking, manipulating- That guy would have never cheated on his wife if I didn't convince him that he needed more than just watching me dance. And you... You're no different. I'm probably manipulating you, too."
Vitya tore his hands away from Monty, staring at him a moment before turning on his heel, starting his trek out of the alleyway. "Follow me or don't, I don't give a fuck... I'm going home."
Monty
"Then why the fuck did y make me promise not ta fall in love again then huh? Why would ya say that ta someone ya didn't care about, care that they were hurtin'? My brother's the only one who's ever tried ta protect me from ma self 'cause he's the only one who's given a shit!" Monty shouted back, he really had no idea why he was so adamant about this; maybe he wanted proof Vitya cared for him even if it was just friends with benefits, but maybe it was because he wanted Vitya to believe someone cared about him because it seemed like he didn't believe Monty cared.
"Aye! It is different 'cause we're gonna set up the gallery thing and sell ya stuff an' ya payin' me back with interest, an' I'll treat it just like any other mark that owes me, if ya don't pay on time I call in the enforcers. Ya never saw me runnin' for the mob but I can show ya that side an' I can tell ya it ain't pretty." Monty ground out, "This gallery thing is gonna make ya enough ta pay me an' get ya’self set up then ya can do whatever the hell ya want with ya fancy degree an' I sure as shit ain't lettin' ya sit by like a pillow princess doin' fuck all. Ya gonna work this con an' I'm gonna watch ya play these folks outta there money, yeah it's a game talkin' it up but ya art shit is fuckin' good man, ya deserve ta fuckin' sell it 'cause ya did work hard! It just so happens this shit is hard ta break into so ya have ta be a socialite asshole ta get ya’self in on the ground floor." Monty spoke fast, shaking Vitya's shoulders trying to force the words into the taller mans brain in place of all of the negativity about himself he'd clearly been brain washed into for years.
Monty couldn't believe how many words were flying out of his mouth. He usually only spoke so much when he was talking about his research and experiments in science which was his true passion. It was as if he wanted to leave no silence where Vitya could find space to think those demeaning things about himself.
Monty
"If ya had no drive, just wantin' ta curl up an' die why the fuck would ya have left that place with ya cushy life, ya could have just walked away ta some shit hole an' put a gun ta ya head, I'm sure there were plenty shit-holes in Russia where ya couldda froze or starved or been murdered, didn't have ta come all this way for that!" Monty argued, trying to prove there must have been some instinct in Vitya that wanted to live and be more.
"Ya ain't manipulatin' me, I ain't someone who falls for that shit, been through too much to fall for anythin'. I'm the one who does the manipulatin' or ain't ya seen me an' him at all? Ya know why he hates me don't ya?" Monty laughed bitterly, not offering any more information on his relationship with Schuyler, just enough to show he wasn't a push over.
"Don't be an idiot of course I'm followin' I just told ya I was comin' didn't I?" Monty sighed, rolling his eyes and taking quick steps to catch up with Vitya's long strides. He grabbed one of Vitya's hands, letting the pad of his own thumb draw soothing circles on the others hand.
Vitya
"I don't know!" Vitya yelled back. "I don't know why! I don't know why I do anything anymore, my fucking head starts to hurt when I think of you, and I don't know why!" Vitya ground out the last few words with gritted teeth. "I don't know what I think anymore, it's all too jumbled up and messed up and confusing- I can't focus half the time because you're in here-" Vitya points at his temple. "-fucking ruining everything, making a confusing fucking mess, making everything hurt, and I want you out!"
He breathed in, out of breath, as well as realizing what exactly just came out of his mouth. He stopped himself from yelling, all the wind in his sails depleting, his face falling into a gaze of collapsing despair. He steeled himself, opting to pretend nothing came out. He didn't even react beyond, gripping Monty's arms to get him to stop shaking him as he went on and on about this con, this way to get Vitya's art out there, to be successful. He was so done with arguing, his steam out, the fire in him dimmed. All at once, his lack of sleep, his exhaustion of the night, and his terrible attitude collapsed all at once on him. That's what he was running from this time, then. Monty was just in his head, all the time, and Vitya had no idea what to do with him. And, as always, he lashed out. Trying to get rid of him. And, somehow, Monty was still there. Resilient and constant.
Vitya stopped walking when Monty took his hand. His gaze snapped to it, staring, then back to Monty's face. He didn't say anything, his jaw locking shut, holding in the bitchy, rude comment on the tip of his tongue. He was tense, as if he was about to hit Monty to get him to let go, but instead, he turned his gaze back to the side walk. Instead of saying anything, he opted to gripping Monty's hand the slightest bit. Not to say he wanted to hold it; every fiber in his being told him to let go. But more to show that he was listening. He heard everything Monty said, and simply lost all energy to fight it. There was no more fight to have because Monty had been through all of this himself. He'd seen the worst the world has to offer, including Vitya, and yet... he was here.
Vitya let out a shaking breath, one he had been holding, as he started to walk again, this time slowly, casually. Carefully. "...I just want my head to stop talking. That's all."
Monty
"Just fuckin' chill al'ight" Monty responded softly. They both seemed to have run out of steam on the argument. It was like Vitya's mind had jumped from fighting about caring to fighting with his own mind and that had Monty worried. He couldn't bring himself to yell anymore when Vitya was clearly hurting; it was like the taller man had become a shadow of himself as the fight left his features and fuck Monty wanted to hold him so badly, wanted to hold him until the pain was gone.
Monty jerked when Vitya stopped suddenly but allowed Vit to look between their clasped hands and Mont's face. "We'll make it stop, I'll make it stop." He couldn't read the expression on the handsome face but it seemed so incredibly pained and that was enough to let Monty know that right now nothing more needed to be said. Inevitably they would have this conversation again but right now neither of them were able to keep talking.
Instead they would return to Vitya's room hand in hand because neither had the strength to let go and be alone and they would talk with their bodies, wiping away each others memories of the other man Vitya had touched tonight and surround themselves in each other, holding tightly like a life raft that without they would float away into the darkness
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haydenbarnes · 4 years
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wrath & redemption | self para
His hand wrapped around the cold metal handle of the door that led into the soundproofed room in the back end of Labyrinth. There was always a moment of hesitation before he opened this particular door. He always knew what was on the other side, so it wasn’t a hesitation that came from apprehension, but one that came from a moral dilemma as to whether he was the kind of man who could one day walk away unscathed from this kind of business. At this point in time, the devil on his shoulder had much more of an influence than the angel. So, once again, he opened the door to the grunts and groans of a cheating, sleazy man.
The room was small, the only decor available was a couple of grey metal cabinets with locks on and a stool that sat dead center. Foam echo-proof padding donned the walls, making sure that the highly illegal goings-on of Labyrinth stayed firmly between him, the subject, the Doctor they paid to sit in the room next door just in case, and the bouncer who brought the cheater here and stopped Hayden from crossing a point of no return. 
Pleading eyes, filled with fear stared at Hayden as he picked up the white knuckle wrap from the side and slowly began pacing the room, bandaging his hands. He had tape over his mouth, so he couldn’t actually talk, but the groans that came from hostage definitely sounded like a mix of ‘please don’t do this’, ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘what the fuck is happening?’. 
“You’re probably wondering what the fuck is happening, right?” Hayden finally spoke as he dropped down so that his eyes were level with whoever this over-compensating wall-street-wishing wannabe CFO was. It was as their eyes met that Hayden had to just completely shut off his moral compass. It was as their eyes met that Hayden felt that flood of adrenaline surge through his body that made him not only want to do this but made him need it. 
“Well,” he chuckled as he finished wrapping his hands and threw the tape off to one side. “I’ll cut you a deal. I’ll tell you why you’re here if you can tell me why you think it’s okay to walk around this casino’s blackjack tables with a 21 card duo up your sleeve,” he challenged with a sinister smile as he slowly began to peel the tape off his skin. “Ahh-- and save the screaming, okay? This is, like, all soundproofed and I literally just had to take an Advil before this. Migraines suck am I right?” With that, Hayden ripped the tape off the man’s mouth in one quick action.
He yelled out in pain, his body tensing up as he tried one more time to free his hands from the rope that tied them to the chair. “What the fuck is this place?” He cried, his eyes watering as his lips went a shade of red Hayden thought was only possible in cartoons. “So I tried to make a fast fucking buck! I’m fucking broke man! I can barely afford my mortgage! What?! Are you gonna-- Are you gonna kill me for that?” The man was shaking, and as Hayden’s eyes glanced down to his crotch, he realized the dude had wet himself as well. Clearly, this was his first shakedown. 
“No, I’m not going to kill you, you fucking moron,” Hayden scoffed and rolled his eyes, turning around to the bouncer who couldn’t help but smirk. “What? I look like a murderer?” Hayden turned back to the cheater. “No-- don’t be a fuckin’ tool, we just bring shitbags like you back here to make sure you don’t come back here again-- so, tell me, princess, have you learned your lesson?” 
“Sure! Sure! I w-won’t... You think I’m gonna come back to this place? None of us will come here! Not me, not my buddies--” WHACK. Hayden’s fist smacked across the guys' face, his knuckles tearing through a part of his cheekbone. “What the fuck was that f--”
“Your buddies aren’t gonna know about this, hotshot. You hear me?” Hayden stood up and went to turn around, but then quickly pivoted back around, fist slamming square into the dude’s jaw, sending blood everywhere. Quickly, Hayden grabbed a chunk of his hair, his knee pushed down hard into the man’s genital area and he closed the gap between them to mere inches. “Listen to me, you fucking idiot. If I hear one little whisper of you telling anyone about this room, about me, about this casino? If you even think about calling a lawyer, or going to the press, or badmouthing Labyrinth Casinos or Ainsley Slater’s name in any way at all, I will rain down on you like FUCKING hellfire! DO I MAKE MYSELF CRYSTAL FUCKING CLEAR?!” Hayden yelled, causing the guy to start crying uncontrollably and nod over and over again. “Good,” he smiled as he took a few steps back from the chair. 
“So tell me-- er,” Hayden turned around to the bouncer as he pointed back to the man. “What’s this dude’s name?” 
“Clive.”. 
“Of course it is...” Hayden took a deep breath and rolled his eyes before turning back. “So tell me, Clive, what happened tonight? Why’s your face all busted up?” 
“I-I-I---” 
Hayden groaned and threw his hands up in the air which caused the guy to flinch so badly that he fell over backward, hitting his head on the concrete behind him. “Fucking IDIOT,” Hayden grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him back up before slapping his cheek a couple times. “Answer my fucking question, asshole. What happened tonight? What’s up with your face, besides it being ugly as fuck?” 
“I was-- I was at the casino,” he flinched, but then kept going when the hit didn’t come. “I was at the casino a-and I got too drunk... I got kicked--”
“No, you didn’t get kicked out, did you?”
“N-- No, I left the casino a-and I went to a club?” He stuttered. Hayden nodded, moving his hand in a ‘and?’ motion. “A-And I got in a fight with someone there b-because I was-- I spilled a drink on him.”.
“There... That wasn’t so hard now was it?” Hayden smiled as he ruffled the guy's hair to just patronize him just a little bit more. “Well,” he clapped his hands together. “I think he’s learned his lesson, and I think we’re done here,” Hayden nodded as he began to unwrap his knuckle tape. “The Doc will just check you over then you’re free to go, dude. Just remember,” Hayden dropped down to whisper in his ear. “We have your credit card details, your full address and your name. You speak a word of this and I will find you, and who knows, maybe I do look like a murderer.” Hayden stood back up and rose his eyebrows at the man who was now just a quivering mess covered in sweat, blood and piss. 
The bouncer knocked on the only other way in and out of the room and the Doctor came in. Hayden zoned out at that point, throwing the tape into the bin and exiting through the door he came in from. As quickly as he was able to shut his emotions off for the job, once the deed was done, they came flooding back in. His hands started shaking so he pocketed them as he made his way through the back corridors of the casino, head down so no-one would speak to him and delay his getting to fresh air. The sound of the fire door slamming open against bins echoed through his head, the cold late night air danced across his face and through his hair. He sighed. He swallowed. 
The sound of quick footsteps approaching him caused him to finally look up, and as he did he saw the bloodied man running down the back alleyway to freedom. Their eyes locked onto each other and it felt like everything suddenly went into slow motion, he could feel the fear and hurt he’d caused. It all sped back up again as he shouted something like ‘don’t come near me’, as he almost tripped over his own feet before taking the first turn off he came to. Then, once again it was just Hayden, alone, in the middle of the night with bruising knuckles and the guilty weight on his conscience. 
Hayden pulled his hood up and made his way out of the alley and out into the city. He took a long way home so he could avoid the town center in a hope that he wouldn’t bump into anyone he knew, or anyone at all really. His mind spun with what had just happened. What number was that now? Was that his-- tenth? Fifteenth? He was beginning to lose track. It was easier to deal with it when the guy he was beating up was a total asshole when they were spitting at him and smirking and trying to make the job hard. It was easier to justify what he was doing, those guys deserved being brought down a peg or two, didn’t they? But that guy? He’d wet himself before Hayden even walked in. He could have just said boo and he wouldn’t have said anything or come back again. But, he’d set a precedent for himself now. It’s what was expected. But that didn’t justify what he did at all... Not with him. 
He came to the edge of the park. It was the final stretch of his journey home. Ten minutes and he could just drink himself to sleep. But, then he happened to notice the flickering lights of the church on the corner. He’d walked this way a couple times before, and he’d even done in the daytime, but he’d never noticed that church before. Hayden’s relationship with religion was complicated, to say the least. He couldn’t bring himself to believe in God as a master creator and overseer of every human action. There were too many immoral wrongs and unfair miscarriages of justice in the world for him to believe that. But, there had to be something. There had to be some force that connected everyone and everything, right? Otherwise, what was the point in love or friendship or compassion? Otherwise... Why did he feel so bad about what he was doing right now? Why did he feel like he had sinned?
Hayden found himself walking into the church before his mind had even made the decision to go in. Despite it being 1 in the morning, candles still burned on vigil’s dotted down the edges of the pews. The sound of plainsong and Gregorian chants played gently through the speakers. He let out a heavy breath and looked back at the front door. What was he doing? He wasn’t worthy of redemption. The sound of muttering prayers broke through the music and caused him to look back into the church. A man sat on a cushion in front of the altar, hands pushed together, head back, eyes closed. Hayden furrowed his eyebrows and once again his feet began to walk him down the aisle before his mind decided on the action. 
His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed nervously, eyes firmly on who he guessed was the priest. Who else would be in front of the alter this time at night? Hayden slid into a pew a couple rows back from the front and pushed his hands into his pockets. He nipped at the inside of his mouth. Maybe he could try that; praying. Maybe that would take the weight off his shoulders a little bit. Maybe there was something or someone that could help. He doubted it, but maybe... Maybe...
He closed his eyes and tried to clear the images that immediately projected onto his eyelids. But, as he tried to clear his mind, he couldn’t help but begin to actually hear what the man was saying. He couldn’t catch it word for word, but he heard the word sorry. He heard him ask for forgiveness. He heard him speak about a boy. He heard the word cancer. He heard the word cheating. He heard the word deserves. Then he heard ‘I know even gambling is a sin, and I’m sorry, please forgive me.’. Hayden’s eyes shot open and he stood up so fast he almost knocked the pew in front of him over. His chest rose and fell at the same rate as if he’d just run a marathon. The man jumped and turned around and there he was. His face still stained in blood. His lip swollen. 
“I--” Hayden’s words got trapped in his throat. He went white as a sheet. He wanted to throw up. “I’m sorry... I’m--” Hayden shook his head as he shuffled out of the pew back into the aisle with his hands up as if he was surrendering to the cops. “I-- I didn’t tail you here, it’s-- I-- I’m sorry,” Hayden was the one stuttering now, his were the eyes that filled with tears. “I’m sorry,” he whispered one last time before backing up a few paces then turning and running out of the church. 
He ran through the park, the sound of his own breath so loud it was as if his head was inside a boombox that was playing it. How could he even think for a moment someone like him could possibly find redemption? How could he even think for a moment someone like him could find peace? There was no peace or redemption in the world for a man like Hayden Barnes. For a man that got his own Father murdered. For a man that abandoned his best friend. For a man that gives up at every thing he’s ever started the moment things get hard. For a junkie. 
His door slammed against the wall as he kicked it open. His mind was going so fast he couldn’t understand a single thought other than the one that repeated itself over and over, louder and louder. He needed a fix. He needed the dope. He had some. For emergencies. Drawers went flying across the room as he tried to find where he’d put the bag until; bingo. He held it up against the light, a sigh of relief as he spent a moment just looking at it before snapping back into action. He grabbed everything he needed to cook it up and use it. And within minutes, he pushed it into his veins. And within minutes, he was out. 
That was his redemption. Heroin was his God. 
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❝ being a pilot doesn’t make you cool, but if you’re cool, you’re probably a pilot. ❞
MATILDA LONGBOTTOM really is the spitting image of ODEYA RUSH, right? For someone only 21 years old, TILLIE has been forced to endure so much. Yeah, that UNKNOWN BLOOD STATUS has been scraping by at the sanctuary since SEPTEMBER, 2028, working as a HUNTER in the DIVISION OF FORAGE. SHE is a CIS WOMAN and is known to be TACTLESS and IRASCIBLE but also HUMANE and RESOURCEFUL. Best of luck surviving through this. ⊰ SAM, 24, EST, THEY/THEM ⊱ (Matilda is adopted.)
♡ CHARACTER PARALLELS — Lisa Simpson ( The Simpsons ) + Bart Simpson ( The Simpsons. ) + Steven Hyde ( That 70′s Show ) + Seth Cohen ( The O.C. ) + Jess Mariano ( Gilmore Girls ) + Stitch ( Lilo & Stitch ) + Jessica Jones ( Jessica Jones ) + Janis Ian ( Mean Girls ) + Amy Pond ( Doctor Who ) + Arya Stark ( Game of Thrones )
( lil note: things might be changed regarding tillie’s family backstory and dynamics. )
CHILDHOOD
TWs: Adoption + Birth + Guilt + Parental Death
alright, so. i already wrote this intro, but lost it because i have minus ten brains, and i’m going to be honest with you: it was a pretty good intro, and i’m a bit bummed about losing it, so i can’t promise that this one will be just as good rip.
ADOPTION, BIRTH, PARENTAL DEATH TWS. matilda was the first and only daughter of an american immigrant who got pregnant at the age of nineteen. she died giving birth, never even getting a chance to name the child, and since no one could figure anything out about tillie’s other parent, she was put into the wixen adoption system. she ended up being adopted by the longbottoms when she was 3 months old, and therefore never knew much of anything but the longbottoms when it came to family.
ADOPTION, GUILT TW. the thing is, there has never been a single doubt in tillie’s mind that neville and hannah are her real parents; the ones she loves and who love her. still, she can’t help but wonder sometimes. what if her biological mother had gotten the chance to raise her? did her other parent even knew she existed and decided never to get involved, or were they always completely unaware of her existence? with an overactive imagination like hers, thoughts like that and countless scenarios constantly made their way through tillie’s head, and it made her feel unbelievably guilty. she was a longbottom, through and through. still, there was always this little “what if” at the back of her mind. it didn’t make her love her parents and siblings any less, of course, but she felt guilt for even just wondering. those are feelings she’s never talked about to anyone, though. i’m not even sure she fully realizes how present they are within herself. (this is heavily inspired by someone i know, and makes me feel very emotional, so i might not write it out all that much in paras and what not, but i thought it was important to include it in her intro, as it does matter and is part of her character development!)
she wasn’t a quiet baby, and definitely didn’t turn into a quiet child. matilda was always loud, and always aching to be heard and listened to. she was babbling from a very young age, and started talking before the age of one. she wasn’t reciting proust by heart, of course, but she talked the way some two year olds did before the age of one. she just!!!!! ached to communicate so damn much, and got very frustrated when she didn’t know the right word to express herself, and since she was quick to anger, being misunderstood by people led to a lot of tantrums. all in all, she wasn’t an easy child, especially not as a toddler.
still, she was a charming and bold kid, and tended to attract positive attention. really, it was mostly around her parents and/or whoever was taking care of her at the moment that she could be a bit... difficult. she loved putting on little shows (though it was a GREAT idea not to call them “little” in front of her), and always tried to drag her friends and siblings into doing various performances with her, such as dancing, acting, singing, etc. she always made a bit production of it, too, and would ask any and every stranger that she would come upon in whatever environment she was in to come watch her shows.
matilda adored making up stories!!!! she loved reading, and loved inventing stories and games based off what she read, but even before she could read, she was making up stories and like!!!!! she had a very vivid imagination and would tell stories to any and everybody who would listen to her. she was such a good storyteller (for someone her age), that, um, at one point, she realized she could also lie pretty damn well. she started lying left and right, just for the hell of it, and that might have been the thing that got her into the most trouble with people, especially her parents. she still has difficulties not lying nowadays. she just......... loves making stuff up? she tries very hard not to, but it seems to be an urge that’s too strong to constantly resist.
she had a lot of energy, and sometimes when she didn’t get to let it out, she got moody and angry and not as fun as usual to be around. to counter that, her parents signed her up to muggle kickboxing classes, after a few failed attempts at team sports. tillie was a bit of a bossy kid, and she didn’t do well at team sports back when she was younger. luckily enough, she excelled at kickboxing, and absolutely adored it. later on, she even dabbled in some muggle martial arts, and though she never used her training in a real life situation (not until the inferi, at least), she loved knowing she had the ability to defend herself and/or other people. 
her relationship with her parents wasn’t always easy in her childhood (and her teenage years either, but we’ll get to that later), but she never doubted how much she loved them and how much they loved her. of course, that can be changed depending on the people who play neville and hannah, but yes! with her siblings, i feel like the relationship might have been a bit smoother? or at least, i definitely think that for younger siblings. older siblings, i don’t know. we’d have to plot it out, but............... tillie automatically goes angry emoji face at any semblance of authority so just someone two years older than her being “in charge” when she’s 10 and both her parents go out would make her the fight me emoji just out of principle eogiergjeirjgeoirjierjg. but like!!!!! my point is!!!!! tillie loves her family so damn much!!!!! would destroy the whole wide world for them, and like????? tillie loves the world!!!!! she’s quite disappointed in it, but she wants it to do better!!!!! and for them????? she’d destroy it!!!!!!!!
HOGWARTS YEARS
ok, but.......... i’d love for tillie to have made like....... a nemesis tm on her first hogwarts express ride to hogwarts. we could even make it into a REALLY slow burn enemies to lovers like?????? them always being nemesis and now being stuck in the same place in such a complicated situation??????? amazing!!!!!! i’d love if they were tillie’s opposite, too, but this isn’t my wanted connections page (which is linked below) so egoiergoiejrgijer. i’ll refrain from babbling on and on about it.
matilda longbottom being sorted into gryffindor was a surprise to like, absolutely no one who knew her. she was loud, brash, brave, courageous, etc. and it was like....... expected for her to end up there. thing is, personally, i think she had qualities of all the houses? imaginative & creative for ravenclaw, ambitious & driven for slytherin, and loyal & all for justice and what not for hufflepuff.
tillie was always one to cheer for the underdog, and so i bet that she first made friends with all the kids who seemed to have difficulty fitting in before she made friends with the rest tm. honestly, i’m picturing her having been pretty popular during her time at hogwarts? not in a “mean girls” way, but rather in the fact that a lot of people just...... liked her. of course, she had (and still has) pretty strong opinions and is not easily swayed in her convictions, so the people who disagreed with her might not have liked her all that much, but still. eoijgeriojgeiorjgeiorjgoierjg and like ofc other people disliked her too like she has a pretty strong personality so i think!!!!!! it’s like hate or love; there’s very little in the middle. which i think still fits within the popular thing, because, really, most people would at least have an opinion about her.
stood up to bullies a bit too intensely, and probably got in trouble for it. she didn’t give a sh*t about the fact that her dad was a teacher and she’d get in trouble at home as well as in school; she had no patience for people who picked on others, especially not people who had it more difficult than others. she saw things in black and white, and didn’t really get the whole “the bully might have had a super hard life too” side of things. if you did something bad, and didn’t apologize, then you were a bad person, and that was it. she’s a bit less, um, intense about her way of thinking nowadays, but not by that much ergoierjoigjeroigjerojger.
does not forgive easily, and never has. like, she saw someone steal a candy bar from another kid in her first year, and she still hasn’t forgiven them. she “hates” them and it’s eorigjeirojgoeirgjeoirgjer. she needs to relax a bit. which is funny, becausse generally she’s really chill, but there are some things that get her blood BOILING.
she couldn’t exactly do kickboxing at hogwarts, and so she became a reserve beater in her second year, before becoming a complete (tm) beater in her fourth year. she stopped after sixth year, though, and in her seventh year, she began a secret, not-so-sanctioned-by-hogwarts, Muggle Martial Arts & Other Fighting Techniques Club for people who wanted to either practice it, like her, or simply wanted to learn. would it have been sanctioned if she had asked? maybe. but she loved feeling like a rebel egoieroigjerjgoer.
probably came out as a lesbian in her fourth year. tillie liked girls, and she didn’t want to hide it. she’s always acted like she’s super confident, though, but in fact she’s kind of insecure when it comes to relationships? she’s scared of not being enough, and has always been. it’s eorgjeriojgeoijgerijo sad.
AFTER HOGWARTS
tillie had zero clues whatsoever about what she wanted to do after hogwarts. she hadn’t chosen her n.e.w.t. classes with any specific career in mind, and she kind of panicked the summer after her seventh year, clueless about what she was supposed to do. then, she decided to work for a year, and then travel for the next. she knew it wasn’t the most “valid” choice, long-term-wise, but it was what she wanted to do, and so she did it.
she worked for a year at flourish & blotts, which was quite challenging for someone who preferred debating and helping others to selling books, but she was somewhat of an avid reader, after all, and so she did enjoy the discounts and discussions that inevitably occured about books.
and then, she went on to travel. she decided that, having explored a bit of europe with friends and family in the past, she’d go to another continent. and, very maturely, she decided to choose by closing her eyes, spinning a globe around, and stopping it at random with her finger. that method led to her deciding to visit north america, central america & south america. she started in canada, and finished in brazil. on her way, she visited all the countries on the continent, though, of course, she stayed in some for longer than in others. her favourites were mbolivia, argentina & belize. she did also enjoy a couple of cities in canada and the usa as well, but those were more reminiscent of home, and didn’t make as much of an impact on her.
she, uh, sucked at keeping in touch with people back home when she was travelling, so that could definitely be a starting or middle point for a plot? i think she may have taken the time to stay in touch with people if she knew things were more difficult for them, but otherwise, she kind of didn’t feel the need to contact people every day or so. and whilst that worked for her, whether that worked or not with your chara(s), if they were the kind who’d have stayed in touch with her, is completely up to you.
she came back and was like!!!!!! this is boring!!!!!! she started working part-time as a clerk at the ministry of magic, and was like :( because she missed travelling and meeting new people and just!!!!! she felt like something was missing. finally, someone told her of a non-profit organization that helped wixen refugeess that had escaped muggle and wixen wars in other countries, and she was like :o and decided to try and help out! she became a part-time volunteer with them, and adored it. she didn’t know if she’d spend her life doing what she was doing, doing two part-time things, but at the moment, it worked for her. 
INFERI CRISIS
the reason why she only arrived at hogwarts in september, and towards the end of september at that? she was trying to save as many people as possible. tillie cannot stand seeing people suffer, and when she becomes passionate about something, it’s the one thing she thinks about, and well...... she got REALLY passionate about saving people. 
i don’t think she’s fully processed what is happening yet, to be honest. like, she gets it; she’s not unaware, but........ in a way, it still feels fake, somehow. i think it’s because she’s been on a huge adreline rush since it first started, and because she’s been focusing on others rather than herself. everything’s been happening so fast that the facts just...... haven’t had time to settle into her mind.
she decided to finally go to hogwarts because she missed the members of her family who she knew were most likely there, and she wanted to make sure they were okay. and after getting there, it felt like leaving just wasn’t an option. not when there were so many people she could help in one single place.
she decided to be a hunter because, whilst it’s not her absolute favourite thing to do in the whole wide world, she’s good at it and it doesn’t bother her to do it when necessary. thing is, she knows it’d be way harder for some other people to do it, and so she does it so that they don’t have to. she really, really respects animals and creatures, though, and so i get like? lowkey artemis vibes from this side of her?
FUN FACTS
lesbian!!!!!!!!!!!! 
loves social justice!!!!!!!! like anyone who doesn’t care about it automatically goes in her “ew” list bc!!!!!! it’s so damn important!!!!!!! probably a big fan of the concept of socialism, really. 
loves aliens so damn much and is FASCINATED with all things related to them!!!!! she thinks it’s downright SILLY not to believe that aliens exist, and her biggest dream in life is literally to meet an alien. takes ufos very seriously.
loves muggle comics, artsy french movies & junk food. also! art! she loves art so much?????? wishes she knew more about it, though, because she feels quite , well, not exactly knowledgeable when it comes to art, and tillie hates feeling like she doesn’t know enough. 
was actually good at history of magic bc she tried seeing it through more social justice lenses and it was like, eye-openning to her!!!!!!!
SUCKED at herbology like honestly she wouldn’t have done great at it anyway bc she unconsciously and consciously was trying to rebel against her parents in her teenage years, but she LEGIT sucks at taking care of plants!!!!!! coul probably kill a plastic succulent, tbh. like, that talented at killing plants. and she doesn’t do it on purpose; she TRIES to keep them alive, but alas. eogejrgoijergiojerjogerg
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be there | e.d
Summary: You wanted to show your voice to the people you loved the most, but someone is missing.
Warning:  Kinda angst? But fluff at the end
Word count: 2.616
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 Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes. The microphone was in your hands, still turned off, but in a few minutes it wouldn’t be. You wanted this, you had spent the last week practicing and practicing every day for this moment. You have never sung for anyone else but yourself, and when you saw a huge paper on a music-bar, saying that they were looking for some voices; you couldn’t help but write your contact on it. This was your chance.
Knowing you were this nervous, you asked only a few people to come to see you: Grayson, your best friend, and his girl, which also happened to be your girl best friend. And of course, your beautiful boyfriend, Ethan. It was a huge surprise for him knowing that his girl could sing but never showed it, so of course he was excited to see you on the little stage. He was really tired and busy that week, but he said and promised he was going to make it.
The girl who was hosting the little show went up the stage as soon as the song that a band was playing ended. She smiled at the few people that where on the bar, and raised her microphone to her mouth so she could speak.
“So awesome!” she almost shouted, making the speaker creek because of her high sound. “It’s so sad that it’s coming to an end, but we have one more person that is going to take our breath away with her voice!”
She never heard me sing.
“Let’s welcome the beautiful and talented, Y/N!”
You took one last breath before showing yourself on the stage. You could hear some people clapping, other chattering, and suddenly, a little scream. Your cheeks instantly blushed. Grayson was hollering your name, and his girl was laughing beside him but clapping loudly. You would have smiled at them, you were really happy they were there. But when your eyes landed on the empty chair beside them, your heart stung.
He wasn’t there.
It seemed that your face showed your surprise and disappointment, because when you looked at Gray, he was looking at you too, but sadly. He shrugged his shoulders and mouthed an “I don’t know”. Swallowing your feelings as soon as you started to feel them trying to prick your eyes, you looked at the girl beside you.
“Thank you very much” you said, and clearing your throat, you showed your best smile “This song meant a lot to me when I was growing up, and as it is the first time I sing in public, I thought this was the chance to express myself with it”
You sat on the high chair that was on the middle of the stage, moving the microphone’s stick so it could be at your height while sitting. Looking at the guy that was waiting for your sign so the song could start, he nodded his head as soon as you looked at him and the song started playing.
  Me prendí fuego para despojarme (I set myself on fire to deprive myself)
Para desvestirme para desnudarme. ( To undress me, to undress me)
Me incendie toda para no quedarme (I set myself on fire so I couldn’t stay)
Ni aun ni en el viento podrás encontrarme. (Not even in the wind you will find me)
You felt betrayed. He promised he would be there. You understood the fact that he was busy and tired, but so were you every time you went with him everywhere. Recording his videos, editing them, making some videos with him and Gray; all that, knowing that sometimes there was no time to rest. You’d been dating for more than a year now, and in all that time, you have never asked for anything, because you didn’t need to. And the one time you asked him to be there for you, because you needed him to, he couldn’t do it.
  Y fui luz, fui destello (And I was light, I was flash)
Fui dolor, fui humana... (I was pain, I was human)
Cuando fuiste agua (When you were wáter)
Yo crecí en llamas (I grew up in flames)
Y cuando fuiste fuego (And when you were fire)
Me cayeron las lágrimas, lágrimas. (I cried tears, tears)
Y cuando fuiste sueño (And when you were a dream)
Yo estaba despierta (I was awake)
Y tú tan dormido (And you so asleep)
No te diste cuenta, ni cuenta. (You didn’t even notice, even notice)
  The tears were really trying to let themselves fall, but it was your first time on a stage, you didn’t want to cry, not even because of Ethan. You repeated yourself that, trying to soothe the pain inside your heart, while trying to continue with the song.
  Me prendí fuego para que me vieras ( I set myself on fire so you could see me)
Pero estabas ciego y ya no sentías (But you were blind and didn’t feel anything)
Y ahora qué quieres encontrarme toda (And now that you want to find me completely)
No hay fuego ni llama ni amor ni ceniza. (There is no fire, no flame, no love, no ashes)
  Y fui luz, fui destello (And I was light, I was flash)
Fui dolor, fui humana... (I was pain, I was human)
Cuando fuiste agua (When you were wáter)
Yo crecí en llamas (I grew up in flames)
Y cuando fuiste fuego (And when you were fire)
Me cayeron las lágrimas, lágrimas. (I cried tears, tears)
Y cuando fuiste sueño (And when you were a dream)
Yo estaba despierta (I was awake)
Y tú tan dormido (And you so asleep)
No te diste cuenta, ni cuenta. (You didn’t even notice, even notice)
  Soy el aire en ti, volando sin fin (I am the air on you, flying without end)
Soy la gota de amor volviendo a sumar (I am the drop of love added back again)
Soy tu alma sin luz que ya se olvidó (I am your sould without light that has already forgotten)
En ese corazón que ya se paró. (In that heart that has already stopped)
  You blinked so many times, you really did. You tried anything to stop the tears, but as soon as you felt the first one, then there was another, and another, and so it went. The people watching you probably thought you were emotional because of the song and the meaning it had for you, but only two of them that were looking at you intently knew the real reason behind your wet cheeks.
  Y fui luz, fui destello (And I was light, I was flash)
Fui dolor, fui humana... (I was pain, I was human)
Cuando fuiste agua (When you were water)
Yo crecí en llamas (I grew up in flames)
Y cuando fuiste fuego (And when you were fire)
Me cayeron las lágrimas, lágrimas. (I cried tears, tears)
Y cuando fuiste sueño (And when you were a dream)
Yo estaba despierta (I was awake)
Y tú tan dormido (And you so asleep)
No te diste cuenta, ni cuenta te diste. (You didn’t even notice, even notice)
  No te diste cuenta, ni cuenta. (You didn’t even notice, even notice)
No te diste cuenta, ni cuenta (You didn’t even notice, even notice)
No te diste cuenta, ni cuenta (You didn’t even notice, even notice)
No te diste cuenta, ni cuenta (You didn’t even notice, even notice)
No te diste cuenta, ni cuenta. (You didn’t even notice, even notice)
  A sob wanted to escape your mouth as soon as you stopped singing. You could hear people clapping again, others hollering, and other where whistling. You feel your heart proud of yourself, even though the pain, you felt proud of yourself. But the only person who you wanted to really be there, was somewhere else, not working because his brother was watching your perfomance, and forgot completely about your night.
You were more disappointed than proud.
 ♦
The ride back home was silent. The only noise you could hear was the beat of the song that was played on a radio station. Neither Gray nor his girl said anything about Ethan, not only because you didn’t want to ask, but because they also were pissed off with him. Gray tried to contact him all afternoon, but his brother was nowhere to be seen or known.
The car stopped in front to the twins’ house, and even when the engine stopped under you, you didn’t get off the car. You were alone at the back; you wanted to be there so you could silently cry your heart out without having someone next to you, looking at you or trying to comfort you.
You were really hurt.
Gray’s eyes met yours when both of you looked at the rear-view mirror. He sighed.
“I am going to kill him, I promise”
Smirking a little bit, you tried to joke with him.
“We will take turns.”
If Ethan didn’t die after his brother’s turn.
Closing the car’s door after you got out, you froze on your place when you heard an angry scream and a curse, followed by some orders or something like that. Grayson could hear it to, and looking sideways at you, he lunged at the door. You and his girlfriend went right behind him, trying to stop him while he was walking to his brother’s room. He was fuming and he was going to kill his brother.
Almost breaking the door, Grayson glared at his brother, who had his eyes wide opened, with one of the headphones behind his ears and the joystick in his hands. He didn’t even saw you behind Grayson, he was much bigger than you and you were easily hidden behind his back.
“Grayson, what the--? What’s wrong?”
Oh no.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Ethan?! ‘What’s wrong’?!” he exploded, walking to Ethan who instantly let his headphones fall as soon as he stood up from his computer chair “Where the fuck were you all this time?”
Ethan furrowed his eyebrows.
“I was here playing some games, we didn’t have to work today, did we?” he asked confused, still not looking at your direction. Grayson’s girlfriend almost slapped her forehead with her palm after hearing Ethan’s question. “Did something happen?”
If you didn’t speak, Grayson was going to murder him. So clearing your throat, you make yourself notice.
“You didn’t come, Ethan.”
His hazel eyes landed on you the moment he heard your voice, and you could see the worry on his stare as soon as he noticed your tear stained cheeks. He looked confused too, still not comprehending the situation.
“What do you mean? What did I miss?”
Before you could answer, Grayson shoved his phone onto his brother’s chest. Ethan looked down, and when the video his brother opened on his phone started playing, he was speechless. As he listened to you singing that beautiful song, his heart stung with guilt and regret. You sang beautifully, but his heart completely broke when he saw the tears falling of your eyes when you were on the stage. And he knew, he knew he fucked up so bad.
When the video finished, the room fell silent. You didn’t want to speak, you thought that if you tried to, only mumbles and incoherent words would come out. That’s how you were; shy and awkward when it comes to trying to not to break in front of someone. So instead of saying something, you excused yourself and walked as fast as possible to the nearest bathroom, where you locked yourself, and finally, let the sob you were trying to hold since the second you noticed Ethan’s absence at the bar.
You felt stupid for crying. It was supposed to be the best night ever, where you should be proud instead of sad and disappointed, which made things worse, because it angered you that your night ended like shit. If it wasn’t because you were trying to be so loud with your crying, the slam of a door would have scared you. That was probably Grayson going to his room, and you confirmed it when you heard Gray’s girl say some loud stuff to Ethan before slamming the door again.
It wasn’t until some seconds later, or probably a minute, that you heard some heavy footsteps walk up to the other side of the door.
“Y/N? Baby?” you heard Ethan’s soft voice call “Can-Can you please open? I want to apologize, like, so bad. I-I have no excuses, I know, but-please, can you unlock the door?”
A part of you didn’t want to open the door. You still needed to calm or soothe the pain in your heart, and you had a little bit of pride when it came to betrayal. But it was your silly and cute boyfriend the one who was begging you not only to open the door, but to forgive him. Yes, you were still pretty mad, but he did have his right to explain himself or at least make a good apologize speech before you break his nose with a slam of the door.
Unlocking the door, you sighed before opening it. You had to look up to stare directly at his eyes, the height difference between you two was huge. He still had his brother’s phone in his hands, but his hazel eyes were on you, and when he opened his mouth to say something, he closed his eyes.
“You have no idea how fucking sorry I am. I-I don’t know what happened to me, I don’t know how I could forget a date so important to you. I just don’t know. But what I know is that you’re amazing, you’re so beautiful and so talented. And meanwhile, I’m a jerk that doesn’t deserves to be listened to right now but that needs to tell you how sorry he is and how much he loves you. With all his heart. And I’m really proud of you, baby, you fucking slayed up there.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at the end of his speech, tilting your head backwards and shaking it while still laughing. He was good with words, not with dates, but he really mended all the pain with some words. And that was one of the many reasons you were in love with Ethan Dolan.
When he regretted something, he knew exactly what to say to make you believe he was sorry.
Your eyes landed on him again, and then on his hands that were playing with the corner of the phone’s case. That was his nervous habit, which made you smile a little bit, and looking at his eyes again, you sighed.
“I’m going to draw you a fucking calendar next time, okay?”
Ethan smiled.
“Big on my room’s wall please.”
Laughing again, you threw yourself into your boyfriend’s arms, that hugged you tightly and warmly against his chest. You felt his lips kiss the top of your head, and his chin rest on top of it after that. 
“I love you, baby, and I love your voice.”
Smiling against the soft material of his hoodie, you smelled his scent.
“I love you too, assclown.”
Not only he was good with his words, but also he was good when it comes to make ups. Because the next day, as soon as you woke up and walked to the kitchen to get your morning coffee, you felt you heart beat so fast at the sight of a little stage made up with some boxes and chairs, meanwhile Ethan was sitting with his legs crossed on the floor, with Grayson and his girl beside him.
He was there.
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FIVE STAGES OF GRIEF~ self para [PG]
↪ TAGGING: Noah Puckerman ( @pucketknife ); mentions of Tzion and Calev Puckerman and Chevalier D. Syerus, Alderman of the SGA; ↪ LOCATION/TIME: NYADA Campus, Apeliotes #101; May 7th & 8th; Monday morning through Tuesday morning; ↪ SYNOPSIS: After the verdict, Puck has to figure out what comes next; ↪ WARNINGS: language and slight signs of depression, if any, but nothing major;
Monday morning starts just like any other day, before dawn with a quick run through the empty Campus, nothing but a few faces in sight (either drunk people still unaware the weekend is over or other runners, some people he recognizes from his slaying courses and people he sees on a regular basis, who wave or nod at him as he passes them by). Still, Puck doesn’t usually pay attention to anything but his music and the path ahead of him, the burn of his muscles and the rhythm of his breathing.
That's why he’s surprised when the music stops with the incoming call. He stops and answers as he walks to a water fountain and takes a sip, and it’s even more surprising to hear no one but Tzion Puckerman on the other end of the line. His uncle never calls, and his voice is stern even through his headphones, clearly unhappy to be having this conversation.
"What is it?" Puck asks, his breathing fast due to the jogging as he begins stretching, "Why're you callin'? Did someone die?" It’s not a joke. He couldn’t think of any other reason why Tzion would bother picking up the phone. For a moment, he thinks of his cousins, wonders if he should be worried, but his uncle is fast to blow him off, tells him everyone's okay and that there’s something else he’s calling about. 
"Then what is it? It's not like you're one of those people who just calls someone when they miss-"
"The Assembly's gonna call you in a moment," Tzion cuts him off, clearly not amused with Puck's little one-liners, "You're suspended without pay."
Puck freezes, and if the phone had been in his hand, he would’ve probably dropped it.
"The fuck? What the-"
"There was a trial,” he says, “something about a fire. You forgot to mention it, I assume. They said you killed some Lusus. I'd say good job, but, y'know. I'm not happy about the news."
He's most definitely not happy. Clearly. But neither is Puck.
"I didn't do shit," he replies through gritted teeth, adrenaline flowing through his veins, anger filling up his chest.
"Well, it's clear you didn't," Tzion barks back. "You didn't cover up your fucking tracks, Amram. And now it's our Clan that has to pay for your mistakes."
"That's not-"
Puck can't finish his sentence before Tzion is talking over him again.
"You were supposed to be better than this," he voices, low and dangerous. It reminds Puck of his own father. It makes him flinch involuntarily. "You were supposed to be the next big thing."
"Tzion..." He's frozen, unable to know what he's supposed to say, what he's supposed to do.
"Don't," the head of the Puckerman Clan states, and Puck can almost see the disappointment and anger painted on his face. "Don't dishonor our Clan any further with your excuses. Don't call us, Amram."
The call ends and the music comes back, but Puck feels like he's been beaten up with a bat, left bloody and broken in a ditch.
His life is over, and for what.
This cannot be happening.
He goes straight back to his dorm and checks the news, punching the keyboard keys loudly until the headline appears in the NYADAily.
"The end of an era..." It sure was.
Puck swallows hard as his eyes fly through the article, the monster inside him growing as he reads more.
Fuchs’ claimed that he had also been brainwashed by Lusus Naturae, a trickster who took advantage of his position to use his home as a “base for [their] illegal happenings.” Fuchs says he was also tricked into seeing his home as a “picture-perfect dollhouse. [He] was unaware of the decor or how it had been changed.”
Bullshit.
Defence lawyer Jennifer Walters, L.L.M, has acknowledged that Fuchs kidnapped various Lusus Naturae victims ranging from selkies to lamias, but successfully countered the prosecution’s claim that the defendant used enchantment magic and killed several victims in premeditated assault. 
Bullshit.
Evans and Puckerman had been charged with involuntary and voluntary manslaughter
Bull
Evans, under the prosecution, is getting off with a $20,000 fine for model behavior. The jurors believed it to be a honest mistake. 
Puckerman, however, has been demoted to an unknown rank in the Slayers’ Guild, has been stripped of his weapons and badge, and is on unpaid leave until further notice as internal investigations are underway.
Shit.
His knuckles go white as he holds onto the edge of his desk.
One trial member, who does not wish to be named, says it was “deserved… That brute was no different than a thug.”
His computer claps loudly as he closes it shut and he throws the chair across the room, feeling the tears prickling at his eyes, a painful yell toring his throat.
He should've never tried to help.
"You have to understand, Cal," Puck hurries his words, tries to find a way to explain himself to his cousin that calls as an official Secretary of the Guild to let put the final nail to his career's coffin. He tries to stop the unavoidable ending even when he knows neither of them have a voice in the situation, but he can't make himself stop.
"I don't know what happened. You have to tell your dad, it's not my fault." 
In other circumstances, he'd rather be caught dead than begging, but right then and there, he can't do anything but. "Please, Cal. I did nothing wrong. Nothing. I was set up by those fucking lawyers, I was protecting someone else! I was protecting myself! You have to know I'm not lying, you have to know, he's the one who should be paying, not me!”
"I'm sorry, A," he says, and even if his voice is warmer than his uncle's, more human and almost pitiful, almost caring, it doesn't make it any better. "There's nothing to do. One of the Aldermen is heading your way right now. Just hand him your badge and weapons. Don't make it harder than it needs to be."
Puck can't even reply, and he bites down on his lip hard.
"I'm really sorry," Calev repeats with honesty.
He feels the salty taste of tears on his lips.
"Yeah," he nods to himself, voice cracking only slightly. "Me too."
It's past midday when Alderman Syerus knocks at his door. Puck has finally managed to compose himself, but as he sees him there, his soul falls to his feet. The man asks for his things, and Puck is almost ready to plead his case, tell him exactly what happened in Fuch's house, tell the whole story again and again until he understood he was making the wrong call, he was punishing the wrong man for something he was forced to do.
He’s abotu to open his mouth when he remembers Tzion's words.
Don't disgrace us any further;
He remembers Calev's apologetic voice.
Don't make this harder than it needs to be;
So, he doesn't. He gives the Alderman his badge and his favorite gun, the first one his father ever gave him, the first one he's ever held, the first one he's ever killed with, and lets him know where his truck is, how he can get the rest. 
Just like that, his whole life comes to a halt.
Puck stands on the threshold long after Syerus leaves, eyes fixed on the elevator in which he disappeared as he tries to figure out his next step.
When he closes the door behind him, he still doesn't know what to do. He’s at a blank.
So he sleeps.
He wakes up in the middle of the night, the clock ticking loudly in contrast to the silence of the empty room. He's glad Finn's not here, that the school had chosen such a perfect moment to do their exchange program and that he won't have to talk about the result of the trial and his future for at least a week or two. His stomach is empty, growling, but he eyes the little fridge from his bed and groans, turning towards the wall as he curls into himself.
Maybe later.
He stares at the ceiling, eyes fixed in the white roof on top of him. His alarm had gone off a while ago, but unlike any other day, he's still in bed. The sun is up, shining bright, warm light through the open window, and Puck's gaze is blank as he replays the day of the Brownstone fire in his head.
He wonders what had been said about him in the trial; how he ended up without a future while Fuchs didn't get his magic revoked; how Sam had gotten away with a $20,000 fine while he had been punished for doing nothing but his job.
He had done everything he thought right, keeping a low profile after giving his statement, keeping cool and keeping to himself. He avoided all kinds of conflict and applied himself to school, studying hard and even getting good grades (at the very least, good for him). He had even rejected the few jobs the Guild had offered him only to keep a good appearance. Everything for a jury of people he didn't know, in a case he didn't care about, for a cause he didn't believe in.
If he had known how'd that go, he wouldn't have wasted his time in the first place. If he had let the Lusus burn in the fire, he wouldn’t be standing where he was right then.
A breeze seeps into the window, caressing his skin as he lets his eyes fall shut for a second, and he can’t help but wonder what comes next.
Puck doesn't remember a life before being a Slayer. 
He knows there was one. A place where he came from, somewhere he called a home, a kid he used to be, something that meant everything to him, a person he was supposed to be. 
But it’s all gone; he doesn't have it anymore. It was left behind when he met his father, and whoever he was then had died long ago.
He couldn’t look back. He simply couldn’t.
Yet the question invaded his mind, and the words seemed to glow up on top of him.
If I'm not a Slayer, then what am I?
It made him feel lost, like a faint memory of a previous life in which a kid called out for his mother in the middle of a supermarket as tears washed down his face. It made him feel useless and out of place, wonder what was he still doing there if there was a chance he would never become the person he had planned to be.
However, that was not all there was to it. Something brewed in his stomach, bubbling like a boiling cauldron, fighting to come out like an alien. It was something he had never felt before, or at least not with the same intensity, a question that was always there, but he never dared to ask.
If I can't be who I am, then, who am I going to be?
He can't remember the last time someone had asked him that and he had replied with anything but "the best Slayer ever known." Yet his response couldn't be that one anymore, at least not until he served his time. It only left an open door to a new answer, something he had never really asked his own self:
Who do I want to be?
He sighs and checks his phone to see it was just half past ten. He had never been in bed for so long. He had never slept for so many hours straight. He had never had so much time to just chill and do nothing. He had never had time to figure out what he really wanted.
A small smile formed on his lips as the realization dawned onto him.
Even after the trial, even after being suspended, even after being targeted as a brute and a thug, Puck was given something new, something he had never had before.
Puck had a choice.
The only downside to it was, Puck didn't have any idea what he was supposed to do with it.
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Of all the people you could have pissed off
Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader
Fandom: Spider-Man: Homecoming
Request: Can you do a peter parker x reader where the reader is tony stark’s daughter and she’s new at peter’s school. And so like he tries to get Ned to talk to her, but she doesn’t like Ned so he has to talk to her himself and he’s very nervous. And when he meets her dad, he gets scared af. Sorry it’s so long!
Warnings: Cussing, using google translate for Spanish, overprotective dad, scared af Peter
Hope you like it!
“No dad I don’t need a backpack that can turn into an Iron Man suit. This is just school.”
“Exactly, I don’t want anyone to mess with you!”
(Y/n) rolled her eyes “Dad, my last name is Stark, no one’s gonna mess with me, and if they did, I can handle myself.”
“Yeah, about that. Your name won’t be Stark at school. You’re going as (Y/n) Smith.” Tony explained.
“How original”
Peter was on his way to Spanish when he saw her. The most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. She had her bag hanging loosely on her shoulder, and she was talking to a teacher with a piece of paper in her hands.
When the teacher pointed down the hall where Peter was standing, he immediately turned around and walked the other way, a blush fresh on his face.
It was at lunch when he saw her again, and when Ned discovered his best friend wasn’t listening to a word he said, he knew something was up. Following Peter’s gaze, he saw a girl, a very pretty one. 
“Peter” Ned said, repeating himself for the fifth time.
“Y-yeah. That’s great Ned. Really cool.” 
Ned smirked “Ok, what was I talking about?”
“Y-your new comic book?” He guessed
Ned laughed “No. Dude, if you like her go talk to her.“
Peter stared at his friend, a shocked expression on his face “And embarrass myself? I don’t think so. I’d probably scare her off before I could say hi.” then as he thought, an idea popped into his head “But, you could.”
“Huh?”
“You could talk to her for me. Say good things about me or something.”
Ned started laughing, but when he realized Peter wasn’t, he stopped, “Wait, you’re serious?” 
Peter nodded “Please?”
“Fine, but you owe me.”
Ned had her in his math class an hour later. When she walked in, the teacher introduced her as (Y/n) Smith, but when she sat down in the desk next to him, he could see that she looked familiar. Like he’d seen her before.
“Do I know you?” he asked.
She looked over at him “No, I don’t think so.”
“No, I’ve seen you before” he said causing her to look back up again.
“I really don’t remember you. I’m trying to work here, if you don’t mind.”
But Ned didn’t give up “Nope I’ve definitely seen you before”
“Maybe I look like someone you’ve seen before or something, but I’m trying to do my work and it’s kind of hard to do with you constantly talking.”
“But you just-”
She glared at him “You know, it’s not that hard to not talk.”
That’s when he remembered his promise to Peter.
“Did you do it?” Peter asked at the end of the day.
“Do what? Oh, talk to her. Yeah, about that…” He trailed off “I don’t think she likes me all that much.”
“What! What did you do Ned?!”
“Well, she just looked so familiar, I just - You know what, that doesn’t matter, what does is that you are gonna have to talk to her yourself.”
The next day was very stressful for Peter. All throughout the day he looked for her, even in classes she wasn’t in. He was so anxious, waiting for the right moment to approach her, that he almost forgot about his Spider-Man duties. 
The moment came when she was outside her locker, which just so happened to be near Peter’s. 
She was getting her backpack, loading it with books and homework, getting ready to leave when he walked up to his own locker. She turned and smiled “Hi Peter”
He was shocked that she even knew his name “H-hey (Y/n), h-how are you?”
“Good” she laughed “Busy with a history paper, but luckily it’s due in a few days, not tomorrow.”
He took his chance “Me too. W-we can work on that t-together on that, i-if you want, I-I know this really good sandwich shop-”
“Of course Peter! Is tomorrow good?” She grinned, making Peter blush.
“Y-yeah that’s great!”
“Hey honey, how was school?” Tony asked as his daughter came through the door.
“It was great. I’m gonna be late coming home tomorrow, I’m meeting a boy from my class, we’re going to work on a paper.”
This made Tony’s head shoot up “Like a date?”
(Y/n) turned around pretending to get something out of her bag to conceal her blush. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t like Peter, he was cute, smart, and adorably awkward. “No dad, it’s not a date. We’re just working on some homework.”
“That’s not what he’s thinking, I guarantee it. Maybe if I just-” 
But she read his mind “I swear if you have Natasha or Clint follow me, I will never speak to you again.”
“It’s not like you would know they were there.” he said under his breath, not expecting her to hear.
“Yeah I would dad, you send them so much, I can spot them without a second glance. You think I didn’t notice them following me to school this morning?”
He sat down defeated “Fine, but no funny business.”
“Kinda hard to do that in the middle of a sandwich shop”
When the bell rang the next day, (Y/n) and Peter walked over to a sandwich shop in Queens.
“Hey Mr. Delmar” Peter waved as they walked in.
“Hey Peter, the usual?”
“Yup, a number four, with pickles, and can you smoosh it down real flat? Thanks.”
Then he looked at (Y/n), who just looked down from the menu, “I’ll have a number 6, please”
“Coming right up” 
As (Y/n) went to sit down, Mr. Delmar turned to Peter “te gusta esta chica?” (you like this girl?)
He blushed, but tried to pull it off “sólo estamos para trabajar en tareas“ (we are just here to work on homework)
Mr. Delmar nodded unbelieving “Mmhmm” and handed him his sandwiches.
By the time they were done, both Peter and (Y/n) had laughed more than they had done any work, meaning it had taken twice as long as it should have. But neither of them minded.
As they were packing up, (Y/n)’s phone went off, but she answered it before Peter could see Tony’s face pop up on the screen.
“Hey dad”
“Yes, we’re done”
“Yes, you can pick me up”
“Ok, I’ll meet you there.”
“Well, I had fun today, maybe we could do this again sometime.” she said as she packed her stuff into her backpack.
“Y-yeah, definitely. S-say, would you l-like to g-go o-out-”
Seeing how nervous he was, (Y/n) answered quickly, “Yes Peter, I’ll go out with you” then she kissed his cheek, leaving him a blushing mess, before going to meet her father.
When his daughter got in the car with a huge smile on her face, Tony knew what happened “So, not a date, huh.”
She blushed “Shut up.”
“It’s just, you do know I’m going to have to keep an eye on whoever this kid is right? And it would be easier if I knew his name.”
“Well, I’m not telling you if you’re going to scare him to death by showing up to his apartment in the middle of the night in your Iron Man suit, saying in some deep voice ‘You shall not hurt my daughter’”
Tony scoffed “I would not show up in my suit-”
“Yes, you would.”
“You don’t know-” he muttered under his breath, until he caught sight of a nodding Happy in the front seat. “Ok, but I still want to meet the guy”
(Y/n) looked over “Do you have to?” but seeing his ‘dad look’ she sighed “fine, I’ll tell him.”
When (Y/n) said her father wanted to meet him, Peter would be lying if he said he didn’t freak out. This was completely internal, of course, but (Y/n) could see his face as he said “O-okay”
“Don’t worry, I can handle him if he gets to out of hand. He is the biggest drama queen to ever walk this Earth, but I’ll be there to glare at him.”
Peter laughed nervously “O-okay, great”
She smiled “Cool, I’ll see you after school then.” and gave him a quick kiss before running off to class.
What Peter certainly didn’t expect was to walk a few blocks, then to get picked up by a fancy car.
Another thing he didn’t expect was to hear what sounded like the faint voice of Happy Hogan from the front seat. But he told himself he was just imagining his worst nightmare. 
Peter would take anything over getting lectured by Tony Stark for dating his daughter. Peter knew he had a daughter, everybody did, but no one had actually seen her.
Tony was also freaking out, hoping more than anything that his daughter wouldn’t bring home someone awful. Yet even after Natasha’s lecture, he was still preparing to chew someone out if he needed.
He was having Happy meet him at one of his daughter’s favorite restaurants, a room to themselves, of course. He didn’t want to risk meeting them at the tower, that would completely ruin the surprise. He knew he would be less intimidating if they already knew that Tony Stark was her father, and he didn’t want that by any means.
But whoever he was expecting, the last person he would have ever guessed, was the one to walk through the door.
“Parker?” Peter heard Tony’s voice echo through the room “You’re dating Parker!?”
(Y/n) looked at both of them, her dad, who’s face was a mix of shock and anger, and Peter, who looked like he was going to shit himself. 
“H-hey Mr. Stark” he was surprised he even go those few words out. He was living his worst nightmare. Mr. Stark was absolutely going to kill him. He was definitely wishing he had said goodbye to Aunt May.
“Don’t you ‘hey Mr. Stark’ me, Parker. Of all the women you could’ve gone out with, you choose my daughter? What happened to that ‘Liz‘ girl. I swear-”
“DAD!” (Y/n) yelled to get his attention, and when she had it she continued, “First off, I was unaware you two knew each other, and I’m going to need answers on that later. Second, dad, you don’t need to yell and scare him to death. Even though I’m proud of you for not bringing your suit” Peter gulped at the thought
“You don’t need to do this. And stop with the whole speech thing. Peter is a great person, who isn’t going to hurt me, if that’s what you’re worried about. There, problem solved.”
Tony walked up to Peter and whispered in his ear “If you do hurt her, me taking away your suit will be the punishment you wish you had”
Peter gulped, “I-I won’t. I-I promise”
“Good, now how about dinner? I’m buying.”
“Dude” Ned said “You’re dating Tony Stark’s daughter. That’s so cool.” Then he paused, a sudden realization hitting him “THAT’S WHERE I SAW HER! Someone posted a picture on some website saying they thought she was a Stark! Oh my God.”
“Yup, and she thinks you’re annoying.” Peter laughed “Of all people you could have pissed off Ned…“
“Oh, shut up Peter”
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Gender: Female
Birthday: December 23rd
Occupation: Unemployed, Fundraiser
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Traits: //
Positive Traits:
+ Ambitious - Many may think that being the spoiled youngest daughter, Narcissa was perhaps the most selfish of the Black sisters. Quite the opposite. Life made her realize that if she didn't take care of herself and weren't ambitious enough to keep her from the same luxuries of her single life, she would be in terrifying condition. Her ambition made her realize that Lucius was the best candidate. Money, stability, Status, and of course, pureblood. Cissa saw in him a lot of potential to rise within the Ministry. Also, their children would be brought up in a world very similar to what they had lived so far. Without this ambition, she would never be balanced there compared to both sisters. Someone had to make the family name stand for years in a perfect lineage, and that would be her. Narcissa was never content with little or anything, was it too much to ask for anything beyond? Or demand someone your best?
+ Observant - She is a woman of few words with those she would instead not be found nearby. Since Andromeda and Sirius had chosen to leave, she had realized that she had not lived up to her ability to observe and read the scenery that was included to protect herself from any situation. It's also a way of protecting herself from Bella, who had begun to become even more obsessed with war. If Narcissa weren't careful, she'd be burying a husband and defending herself due to her older sister.
+ Cunning - Thinking about Narcissa's beautiful traits, Cunning shouldn't be a surprise. She prefers to act more in the shadows, let herself be seen and allow people to observe her beauty while having a plan in mind. She had often thought of doing this to Lucius, enticing him to follow his plans and ideas for an improvement in the family's heritage, but in Malfoy's influence. Politics, this was the Black's daughter who had the most exceptional ability to get involved with the Ministers, make them laugh and get various amounts of money for "orphanages," "nursing homes," etc. that hid much of the structure for the Death Eaters.
Negative Traits:
- Submissive: Narcissa wasn't raised to be a leader like her big sister, letting her alone bringing honor to the Black's. However, she was prepared to be a wife, being married to someone who made her legs tremble, and she might be able to be ruled by him. She'd like to work in pairs, but she preferred someone who kept guiding her as usual, so it was very worrying when Bella ordered her to do things. Since the younger is submissive to the older, she could get into situations that would cause problems to her new family and herself forever by being unable to escape. Bella could be very persuasive, and her desire for Lucius could also be dangerous.
- Snobbish: Cissy is an elitist. She lives among the best and highest leaders in the wizarding world and would never get involved with anyone below her. What can be a great form of alliance for your work also becomes your biggest enemy? When it comes to having to deal with those worm children who were in charge of the charity fundraising events, she needed to fake interest in them, and on rare occasions, people would realize. She judges people by their clothing, personality and including their speech.
- Cold: She could never deny that with a busy life, she feels cold internally. She hoped Lucius would be able to rekindle the flame of affection or affection, but perhaps it was too broken and frozen for that.
 Strengths:
- Transfiguration: With the best of her senior year with this subject, Narcissa likes to study techniques even nowadays, profoundly honing her talent with this science. From time to time, she modifies her hair to test changes, as well as other body parts and the house, to hide the things the Dark Lord asks for them.
- Protective: Cissy had promised to protect Lucius from any situation and his family, so she tends to be quite intense when it comes to them. That means learning some dark spells to protect them and yourself as well.
- Area Defense Spells: Able to drown out the sounds of torture, as well as hiding the body locations, part of their responsibility in addition to raising funds for the Death Eaters, was also able to conceal the kidnappings. None of them usually came back alive anyway, so creating a maze for them seemed to entertain him for a long time.
 Flaws:
- Love: She will love Lucius like she never imagined. That means she would be willing to go against her own family to protect him. She is well aware that when this happened, it might not be easy to deal with Bella and the others, but she would try to make Lucius no longer need them but go on without the Death Eaters.
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Biography: //
Being born a Black meant being sure that she had won the magic lottery. Part of one of the existing purist families in the United Kingdom, Narcissa, had gained the glances of the magical world since uttering the first sounds. Beautiful, her blond hair stood out in the crowd of dark ones, as well as the kind smile she offered to every person who was introduced from a young age. She enjoyed the adult events, where she listened to her parents' conversations and loved the high society dances she could attend until defined times. A young lady like Cissy needed to follow specific rules that were part of her charm, and if allowed, she would create new ones herself.
School for her had been like an opera. She knew her role, was able to transit everywhere extraordinarily. Cissy had never paired with a muggleborn or even halfbloods. Her record was impeccable, and her talent for getting teachers to help her do what she wanted was delicious to watch. Everything was going well until Sirius had left the family. He that rebel made Cissy's life very difficult, but at least he brought her something different. A freshness she was not always expected, but that seemed welcome when she lived with someone who insisted on being against the imposed rules. Andromeda had been her best ally in the situation, accepting that Sirius was just another stranger in the crowd.
But when Andromeda left her, her heart ached. It was the time when her parents turned to Narcissa with all the rigidity and weight that had never imposed before. Bella watched each of her steps as if mistakes and weaknesses had come after their perfect creation. No one had protected her, and there, with an arranged fianceé and finding herself holding the Blacks' crown of thorns, she wondered if the situation was worth dealing with. Gradually, the war began to demand from Bella. Narcissa's parents realized that she'd be smarter enough to not follow in the footsteps of two ignorant, allowed her to breathe again. However, she had the crown and she would make every second count as the queen of her family.
Marrying Lucius was the right thing to do. She might not know him as well as she had expected from her marriage, but she would have her whole life. In the middle of the war, adding the fact of feeling so alone, she was tempted to read Andromeda's letter about the story of her escape. For the first time, Cissy missed her sister and would like to have someone to help her. Regulus was dead, Bella was going crazy, and Lucius wouldn't understand her. Sirius now lived like a wanton, and for the first time, the queen was alone thinking of seriously stepping out of her tallest pose to embrace a filthy commoner.
What was happening to you, Narcissa?//
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Interview: // Choose three of the following questions about your character to answer. Ideally these would be at least a paragraph each. 
• Why did your character join the Order / Death Eaters / remain neutral?
It wasn't Narcissa's first choice to be Death Eater. She doesn't have the mark, and she prefers it, just serving and without having to mark her beautiful skin with that tattoo. With her parents' pressure on her to keep up the supremacy, Bella more involved with the war, and Lucius being a Death Eater was the logical way. She would prefer to remain neutral, to be honest. This dream would help her to raise her future family much more safely, but unfortunately, Bella would not let Cissy just turn her back on an idea that had been marked in their hearts.
• Why did they choose their occupation?
Cissy has always been involved with great and influential leaders of the Wizarding World. It all started with a small amount of money for charity. Sooner, she was on various committees, giving her a chance to do what she liked best for high society and also having time to be home and taking care of her husband. She takes care of at least 4 annual events, ensuring that all of her charities receive as much money as possible, diverting most of the money to the Death Eaters by using fake notes inside Gringotts to deceive anyone looking to evaluate.
• What do they think about the war / muggle society?
Cissy never cared much about the war. She knows that her sister, if she knows this, will bother her, but in the end, it only spoils her nails. She would rather see her husband becoming minister than deal with those filthy floors and bloodstained garments. //
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