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#no because tell me why my sister got to explain to people why she kicked out a dude for saying slurs. quickly.
saberlight1 · 3 months
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lost signals & tunes — coriolanus snow
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pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader
warnings: slight tbosas spoilers, angst, mentions of violence, injustice in the districts, possessive!snow, trauma, kinda mean!snow, talks of a breakup, arguments, standard ballad of songbirds and snakes warnings.
authors note: i’m back for round 3!!! i’m so happy that you all like this series so far as much as i do. here are the links to part 1 & 2, if you missed them. this one is sad and angsty, i’m sorry. the song y/n sings is by frank santra! anyways, i hope you enjoy this one! much love.
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Since your last real conversation with Coriolanus, he had been acting different. He was colder, and you didn’t know if you were simply going crazy, or if he just going out of his way to ignore you.
But regardless, you were hurt. When you tried to speak to him, he would say he had somewhere to be. And maybe he did, but you just wished he’d spend time with you.
You missed him, really.
Lucy Gray frowned as she watched you from across the room. You and the Covey were all getting ready backstage at the Hob where you were set to perform shortly. Even if you were cousins, you and Lucy Gray were brought up as sisters and knew the other probably better than you knew yourselves.
She watched you as you were deep in thought, and she knew something was troubling you. She walked over, and with a click of her tongue she gained your attention.
With a raise of her eyebrows you already knew what she was thinking. “Lucy Gray, please. Not right now,”
She raised her hands up in surrender, sitting down next to you on the couch. “I was just gonna ask what was wrong,”
“I’m sorry,” You sighed, rubbing your temple. “I’m stressed out,”
“Talk to me,” She softly smiled, her hand coming up to comfortably rub your shoulder.
“Coriolanus has just been acting weird, and I don’t know why. I think.. I think when we were at the lake I said something that he didn’t like, or something.” You vented. “Just ever since we got back, he’s been off. Or maybe I’m just delusional.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at yourself. “Christ, Gray, I’m loosin’ it.”
She giggled. “You got a bad case of the love blues, it sounds to me, Y/N.” She repeated the same thing your mothers used to say all the time when talking about past relationships.
A small smile blessed your features. “I think you may be on to somethin’.” You sighed, again. “I just wish he’d at least talk to me, y’know? Let me know whatever I’ve done, so I can fix it, or if he wants to break up just fuckin’ tell me. I hate when shit just lingers.”
“I know.” She shook her head. “Listen, if he doesn’t realize how damn good he’s got it, then he ain’t worth it. You know better. And I know you two got history and what not, but if he stressin’ you out so bad you can’t even enjoy a performance, I’d say ya need to talk to the boy.” She explained, shrugging. “Or leave his ass. You deserve better,”
You chuckled. “Only you, Lucy Gray, could manage to make me laugh while talking about my relationship problems.” You shook your head, playfully.
A smile came back to her face. “You know it, now, c’mon we got a show to play.” She stood up, holding her hand out for you to take.
She brought you over to the rest of the Covey, Issac immediately bringing you into a side hug.
“Aye, sis, you want me to kick that boy’s ass?” He asked, smiling goofy.
You laughed. “No, please.”
“Alright, alright.“ He shook his head. “Let’s go, folks!”
Once you all were out on stage, all of the struggles and worries wrestling around your mind faded, and a smile brightly displayed on your face as you sang along with your family. You didn’t even realize how fast it was going by because you were enjoying yourself.
Until you saw his smirk in that crowd.
You were scanning the crowd as normal, loving to see all of different people coming to together to enjoy music when you saw him. He was in the back of the room, alone, his arms crossed over his chest as he smirked at you.
His gaze almost made you feel uneasy, his sharp eyes boring into yours. Lucy Gray wrapped up one of her songs, turning on her heel and winking at you, her signal to let you know it was your turn on the mic.
You sighed before standing up, grabbing your guitar and walking up to the mic.
“Hey, twelve,” You smiled, looking at the crowd. “How y’all doin’ tonight, huh?” They all cheered in return, making your smile grow bigger. “That’s what I like to hear! Alright, here’s the song.”
Over and over, I keep goin’ over the world we knew.
You began, singing deeply and sharply into the mic, staring into Coriolanus’ eyes.
Once when you walked beside me,
That inconceivable, that unbelievable world we knew,
When we two were in love.
Your eyes burned into his as the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only you and him as you sang to him. He knew it was about him, most of your songs were.
And every bright neon sign turned into stars,
And the sun and the moon seemed to be ours.
Each road that we took turned into gold,
But the dream was too much for you to hold.
Your voice boomed across the pub, the couples holding each other and the singles downing their shots in misery. You touched all their hearts with the song, somehow. His eyebrows furrowed as he truly listened to the lyrics, seeing how you wrote about your love and pain, and he wondered if it was still about him.
I mean, he hadn’t hurt you, right? He didn’t think him ignoring you for a week or two would push you this far.
Now, over and over I keep goin’ over the world we knew.
Days when you used to love me.
Issac and Cece took over for the music break, as you turned to blink away the tears that threatened to spill.
And every bright neon sign turned into stars,
And the sun and the moon seemed to be ours.
Each road that we took, it turned into the gold,
But the dream was too much for you to hold.
The tears only got closer to dropping from your eyes as you kept singing, just trying to get through the song. You tried focusing on the beautiful music the Covey produced behind you and put your all into your singing.
Now, over and over I keep goin’ over the world we knew.
Days when you used to love me,
Over and over I keep goin’ over that world we knew.
You finished with one last strum of your guitar, and the melodies of Lucy Gray and Maudie Ivory next to you. The crowd erupted in cheers and claps.
“Thank you!” You smiled as the rest of your family joined you, bowing. After saying your goodbyes, you stalked off stage as fast as you could, ignoring the concerned gaze from Coriolanus.
“Your singing was beautiful, I love that song.” Lucy Gray said as she walked beside you. “But I do want to give that boy a stern talkin’ to for makin’ you feel that way.”
You grabbed her wrist. “No, Lucy. Let me talk to him.” She looked at you with raised brows, the pair of you exchanging words with your eyes. Eventually she nodded, stepping forward and letting you walk.
You walked through the corridor that led back out to the dance floor, your eyes looking for that familiar face. But it seemed to be that he found you before you could find him, the man already walking towards you.
You crossed your arms, turning on your heel to walk deeper into the corridor so no one would be around. You knew he’d follow, so you leaned against the wall, popping the gum in your mouth.
“There you are,” He called as he turned the corner, seeing you standing there. He walked over to stand in front of you. “Y/N, that song—”
“Cut the shit,” You cut him off. “What’s been goin’ on with you, Coriolanus?”
His eyebrows furrowed at your forwardness. “What do you mean?”
“I mean you avoidin’ me. You been actin’ weird since the lake, Coryo.” You sighed, pushing yourself off the wall to get eye to eye with the man before you. “If this is about what I said about runnin’ away..”
He rubbed his temple, staying silent.
“Coriolanus, do you expect me to enjoy life here? Watchin’ people get hung every other day, scared for my own damn life? My families lives?” You threw your arms out, scoffing. “Why would I want to stay?”
“Because of me!” He cut off your rant with a whisper yell. “I wanted you to want to stay, with me. Or.. come with me to the Capitol.”
“You know how I feel about that.”
“I know. And I wish I could change that.” He stepped forward a bit. “Because I don’t want to be away from you, Y/N.”
Your eyes softened. “Coryo, I don’t want to be away from you either. Hell, I’ve been thinkin’ about you for weeks just because you didn’t talk to me,” You bitterly laughed at your own foolishness. “But, look, if this is gon’ cause a problem between us, then maybe we should just call it off here, ‘cause even if it’ll hurt like hell, if we don’t got trust in each other then we got dirt.” You shrugged, even though the words you spoke felt like a dagger to the heart.
“No.” He shook his head immediately, his hands reaching out to grip your hips, almost seeming to make sure you wouldn’t run. “I’m not letting you go, no. Definitely not over this.”
“Then what do you want from me?” You asked, your eyes flickering between his. “You iced me out for 2 weeks because of what I said, then when I give you a solution, you say no?”
“Because that solution is us not being together.” He said, firmly. “That is the last thing I want. This whole thing started because I’m afraid of being away from you, Y/N.” He finally admitted.
You sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me that? We could’ve worked this out together.”
His hands slid up your body to cradle your face. “I was afraid. I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean for this. I didn’t mean to hurt you,”
You looked down. “You scared me, you asshole. I thought you didn’t want to be with me anymore.”
He frowned, tapping softly on your cheek to get your attention back onto him. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way, I always want to be with you. We will figure this out, I promise you that. I.. I’m just not good with talking about things with people, y’know…”
A soft smile spread over your face. “Yeah, I know. Just.. talk to me next time, okay? I hate when we don’t talk.” You said, walking into his arms.
He sighed happily at the contact, nuzzling his face his your hair to inhale your scent. “I will, my love.” He sighed, pulling back and licking his lips. “That song, though, it was beautiful. What is it called?”
You continued to smile. “You didn’t figure it out? It’s called ‘The World We Knew’ and, before you even ask, yes, it’s about you.”
His smiled slowly faded. “I made you feel that way?”
You swallowed, your smile gone as well. “Coryo.. these past two weeks, I thought it was over between us. When I wrote that, I was trying to come to terms with it.”
“Well, now you know that we’ll forever be in that world we apparently knew.” He joked, making you giggle.
He leaned forward to place a loving kiss on your lips, causing you to moan against his lips. He pulled back at the noise, looking at you with a smirk. “I have just the idea to make it up to you,”
You laughed when you saw that glint in his eye, kissing him again. “Show me what you got, big boy.” 
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ameagrice · 3 months
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chapter thirty | fine line
percy jackson x fem reader
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There are silver streaks shared by Annabeth and Percy, scattered through their hair.
It’s something that will connect them forever, you know for certain. It’s a symbol of a shared strength.
It’s just one more thing to make your heart melt.
Realistically, you should feel nothing but proud of them both, and in your own way, you do. But there has been too much loss to feel any sort of good from the ending, and you can’t get Zoe Nightshade’s death from your mind.
“I can see the stars, my lady,” she whispered, so gently you’d barely heard her at all. The wound on her side gaped, and bled, the golden ichor of an immortal on her way out. An inch of a smile appeared on her face, struggling, before it dropped, and the light faded from Zoe Nightshade’s eyes. A wisp of silvery light lifted from her lips, drifting up into the air, before it, too, faded.
In the sky, the stars showed an image of a girl, running across the sky. Zoe Nightshade had, finally, found her peace.
Atlas was in his rightful place. His daughter had been stolen from the world. Luke Castellan was kicked to his death by Thalia’s action.
Except, they couldn’t find a body.
Body, upon body, upon body. They just kept piling up.
Bianca; Zoe; Luke. Lost lives; people who could have had so much more than they were given.
But Gods who couldn’t care any less.
And if you had to, you’d bet they didn’t even know their names.
You could see now, just why Luke was so angry. Because you felt it too. And it was terrifying.
“You don’t believe me about Luke,” Annabeth said, sounding faded amongst your thoughts. “We’ll see him again. He’s just under Kronos’s spell.”
Thalia jolted away, somehow seemingly unbothered by the height at which you travelled in the sky, Artemis in the lead. “There it is,” she pointed, sitting up. “It’s started.”
“What’s started?” Percy leaned forward, catching your hair between his hand on the seat he held onto. You didn’t say anything.
High above the Empire State Building, Olympus was its own island of light. A mountain ablaze with torches and braziers.
“The Winter Solstice,” she breathed. “The Council of the Gods.”
In the early-morning darkness, torches and fires made the mountainside palaces glow twenty different colors, from bloodred to indigo. Apparently no one ever slept on Olympus. The twisting streets were full of demigods and nature spirits and minor godlings bustling about, riding chariots or sedan chairs carried by Cyclopes. Winter didn’t seem to exist here. The scent of the gardens in full bloom, jasmine and roses and even sweeter filled your senses. Music drifted up from many windows, the soft sounds of lyres and reed pipes.
Towering at the peak of the mountain was the greatest palace of all, the glowing white hall of the gods.
You touched ground outside towering, silver gates, just inside the courtyard. Pegasi travel was rather terrifying, and you were much more than glad to be alive and on the ground. Olympus glowed with warm, the kind that settled in your bones. The warm wind, blowing from nowhere, shifted your hair when you clambered down to the ground.
“Yeah,” Percy muttered.
“Huh?”
Percy froze. “Uh—the horse. Sorry! Pegasi.”
A laugh escaped you, startling in the night. Thalia turned, eyebrow raised. “Why are you talking to a horse? It didn’t say anything.”
“Didn’t I tell you? Haven’t I told you?” He averted his gaze.
“What,” you landed your hand on your hip, waving the other to the pegasi. “You talk to animals now, too, like Grover?”
“Just sea creatures. And horses. Pegasi, sorry!”
“Yeah, you’ll really have to explain that later,” you trailed off. “We’ve got more important matters at hand.”
The Pegasi flew off, leaving yourself, Percy, Thalia and your sister together. You liked to think, years later, laying on the glass floor of a ship, that you were all trying to gather the courage after everything to step inside the giant building, and face gods you had once only ever heard about in stories.
Side-by-side, you walked into the throne room.
Twelve enormous thrones made a U around a central hearth, just like the placement of the cabins at camp. The ceiling above glittered with constellations—even the newest one, Zoë the Huntress, making her way across the heavens with her bow drawn.
All of the seats were occupied. Each god and goddess was about fifteen feet tall. Under their judging eyes, despite your own mother being one of them, you were uncomfortable.
“Welcome, heroes,” Artemis said.
“Mooo!”
That was when you noticed Bessie and Grover, the latter standing at the side of a pool of water which Bessie swam in.
“Grover! You made it.”
He started to run towards your friends, then stopped, and looked back at Zeus, who up close, felt a lot scarier than he looked. You only realized then, that there was a major difference in terror of humans, and the intimidation of gods. You could deal with this kind.
“Go on,” Zeus nodded once. But he wasn’t looking at Grover—he was looking at Thalia.
None of the gods spoke. Grover’s hooves echoed on the marble floor, Bessie the Ophiotaurus mooing warmly at your arrival.
You took the time to observe the gods up close, because you might never get the chance to again. Artemis, looking as if she hadn’t ever even been hold hostage, watched the exchange between Percy and Grover. Percy’s father, Poseidon, dressed so casually you might have laughed in other circumstances, had this sort of barely-there smile on his face, bright eyes shining just the way Percy’s own did, too. Apollo, sunglasses covering his eyes, had his earbuds in, golden head of hair tilted back to the ceiling. And…
Ares. It was impossible to not feel him looking at you. Why the special interest, you wanted to ask. Do you see yourself in me? You wondered. Do I see myself in you?
Your eyes met his dark ones, a stark difference, between the extreme fatigue, and the colors. Your eyes burned with exhaustion and the tears you had shed since yesterday. He wore his signature black leather jacket, dark, dark hair being tousled by Aphrodite’s touch. When it was obvious her husband wasn’t looking at her, perched at his side, her love-ridden smile slowly fell away, and those sparkling eyes fell on you as well.
Or maybe it’s you, I see myself in. Too romantic. Too caught up in feelings. After all, you only had so much love to spare between friends, and the dead ones.
What do you see in me? You were desperate to ask, curiosity clawing at your chest. Why am I the way I am?
Gods sometimes took a special interest in heroes. All the tales told you so. You just had to wonder, what would come of this.
Ragged and bruised, you felt as though you were being picked apart under the watchful eyes of so many olympians.
You hadn’t realized Grover was doing the rounds until he yanked you into a hug. You found it in yourself to hug him back—at least he was still alive.
“Glad you made it,” you whispered.
“You too.” He nodded. Neither of you smelled amazing after this quest, but it went uncared for. A trouble shared is a trouble deeply understood.
“You have to convince them,” he said to the remaining four of you. “They can’t do it!”
“Do what?” You blinked.
“Heroes,” Artemis called. The goddess slid down from her throne and turned to human size, a young auburn-haired girl, perfectly at ease in the midst of the giant Olympians. She walked toward your little group, her silver robes shimmering. There was no emotion in her face. She seemed to walk in a column of moonlight.
“The Council has been informed of your deeds,” Artemis spoke loudly, addressing everyone in a steady, clear tone. “They know that Mount Othrys is rising in the West. They know of Atlas’s attempt for freedom, and the gathering armies of Kronos. We have voted to act.”
There was some mumbling and shuffling among the olympians, as if they weren’t all happy with this plan, but nobody protested.
“At my Lord Zeus’s command,” Artemis said, “my brother Apollo and I shall hunt the most powerful monsters, seeking to strike them down before they can join the Titans’ cause. Lady Athena shall personally check on the other Titans to make sure they do not escape their various prisons. Lord Poseidon has been given permission to unleash his full fury on the cruise ship Princess Andromeda and send it to the bottom of the sea. And as for you, my heroes…”
She turned to face the other immortals.
And that, was the moment you saw your mother for the first time.
Dressed in a beautiful white dress, draped over one shoulder, her eyes, as gray as your own, as gray as Annabeth’s appeared lost in thought. You took the chance to just look at the woman you never thought you would meet.
“I gotta say—” Apollo cleared his throat. “These heroes did okay.” He began to recite. “Heroes win laurels—”
“Um, yes, first class,” Hermes interrupted with a side-eye in his brother’s direction. You were unable to help the smirk. “All in favor of not disintegrating them?”
A few tentative hands went up: Aphrodite, Demeter, Apollo—waving his iPod.
“Hang on a minute,” Ares growled, sitting up on his throne. He pointed at Thalia and Percy, on the other side of Annabeth. “These two are dangerous. It’d be much safer, while we’ve got them here—”
Don’t say anything, you begged yourself. Even Annabeth elbowed you.
“Ares,” Poseidon interrupted. “They are worthy heroes. We will not blast my son to bits.”
“Nor my daughter,” grumbled Zeus. “She has done well.”
You leaned forward around your sister, who visibly shook, pale, in need of a lie down from the looks of things. Thalia blushed—you grinned wickedly. All the things you could do with this moment in the future.
Athena cleared her throat. Annabeth sighed. The goddess leaned forward. “I am proud of my daughters, as well. But I agree—there is a security issue with the other two.”
Annabeth elbowed you a little too late, this time.
“Mother!” You exclaimed.
Your heart dropped and splattered on the ground. Never had you addressed her as such. And never had she looked you in the face the way she did now.
Too late to back out, now.
“How can you just—”
Athena cut you off with a girl, but calm look. “It is unfortunate that my father, Zeus, and my uncle, Poseidon, chose to break their oath not to have more children. Only Hades kept his word, a fact that I find ironic. As we know from the Great Prophecy, children of the three elder gods…such as Thalia and Percy…are dangerous. As thickheaded as he is, Ares has a point.”
“Right!” Ares said. “Hey, wait a minute. Who you callin’—”
He started to get up, but a grape vine grew around his waist like a seat belt and pulled him back down.
“Oh, please, Ares,” Dionysus sighed. “Save the fighting for later.”
Ares cursed and ripped away the vine. “You’re one to talk, you old drunk. You seriously want to protect these brats?”
Dionysus gazed wearily. “I have no love for them. Athena, do you really think it wise to destroy them?”
“I do not pass judgement,” she said. “I only point out the risk. What we do, the Council must decide.”
“I will not have them punished,” Artemis cut in hotly. “I will have them rewarded. If we punish heroes who do us such a great favour, then we are no better than the titans, are we not? If this is Olympian justice, I will have none of it.”
“Calm down, sis,” Apollo scoffed. “Chill. Jeez, you need to lighten up.”
“Don’t call me sis! I will reward them!”
“Well, perhaps. But the monster must be destroyed. We have agreement on that?”
“Bessie?” Percy burst out. “You want to destroy Bessie?”
Your heart swelled. Gosh, he cared. It was lovely.
And then you wanted to slap yourself.
What was up with the emotions lately?
Poseidon frowned. “You have named the Ophiotaurus Bessie?”
“Dad,” Percy said. “He’s just a sea creature. A really nice sea creature. You can’t destroy him.”
Poseidon shifted uncomfortably, a trait Percy shared with him, you noted. “Percy, it’s power is considerable. If the titans were to steal it, or—”
“You can’t,” Percy insisted.
Zeus opened his mouth, looking as though he was getting antsier by the second. But you had experience with this sort of thing that needed a good negotiation, so you cut in.
“Controlling the prophecies never works. Isn’t that true?” You tried, stepping forward. All eyes landed on you, and you swallowed. “Have we not just experienced it? Are we not experiencing it now? The Ophiotaurus is innocent. Killing something like that is wrong. It’s as wrong as Kronos eating his children just because of something they might do.”
Zeus looked to be considering it. You breathed heavily, in a mild panic after consulting the king of the gods head on. If he wanted to, you could be zapped out of existence in less than a second.
“And what of the risk? Kronos knows full well, if one of you were to sacrifice the beast’s entrails you would have the power to destroy all of us. Do you think we can let this possibility remain? You, my daughter, will turn sixteen on the morrow, just as the prophecy says.”
“You have to trust them,” you tried, pleading with your eyes. “Please, you have to trust them.”
Zeus scowled. “Trust a hero?”
“She is right,” Artemis nodded slowly. “Which is why I must first make a reward. My faithful companion, Zoe Nightshade, has passed into the stars. I must have a new lieutenant. And I intend to choose one, but first, father Zeus, I must speak with you privately.”
Zeus beckoned Artemis forward, leaning to listen as she whispered to him.
“Annabeth,” Percy whispered from behind you. “Don’t.”
“What?”
“Look, I need to tell you something. I couldn’t stand it if—I don’t want you to—”
Artemis turned. “I will have a new lieutenant, if she will accept it. Thalia, daughter of Zeus, will you join the Hunt?”
Your jaw almost dropped. Stunned silence filled the room.
“I will,” Thalia said firmly. She moved to your side, and then a little bit further ahead. Confident.
Zeus rose, his eyes full of concern. “My daughter, consider well—”
Don’t let him change your mind, you prayed. Hold your ground.
“Father, I will not turn sixteen tomorrow,” she shook her head. “I will never turn sixteen. I won’t let this prophecy be mine. I stand with my sister Artemis. Kronos will not tempt me again.”
She knelt down before Artemis, and repeated the same words Bianca had uttered what felt like years ago at the cliff side in the snow and weary sunlight.
When she had finished, she hugged each of you and said a few words. You felt awkward, putting your hands into your coat pockets, when Thalia stood in front of you. For once, there was no spiteful comments from either one of you. She smiled small, looking rejuvenated the same way Bianca had, as if the quest had never happened.
“You’re a good friend,” she nodded. “You’re brave. You’ve got what it takes to help them with this prophecy.” And then she leaned in, and hugged you just as she had with Annabeth and Grover and Percy. “Trust yourself.”
Thalia went and stood with Artemis, and the atmosphere changed instantly.
“Now, for the Ophiotaurus.”
“The boy is still dangerous,” Mr. D. opposed. The beast is a temptation to great power. Even if we spare the boy—”
“No.” Percy said firmly. “Please. Keep the Ophiotaurus safe. My dad can hide him under the sea somewhere, or keep him in an aquarium here. But you have to protect him.”
“And why should we trust you?”
“I’m only fourteen. If this prophecy is about me, that’s only two more years.”
“Two years for Kronos to deceive you,” Athena uttered. “Much can change in two years, young hero. It is only the truth. It is bad strategy to keep the boy alive. And the animal.”
Poseidon stood. “I will not have the creature destroyed if I can help it. And I can, help it.”
He held out his hand, and a spear shimmering with blue light appeared. “I will vouch for the boy and the safety of the Ophiotaurus.”
“You won’t take it under the sea!” Zeus stood suddenly. “I won’t have that kind of bargaining chip in your possession.”
“Brother, please,” Poseidon sighed.
Zeus’s lightening bolt appeared in his hand, and the whole room filled with the smell of ozone.
“Fine,” Poseidon nodded. “I will build an aquarium for the sea creature here, with the help of Hephaestus. The creature will be safe. The boy will not betray us. I vouch for this on my honor.”
Zeus thought about it. “All in favor?”
A dozen hands went up, besides Mr. D, your mother’s, and Ares just sat looking bored.
“We have a majority. And so, since we are not destroying these heroes, I imagine we should reward them.”
There are parties, and then there are Olympian parties. And Olympian parties are filled with gold and beautiful colours, exotic flowers and the Muses music, braziers of fire, and delicious food and drinks. It became busy very quickly, and before you knew it, you found yourself stumbling into a corner to get yourself together. All you wished to do was go to your cabin and cry. To let it all out.
“This doesn’t look like you’re partying.”
“What the hell are you? A spy? Just leave me alone.” You shoved yourself further into the corner just away from all the partying, a quiet corridor devoid of anything but cold marble and tall, golden ceilings.
Ares hummed lowly. You didn’t have to see him, shoved into the corner like a child, but you knew he was just on the other side of it.
“I’ll let you off just this once, demigod.”
You rolled your eyes. The marble edges dug into your back uncomfortably from how hard you were trying to disappear for a few minutes. “What do you want? Spit it out.”
“If you weren’t her’s, I would say you’re one of mine. You’ve got the fire, I’ll give you that. And my wife has taken a special interest in you and that boy. Her business is my business, you’ll understand. Since you’re her business, now, you’re my business, too.”
You wanted to scream at him to leave, to go away so you could breathe for five minutes. But…you really wanted to know what he had to say. Curiosity always got the better of you.
“I don’t want to be anybody’s business,” you settled on, weakly. “I’m my own person.”
“Whatever, kid. I’m just here to pass along a message.”
“Which is?”
“She says, you’re doing exactly what you should be doing.”
“Oh, really?”
You shoved away from the corner, and paused.
He’d already gone.
Making your way back into the crowd was the last thing you wanted to do, but it would be best to show your face for a little while. Eventually you made your way back to Percy. He smiled as you popped up next to him, and then slowly frowned. His green eyes glistened under all the lights.
“You’ve been crying,” he reached up, and then lowered his hand, unsure of what to do.
You laughed pitifully. “Yeah.”
Because, really, what more could you say? It was rather obvious. And you sounded as if you’d just developed the world’s worst cold and stuffy nose.
Percy still stared at you, concerned. It was touching, really.
“I’m just tired.” You nodded. “I promise. When we get back to camp you might not see me for a couple weeks. I’m about to fall off the face of the earth in sleep mode.”
He smiled, tight-lipped, those eyes dancing across your face. For the first time ever under Percy’s eyes, you felt self-conscious.
“I’ll clean up later. My dad always says I look like I’ve just done thirty rounds of coke after crying. It’s funny because it’s true,” you tried lightly.
Percy’s dark curls shook. “No,” he denied. “I think you look…I think you look pretty—uh—I mean—”
Your heart jumped into your throat, and suddenly it was difficult to breathe. Because AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
“Uhm—” you frantically tried for something to do; hair behind your ears, leaning back and forth on your heels. “Thank you. Thanks.” Heat flooded your cheeks. Percy was already scarlet in the face, nodding frantically, avoiding your eyes.
When you looked up, Athena watched from a distance, and then looked away, as if she hadn’t been interested at all. But you weren’t about to let her ruin what just happened—Percy called you pretty.
“I was thinking,” he shoved out. You turned your head, blinking expectantly. “I owe you a dance, don’t I? We got interrupted at Westover Hall, right?”
This time, you allowed yourself to smile, your heart and lungs expanding.
“Right.” You took his hand, shaking.
The music played on, a gentle tune of the future, the past, and the present.
Chiron greeted you all at the Big House with hot chocolate and toasted cheese sandwiches. Grover went off to his satyr friends, telling them all about his brief experience with Pan.
Annabeth, Percy and yourself sat with Chiron by the fire. A couple of others joined you, too—Clarisse, back from a quest of her own it seemed. Her hair was cut short, like somebody had hacked it with scissors without a care, and there was a jagged scar on her chin. For once, she kept quiet.
“I got news,” she said glumly. “Bad news.”
“I’ll fill you in later,” Chiron said with forced cheerfulness. “The important thing is you’ve prevailed. And you’ve saved Annabeth!”
The Stoll brothers were there, too. You hadn’t even looked Travis in the eye. The high of the short dance with Percy had worn off, that tiny spark of normality had gone, and left you with the sadness you’d been feeling before it. You struggled with getting Bianca and Zoe’s deaths from the front of your mind, and Thalia’s moving on. Everybody was leaving, it felt like. And everybody was too happy for what had happened along the way.
Percy, sitting next to you in front of the fire, felt the same. You could tell by the sheer look of something bordering on a deep sadness he had.
You didn’t speak.
Annabeth talked about Atlas, and where she had been kept. She yawned the whole way through, still shaking with weakness even after some ambrosia.
Chiron’s positivity spread a little bit to you tired campers, but in the end, the unwavering need to go somewhere and cry won. You set down your mug of hot chocolate, and walked away. Another chair scratched the floor behind you, as you walked away toward the fields.
“Let her be,” you heard Chiron utter. “She needs time.”
You heard happy babbling just as you wandered away, boyish, childish talking. You looked to the left, and there was Nico di Angelo, two figurines in hands, talking to himself the way children tend to do. Every organ in your body twisted painfully, and you got away before he could see you. You couldn’t be the one to tell him Bianca was long gone. You still didn’t want to believe it yourself.
The air was bitter cold, your fingertips numb already. Snow fell lightly as you wandered into where you probably shouldn’t have been. You didn’t get far until his voice caught you up.
“Scout?”
You stopped, the snow crunching quietly. Behind you, Travis grew closer until he was right in front of you. You hadn’t even realized how tall he’d gotten until you saw him again, like seeing him in a different light.
Bundled in a red sweater and jeans, a coat and scarf atop of that, he still shivered.
“I just need to go for a walk. I’ll be alright later.” You shrugged.
Silence captured the air. Until he said, “Chiron…mentioned what happened to Nico’s sister. And the Hunter girl. Zoe. I’m—I’m so sorry.”
The first tear fell without any effort. And then you grew too cold too quickly. And crumbled.
He enveloped you instantly, as if without thought—like the action would be unknown, to hesitate in your arms. Against his warm, soft chest, Travis’s heart beat gently against your ear, his hands coming up carefully to your back, to your shoulder.
Safety.
And at the end of it—Travis.
You allowed yourself the tears. Your hands scrunched at his shirt. He smelled of the outside weather, of wind
of life.
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Cold Water Part 3
First Lady of Private Garden Fic
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AN: There's only so much that First Lady can take before she breaks
Synopsis: You and Urban are still at odds and you try to occupy your time to take your mind off of it. Everything gets to be too much and you find yourself needing not only your husband, but your best friend. The question is does he want to reconcile with you too?
Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader
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As promised, Jack had taken you to both London and Paris to get your mind off of everything that had been happening around you as of lately. He was being supportive as always and was trying to do everything that he could possibly think of in order for you and Urban to apologize to each other. He admits that the argument that he had with Urban had him at a loss for words and he couldn’t quite understand why Urban wasn’t trying to hear you out and give you a chance to explain yourself. That wasn’t like him at all. 
You had not only distanced yourself from Urban, but from the rest of PG as well. You knew that anywhere that Jack went, Urban would be following right along with him and PG and you were trying to ease the tension as much as possible. So that resulted in spending more time away from them as much as they wanted you to be there with them. As of lately you had been spending more time with your sister since she was now a part of your management team, your best friend Saweetie when she wasn’t in the studio or performing, Lil Nas X, Druski, Drake, 21 Savage, and EST Gee since those are people that your husband would approve of. People such as your fans were also beginning to notice the tension between you and Urban. The two of you would always be together and all of a sudden you weren’t. 
Most recently, Jack, along with Urban and Private Garden went home to Louisville while you went to 21 Savage’s birthday party along with Lizzo.
When PG saw the pictures and videos on your instagram, they couldn’t help but to feel some type of way about it. They would constantly be asking for you to go to places with you and you steadily declined.
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y/ninsta: Freak Nik 2022! happy birthday honey 21savage!! 😘
jackharlow: y/ninsta I swear I love when you rock the short hair 😍
y/ninsta: jackharlow thank you my smush 🥰
saweetie: MY BITCHES ATEEEEEEE!!!!
danivalentine: I’m surprised you didn’t upload the twerk video lol
jackharlow: danivalentine WHAT TWERK VIDEO? y/ninsta WIFEYYYY SEND IT TO ME NEOW! 
y/ninsta: jackharlow sending it now baby 😉
druski2funny: y/ninsta send it to me too!
jackharlow: druski2funny I’ll kick your ass, go away
21savage: appreciate you for coming mamas!
2forwoyne: y/ninsta we miss you!
shloob_: y/ninsta there is a short rib with my name on it. I’ve been starving!
druski2funny: y/ninsta thank you for my personal pan of mac and cheese
lilnasx: druski2funny WHAT? y/ninsta why does he get one and I don’t?!?!
y/ninsta: lilnasx I got you baby
champagnepapi: y/ninsta I see why jackharlow hides you along with PG, that cooking is top tier
quiiso: y/ninsta still waiting on my strawberry cheesecake! I put my order in weeks ago!
y/ninsta: quiiso soon lol
claybornharlow: y/ninsta your baby misses you. are you coming to Louisville?
jackharlow: claybornharlow yes her baby does miss her and I am NOT talking about you
y/ninsta: Now, now. There’s enough of me for everyone my loves
jackharlow: y/ninsta do I need to remind you what happened the last time you said that? 😐
y/ninsta: jackharlow but you know I only have eyes for you 😘
And to make matters worse, Urban was flat out ignoring you.
Every time that you would attempt to call him or send him a text, he never answered but you could see how he was reading them.
So, you stopped trying all together.
You didn’t tell Jack because the last thing that you wanted to happen was for more tension to arise since the two of them were now kind of at odds as well. 
It was now reaching the end of October, and you had flown back to Atlanta so that you could visit her.
Her as in your best friend, Autumn.
Every year you made sure to celebrate her birthday and to visit her to update her about your life and what had been going on.
You just wished that she was here to see it and experience it with you.
The drive to the cemetery was a short one and when you and Jack had bought your house in Atlanta, you had done that on purpose. In order to be close to her.
From the time you were three, you and Autumn were inseparable. She was two years older than you and you looked at her like another big sister. You lived next to each other and that was all she wrote. The two of you did everything together, walked to the bus stop in the mornings and in the afternoon, did your homework together and she would help you, and when people would tease you since you happened to be the smallest in your class, Autumn was always quick to defend you. You were always quiet and didn’t bother anyone, Autumn made sure that she quickly put a stop to people messing with her best friend. 
You had no idea what you would do without her until well… you had to do without her.
You had just parked your car when you had gotten a facetime call from Jack and you immediately smiled. Even though it seemed like you were going through actual hell at the moment, he could always manage to put a smile on your face and you were thankful for that.
“Hi smush” You answered while attempting to give him a small smile. Jack could tell that it didn’t reach your eyes and you were putting on a front for him. 
“How’s my baby girl doing?”
“I’m okay. Did you have fun last night?”
“I did, and I could ask you the same thing, I saw the pictures, but I just wish you were here with me.”
You didn’t even answer the last part.
“I need to borrow that Louisville sweatshirt, it looks so comfy.”
“The red and black one? Here you go stealing my clothes.”
“Yes, and how is it stealing when what’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine?”
“I’m not even going to fight you on it, mamas. I already know when I get certain things that I’ll only be able to wear it once and then it somehow mysteriously ends up on your side of the closet.”
“Exactly because you know that you’ll lose and they just wander over to my side. Not my fault.”
“What are you up to? Where are you?”
“Oh, I just wanted to take a drive. It’s really nice outside today.”
“Are you by yourself?”
“Yes, babe. But I’m fine. I’m aware of my surroundings, I promise.”
“Just be careful, you know I don’t like it when you don’t have someone with you.”
“I know, but I’m meeting up with Danielle and Nicole later.”
“Okay, you let me know when you get back home, okay? I love you.”
“I will and I love you more.”
After hanging up with Jack, you grabbed the balloons and teddy bear from your backseat and started to make your way over to where she was buried. 
You placed your blanket down to be able to sit and then set everything on top of it.
“Autumn, it’s been a while but I know you understand why I don’t come as often. It seems like all I do is cry when I do anyway and I know you don’t want that. I always make sure to come on your birthday though. That’s never going to change. So life update, Urban is pissed at me and not speaking to me because he doesn’t understand why I’m so protective of him. I feel as though if he did, he wouldn’t act that way towards me. I have already lost one best friend and I refuse to lose another one all because I didn’t speak up when I noticed that something was wrong. I love him and care about him so much, but all he is stuck on is me ruining every relationship that he has been in. I wish I would have gotten you away from him when I had the chance. I know that you don’t blame me for what happened, but I still can’t help but to feel guilty about it. I just…. I would do anything for you to be able to experience this life with me. I always say that you and Jack would have gotten along and had been best friends. In a way, I think that you sent him to me to protect me seeing as you wouldn’t be able to do it anymore. The timing is literally crazy. How is it that I meet him on the first anniversary of you leaving me? But, no one really knows about you. Not even Jack. I feel as though I should tell him about you since he noticed that every year around when October is about to end, I get sad and there’s a day where I don’t do anything but spend time with you. He has no idea that I even come here. But anyway, I went and did our usual! The mani-pedi, the whole spa treatment day, I went and bought all of our favorite snacks and I’m going to watch our favorite movies and eat them later. I just, Autumn, I don’t know what to do and I wish you were here to make all of this better. You always had an answer for everything and you were always so wise beyond your years. I could really use a hug from you right now, you did always give the best ones”
Just then there was a small gust of wind and you could have swore that you caught a whiff on Autumn’s favorite perfume that she would always wear.
“I… I know that was you. That was always your favorite perfume and I actually bought a bottle of it. But, I only wear it on special occasions. I think the last time I wore it was when me and Jack got married and that was almost five years ago. Just so I could have a piece of you with me that day. So, what else is happening? Well I’m nominated for a shit ton of AMA’s and so is Jack, I recently finished my tour and Jack finished his too. We’ve also been trying to figure out where we want to spend most of our time when I get pregnant. We’re leaning towards Kentucky since it seems like that’s where everyone is, but I’ll still come and visit you. Don’t think I’ll forget about you. And we’re also going to have our big wedding in December and I cannot wait for that. Oh and I came with gifts! I got you some balloons and I got you a teddy bear. Can’t believe you’ve been gone for ten close to eleven years now. But, I promise to keep going no matter what because I know that’s what you would have wanted me to do. I’ll be back soon, okay? I love you.”
“Urban?” Curse said while trying to get his attention. She hated the tension that was being the two of you and was trying to do her best to get you two to forgive each other. She felt that if she had never come into the picture that this would have never happened and didn’t want to be the cause of the two of you not being friends anymore. 
“Yes?”
“You need to talk to your best friend.”
“No, because I don’t have shit to say to her.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Yasmin!”
“No, no and NO! The two of you have been friends for ten years and you need to give her a chance to explain why she’s so protective over you since uh NONE OF YOU HAVE. All of you just jumped down her damn throat and cornered her and that was not fair! How can you be mad at her when you don’t even have the full story?”
“There is literally no excuse for her acting how she does.”
“And you know that, how?”
“Like I said she always acts as if the world revolves around her and if she doesn’t get her way she has a damn fit.”
“But how can you get mad when you would literally go right along with her shit too? You would always be right there in the thick of it. You and Jack. And oh, the way you talked to him on the phone a few weeks ago? What the fuck was that? Like the level of disrespect you were showing to her and to him are unacceptable. THEY’RE YOUR BEST FRIENDS.”
“You’re supposed to be on my side!”
“Well, newsflash Wyatt, I’M NOT. Because you’re the one that’s in the wrong. Jack should have kicked your ass for disrespecting her and I just might do it myself!”
“So it doesn’t bother you that we probably wouldn’t still be together if left up to her?”
“You are so dramatic and you need to give her the benefit of the doubt. So here’s my thing. Do not talk to me until you have talked to her first and have made up because the last thing that I’m going to do is come in between a friendship that has lasted as long as the two of you have.”
“WHAT?!”
“Your phone is right there. Call her.”
“But…”
Jack had convinced you to come to Louisville to spend time with him and PG and you had finally agreed. 
You just didn’t want to have to run into Urban even though you knew that it was inevitable.
All of PG was staying at you and Jack’s house and since it was so big, you kind of had a plan in order to be able to avoid him.
You had been there for a few hours and PG had been excited to see you when you had walked in the door. Shloob actually didn’t let you go for several minutes earning Jack to be annoyed with him.
All of you would be going to a football game later so you were simply laying down in your room trying to distract yourself with watching videos on tik tok when there was a knock on the door.
“Come in.” You replied and Urban slowly walked into the room.
“Uh hey.”
“Hi.” You responded while barely glancing at him.
“Can we talk?”
“Not if you’re going to yell at me and dismiss me. If that’s the case you can turn right back around.”
“I want for this to be over with and I want to give you a chance to explain since I literally never did and Yasmin threatened me. I already talked to Jack so the only one left is you.”
You sighed before responding and Urban sat down next to you.
“I had a best friend before you when I lived in Atlanta and before I moved to Louisville. Her name was Autumn.”
“Was?” Urban asked while looking at you.
“She was two years older than me. We did everything together and we were very protective of each other. People would tend to pick on me in school because I was the smallest and of course Autumn would be right there to kick their ass. When I was 13 and she was 15 she started seeing this guy who happened to be a bit older than her. He always rubbed me the wrong way, but she was happy and I didn’t want to ruin that. Long story short, she wanted to go to a party with him and I said okay and she wanted for me to cover for her and say that we were having a sleepover at my house. They went to the party, he got drunk, she was tipsy herself so didn’t think too much of it as they were getting ready to leave. It was a head on collision and he was going almost 120 miles an hour. It literally happened a block up from our street. If I would have said something then she would probably still be here. That’s why I’m so protective of all of you, especially you. I’m not losing anyone else.”
“I… why didn’t you tell me?” Urban asked in disbelief trying to comprehend what you were saying. 
“I don’t like talking about it for obvious reasons and you really didn’t give me a chance to explain, you just shut me out.”
“But that’s important, Y/N. You’ve carried that for eleven years! Does Jack even know?”
“No.”
“Then who does know?!”
“Danielle, Nicole, my parents, and now you.”
“Y/N…..”
“It’s fine, Urban.”
“No, it’s not fine!”
“What are you going to do? Bring her back? Nothing will ever be able to fix this and it’s all my fault.”
“But, it’s not your fault!”
“Yes it is. Because I didn’t say anything. The look that her parents gave me when I was explaining everything to the police? They would have rather seen me dead because of what I did or in this case what I didn’t do.”
“You were a literal child, thirteen.”
“They didn’t care. Her mother looked at me in actual disgust and said it. ‘It should have been you instead of her’. Of course my parents weren’t having it and it was just a mess. I’m done talking about this. I can’t…”
You felt your eyes watering and immediately hopped up to lock yourself in the bathroom and Urban was quick to follow behind you.
You had closed the door and locked it before he could get to you. 
“Y/N, come on just…”
“No, Urban. Just…. I hope you forgive me but I need to be by myself right now.”
“Of course I forgive you and I’m sorry for how I acted. That is literally the last thing you need! I’m always here for you, you know that!”
“As of lately you haven’t been!”
“I.. I know and I’m trying to do everything I can to make it right. I’m sorry I shut you out when you needed me the most. I hope you can forgive me for that. I am always ready to kick someone’s ass when they make you cry, but I’m the one that has been the cause lately.”
You didn’t answer and Urban could hear your faint cries from behind the door and couldn’t help but to feel like shit. 
The football game was underway and you were hanging out with Danielle and Nicole as Jack, Urban and everyone else was on the sidelines.
Jack knew that Urban was going to attempt to talk to you and decided to ask how it went since neither of you had told him anything.
“Urb?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you and baby girl good now?”
“Yes I think so, but….”
Urban was hesitant, but he knew that he had to be honest with his other best friend.
“But what?”
“I… it’s not my place to say what she told me. Just.... you need to talk to your wife.”
“Okayyyy is it good or bad?”
“Jack, you just have to ask her about it but I will say that I’m really worried about her. She’s been holding onto that too long and shouldn’t have had to carry that by herself. Safe to say that I felt even more shitty when she told me and she is definitely putting on a front right now. She’s hurting.”
“I’ll make sure to talk to her tonight after we leave and I can tell. She keeps saying that she’s fine, but I know better.”
Meanwhile, you were trying to stay warm as the sun had gone down and regretting your outfit choice. Jack noticed and quickly embraced you.
“Too busy wanting to be cute and not thinking about being warm, huh?”
“Shut it, Jackman. You like the view so stop it.”
“I admit that I do.” Jack responded while leaning down to kiss you.
“Ohh, I need another one.” You said reaching up to meet him halfway.
“Will you two stop trying to make children in front of my eyes?”
“Nicole!”
“Did I lie?!”
You rolled your eyes and simply ignored her as you wrapped your arms tighter around your husband.
“Mmm, you’re so warm.”
“Baby girl?” Jack leaned down to whisper in your ear so that only you would be able to hear him.
“Hmm?”
“I think my wife deserves a nice warm bath when we leave so she can sleep better.”
“Only if you join me.”
“Say less, my baby. I’ll make sure to warm you right up.”
“HEY! WHAT ARE YALL WHISPERING ABOUT OVER THERE?”
“GROWN FOLKS BUSINESS, NICOLE, DAMN!” Jack yelled back at her and she rolled her eyes.
“You got one nosey ass older cousin. I swear she has it out for me.”
“As long as you don’t mess up she’ll leave you alone.”
“I highly doubt that and tell Clay to stop making faces behind me.”
“HOW DID YOU KNOW?!”
“We’ve literally been brothers for how long? I’ve learned your tricks and back up from my baby.”
“Y/N, you know I can get the divorce papers drawn up right now so you can sign them.”
“CLAY! REMOVE YOURSELF!”
“Leave my favorite Harlow child alone!”
“Mamas, I flew you down here to see ME, not him!”
“Oh, I thought it was a 2 for 1 type of situation.”
“BABY!”
“Love you smush.”
“I’m beginning to think that you don’t.”
“Lies you tell and oh can you make me some hot chocolate when we get home?!”
Jack couldn’t make a lot of things, but knowing how much you loved hot chocolate, when he was eighteen he perfected it for you. If he doesn’t make it, you don’t drink it and yours was never as good as his.
“You want me to do what? After you, Clay, and Nicole want to terrorize me? See yourself out Mrs. Harlow.”
Just then you leaned up to whisper in Jack’s ear.
“I’ll let you facefuck me.” Just then Jack’s eyes went wide and he got a small smirk on his face. 
“What flavor you want? Caramel? White chocolate?”
As promised, Jack had made your hot chocolate and you requested caramel tonight and white chocolate tomorrow. Now your back was resting against Jack’s chest in the bathtub of the master bedroom in a comfortable silence until Jack broke it.
“Baby girl?”
“Yes, smush?”
“I asked Urban earlier if the two of you were okay and he said for the most part yes, but that there was something else. He wouldn’t tell me because he thought that it wasn’t his place to do so and that he’s worried about you.”
You were quiet and didn’t say anything.
“Mamas? I want for you to be okay and I know that you aren’t, I can’t help you if you don’t let me.”
“Her name was Autumn.”
“Was?”
“She was my best friend in Atlanta before I moved to Kentucky. We lived next door to each other, although she was two years older than me we were inseparable. I was the smallest in my grade and if anyone said anything about it she would be quick to defend me. We were extremely close and did everything together. I remember us planning out our weddings and how we would be each other’s maid of honor and name our first born after each other. We were going to go to college together, have an off-campus apartment. Literally everything was planned out. So, when I was thirteen and she was fifteen, she started seeing this guy. I didn’t really like him and he was a bit older than her. I never said anything because she was so happy and I didn’t want to ruin anything for her. So, one night there was a party and he had invited her to go. I didn’t want to be anywhere near him so I declined. I would cover for her saying that she was sleeping over my house so that she would be able to go. He got drunk and so did she and he made an attempt to drive back to my house to drop her off. He was going 120 miles an hour and crashed only a block away from where we lived and she died on impact, while he lived. That is why I am so protective of all of you, but especially Urban. I lost one best friend before and I don’t plan on losing another one, all because I didn’t speak up when I could tell that something was wrong. Our house in Atlanta is close to where she’s buried and I did that on purpose to be close to her. At the end of October every year, I go and visit her and do all of our favorite things and watch all of our favorite movies. That’s why I go missing and you see that I’m sad. That’s where I was when you called me the other day. I talk to her and update her about what’s going on and I just wish she could have gotten to experience this life with me. You have Urban and all I want is to have Autumn.  I mentioned the other day that I feel that she sent you to me to protect me when she no longer could. We met on the first anniversary of her death. And remember that dream I had? When I mentioned that it showed our wedding and we hadn’t even met yet? Autumn was literally in it smiling at me. Sorry to put all of this on you. Danielle had been encouraging me to tell you, but I wasn’t ready. I hate talking about this and you obviously understand why. Her mother actually looked at me after I got done explaining what happened to the police and said that she wished that it was me that got killed instead.”
“Y/N, first of all never apologize. I’m here for you, always here for you. You’re my wife and I want for you to be okay. I can understand why you never mentioned this because it’s a lot but keep in mind that I’m always here to listen to you and I’m never going to turn you away. You were thirteen and the fact that an adult is wishing death on you? It makes more sense why you’re so protective and why when certain things happen you blame yourself even if it had nothing to do with you. I see why Urb said he was worried about you and he mentioned feeling even more shitty after you had told him.”
“I’d do anything to bring her back.”
“I know, mamas.” Jack answered while placing a kiss on your temple.
“I know she doesn’t blame me or anything since she visits me in my dreams periodically and has told me herself but I can’t help but to blame myself.”
“Knowing what you just told me, that is probably the last thing she wants. She would want you to pursue all of those promises that you made to one another.”
“I know.”
“How about this? You make Autumn your maid of honor for our wedding in December and we’ll have a special place for her.”
“Really?”
“Of course, baby. She’s important to you so she’s important to me.”
“The next time I visit her I have to thank her for bringing me to you.”
“How about I come with you?”
“I know she would love to meet you.”
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y/ninsta: my sweet Autumn, I hope I’m making you proud. This is one of my favorite pictures of us. I promise to keep pursuing my dreams and to keep the promises that we once made each other. Not one day passes when I don’t think of you and think about what the future would have held for us. It’s getting easier to talk about you, but eleven years feels like yesterday to me. Thank you for sending jackharlow and privategarden to protect me when you weren’t able to do it yourself anymore. 
Continue to rest in peace to the best friend that I could have ever asked for.
I love you and hope it won’t be too much longer until we see each other again 💖
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hinatastinygiant · 4 months
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Pairing: Uzui x Fem!Reader
The Emptiness You Left
"Y/N, I'm scared," your little sitter whispers to you as she clings onto your arm. The two of you and your younger brother sit in a small crate, listening to the sounds of screams and moans echo through the night.
"I know," you tell her, "I am too. But you can't cry." You put a finger to your lips to emphasize your point, looking at her tear-filled eyes. "Just look at Inosuke. Look at how brave he's being," you then say as you look at your brother who is sitting in the corner of the crate, his knees pulled up to his chest.
She nods, wiping her tears.
Suddenly, a loud shriek rings in your ears and the sound of something being dragged away follows. She begins to sniffle again and you have to shush her once more. "Hey, hey, look at me," you tell her. "Everything will be okay. Just trust me, alright?"
"B-but we're going to all get separated!" she exclaims.
You're about to tell her that's not true when the door to your crate suddenly slams open and a pair of hands reach in and grab you by the hair. You're pulled out and meet face-to-face with a blond man with the wildest eyes you've ever seen before. You're pretty sure they look like rainbows, but you're probably just seeing things.
He pulls you to your feet and pushes you against the outside of the crate. He then stares at you in what you can only describe as hatred and anger.
But when he speaks, you hear the complete opposite, and it makes your head spin even faster. "Who are you?" he asks softly.
"Y/N, sir," you answer.
"What are you doing here?" he then asks.
"M-my family got evicted from where we were staying and we had no choice but to go out on the streets. We've been there for almost a week, and then some people came and grabbed us," you explain, hoping that he'll understand why you're in the situation you're in. Maybe he's not as bad as you thought.
"And your parents?" he questions, leaning so close to you that you can see your reflection in his eyes.
"They're...they're dead," you whisper.
He pauses and looks back to the crate. "You have two little ones with you, too? Such a good big sister you are," he says.
Your face begins to heat up. "It's my duty as an older sibling."
"I understand," he sighs, taking a step back. "I'm not going to kill you, Y/N. You don't have to be so afraid. In fact, I am going to take all three of you with me. Does that sound okay?"
You nod slowly, your hands shaking. You don't have any reason to doubt him, so you'll just trust him. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet," he tells you, grabbing your hand and dragging you along. "Come along, now."
"But...what about them?" you ask.
"Don't worry, they're coming with us," he reassures. "Come on, now you two! Hurry up or you'll get left behind!"
As the two of you walk away, your little brother and his sitter crawl out of the crate and follow behind the two of you. The four of you then make your way into a car, and as soon as you're all inside, the driver takes off.
"So," the man starts, "where do you live?"
"Nowhere," your brother scoffs quietly, earning a nudge in the arm from you.
"What my brother means to say is that we were living in an abandoned building. It's gone now, though," you explain, hoping that the man won't question any further.
"How tragic," he mutters. "And your parents? When did they die?"
"A long time ago," you answer as you look down at your little sister. "Right after my sister was born. There was an attack. Both of our parents died and we were sent to an orphanage. Until they kicked us out because of my age."
The man nods, "I understand. You're an adult now, so you're no longer a child."
"But Y/N is my sister," your little sister cries. "You can't just sell her off like that!"
The man laughs softly and leans forward to pat your little sister on her head. "Don't worry, dear, that's not what I intend on doing."
"I-it's not?" she questions.
"Of course not," he smiles, and you can't help but feel slightly uncomfortable. "You three will be staying with me until further notice. I have a big home, too. It's called Eternal Paradise Faith."
"Woah," she gleams. "What's it like?"
"Well, it's a big building for people who have nowhere else to go," he tells her. "I'm the leader of it."
"So...we'll be working for you?" you ask.
"Only if you want to," he replies just as the car goes over a bump. Your stomach churns, and for a second you think you're going to be sick. "Do not worry, this is just a short ride. We're almost there."
Sure enough, you arrive at a large building shortly after. When you get inside, you are all given the same clothes and brought into separate rooms to sleep.
The rainbow-eyed man comes to check in on you that night with a plate of food. "I know you must be starving," he says as he sets the plate down next to you.
"I'm not very hungry," you mumble.
"You don't have to lie," he smiles, his hands in his pockets.
"I just want to see my siblings," you explain.
"And you will, after the three of you get a good night's sleep," he says, walking to the door. "Goodnight, Y/N."
"Wait," you call out just as he reaches the door.
"Yes?"
"What's your name?" you ask.
"Doma."
You pause for a moment. "Thank you, Doma."
"No need to thank me. You should be thanking the one who gave me this opportunity," he tells you before disappearing into the hall. What the hell is that supposed to mean?
That night, you struggle to sleep. Although the mattress you're on is extremely comfortable, your mind is racing and your stomach is twisting and turning. You can't imagine how your younger siblings are feeling. So, you decide to sneak out of your room and quietly sneak down the hallway to find them.
It doesn't take long until you hear the sounds of your little sister crying. You whisper her name and quietly step in her room. Immediately, she wraps her arms around you and begins to cry harder.
"It's okay," you soothe, hugging her tightly.
"I-I'm scared," she sniffles.
"Don't be. We're going to be alright," you tell her. "This is a good place for us to stay for now. It's like living with a rich person."
"But..." she hiccups, "will we still see each other?"
"Yes," you smile, remember that's what Doma promised you earlier. "After we get some rest."
"And what about Inosuke?" she then asks, referring to your brother.
"I'll check on him next," you promise. "I'll make sure both of you are alright."
"Okay," she smiles. "Can you stay with me tonight?"
"I don't think so," you shake your head apologetically. "I'm sorry."
"No, please, Y/N. You have to stay!" she shouts, grabbing tighter onto you.
"Let go! Stop being so loud. We're going to get in trouble!" you say.
"No we're not! No one is even out here," she says.
"Just let me go. I'll come back, I promise," you say, trying to remove her little hands but she continues to dig her nails into your arm so hard that you begin to bleed.
"Get off of me!" you yell.
"No!" she cries.
You sigh, "If you don't let me go, I won't come back!"
"I don't care!" she screams, letting you go and falling onto her bed.
Just then, you hear a rumbling noise grow closer and closer until the door flies open and Doma appears. He looks taller than he was before, taking up more space in the doorway than you remember. His multicolored eyes glow down at the two of you.
Instinctfully, you grab your sister tight just as Doma comes bounding closer, his face twisted and demonic. Your sister screams and Doma reaches for her. You try to shield her with your body, but you're thrown aside by his strength and land on the floor.
He grabs your sister by her ankles and drags her towards the door. She kicks and screams, begging for help, but he doesn't seem to care.
"Stop!" you shout as you stand back up. But before you can get close enough, he's holding her up in the air with one hand. You feel disoriented by the horrible sight before you. Your sister isn't just hanging upside down, her head is completely turned backwards and she is completely covered in her own blood.
"No!"
The Emptiness You Left
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Maddy’s Top Five Favorite TMNT Episodes from Every Series!
Welcome to my ranking list! My first of many, hopefully! I even spiced things up and made it all fancy with the different font! 😂 god I’m getting old.
A while ago I made a PowerPoint presentation for fun about the history of the TMNT and the franchise. From that point it led to me gaining a spot in a YouTube video series discussing the movies leading up to the premier of Mutant Mayhem, and it’s been one of the best things to happen to me despite the terrible stuff I’ve gone through.
TMNT really saved me at the lowest point of my life in the winter of 2022. It inspired me to go back to Tumblr. I met and befriended incredibly talented people in this fandom. And I’ve found a reason to be happy again because of it. The pain of losing my big sister still aches, and I miss her more each passing day, but I know she’d tell me to get off my ass and do what made me happy.
So for my birthday this weekend, I’ll share this with you guys to celebrate something that brought me joy through all this pain. ❤️‍🩹
Let’s talk turtles! 💙💜❤️🧡
Lemme explain the criteria for this real fast;
The episode had to have come from a current/ up to date show. It has to be fully completed!
The episodes have to catch my interest and the plot needs to be gripping! The angstier the better!
Any of the series episodes are candidates for a win! Except for certain ones that I’d rather not watch 🤣
SPOILERS BEWARE! Cuz… well, I dunno who’s finished the shows and I don’t wanna ruin the surprise for others!
Also, this never would have been possible without @jadethest0ne for inspiring me! Thank you for all you do in the TMNT fandom, your art/ analyses are wonderful!!! Please go give them support!!
Onto the list proper! Starting with the series that started it all: 1987!
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The Maltese Hamster ( Season 3 Ep. 4 ) An excellent Donatello solo episode that takes the tone of a detective noir movie, but keeping the fun vibe of the show! Donnie gets to take center stage for once, April gets to use a laser gun, and the shift in tone sets the mood really well! It’s downright harrowing to watch a building collapse on Donnie and see him limping away from the scene in agony, passing out at Irma’s feet, trying to save his brothers despite the odds. Donnie’s my favorite turtle for a reason!
Raphael Meets His Match ( Season 4 Ep. 17 ) The first appearance of Mona Lisa, and I can see why the fans adore this ship so much! The chemistry between Mona and Raph throughout this one episode is really telling of how impactful one character can be to a franchise! Mona is really fun! She’s not just a token ‘girl character’ trope or an archetype, she can handle herself and kick ass alongside the turtles, plus she and Raph have some pretty witty banter together!
Beware The Lotus ( Season 3 Ep. 28 ) The introduction of Lotus Blossom! It’s speculated that the inspiration for Karai came from Lotus! Lotus and Leo had great chemistry together, it's a shame we only got two episodes to spend with her. She really is an interesting character with loads of story potential about finding your place in the world, discovering who you are, changing your destiny to make it what you want. This is me basically saying I am now part of the Lotus Blossom Fan Club.
Cowabunga, Shredhead! ( Season 3 Ep. 18 ) This is one of the fan favorite episodes, and after I watched it for the first time I could not stop laughing. James Avery does his best Mikey impression while playing the over the top Shredder, and everyone just accepts it??? It’s downright genius! The meme material from this one is plentiful!
Michelangelo Meets Mondo Gecko ( Season 5 Ep. 4 ) The introduction of Mondo himself, and he’s got a really cool design! On first viewing I was pleasantly surprised by his unique color scheme and his character! He’s a bad guy that gets a redemption arc by the end of the episode! I was rooting for him the whole time! It was this debut that made me adore Mondo, and he’s since become my favorite mutant character of the franchise!
Honorable Mentions are Donatello’s Duplicate and Turtlemaniac!
Next up is a controversial one, but I gotta be honest… ‘03 isn’t my favorite series for a lot of reasons, but I will admit! When this series had fantastic episodes, they were AMAZING. So I gotta give credit when due and give kudos to these wins!
The Shredder Strikes Back Parts One and Two ( Season 1 Episodes 17-18 ) Nothing really tops how good this show was in the first season, and these episodes take the comic storyline of Leo’s beatdown and bring it to life masterfully. For Leo’s segments of part one it’s spent mostly with no dialogue— the animation and music carrying how serious the scene is as Leo has to fight for his life against the Foot and how desperate he becomes as he grows weaker and weaker. The second episode is non-stop action as the rest of the turtles, Splinter, April and Casey have to fend off the Foot and Shredder as they fight for their lives in the antique shop. This is one of Michael Sinterniklass’s BEST performances as Leo in these episodes. The stakes are higher than ever before, the animation is gorgeous, and everyone gives it their all for this epic mid-season finale.
Same As It Never Was ( Season 3 Ep. 21 ) This is the episode I would tell people to watch if they think TMNT is just kiddie trash.
Bad Blood ( Season 6 Ep. 12 ) Probably the Fast Forward concept I wish got expanded on instead of giving it two standalone stories and dropping it entirely. It’s a cool idea that I wish got touched upon more often because, yeah, what would evil clones of the turtles look like? What kind of abilities could they have? There’s infinite possibilities! I could live without the new catchphrase ‘It's Ninja Time’ though. While Fast Forward is flawed, this episode was the one I thoroughly liked!
Insane in the Membrane ( Season 4 Ep. 19 ) The infamously banned episode, and all I have to say about it is two words. Holy. Shit.
The Real World Part One ( Season 3 Ep. 22 ) Any team-up with Usagi Yojimbo is a good one, and this was such a delight! It’s loosely based on one of the Usagi stories from the comics, and I loved how badass they made both Usagi and Tomoe! Leo and Usagi have great chemistry as always, and you can tell they have a strong bond with one another as warriors! Or boyfriends depending on how you interpret their relationship but honestly I totally see where everyone is coming from, THESE TWO ARE ADORABLE DORKS.
Next up is my all-time favorite incarnation of the franchise, 2012!! I have A LOT to say about so many of the episodes but alas, I could only choose five to discuss. One day… one day I shall make a thesis about it 🤣 for now however, here’s my top five faves from this series!
The Yojimbo Trilogy ( Season 5 Episodes 7-9 ) Oh. My. God. YES. The love letter to Stan Sakai’s comics, the beautiful homage to vintage Japanese cinema with the camera framework and action, and OH MY LORD, THE COLORS AND SHADING DURING USAGI’S FIGHT WITH JAY IN THE FINALE???? THAT’S CINEMA! Excellent voice acting by Yuki Matsuzaki, which was his first English speaking role and personally chosen by Sakai himself to play the ronin rabbit! My only complaint is that I wish we’d gotten more of the Yojimbo characters in here, like Tomoe or Gen! Otherwise I can watch all three of these episodes on repeat and always get excited!
Lone Rat and Cubs ( Season 5 Ep. 10 ) The final appearance of Splinter, the episode Kevin Eastman wrote, and a beautiful send-off to this character. It’s a flashback, yes, but this is the episode we get to see Yoshi adapting to his mutation as a rat, raising his boys, trying to be a good father and struggling to survive from the Krang. It’s a part of his life we rarely ever get to see, and this episode shows us why he was a great father. Basically it's a try not to cry challenge. For me, THIS episode is the series finale because it’s just a perfect conclusion to Splinter and his story.
Requiem/Owari ( Season 4 Episodes 25-26 ) The finale to the overall series, the finale to this overarching story, and it’s just as heartbreaking and suspenseful as you’d expect. The writers don't hold back their punches, and it shows that the gloves have finally come off. The characters we’ve come to love and care for are at their breaking point, the Shredder is the most threatening he’s ever been, and the team decides it’s time to put the monster down for good. Whoever thinks this show was just ‘kiddie trash’ needs to be sat down and shown this two-parter, because GODDAMN. Ciro Nieli treated this with so much care and respect. I cannot help but adore the team who put this together because the stakes have been raised to an all-time high, and the final showdown between Shredder and the turtles here is hair-raising, all reaching its climax when Leonardo finishes Oroku Saki by beheading him. It’s powerful, it’s devastating, and it’s a damn excellent showcase of why this series was the best iteration of the franchise to date.
The Fourfold Trap ( Season 3 Ep. 23 ) Yet another homage to a horror movie, only this time it’s a lot more intense. Based on Saw, this episode makes you sit on the edge of your seat as you can only hope that the turtles will escape the traps Karai’s put them in. It’s all nerve wracking to watch on a first viewing experience, POOR DONNIE OH MY GOD, CAN WE STOP PUTTING THIS BOY IN ELECTROCUTION DEVICES???? He still manages to create a plan to save his brothers even while he’s being electrocuted! Also, SPLINTER IS BEST RAT DAD. This episode will teach you the meaning of ‘angsty dread’ and ‘overwhelming anxiety.’
Trans-Dimensional Turtles ( Season 4 Ep. 10 ) THE TURTLES FOREVER WE DESERVED BUT WE DIDN'T GET UNTIL CIRO NIELI HOOKED US UP WITH THE BEST CROSSOVER WE’VE EVER BEEN BLESSED WITH! The OG turtles are all so much fun to see again both in and out of 2D, Gilbert Godfried is always a delight, the 2012 turtles in traditional 2D animation is awesome, and ALL THE OG VOICE ACTORS ARE HERE AND CLEARLY HAVING THE TIMES OF THEIR LIVES. THE ROB PAULSEN JOKE IS LITERALLY A BLESSING XD I only wish it had been longer!
Honorable Mentions are Slash and Destroy, Pizza-Face, Within the Woods and Mutant Gangland!
And rounding it off is the last— but certainly not least— series, Rise!! I adore this one!! It’s right behind 2012 as my favorite TMNT series just for the stellar animation!! It’s such a shame that this one had to end so unfairly, but today I’m giving it the love it deserves!! Please note that I have yet to complete season two of ROTTMNT cuz my life has been crazy hectic and I haven’t had the time, but once I do, I’ll go back and update this section if I find more episodes I liked!
Raph’s Ride Along ( Season 2 Ep. 8A ) Ummmmmm the 2012 VA’s playing parody versions of their turtles as yokai criminals??? HELL YEAH. If only they got Astin to play a character though! Then we would’ve had a reverse Turtles Forever reunion! I came out of this episode really loving the Mud Dogz as characters and wanting more, especially Dastardly Danny cuz Rob Paulsen is always a win! Too bad this show got canned before we could really get to know these guys. BUT HEY! That’s what the fandom is for! 🤣
Insane in the Mama Train ( Season 1 Episode 25 ) When I watched this series blind, this episode blew my mind. Seeing something so well done had me screaming in joy with how expertly this episode was crafted. The stellar action choreography, the great comedic elements splashed in to lighten the tense mood, the ANIMATION OH MY LORD. Disney, take notes. And that ending leaves a pit in my stomach every time, like OOOOF, those expressions! That sudden tonal swap!
Mystic Library ( Season 1, Ep. 20A ) Probably my favorite comedy episode! The timing for the jokes in this one specifically is so well done, and every single one had me in tears. I’ve been trying to commit Donnie’s library rap to memory but alas, I’ve been failing.
The Clothes Don’t Make The Turtle ( Season 2 Episode 10B ) THIS. MORE OF THIS PRETTY PLEASE. It's just SO MUCH FUN. I really don’t have anything else to say other than this one is a great treat, also, the reanimated fan cut of this is spectacular!!
Snow Day ( Season 1 Ep. 23B ) This, for me, is the Christmas special of the series even though it’s in no way related to the holiday or has anything to do with it BUT I DON’T CARE LET ME DREAM. I love this one for the adorable interactions and the bonding! Seeing the characters goofing off and having fun, enjoying the weather and spending time together outside of the angst? I CRAVE FLUFF LIKE THIS.
And Tada! There it is! I hope you liked this!! It was tons of fun to compile all my favorite episodes into one project and share my thoughts! This fandom has been nothing but fantastic and I’m proud to be in it!
Thank you to all who have inspired me to keep going and pursue my dreams. You guys are great! @queen-with-the-quill @tending-the-hearth @wasted-and-ready @tmnt-tychou @mermmarie @figuringitoutasigoalong @lameboobah @zandiiangelspit @pumpkinpie59 @indieyuugure @angelicdavinci @imagine4000
And thank you to my IRL friends who have pulled me to my feet and supported me. Not only are you guys the best people I know, but I consider you guys family. You really saved me last year. I’m honored to call you my friends 💓
What are your favorite episodes?? Lemme know!! 😁 Maybe I’ll do a movie ranking next!
Cowabunga!! Have a great day!! 💚💚
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i-did-not-mean-to · 11 months
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ℍ𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕟
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The people have spoken in this poll.
Here is the Bonus chapter to my TSF (S)wiped out.
True to the spirit of the story, the title is a song title. (Honest Man by Ben Platt)
Words: 4.8 k (I've tried to make it worth your while)
Characters: Thorin x Bilbo
Warnings: Some internalised homophobia, some insecurity, a kiss
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Bilbo looked up in surprise when Thorin ambled into the bar on a Thursday night, dressed to the nines, and holding a pitiful bouquet of daisies in his broad hands.
“Did one of the ladies convince you after all?” he asked and almost set the glass he was drying down beside the counter in his puzzlement; there was a sick, unhappy feeling in the pit of his stomach that he didn’t want to investigate.
It was but surprise, he tried to tell himself. He had been at the garden party, and he had seen the women completely forget about Thorin within half an hour of their arrival.
At least the first date was having a good time, drinking Dwalin under the table, while the sopping wet cat of a lady had been utterly engrossed in telling her whole life story to a very sympathetic looking Ori who had awkwardly patted her hand at regular intervals.
“She’ll get him to marry him before the day is over,” Bilbo had whispered.
Visibly surprised, Thorin had narrowed his eyes and shrugged. “Better him than me, I’d say.”
“It’s not the crystal-peddling one, is it?” Bilbo now asked and shuddered at the thought of the woman who had been kicked out from the festivities after conning Kíli into buying a whole stock of utterly useless stones and oils.
“What?” Thorin blushed; he had not listened to a word Bilbo had said because he was so relieved to see a friendly face. “What about her? I’m sure she’s in jail or in an institution by now—ask me if I care.”
“Do you care?” Bilbo complied with a crooked grin.
“No, maybe the dragon lady can get her off lightly—why are we talking about my failed dates again? It’s done, it’s over—Dís had a funeral for my potential and we’ve all wept.” Thorin gave a short bark of laughter and gingerly put the flowers down on the counter in front of Bilbo.
“Either way, Bofur has invited the last one to an exposition on doilies,” he then explained slowly. “He was so thankful for the introduction that he…his cousin has a restaurant, did you know?”
Sniggering, Bilbo shook his head. He had been delighted to meet Thorin’s friends and family, but he was far from remembering everyone who had attended the garden party, let alone recall what they did for a living.
“So, I’ve got a reservation—very sought after, I’ll have you know—courtesy of Bofur…and I wanted to invite you.”
Picking up the same glass again and polishing exactly one hand width of the rim, Bilbo stared at Thorin in confusion. “Me?” he finally squeaked. “Why?”
“You’re the only good thing that has come out of this ordeal,” Thorin admitted sheepishly. “You had my back through the whole thing, and I wanted to show my…gratitude.” It was but half a lie, a euphemism really, he told himself encouragingly as he saw Bilbo’s face cycle through a multitude of contradicting feelings within a few seconds.
“Would it be too sad to invite your sister for dinner?” Bilbo quipped, but his voice was a little unsteady on the delivery of the snarky undertone.
“Oh, if I have to sit through another evening with a demanding, dissatisfied, disapproving female anytime soon, I’ll run mad,” Thorin groaned, “be she my sister or the currently reigning Miss Universe.”
“All right then,” Bilbo agreed, forcing his cheery nonchalance to the surface with all his might. “I reckon it cannot do me any harm to eat in another establishment for once. When is your reservation? I’ll see if I am free.”
“Whenever you are free,” Thorin replied just a little too fast and too fervently. “I’ve not settled a date yet—I wanted to check with you when you’d be available.”
Bilbo blushed furiously. It hit him like a ton of bricks that Thorin had not invited him because he had not found anybody else to go with him on a particular night—he had wanted Bilbo specifically to spend the evening with him in a fancy restaurant and had taken precautions in his planning of the outing to make it so.
Having watched Thorin jump through every imaginable flaming hoop in the name of being a good date, Bilbo of course knew how dedicated the other man was to these things, but he had never considered the possibility of ever being on the receiving end of such generosity and kindness himself.
“Tomorrow? I can find someone to man the fort for me—I’ve not taken time off in years, I think I deserve that,” Bilbo mused out loud.
“Tomorrow it is,” Thorin said, confident that he’d get a table for the next day. Bilbo could appreciate and even envy that kind of self-assurance and faith.
“Do I meet you there or…”
“I can pick you up here or…”
Lifting a slightly trembling hand to his burning cheeks, Bilbo scribbled his home address on a cocktail napkin and handed it over jerkily—it was surprisingly hard to pry his fingers off the cheap paper though.
“Shall we say 7 o’clock?” Thorin asked, his eyes gleaming with triumph and boundless joy.
Bilbo nodded, feeling increasingly like a wooden doll that had been turned into a real boy unexpectedly.
“Good, I am looking forward to it. Wear something nice!” Thorin chirped and turned to the door without having ordered a drink; usually, this went against the house rules and would have merited a stern scolding by Bilbo but, on this one occasion, the flustered barkeeper decided to make an exception.
“Thorin!” he called faintly. “You do know that I am gay, right?”
There, it was out. Bilbo thought that it had been implied and referenced often enough for Thorin to get the hint, but he wanted to make absolutely sure that neither one of them was misconstruing what would happen the next day.
“Hmmm,” Thorin hummed over his shoulder, winking at Bilbo with a flash of charisma he had not lavished liberally on his female dates. “That’s why I brought you flowers. There are more where those came from, you know?”
“I love flowers,” Bilbo exclaimed passionately before he could remember his good manners and remind himself not to look overeager or spoiled.
“Then you shall have them,” Thorin grinned. “See you tomorrow!”
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Bilbo snarled like a feral creature at this wardrobe; the old, weathered wood did not think his frustration worthy of a reply though and merely kept gaping at the fool its owner was making of himself out of its open drawers and doors.
“Wear something nice,” he muttered under his breath as he discarded the cream-coloured shirt he had been wearing for the last 5 minutes—he had given that one a longer chance than the five that had been tried and rejected before.
Picking up the third shirt again, he eyed it suspiciously. He liked the rich green colour and the fabric felt nice under his fingertips, but the cut was rather unfortunate as it would allow Thorin to see the smidgen of pudge he had not been able to get rid of. Pilates and conscious eating be damned!
Thorin was not a monster, he tried to remind himself; he had sat through dates with five women who had looked very different from one another, and he had not cancelled or aborted any of his meetings on account of their appearance.
Surely, he would not hold the negligible lack of perfect fitness against a man he had mainly seen only partially as Bilbo tended to hide behind the bar whenever he got flustered.
Nevertheless, Bilbo wanted to look his best, lest Thorin suspect that he was taking this date less than seriously. Maybe, he thought uncertainly, that would actually be for the better—just in case the brooding beauty had merely joked about the flowers.
Better not get his foolish hopes up! And he should hurry. And he had forgotten to comb his curls after the shower and now they had dried in a tangled mess. And it was almost time. And he had not even started on the trousers…
Just as he was about to have a panic attack on account of all the things he had clearly not considered well enough beforehand, Bilbo was interrupted in his downward spiral by the sound of his doorbell being rung.
Necessity and urgency made him jump into a nice pair of light brown trousers and pull the tight, green shirt over his unkempt head while shuffling towards the front door.
“Oh hey,” he huffed as he pulled it open, feeling like a proper romance novel hero.
Instead of the expected face—chiselled, bearded, and gleaming with mischief—he looked into a luscious bouquet of multi-coloured flowers.
“Good evening. Am I early?”
Checking his wristwatch and suppressing another groan, Bilbo assured Thorin that he was right on time. “I had a hard time choosing what to wear. Is this nice enough?”
The flowers were lowered instantly, and the electrifying glow of those startlingly blue eyes washed over a woefully agitated Bilbo appreciatively. “Absolutely perfect,” Thorin praise and extended his elbow to Bilbo. “Shall we?”
“2 minutes,” Bilbo promised, took the flowers, and dashed into the kitchen to put them into a vase. As he heard Thorin rummaging in the foyer, he allowed himself to bury his face in their fragrant beauty for a short moment before running back out and valiantly trying to slip into both his shoes at the same time.
“Don’t let my eagerness put any pressure on you,” Thorin said kindly. “We have time. I just thought we’d go there early so you can order the most complicated cocktail on the menu and watch someone else make it.”
“I am hardly that pitiless,” Bilbo snorted and shot back up as if pulled by a string. “I am all ready. Let’s go!”
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In the end, Thorin did convince Bilbo to order a fancy cocktail while ordering a beer for himself.
“Bottle of that one,” Bilbo tapped the fancy card laid out in front of him, “I’ve seen what you’ve got on tap, and I think this one will be much better appreciated!”
The barkeeper stared at him for a moment before shrugging and complying.
“Ah, to have one’s own barkeeper,” Thorin sighed contentedly. “This is already a better date than any of the others!”
“Glad to be of service,” Bilbo laughed and moved the basket with peanuts resolutely out of Thorin’s reach. “You’re snacking me out of a home,” he explained with a wink, “and we’re here to have dinner, so I won’t let you ruin your appetite by gorging yourself on nuts! They only put those out because they make you thirsty.”
Staring longingly at the snack, Thorin nodded nonetheless and turned his hungry, intense gaze fully on Bilbo.
While waiting for their table to be ready, they talked about their families, their friends, and their plans in life.
“I’ve always wanted to work with people, you know? I love the bar, but it’s not as if that was all I’ve ever dreamed of…” Bilbo said dreamily, berating himself only vaguely for having downed that cocktail much too fast on an empty stomach—he rarely indulged in alcohol himself as it made him emotional and much too honest.
“I know a guy who works in construction,” Thorin replied candidly. “If you ever want to expand the business, I can give you his card.”
“Sure thing,” Bilbo giggled and leaned back, only to realise—a moment too late—that the barstool did not have a backrest. A broad, strong hand kept him from toppling from his chair though and then, Thorin’s warm breath ghosted along the shell of his ear as he pushed a discreet card over.
“That is your card,” Bilbo snorted after a single glance. “Couldn’t you simply have given me your number?”
“After all the time you’ve spend fiddling with my phone, I think you could have simply saved yours in it!” Thorin shot back, a bit miffed.
“How do you know that I didn’t?”
“I’ve checked.”
There was not much Bilbo could say to that. “All right,” he grinned and pocketed the card. “I’ll call you. About the expansion. And other things. Depending on how this evening goes…No, actually, I think I’ll call you anyway, if only to yell at you!”
“Deal,” Thorin quipped and nodded at someone across the room. “The table is ready.”
Surprise and amazement surged within Bilbo as soon as he saw it—there were slim, white candles and pale pink roses. This truly was a table laid for an intimate date rather than a friendly dinner, and he couldn’t keep his cheeks from warming visibly.
For a single heartbeat, the world seemed to stop in its tracks and every truth he had ever accepted placidly slid out of place—Bilbo suddenly longed for more. He wanted to be brave enough to turn around and simply kiss Thorin, in front of a full restaurant and his extended family, he wanted to expand his business into serving real food and maybe even offering a few rooms for rent, he wanted more than the comfortable life of a well-liked bachelor. He wanted this—this table, this atmosphere, this man—forever.
And then, that uniquely fragile and heart-wrenching moment passed, and they went back to discussing everything and nothing.
When the first course was served, Thorin realised that there had not been a single uncomfortable silence in their conversation and that he felt relaxed and happy instead of tense and miserable in a potentially romantic setting which was the first time in long years.
“So, no news from your ladies?” Bilbo circled back to the subject that haunted him.
“Hmmm? Oh yes, some keep me posted about their life. I am a great listener and a cool friend to have,” Thorin replied easily, snatching a piece of bread out of the basket Bilbo had tried to move out of his direct line of sight.
“I know,” Bilbo commented dryly and gave the breadbasket back with an apologetic shrug.
“It’s all the same,” Thorin explained slowly between bites, “friendship and love, I mean. Most of the time, it just doesn’t click and then you’re better off as friends, wouldn’t you agree? No need to throw the baby out with the bathwater.”
Bilbo nodded cautiously. “Do you think the opposite can happen as well? Falling in love with a friend?”
Instantly, Thorin’s eyes lit up like a chemical fire. “Isn’t that the dream? Falling in love with a friend and being loved back? That’s what dreams are made of!”
For someone who had just dragged himself through his dates as if bearing a calvary, Bilbo thought. Thorin seemed very convinced of his theory and enthusiastic about the prospect that such a thing could happen to anyone.
“So, there’s still a chance for some of them?” Bilbo couldn’t believe his own words—why couldn’t he just let it go?
“No way,” Thorin immediately assured him. “Romantic, then platonic, then romantic again? I’m afraid that goes a bit too far. No, I just want to find someone I am comfortable with.”
He should not have agreed to the delicious bottle of wine Thorin had ordered and from which a discreet waiter kept filling up their glasses, Bilbo realised at the very moment his treacherous tongue went off like a shot. “Indeed,” he heard himself say, “I am convinced that you deserve so much better than these women. None of them has even tried to get to know you or has cared even one bit about whether you wanted a refill or were hungry, or bored, or uncomfortable.”
His voice kept growing louder and more animated and yet, Thorin merely grinned at him as if his clumsy rant was pure poetry. He looked so handsome in his white button-down and dark trousers that Bilbo somehow couldn’t stop himself from complaining about how he thought none of the women deserved a second chance as they had failed to express the appropriate level of appreciation for the kind, handsome, and charming man with whom they had had the honour of spending the evening.
“My glass was always full,” Thorin reminded Bilbo gently, “thanks to you. Moreover, you’ve healed my heart by pouring all the compliments you apparently thought I missed out on upon my undeserving head right now.” His sturdy hand came to rest on Bilbo’s pacifyingly. “They are no longer important; let’s talk about something pleasant instead. Did you like your flowers?”
“Of course,” Bilbo replied and nodded his head so vehemently that his curls fanned out like a golden halo. “That was a very nice gesture. What would you like to discuss then?”
Pressing his lips together to prevent any stupid, premature outburst to ruin his chances, Thorin collected his thoughts for a moment; he was astonished and delighted to notice that he had indeed learned something during the martyrdom of his recent dating history.
He also found that he didn’t really care at all—his tense shoulders relaxed, and his smile softened gradually as the stress of the last weeks just melted away. “Anything is fine by me, anything but them. What do you have planned for this weekend?”
“Work,” Bilbo snorted. “As any other day. I’ve thought about maybe trying to get a Sunday brunch thing going.” He tapped a finger against his plush, inviting lips pensively.
Thorin’s eyebrows travelled up his forehead as a new idea took hold in his head. “If I come by to look around the premises and tell you what is possible in terms of expansion, I’d take a test-brunch as my payment.”
“Is that so?” Bilbo cocked his head. “It would only be you and me though.”
“It’s only you and me now,” Thorin commented astutely. “Just the way I like things, as it turns out!”
“Well, then, by all means, be my guest. I’ll prepare a spread for you that you won’t forget!”
Somehow, Thorin did not doubt that for a single second. Bilbo was a man who truly enjoyed food; he had become the mesmerised witness of the profound and otherworldly pleasure his guest could take in a well-prepared meal, and he yearned to see that blissed-out expression on Bilbo’s soft, mobile features more often.
There were many things he longed for, now that he came to think of it: the amused little side-glance Bilbo gave him when he got extraordinarily huffy about something utterly irrelevant, the beaming smile a slightly buzzed Bilbo cracked whenever Thorin said something even remotely funny, and—more than anything else—the quiet gaze of solidarity and affection he had caught from the corner of his eye at times. Somehow, Bilbo seemed to intrinsically feel or know just what was needed to save Thorin from a disagreeable situation or an extended session of senseless brooding.
“Any allergies?” Bilbo asked, interrupting Thorin’s realisation that he could not remember ever having enjoyed a date half as much as this dinner.
“Hmm? No…sorry, I was miles away in my thoughts.”
“I could tell. Are you tired, do you want to skip dessert?” Bilbo asked gently, patting Thorin’s hand to make him understand that he was neither angry nor disappointed. “I feel like I’ve eaten my own weight already anyway.”
“Maybe,” Thorin replied with a wink, “next time? I have been told that Bombur’s chocolate soufflé is to die for.”
Bilbo’s eyes lit up at the word “soufflé” and, true to his nature, he didn’t need any more convincing or coaxing after that.
“By the way, I am not tired, no,” Thorin said when he saw a thickly laden spoon full of gooey deliciousness be ensconced firmly between Bilbo’s lips. “I was just thinking how much I like being here with you.”
“You don’t think I am a gluttonous pig?” Bilbo mouthed around his spoon, his eyes twinkling with good cheer and sugar-fuelled ecstasy.
“I don’t,” Thorin assured him; he had never given the gender of his potential partners much thought before. He had always surmised that he was just the kind of man who was only attractive to a select group of people that kept dwindling fast as the years went by—that set had been comprised of mainly women by chance or accident thus far, and Thorin had had no say in the matter or reason to contest that.
If that was about to change now, he thought placidly, he wouldn’t object to changing his habits and adapt his expectations to the reality of his prospects and desires.
Never in a thousand years would he have presumed to find such a comfortable and yet exciting potential lover in a surprisingly prim barkeeper with a wicked sense of humour and a deep love for flavourful food. Bilbo evidently loved life and—seeing him celebrate others’ successes without reticence or envy—reminded Thorin of how much he had sacrificed throughout his own existence.
“You make me feel alive,” he confessed, “the way you eat, the way you talk, the way you smile at me. It’s as if you could turn back the time and make me believe that it’s not too late for me to be happy. Is that cheesy?”
“Yes,” Bilbo nodded, licking his spoon, “but I love cheese. Actually, the olives they served with the bread. Do you know where they get them from?”
“They pickle or brine or marinate them themselves,” Thorin replied sheepishly. “I do not know. I am a mediocre cook.” That was a bold lie; his cooking was positively awful, but he didn’t want Bilbo to know. After this charming evening, Thorin would crawl to his sister and implore her to impart her valuable wisdom to redress that flaw as soon as he could.
“Hmmm, I wonder if they’d share the recipe,” Bilbo mused aloud. For a moment, Thorin was taken in by his casual musings, but then he realised that Bilbo’s eyes were just a smidgen too feverish now even though his initial inebriation had worn off long since.
“What is the matter?”
“Are you playing me, Thorin?” Bilbo asked in a quiet, shivering voice. “I am not like those women; I don’t put my heart on the line recklessly.”
“I am not. Why do you say that?”
“I’ve watched you go on dates with 5 women in about as many weeks,” Bilbo exclaimed, clapping his hand over his trembling lips when a few other stragglers turned to him in startled surprise or outright annoyance. “I…Do you even…”
“I don’t care,” Thorin said firmly, the conviction that he was on the right track constantly growing within his heart. “I just know that you make me feel good about the world, life, and myself. When you’re around, everything seems a little brighter and less fatal than I’ve always thought it’d be, and I want that in my life.”
“A friend,” Bilbo muttered. “I can be your friend—you’re an amazing person to be around and you’re, as always, too hard on yourself. You’re actually not so bad yourself and you’ve been the only source of entertainment these last few weeks—I really have to get something new going to spruce the old dig up.”
Me, Thorin thought desperately. In his mind, he could see it—a crystal clear vision of perfect bliss. He’d come to the bar after work and sit by the counter, telling Bilbo about his day.
His friends could come, and maybe his disastrous dates could become regulars as well, who knew? He certainly wouldn’t mind keeping them in his life as casual acquaintances.
Saturday sessions on the job site, Sunday brunches. Everything—his plans of letting his nephews slowly take over more important clients and bear more responsibility in the firm as well as Bilbo’s designs for his own place—suddenly made sense.
Despite the late hour, Thorin felt invigorated and refreshed as after a long and restful night.
“Bilbo,” he interrupted the frantic babbling about avocado toast and different swatches of pastel colours gently but firmly. “I am not asking you to be my friend.”
Thorin took out his wallet and left a generous tip, knowing that Bombur would send the actual bill to his office for discretion purposes. “Let’s go; it’s a fine night and I think we could both do with a little digestive walk, don’t you think?”
Nodding dumbly, Bilbo allowed himself to insert his hand into the crook of Thorin’s elbow and be led out of the fancy, by now almost entirely empty, restaurant as if he was indeed the guest of honour of the night. A soppy smile struggled to take hold of his mouth and distort it into an unforgivably silly expression of emotion, but he managed to bite it back just in time as Thorin’s luminous gaze fell upon his face.
“Oh, you were made to be seen under the stars,” Bilbo whispered as all the blues, blacks, and silvers of Thorin’s complexion melted into the background of a starry night sky to create an ephemeral work of art that was painted by the hands of fate just for his own momentary enjoyment. “If only I had known—I’d opened the outdoor seating for your dates.”
“Humbug,” Thorin chuckled. “They’d have fallen ill and I’d have had to foot the bill for their medical expenses. Thank you, but no, thank you.”
Steering Bilbo confidently, he took him to an outlook platform over a small river and they felt the cool night air make their hair dance in the fragrant breeze. The whole scene felt absolutely magical and otherworldly to Bilbo who sighed longingly under his breath.
“As much as I love your bar,” Thorin said in a low, vibrating voice, “there are many places I’d want to take a date outside of it. This is but one of those.”
Bilbo hummed patiently, turning up his face to bask in the beauty of his companion—he had only ever seen Thorin in the pub and, now that he had spent a whole evening with him, he had to agree. Indeed, he himself desired to see Thorin in other contexts: illuminated by flickering candlelight and bathed in the pale gleam of the moon, sitting in the blazing afternoon sun…and waking up to the first, shy rays of the nascent morning.
“I think,” Thorin went on, lifting his hand to grip Bilbo’s chin tenderly between his thumb and crooked index, “that I want to take you to those places. Are you game? You don’t have to…I mean…There’s no need to spare my feelings now out of pity only to break my heart later.”
Instantly, Bilbo’s own heart started throbbing in empathy and affection; Thorin had experienced so much rejection and disappointment lately that he came to simply expect that things would end badly for him.
Nonetheless, he had been brave enough to try something completely different and ask out someone who was not at all in the usual pool of potential partners for him—and he had done marvellously. Bilbo could not remember having ever gone on such a beautiful and utterly bewitching date before, and every fibre of his being dreaded the end of this night.
What if it had all been a dream?
“I’d love that,” he replied breathlessly, resolving to match Thorin’s reckless courage and giving in to foolish hope against all odds.
“Good,” Thorin grinned winningly.
A moment later, his lips—warm and sensual—brushed against Bilbo’s in a tentative kiss that felt like a caress and tasted sweet and refreshing like a splash of spring water.
Damn it, Bilbo thought hazily, and threw his arms around Thorin’s neck, giving his massive frame a vigorous tug until they collided in the stillness of the picturesque night scene like two meteors burning across the endless black backdrop.
Their kiss turned feverish, thrumming with words unspoken and questions unasked, while their hands roamed forcefully and desperately across each other’s backs and sides as if in search of something to hold on to as the world spun out of focus.
“I’ll come by on Sunday,” Thorin promised as he finally pulled back; his face radiated with joy in the ambient obscurity and his thumbs brushed caressingly against Bilbo’s shivering ribs. “And I’ve changed my mind about the price of my consultation. A brunch, yes, but also about two thousand more of these kisses. Generous as I am, I shall let you pay them off by regular instalments."
"Sounds like a deal,” Bilbo agreed, dizzy with relief and anticipation. “How about you come by Saturday night and allow me to make a down payment after closing time?”
“Ah, you’ve got a sound mind for business,” Thorin cackled, pulling Bilbo into a tight, warm embrace and leaning his bearded cheek against the top of the curly head of the shorter man tenderly. “I can see that we’ll get along just fine.”
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@lordoftherazzles, @mysandwichranaway thank you for your encouragement and your support.
Lots of love from me!
And all my gratitude to the Bagginshielders for having voted so fervently for their OTP; I hope I could bring this story to a satisfactory close for y'all.
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anon-e-miss · 5 months
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Here's a little something you're all here for.
Trauma dumping. Yeah. I know.
I didn't mark my dad's 80th birthday because that was the same day my family was embarking on the trip I got kicked off of because I demanded an apology and space from my abusive sister.
I didn't mark it because I didn't want to explain to extended family why I didn't go on this family trip. I didn't know what sort of things my bitch sister would be posting.
I didn't mark the second anniversary of his death in September because I didn't have words.
So I didn't wish him an 80th birthday. I know he's dead and doesn't know to care.
I want to stop caring about blow back. No one cares about my sister hurting me. My mother claims to agree she's been awful and she claims she's told her as much but I don't believe she has said much of anything because I grew up with her. I know how my mother parented my sister.
Why do I care what my mother feels? I have been clinging to Kinktober to have some tiny distraction from the lead up to the trip and then them being away on it. My mother is mad at me for not telling her not to go. After she first told me she would not go but then said she would go because she didn't want to lose the last of dad's death benefits she'd put down.
She's mad at me for not telling her not to go. She tells me now that really she had been guilted to go for my nieces. So she's mad at me for not guilting her to and I told her never in a million years would she have picked me over the girls, just to start. Next, she told me she didn't want to lose the money. I feel enough guilt my boyfriend did.
I shouldn't have needed to tell her. I shouldn't have needed to tell her it would be hurtful for her to GO ALONG WITH THE PERSON THAT HURT ME instead of standing up for me.
Fuck that. Fuck that.
Fully acknowledging here that I am having a bit of a rage spiral right now. I have been holding this in for a month because I didn't want to blow up on her before she left on the trip because I didn't want to ruin it for her.
Turn around and she didn't apologize for going. She blamed me for being hurt. She takes no responsibility for the consequences of her decisions.
I am so fucking tired of caring about other people's feelings when they don't give a fuck about mine. I'm so tired of not mattering to my own fucking family.
I'm really fucking tired. Mom laid a guilt trip on me before she left that she wasn't going to have Christmas if my sister and I didn't work this out. I addressed that, since I was on a role, and told her I didn't want to guilt of her not celebrating her favourite holiday. We went back and forth a bit and she's going to invite us both to her place for Christmas day and that's that. Normally my sister hosts. I see this turning into my sister hosting within hours of the invite going out.
I said fine. If mom hosts I go. I give the girls presents. I give mom one, boyfriend one. The bitch gets nothing. Not even a stocking stuffer. Not even coal. She isn't worth a dog turd. But I don't believe it'll role out that way because given Mom went on the trip, I know how firm her spine is when it comes to my sister.
I don't know. My head hurts. I need to talk to the boyfriend because I need him to understand how bad this is. I need him to not try to fix this because it isn't for me to fix. I am not the one that needs to be fixed.
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kittyt-hexxed · 2 years
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My Lovers Hate Each Other (Vi x Reader x Sevika) - 2
Part Two - Getting with Vi
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Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Final Part
Warning: Polyamorous Relationship, flirting, broken bones, fighting, ex flirting in front of you, alcohol, swearing and rowdy behavior
Summary: Now that Vi’s home, you fall back into your friendship with her… until you start crushing. She joins you in working behind the bar and you two get close.
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“Okay, so tell me why you’re dating Sevika. Is she holding you hostage or something?” Vi demands the moment you’re in private. You nervously adjust your position on the couch and give her a smile.
“No, she’s not holding me hostage. I took over ownership of The Last Drop and Sevika was a regular. We didn’t interact much the first year as I was still grieving and pissed over you and Vander’s death. Silco kept the place as his main headquarters so it wasn’t like I could get away from them, especially because I was bartending. So, over time, her gang and I got onto friendly terms. If one of my customers became too rough and tried to get handsy with me, Sevika would come out of nowhere and throw them out. I… started crushing on her and things went from there.” You explain.
“So, you’re willingly dating her?” Vi frowns.
“Sevika and I have been in a relationship for two years. I am willingly with her and I’m still allowed to date other people.” You chuckle, “She and I are in a polyamorous relationship.”
“I can’t really wrap my head around it, but if she’s making you happy… I guess I’m happy for you, too.” Vi grumbles, “Are you with anyone else?”
“I was but she didn’t like being in Sevika’s shadow.” You sigh, “Being with someone like Sevika is intimidating for others. I don’t need to tell you why.”
“I’m not hearing any positives of you being with her.” Vi points out and you kick her leg.
“Shut up!” You laugh, “I promise Sevika is treating me right, worry wart.” Vi sighs heavily and stares at you in silence. You stare back with a raised eyebrow until the door opens.
“Y/n! Is it true?! Is Vi-!” Powder stumbles when her eyes land on her sister. Your gaze softens as Powder stares in disbelief. Vi shoots out of her seat, her face betraying her emotions as she runs forward.
“Powder!” Vi gasps, tightly embracing her sister who freezes.
“V-Vi?” Your heart clenches at the broken tone of her voice, “You’re alive?” Powder’s voice cracks as tears well up in her eyes.
“I’m alive, Pow. I’m here, and I’m so sorry for leaving you behind.” You smile sadly and slowly walk out of the room so you can give the sisters some privacy.
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“Y/N, I NEED A REFILL!” One of your regulars screams from across the bar as you place some drinks down. You huff as the customers at your current table give you sympathetic smiles. Business in The Last Drop has blown up since Silco succeeded in convincing the Council to make Zaun separate from Piltover. Zaunites were celebrating all week, getting wasted off their asses, and even with all of your workers here, you were still running all over. You didn’t mind at all, but that meant more assholes and more people trying to grope you.
“AND I NEED HOT SEX, CLIVE! BUT I’M NOT GETTING ANY RIGHT NOW!” You holler back, making the building erupt into laughter and cheers. You grin to yourself and make your way back to the bar where Thieram is struggling to pour out drinks fast enough. You grumble and shake your head. ‘It looks like I’ll be the only one behind the bar tonight. He looks like he’s going to cry. I’ll stick him onto serving.’ You wait until he finishes the drink he’s working on before tapping his shoulder.
“Help out the servers. I can handle this.” You pat his shoulder.
���A-Are you sure?” Thieram stutters, eyes flitting nervously.
“I’m sure, now go on.” You shoo him from behind the bar, “I’m going to need another set of hands before people start fighting.” You take over and try not to curse out Thieram in your head. You were behind on a few tickets but you couldn’t blame him. Tonight was a lot busier than you’re used to and it’s because Zaun is officially free starting at midnight. People were determined to get plastered by then and your place has all of the quality booze and music. It may not have helped that Babette’s workers were stripping as well. The flash of tits in the corner of your eyes has you chuckling, and you try to find your girlfriend in the crowd. ‘She’s either hiding away in one of the private rooms or she’s out with Silco. I’ll find out later.’
“It looks like you need some help.” Vi grabs your attention as she hops the bar. You grin at her, not-so-subtly checking her out in her new outfit. You are very appreciative of a woman dressed in leather and Vi’s pants are hiding nothing.
“If you remember how to mix a good drink, you’re welcome to help me out.” You bump her with your hip as you pass.
“I’m offended you think I can only make a good drink.” Vi jokes, “Did you think I learned nothing after living with a bartender for so many years?”
“Okay!” You slide some shots down the bar, “Let’s have some friendly competition then. Whoever makes the best drinks of the night gets something from the other person. It can be anything.” You glance at her, seeing her giving out drinks to some very giggly girls. Vi leans against the bar and gives you a smirk, eyes dragging over your body.
“Okay. Deals on… bestie.” She teases you.
“LISTEN UP!” You scream over the music, “VI AND I ARE HAVING SOME FRIENDLY COMPETITION TO SEE WHO CAN MAKE THE BEST DRINKS, SO YOU FUCKERS BETTER GET SHIT-FACED TONIGHT!” Wild screams erupt and the night takes off. You’re dragged into a whirlwind of alcohol and jokes with Vi. People would order drinks from you and Vi, racking up their tabs and you had more money flying at you than you knew what to do with. Someone - probably from Sevika’s gang - started taking a tally on the chalkboard by the bar. At some point, Powder dropped in and was the one handling all of the money. The three of you whirled around each other as if you’d been doing this for years. Powder tossed the two of you glasses and you and Vi got a little too flashy with your pouring. People cheered you on and the two of you had your own little fan clubs buying drinks from you left and right.
At midnight, people screamed in celebration, spilling out into the streets to fuck or go to bed. You were amused to see Ran dragging Sevika from the private rooms, “Are you planning on fucking my girlfriend, Ran?” You call out to them, wiping down the bar as Vi cleans the glasses. From the way Sevika isn’t throwing insults at Vi, you can tell she’s too drunk to care.
“Damn right! Sorry, Y/n, I’m keeping her for the night!” Ran yells back.
“To be clear.” Sevika rolls her eyes, yanking Ran over to her, “They’re the one getting fucked. Goodnight, Y/n.”
“Night, Sev.” You blow her a kiss and they disappear through the door. You turn to the sink to see Vi raising an eyebrow at you. You blink and raise your eyebrow in return.
“Can I help you, cherry pie?” You put a hand on your hip, batting your eyelashes.
“You can check the scoreboard for me.” Vi smirks, pointing in its direction. You follow her finger to the chalkboard and your jaw drops when you see that Vi won. You take the time to count all of the tally marks and cross your arms as you get the results. ‘Really?! A two-point difference?! That’s not fair!’ You pout. You were confident in the skills you developed over the years, but Vi is Vander’s kid. No one could beat him when it came to mixing.
“Fuck!” You groan, glancing at Vi to see the smirk on her face get wider, “You win.” You sigh and lean against the counter.
“I win?” Vi gasps, poorly hiding how smug she is about it.
“Shut up, Violet.” You scoff and shove her, “What do you want? A deal’s a deal.”
“Hmm, what do I want?” Vi taps her chin, eyes roaming around the place, “How about this…?” She grabs two shot glasses, a bottle of tequila, lime, and salt.
“Body shots?” You take a step closer to her, picking up a slice of lime and putting it in your mouth. Vi’s only been back for a month, but she was quick to fall into old habits. After Silco relinquished his hold on Zaun, Vi was the talk of the city. She and Powder were the ones who forced him to go to the council when Sevika refused to kill them. Turns out your girlfriend cared more about upsetting you than him and you gleefully rewarded her for it that night.
“You really think I’m going to let my best friend go to bed sober?” Vi tilts her head, “On a night like this?”
“So you’re going to resort to body shots as a way to get me drunk?” You grin.
“As a way to get us drunk.” Vi pours out a shot.
“So, come on. Strip for me…” She slides the shot down to you, “and I’ll strip for you.” She smirks. You stare at her for a moment, glancing at the shot next to you before laughing.
“Okay, bestie. Let me go lock up and I’ll meet you in one of the private rooms.” You hop the bar, not bothering to go around, “But, uh… bring the vodka too, yeah? I’m not looking to throw up all night.”
“That was one time!”
“One time too many! Vander didn’t even bother punishing us for stealing the bottle because we spent all night on the bathroom floor.” You snort locking up the place. You take a moment to make sure the servers cleaned up properly. If there was one thing you prided yourself on, it was how clean the club stayed. That may or may not have had to do with you shooting someone for getting blood on your floor after a bar fight. ‘Now that I think about it… I’ve shot a handful of people in here.’ You hum to yourself. You push open the door to the room and pause, watching as Vi removes her shirt to reveal a tattoo, “Damn, who gave you that ink?”
“I did. In prison.” Vi shrugs.
“Your flexibility must be through the roof.” You let out an impressed whistle.
“All I could do in such a small space was stretch and work out.” Vi looks at you, “Now come on, shirt off.”
“Aren’t you supposed to wine and dine me first?”
“What are we, Pilties? We don’t wine and dine. It’s tequila and memory loss here, muffin.”
“Don’t call me that.” You laugh, pulling off your shirt.
“Sorry, cookie.” Vi motions to the couch, “You first.”
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Sevika’s metal hand kept your thighs parted as you sat on her lap. Vi hauled you out of bed this morning saying that she was taking over behind the bar today. Your girlfriend took advantage of your free time by keeping you with her. Her metal fingers are cold as she caresses your bare thigh, too concentrated on her poker game to care about your squirming. It was a hot day in Zaun so that meant it was getting closer to summer. You broke out your shorts and crop top and Sevika was eying you the moment you came from your room. It’s a relaxed day since no one is too keen on raising their body heat in this weather. The people coming in just wanted a drink and something small to eat. You couldn’t help but be a bit worried for Vi. This was the first time she was behind the bar on her own, but she was doing great. You could see her chatting with the regulars, making people laugh, and even your servers were getting along with her.
“Damn it, Sevika!” Clive hisses as your girlfriend chuckles. You smile seeing that Sevika had won the round once again. It was baffling at how good she was at poker. She won most of the time, but the times she lost only made it that more interesting.
“We don’t have to bet this time around.” Sevika chuckles, “Wouldn’t want you to lose your paycheck so soon.” The players grumbled but agreed and started to reset the table.
“Hey baby, I’m going to-”
“-check on Vi?” Sevika raises an eyebrow at you. You pause and give her a sheepish smile. She wasn’t a fan of Vi and Vi wasn’t a fan of her. Every chance they got, they would insult each other and if you weren’t there to calm them down it would get physical. Sevika wasn’t going to stop you from hanging out with your childhood friend, but she fucked you a bit harder the nights you did. Vi did her best to not bad mouth your girlfriend in front of you, but sometimes she couldn’t help it. But, you appreciate the effort they both make.
“Yeah.” You nod.
“Hm.” Sevika grunts, fingers suddenly pressing against your clit, “You better not forget our alone time tonight. You… and me… all night.” She whispers.
“I won’t, Sev.” Your breathing hitches, as she lazily circles her fingers, “Promise.” You didn’t mind her exhibitionist tendencies - who are you kidding, you encourage them - but she hadn’t done anything since Vi returned. You both knew Vi might explode if she caught Sevika fingering you in front of her gang. Her tentative acceptance of your relationship was just that - fragile. You didn’t want to ruin that. Sevika begrudgingly agreed to tone it down until Vi was used to it.
“Good girl.” Sevika kisses your neck before removing her metal arm, “Go on, before I change my mind.” You didn’t have to be told twice. You were up and making your way to Vi as soon as you were allowed to. You greeted some people on the way, dodged the same guy who keeps trying to smack your ass, and hopped onto one of the available bar seats.
“I’m cutting down on my alcohol.” You say casually, “Any ideas for me, bartender?” Vi smirks when she sees you and leans up against the counter in front of you.
“I could make you a virgin drink, but something tells me that you’re not one.” Vi teases you.
“You would be right about that.” You smirk, “But, how about a Shirley Temple? Just substitute the lemon for some lemonade, yeah?”
“Sure, a Shirley Temple for the cutie over here.” Vi pats the counter before getting to work. You blush slightly, ducking your head to hide it. In the past few months of being with Vi, you were starting to really crush on her. Well, you and the rest of the female population that visits the Drop. Her personality was like a magnet and who could pass up the sight of her muscular arms? She made a point to wear short sleeves when working behind the bar, and you were a witness to women getting drunk because they wanted to keep flirting with her. Vi didn’t flirt back, surprisingly. She kept it friendly, but you were the only person she outright flirted with. Even when you’re both behind the bar, she’d playfully smack your ass or grab your hand instead of whatever she was reaching for. Sometimes you’d return the favor and holy shit does Vi have an ass. You knew she did but that was before you felt it jiggle under your palm.
“If you’re going to keep staring at me like that, I might be forced to hop the bar.” Vi jokes, placing your drink in front of you.
“Staring at you?” You lift your eyes from her boobs, taking a sip, “Why Violet, I would never do such a thing to my best friend.”
“Ah, bummer...” Vi makes a point of letting you see her stare at your chest, before throwing you a wink, “I do.” Someone flags her down from the other side of the bar and she heads off to help them. You glance towards Sevika who meets your eyes and you blow her a kiss. She shakes her head with a small smile and returns to her game. That kind of affection from her was the most you’d get when there were other people in the club, at least, when she didn’t want to show you off.
Your gaze wanders back to Vi and you sigh to yourself, watching her work. She was the center of attention, chatting with people as you leisurely sip at your drink. ‘I feel like one of my customers. Sitting here and ogling her. Fuck.’ You were crushing on your best friend and you didn’t know if she returned the feelings. Vi is a very flirty person normally, so you’d have to ask her directly if you wanted to know. That part… was the issue. Sevika is well aware of your feelings for her, transparency being the number one rule in your relationship. She had huffed and puffed about it for a few days, complaining that you had a poor choice in women, as you rolled your eyes and said that included her, too. That led to Sevika whining, cuddling you closer that night and you asked her if crushing on Vi is okay. She grumbled and said that she didn’t care as long as Vi didn’t hurt you. Then, she’d care and your friend would end up dead.
A girl slips into the chair next to you. You glance at her and nearly choke on your drink when you realize who it is. Sitting next to you is your ex, Hayley, in a very revealing top. You two make eye contact and you awkwardly look down at your drink. You hadn’t said anything to her since she broke up with you, but you knew she was back on the dating scene. There were plenty of girls crying into their glasses about her and it made you wonder if you dodged a bullet thanks to Sevika.
Hayley flags Vi down and you can't help but tense slightly. Vi glances at you as she comes to stand in front of the two of you, a smile spreading across her lips.
“Hey, Hayley. What can I get for you today?” Vi says happily.
“Are there any cocktails you recommend?” Hayley leans closer, clearly flirting with her, “I mean you are the best bartender in this city.” You bite your tongue, feeling the sting of those words. She said the same thing to you the night she asked you out. You don’t miss the glance Vi gives you at that, making you think you gave away your feelings on your face.
“Hmm, what are you going for? Are you trying to get wasted with one drink or is today casual?”
“I think I’ll leave it up to you.” Hayley giggles and you scowl around your straw, “As long as you’re the one pouring the drink.” You were annoyed with her, and a bit more ticked off now that your drink was done. ‘Gods. Did I really fall for that? She’s saying the same shit to everyone. She’s not even being subtle about it.’
“What do you think, Y/n?” Vi swipes your empty glass from you, jolting you from your thoughts, “You up for showing me how to make that new drink of yours?” You blink at her sly smile. ‘New drink?’
“What drink?” You mumble in confusion, trying to think of what she meant.
“That strawberry daiquiri mix you did last week. I could have kissed you for it. It was heaven on my tongue.” Vi purrs, fluttering her lashes, “Hop the bar, baby cakes, and show me how you did it. I was too busy staring at your ass to pay attention.” She holds out her hand and your heart flutters. You know what she was talking about now that she mentions it. You have a bit of a sweet tooth and so does Vi, so you were experimenting with drinks a night Sevika was out. Vi had come strolling into the bar that night - her and Powder living at the Drop again - and sampled from your glass. By sampling, you mean she downed what was left in it after getting a taste… before demanding that you make more.
“You were staring at my ass?” You playfully gasp, taking her hand and allowing her to help you over, “Why am I not surprised?”
“Because I do it every day?” Vi snorts, “Now come on, we can’t leave a lady waiting for her drink.” She motions to Hayley who’s staring at you with wide eyes. You don’t say anything but grab most of the items you’d need for the drink. You decided to leave out the two alcohols that make the drink the one Vi had, feeling a bit possessive over it. You made it specifically for Vi and wanted to keep it that way. So, you instructed Vi on how to make it and it wasn’t long before she was handing it over to Hayley. You choose to bring a round of drinks to Sevika and the gang while she did so, not wanting to be there for the flirty conversation. You were pleasantly surprised when Sevika kissed you before hissing in your ear that if Hayley ended up with Vi, she’d kill both of them. You laugh to yourself as you return to the bar because that was Sevika’s way of showing her support for you. She was doing her best to swallow whatever those two had going on between them so you’re happy.
You’re shocked to see Hayley gone and all of the seats empty at the bar. A glance at the clock tells you that it’s dinner time so people would be heading out to get a proper meal. You wipe down the tray and tuck it back in its spot. You freeze as Vi’s arms wrap around you and she rests her chin on your shoulder.
“Vi?” You breathe out, heart hammering in your chest.
“You left out the chocolate rum creme and vodka. Should I be concerned you’re skimping on the alcohol?” She whispers into your ear, sending a shiver through you.
“I thought you said you weren’t paying attention?” You whisper back.
“I wasn’t but I could taste it. Is everything okay? You seemed to be really annoyed with that girl.”
“She’s an ex of mine. The most recent one and a few of those lines she said to you sounded exactly like some stuff she said to me.” You sigh.
“Bummer.” Vi lets go of you, and suddenly you feel too cold, “I guess I was reading into it then.” She sighs heavily, leaning next to you as your furrow your brow in confusion.
“Reading into what?”
“Ah, nothing much.” Vi shrugs, “I guess I thought you were annoyed with her because you like me. But, since that’s not the ca-” You slap your hand over her mouth, face burning as you blush heavily.
“H-How do you know that I like you?” You stutter, feeling embarrassed, “I’ve been hiding it really well.”
“Because she asked me and I told her.” Sevika sounds from behind you and you whirl around to give your girlfriend an incredulous look, “A few days ago, actually.” She has a glass of bourbon that Vi must’ve poured for her.
“You told her?” You squeak. Sevika smirks and throws you a wink before getting up and walking away. You watch your girlfriend walk away in shocked silence. This was the first time she’s played any role in you getting with someone. And that someone is Vi?
“I already had a hunch.” Vi nudges you, “But, I thought… Who better to ask than your girlfriend? I didn’t want to look like a fool if I asked you out and you turned me down.” You look back at Vi to see that she’s actually nervous. Her leg was bouncing up and down and you can’t help the small laugh that leaves your lips. ‘Vi knows I’m crushing on her… so that means she’s been flirting with me for real? Like, actually flirting.’
“You have a crush on me?” You question her, making sure you’re not going crazy.
“Do I have a crush on you?” Vi snorts, “I’ve been crushing on you for at least two months.”
“Oh…” You breathe out, eyes going wide, “Is that why you haven’t been flirting back with the customers?”
“Why flirt with them when the girl I want to be with is flirting with me?” Vi caresses your cheek. You stare at each other for a moment, your eyes flicking down to her lips as you lick yours.
“Ah, fuck it.” You scoff and yank her into a quick kiss, “Go out with me.” You demand, making Vi laugh.
“Alright, alright. I guess I can.” She smirks, “But, I get to choose the place.”
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You were cursing your luck that Wayne’s Strip Club down the street had to get blown up. No matter how many times you told the bastard to renovate the place, he refused to do so and pocketed the money. So now you were having people flood The Last Drop cranky for food and alcohol who didn’t know how things worked. Wayne’s place took in all of the crazier people who weren’t gang affiliated and where manners didn’t matter. Your place on the other hand was the chosen spot for gangsters to hang out because everything had rules and they were comfortable with that. No touching the dancers unless they let you. No drugging drinks or you’ll find a bullet in your dick. Take the bar fights outside. You get blood on the floor, you clean it up.
You had just walked into the building after taking a breather outside to find it absolutely quiet. Confused, you observe the room to see two groups of people glaring each other down. You click your tongue in distaste and sigh. They weren’t anyone you’d seen before, so they were clearly from Wayne’s place. ‘He just had to get the place blown up.’
“If you’re going to fight, take it outside.” You cross your arms as you approach them, “I don’t like blood on my floors, it's a bitch to clean up off the wood.”
“You’re going to tell us what to do, little lady?” One of the guys scoffs, “You’re just the bartender.”
“And you’re just some drunken asshole looking to compare dick sizes. Get the hell out of my club if you’re going to fight.” You hiss, already annoyed.
“What the fuck did you say?!” Another one snaps, all of them looking angrier.
“You heard me. Get out.” You scoff, turning away. ‘I’m so over this. I’m going to demand that Vi cuddles with me after work before I shove my foot down someone’s throat.’ You feel a brush of wind across your back and you blink, turning around to see Vi standing in front of you.
“Hitting someone when their back is turned is a coward’s move.” Vi growls darkly, “Trying to hit my girlfriend is a dead man’s move.” Your eyes go wide at her words. ‘Girlfriend? When did Vi and I become girlfriends? This is like Sevika all over again.’ You back away to see that Vi is gripping the guy’s wrist in her hand.
“Why don’t we take this outside?” Vi suggests sinisterly. You hear the cracking of bones before you’re a witness to her throwing the man through an open window. Your jaw drops as Vi doesn’t hesitate to jump through after him. A second passes before the others with him are scrambling outside at the sound of pained yells. A wave of panic passes through you and you rush to the window, only to see Vi beating the crap out of them. You knew what she can do from when you were younger... but this? You flinch as someone’s head gets cracked off of the pavement. This was brutal and yet you were completely into watching her fight. No one made a sound, too stunned by the sight of Vi beating these people into the dirt.
Everyone watches as Vi wipes some blood from her face and makes her way to the front door. She walks in and heads straight for the house section of the building. You clear your throat, eyes snapping to you as you walk away from the window, “Everybody out.” You whisper. The sound of scraping chairs and boots rushing across the wooden floor is all there is. Once the last person is out, you lock the front doors and head to Vi.
You find her wiping blood off of her face with a washcloth. She meets your eyes in the mirror and they soften as she turns to you.
“He was going to-!” You kiss her sweetly, showing her your appreciation for what she did. Vi’s shocked when you pull away and take the washcloth from her. You giggle to yourself as you wipe the blood away.
“I know. Thank you, sweetness.” You say softly, “Although, I didn’t know you could fight like that.”
“Fights were uh… different in prison.” Vi mutters, still shocked by how tenderly you’re treating her.
“So… I’m your girlfriend?” You glance at her through your lashes.
“If you want to be.” Vi shrugs it off, but you can tell she’s nervous about your answer.
“Good, because I want to be.” You wink at her, making Vi grin.
“You know we’re going to have to tell Sevika?” Vi gently grabs your wrist.
“Yeah, I’m not worried though.” You laugh, “The worst she’ll do is complain that it happened while she was gone.”
“And here I thought she was going to kill me.” Vi jokes, making you laugh.
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ssj2hindudude · 9 months
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for the Pandavas sisters (including Kara): order them from how good they can hold to their drink to them getting drunk after a good hard sip.
p.s. also tell me what happen once they get fully intoxicated
The Other Potatoes' First Time Drinking (again After they turn 21)
Pt 1
Kara gets literally the cutest drink in the bar (Like a pink starburst cocktail or something)
At first no one bats an eye because all she does is act goofier and more laid back than usual.
But then the Shah genes kick in when she drinks more and starts acting even more chaotic than Aru when she's sober.
She casually drops disturbing facts about her childhood like it's nothing and laughs about it like the most Gen Z kid in the bar.
"yOu ShOuLd'Ve SeEn My DaD's FaCe WhEn I tOlD hIm I wAnTeD tO bE a LiBrArIaN! i ThOuGhT hE wOuLd LiTeRaLlY kIlL mE! XD"
"hEy, Aiby-baby!" "Please don't call him that." "hOw AbOuT I sHoW yOu WhAt YoU mIsSeD oUt On!" *Rips her shirt off* "KARA NO-" *Reveals a shirt that says "Sleeper Spelling Bee Champ of 2005"* "YOU COULDA HAD ALL OF THIS BRAIN POWER, BABE!"
Hira doesn't really drink but she took one shot of whiskey to keep up. Unfortunately, she's a lightweight and immediately starts roasting everybody.
"yOu ThInK yOu'Re So ToUgH?!? mY gIrLfRiEnD wIlL lItErAlLy SmAcK yOu WiTh YoUr OwN sPiNe!" "Hira, stop yelling at the dartboard!" "YO MAMA LOOKS LIKE A CANDY CANE, YOU FLAT CIRCLE!"
Nikita didn't care about the cost, she was determined to get the deluxe strawberry champagne. If only she didn't get totally wasted after one glass
You'd expect her fashion critiques to be on overdrive and they were...the problem is they were towards herself because now her self-esteem sunk like an anchor
"wHaT wAs I tHiNkInG wEaRiNg ThIs ToP?!?" "Nikki, you made that blouse AND sold multiple of them for thousands of bucks." "SO I'M UGLY AND I'M RIPPING PEOPLE OFF?!?"
Ok, I lied. Sheela got an even cuter drink than Kara with all kinds of fruity decorations and tiny umbrellas. It looked more like a parfait than a drink, but it had alcohol nonetheless.
She immediately passes out to the point where everyone thinks she's dead but she's literally just jumping from one person's head to another and everyone's wondering why they're suddenly daydreaming about having tea parties with this chick.
Aru took Aiden off designated driver duty and so he starts going at the drinks so he can finally get revenge.
Unfortunately, the man's surprisingly a heavyweight and almost beats Brynne's record. When she finds out, she's not sure if she's mad or impressed.
"I hAvE a HaReM..." "Not exactly, Wifey-" "Shhshhshh, LeT mE eXpLaIn! I hAvE a HaReM, wHiCh I gOt AfTeR i DiEd. My LiFe iS aN ISEKAI!" "...Don't do this. I swear, you'll make me get you drunk more often if you keep this up." "yOu KnOw, ArU, wHeNeVeR yOu QuEsTiOn SoMeOnE, yOu ShOuLd SaY 'ARU SHAH ABOUT THAT?!?'" "BARTENDER, ANOTHER ONE OVER HERE!"
Also, his Apsara powers get out of hand and he proceeds to dominate the karaoke show and suddenly has a bunch of girls flock to him. Aru's about to figure out whether she should electrocute him or them when he screams into the mike "THAT'S MY PAST LIFE HUSBAND! HIII, ARU!" and runs into her for a hug tackle before passing out.
Then the others are on hangover cleanup. Everyone's a mess in the morning and when Aiden says "This can't possibly get any worse." Aru goes "ARU SHAH ABOUT THAT???" and shows them everything she recorded on her phone. They then puked even harder...
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dannysstormbornn · 9 months
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i feel like i’ve broken a mental block that i’ve had for near on 2 decades.
i’ve always been artsy. i mean i’m a pisces, creativity is my life’s blood. from as young as i can remember i’ve been the artsy kid.
one of my earliest memories is writing my name on my parents wall in an orange crayon. i got told off for it, but when my dad asked if i did it, i said no, my sister had (note: she was about 3 months old at the time). my dad told me off more for lying than for drawing on the wall. he explained he knew i wasn’t telling the truth because, besides the fact she was a baby, why would she have written my name on the wall. so i went away, thought about it, got a purple crayon, and wrote her name on the wall instead. arguably my first graffiti.
i’m lucky, both my parents recognised my potential and talent and have supported it my whole life. my dads mum was an artist and my mums late brother was too, so they’ve both actively encouraged me to pursue a career in the arts, and by “encouraged” i mean nagged.
i, however, have constantly flirted with and then ghosted on the idea the entire time. i got it in my head a long time ago that being an artist was a dream job. as in far fetched, out of reach, not actually practical, doesn’t pay the bills, dream job.
i mean let’s face it, the starving artist isn’t a trope for nothing.
when i was 17 my dad, who is by far my number one fan, did the garden for a local, moderately well known, artist and of course he bragged to her about me. so she invited me to come show her my portfolio and maybe give me some tips and advice. a day that is absolutely banked in my core memories. what could have been a pivotal point in my life was when she said “and i don’t say this to many people, because it is not an easy career path, but i think you could be a professional artist.”
unfortunately it was around this time that i dropped out of school to look after my mum and then my whole family relocated to england and my suspicions were confirmed. pursuing a career in art did not pay the bills. i went back to school to get my A levels/high school diploma, and started working. i moved out and had proper bills, adult life kicked in, i had no intentions of further education or anything to do with art.
once again though, the universe (and my dads nagging) swung me back on to that path. i didn’t want to go to collage but my dad made me apply for an art school, my grades weren’t great and i was on course for failing math so i was pretty sure i wouldn’t get in anyways. but i was invited to show them my portfolio and i did. i obviously impressed because i was given an unconditional place. i mean i had to take it.
i only did one year, got an access degree in arts. it was probably one of the best years of my life and if i could go back and do it again i would in a heartbeat. for a while after that i did hope to become an artist one day. i very much embraced the wanna be artist working at a coffee shop vibe.
but once again, real life took precedent. i mean i have been paid to do art. there are dozens of times i’ve been paid to do murals, commissions, paintings, tattoo designs. i know it’s possible to make money from my art, i have and can do that, but i’ve never had the faith to really go for it. because it’s never been steady or consistent, where as my need to pay the rent has.
then of course then whole implosion of my life back in 2017. which serendipitously actually brought me back to this path. all of that lead to me going to south africa and ending up working with a professional mural artist. and again, another one of the best years of my life. i learned that not only is it possible to make an actual living from art, but i got to see how. i even branched off and did some work on my own while i was there. it relit the fire that started so many years ago and i was actually determined to make a go of it this time.
and then i fell pregnant.
and then covid.
but i think i’ve finally found my way back to the path i’ve always meant to be on.
i once used to compare being an artist to being a singer. just because you’re a good singer, doesn’t mean you’ll be the next beyoncé . like just because i’m a good artist, doesn’t mean i’ll be the next bansky.
but i don’t need to be the next bansky, i just need to do what i love, and the rest will follow.
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Call out my name Part 1 (Heats/Ruts Neteyam X Tsyrinix, Lo'ak X Tsireya 18+)
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19y Neteyam
18y Tsyrinix
He stood side on, one eye closed and the other on his target. His bow was drawn tight and he knew his arrow wouldn't miss, it was too perfect of a shot that even Tuk could have made it. He inhaled, paused and let his arrow loose on the exhale and just as he had anticipated it made its mark at the centre of the target. He was about to go and collect his arrow, he had barely moved a foot when he heard her calling - "In range; Loose!"
He knew better by now and ducked down with an arrow narrowly whipping past where he had just been. He looked up knowingly and saw Tsyrinix perched in the trees and just barely visible, her smile glinted through the branches and she dropped down beside him. "Almost got you, I could have shot you twice before you even retrieved your arrow" she tutted as she swept past and grabbed both arrows from the target and handed him back his own.
"Well I normally don't have people shooting me from trees while I train" he replied though there was no anger or sarcasm, he did enjoy his time with Tsyrinix and found she was a valuable training partner on most days. "But you could which is why you need to be more alert" she chastised and his ears dropped back at her words, his mother would likely say the same thing if she were here.
"Anyway, I come to let you know that your brother won't be coming to your training later, it seems he has something to sort out with my dad before he goes into his next rut so that he can spend it with Reya" she murmured which snapped Neteyam out of his thoughts, it was unlike Lo'ak to think ahead for anything but surviving a rut alone was painful enough without the knowledge that the person you lived was also going through their heat while you remained apart. "I won't get anyone else to train now, not at such late notice" Neteyam worried, chewing at his bottom lip as he slipped his arrow away and put his bow on his back.
"I've got nothing on, I'll train with you" she offered and Neteyam cocked his head at her, "Won't your dad have my head if we train? I see how he watches when it's just you and your sister" Neteyam commented with a wry smile which made Tsyrinix laugh, "He's only like that because he doesn't want Mama to get mad if we hurt each other training and then bring it on into the Marui afterwards" she explained which made sense, Tonowari didn't seem to find when Tsyrinix or Tsireya sparred with Kiri.
"Fine, we can spar so long as I don't get speared by your mother OR father" Neteyam proposed to which she heartily agreed, stabbing would certainly bring down the mood of the day after all. "I'll meet you on the beach, I'll also check in to see if your brother's still alive or if my dad's skinned him yet" she promised before making a hasty yet graceful exit through the bushes, she really was a whirlwind of energy!
Tsyrinix stopped by her house and saw Lo'ak and Tsireya looking very cute sitting side by side on the dock while waiting for her father to come back after his rounds, it was particularly bold considering it was very likely that their mother, the ever imposing Tsahik, was lurking around somewhere ready to tell them off. "I told Neteyam you'll be here, I'm sparring with him instead. Good luck!" She reported as she entered the Marui and put her bow in it's holder. "A free excuse for you to give him a good kick in the shins? Now I wish I could see it" Lo'ak falsely claimed whi h made Tsireya jab him in the ribs and pout.
"Behave, Mama is around here somewhere" she warned as she exited and Lo'ak scooted a few inches away from Tsireya leaving a little gap between them which Tsyrinix felt was a very smart move, "Bye Nixie!" Tsireya called sweetly after her sister's retreating form before settling in and waiting for what might be a disaster in the making. Neteyam was due to meet Lo'ak at midday leaving her with some time before she was meant to meet with him so she headed towards the crafter's Marui to check on the progress of some of her orders that she had placed with the artisans.
She returned to the beach as midday rolled around, precisely on time because she knew how Neteyam valued such things. He was already at the little section that was staked out for sparring with a few bamboo rods and what looked like two shields for defensive work. She gave a friendly smile as she approached and he smiled back, he seemed a little distracted but she put it down to the fact he wasn't sparring with Lo'ak like he had planned.
"Will you be offensive or defensive?" He asked as she entered the marked out rectangle in the sand, "I'll play offense, you defend" she decided and immediately his posture changed, finally a new opponent. She was much different to Lo'ak, she used her smaller size to flit around the space quickly and at one point even used the sand as a cover for her next moves. She was clever, calculating each move and what he might do to stop her before changing tactics at the last minute to have him clutching at empty air.
They continued at it, before they knew it they were both working at defence and offence in turn, it was somewhat playful and somewhat serious but both of them were enjoying the workout. Neytiri and Jake paused and watched the two sparring, Jake chuckled at his son who once again lost his grip on Nix and got a whack off her bamboo stick for good measure.
Neteyam began to stalk Nix who allowed him close before slipping past although this time he was ready for her and grabbed her around the waist and tossed her to the sand like he would Lo'ak. Jake was about to intervene when Neytiri gently stopped him, no-one was hurt yet so perhaps they should just watch and wait.
Now down on the sand Nix became feral, clawing and hissing as Neteyam's weight came down on her. She used her legs to grip onto him, flipping them both over and spraying sand everywhere before releasing him and then clenching her legs around his head and yanking his arm back effectively choking him out. "Should we intervene?" Jake asked anxiously and Neytiri nodded quickly but before they could get down to the sparring space, Nix released Neteyam and held out a hand for him to pull himself up.
"Good work!" She said with a grin, "You got me good" he congratulated and she gave a little bow while glowing under his praise. Neytiri and Jake slowly approached so that it didn't look so obvious that they had been spying. "That was a good,.clean take down Nix, well done" Jake said with a nod towards the messed up training space, "Your boy is an excellent partner" she returned quite happily which made Neteyam crack a smile.
"Oh! Nix! Nixie!" Tsireya was shouting, her upset tone ruining the sweet moment between them all. "Excuse me, it seems I'm needed" she excused herself to run towards her twin who seemed ready to cry. "What's the matter?" Nix asked, her hands cupping her twin's face tenderly and stroking the hair out of her face. "It's dad! And Mama, they won't let me spend my heat with Lo'ak until we've done our Iknimaya!" Tsireya cried which led Nix to calmly lead her to a space to sit and speak her mind.
"It could be years until either of us complete our rites, that's so many heats that I have to spend alone when he is right there and he's the one I want to be with!" Reya sobbed while Nix wrapped an arm around her and held her tight. "Mama wants what's best for you, for us" Nix sympathised but Reya only cried harder, both of their heats were coming up and it was clear that both of them were dreading it.
"At least they didn't say no right away, there is still hope" Nix soothed and Reya finally began to settle, her head was now in her twin's lap and Nix was gently stroking her hair just like she would do when they were tiny and Reya got scared during storms. This was how they had always been, together since the womb and every day since.
Two weeks later Tsireya's heat finally hit and as per the usual routine, Nix was asked to escort her twin to the small outlier island where she could rest peacefully. Nix had not yet begun her heat so she was the designated guardian and nurse for her sister. She was packing a bag when Neteyam barged in, "Lo'ak is in his rut" he said looking toward a miserable looking Tsireya curled up on her bed. "I figured, they're so close that it was bound to happen" Nix sighed before gently patting Neteyam on the arm, already knowing that he would be his brother's carer until his rut ended.
They went their separate ways with Reya and Nix going to one tiny island and Lo'ak and Neteyam going to the other. It was a silly plan, anyone with half an ounce of determination could swim the small water that separated the islands however this was how it had always been and Nix wasn't about to challenge it when Reya needed help.
The island was small but beautiful with seven pod homes, a water supply and an abundance of fresh fruits. It was a place to rest in comfort for those who did not have mates during heats or ruts. By now Reya was an anxious bundle of nerves, lathered in sweat and whimpering. "Mawhey, Reya" she soothed as she wiped her twin's sweaty forehead and then laid the damp cloth on her chest to cool her down. This was going to be a very long week.
Nix had been helping her twin for the past two years, heat cycle after dreaded heat cycle. Reya would get hers first and then a day or two later Nix would enter hers. They would come to the island and care for each other, bringing water and food when the heat became too overwhelming to move and medicine when it was called for. Being close to Reya sometimes helped, she would sit by the bed and brush her hair or sing. Anything to let Reya know she wasn't alone, that she had someone to help her in whatever way she could.
On the third day Reya became so overwhelmed with pain that Nix used her emergency stash of herbal remedies to knock her out, a few solid hours of sleep ought to help. Her head was so full of the smell of her sister's heat, that cloying sweetness was everywhere and she was desperate for some fresh air, now Reya was out she could finally slip away and found herself on the shoreline watching the sister island. How was Lo'ak? Hopefully he was coping well, Neteyam was surely attentive enough to help any way he could…
She wandered back to the pods with a headache brewing, her body ached and she put it down to the exhaustion of caring for Reya and not sleeping well. She had barely taken a step inside the pod when she realised she wasn't alone, standing over Reya was Lo'ak. His glazed eyes and flushed skin were indicative of his raging rut but he appeared to be in some sort of control. "Lo'ak? Where is Neteyam?" She asked him softly like she would talk to a child, Lo'ak didn't look away from his lover for a moment and before she could ask him again, she felt a presence behind her and turned to see Neteyam with a split lip and a swollen cheek in the doorway.
"Lo'ak, you need to go back to your space. Reya is resting right now" Nix said and slowly inched forward so that she could put herself between the boy and her sister. "You smell like her" Lo'ak said taking a deep inhale, "We're twins, if course we are alike" Nix replied with an eye roll. "No, you SMELL like her, the heat…I can smell it coming off you" Lo'ak said taking several steps back with shaking legs that clearly didn't want to move.
"I can smell it too, how do you feel?" Neteyam asked with a concerned look on his face, "I've got a headache and my body hurts but I've not been sleeping" Nix replied, babbling almost as she spoke so quickly. "You're definitely going into heat, you can't take care of Reya if you're out too" Neteyam worried before coming up with the only plan he could think of, "We'll all stay here, each of you in your own space and I'll look after you" he declared which sounded alright until you took into account how vulnerable he was to the scent of their hormones, Lo'ak was at risk too.
Her head was thumping, "just for tonight, we work it out in the morning" she made him promise before flopping into the bed next to her twin where the two curled around each other like a pair of snakes, they always found comfort in being close and being in heat was no exception.
Lo'ak had to be dragged from the room and put into another pod and told to sleep while Neteyam got to work cooking and preparing the various teas and remedies for all three of his patients. It was nearly night when Nix was woken by the furious burn deep under her skin and by her sister sobbing for any sort of relief. Poking her head up she could see Lo'ak in the doorway, head in hands as he held himself back. Enough was enough.
She stumbled from the bed and crumbled to the floor, the violent ache in her loins crippling her. She did manage to crawl to Lo'ak and she pulled his hands away from his face, "Go to her, go, please" she begged of him, unable to bear the thought of Reya in pain for a second longer. Lo'ak didn't need to be told twice and sprinted to his lover's side and tenderly pulled her into his arms while Nix made a horribly undignified exit from the pod by crawling out and curling up on the warm sand on the ground outside. Reya would be alright, Lo'ak would take care of her
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littlelordalphinaud · 5 months
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Zenos: @Ryne You’ll stay by my side until I tell you so.
Protective prompts
Tagging @eemamminy-art because I know he loves these two as much as I do!
Upon finding out, via a visit from the man that had stolen his body for a while, that Solus was dead, Zenos felt panic for the first time since he'd been a small child. That panic only rose when he asked about Minfilia to find out that Elidibus knew naught of her.
For once, it seemed that an Ascian was willing to be helpful, as Elidibus brought Zenos to the false Amaurot. Retracing the journey he'd taken, and ignoring the way he missed Minfilia's hand in his as he walked, Zenos found the house Solus had used to store Minfilia. The door wouldn't open, so Zenos used the butt of a sword to smash the window.
"Minfilia!?" Zenos' voice echoed through the cavernous home, matched by the thudding sound of his boots as he raced through the building towards her bedroom. The panic was back as he didn't get a response. "Minfilia!?"
Pulling open the door to her room, Zenos scanned it, feeling his heart thud at the lack of Minfilia.
"Minfilia?" Zenos did his best to focus his thoughts. To see past the way his system felt prepared for a fight at the fact that he couldn't see his younger sister. To remember anything Solus may have revealed about his plans.
A little movement caught his eye, as the door to the wardrobe moved an inch, creating a crack. With one hand on his sword, in case it was the worst case scenario, Zenos crossed the room and pulled open the wooden door.
"There you are," Zenos breathed a sigh of relief, dropping to his knees and pulling Minfilia to him. She collapsed against him in a hug, her tiny body shaking. Zenos felt his panic fading at the fact she was alive and unharmed, although she was clearly terrified.
"Daddy told me to wait in there until he came back... Is he with you?" Zenos considered how best to tell her. How to explain that Solus was dead and wouldn't be returning to her. As far as he knew, she'd never left the recreation of Amaurot. She'd barely left the house. Would she even understand?
Standing, and ignoring that despite their size difference, Minfilia was too big to perch on his arm as she'd once done, Zenos hummed lowly.
"He is not," Zenos rubbed a hand over her back, "you are coming with me. We'll be returning to my home, and you'll stay by my side until I say otherwise."
"Why?" Despite the question, Minfilia continued to cling to him. Zenos moved through the room, gathering things he thought might be important. He passed her the well worn stuffed dog from the bed, glad to see that she still clung to it as she had while far smaller.
"Solus won't be coming back, Minfilia. And I cannot leave you here alone, so-"
"No!" For the first time ever, Minfilia tried to push herself out of his hold. Zenos tightened his grip instinctively, which only made her wriggle more, her trying fists banging ineffectually against his armour. "He said he'd come back, and Daddy always keeps his promises! You're lying!"
"I assure you, I am not," Zenos tightened his grip again. He wasn't about to risk her fleeing from him, even as she kicked and hit and tried to pull away. Breathing deep, Zenos set aside his plans of packing and instead sat on the chair they often shared when he read her stories.
"Minfilia," Keeping his voice firm, Zenos held her still upon his lap, "I need to tell you something. It will not be easy for you to hear, but it is important." She'd stopped fighting, but was refusing to look at him. He decided that was good enough.
"Solus had a plan, to make the world like it is here, where you grew up. Other people didn't like that, so they fought him," he knew she understood fighting, "he got so hurt that he -" Zenos fumbled. No one had ever been delicate with him, and he couldn't think of how to explain this to her with the same delicacy Solus had insisted he use. That he wanted to use to keep her as sweet as she was.
"Can we fix him? I've been practicing healing magic!" Zenos cursed internally, considering how to rephrase.
"No. There's a type of hurt that can't be fixed, and when you get that kind of hurt, you can't come home either. Do you understand?" Zenos looked Minfilia over. She had her stuffed dog tight to her chest and was worrying one of its ears between her fingers. He was struck with the memory of their very first meeting, when she'd only just had her second nameday and she hid behind that dog as if it were a real war beast that may protect her from him.
"Are you sure?" Minfilia finally asked, her bottom lip wobbling violently. "Are you sure I can't fix him with healing magic?" Again, Zenos was struck with the urge to perform violence to try and bring her back to her usual cheery self.
"I'm sure. I've seen those kind of injuries a lot, there's nothing to be done for them. That is why I came to fetch you. To bring you to my home, so I can look after you." He hoped that the promise of time with him would cheer her.
He hated that it didn't.
Tears fell, and Minfilia threw herself against his armour, sobbing with such strength that it shook her entire body.
Not knowing what to do, Zenos did what he'd read in her stories. He wrapped his arms around her and began to rock in the chair with her.
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annoyedkayah2395 · 3 months
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Broken (AU)
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Kalina looked around making sure nobody was around before calling Kia and Tasha on threeway. Her mama bear instincts was kicking in with her big sugar, Rik and his no good girlfriend Amara. Even though her son seem to like to do shirtless instagram videos she was gonna protect him.
She seen it from the first time Rik introduced her to everybody that Amara was no good for her babyboy. But she put her feelings to the side and talked about it with the other women. They all understood Kalina point especially Kandice but told her to stand back to let Rik make his own decisions.
Kalina knew Rik was a lot like Liam which meant he was sensitive and let people walk all over him. Slowly but surely Rik was coming to Kalina about his issues with Amara and Kalina listened closely. She didnt tell him to break up with the trifling Amara but she did say to watch her and what she says and how she acts.
One thing about it Kalina will go to jail behind her babies and will smile in the mugshot. Kia answered after hitting both Kai and Malik with her shoe and Tasha answered after arguing with Isabella.
"Hey songbird. Whats wrong?"
Kia asked as she sat down and threatened her sons with a stare.
"Im finna go to jail."
Kalina answered honestly.
"What did Liam do now?"
Tasha asked as Nova passed her a comb, brush and some grease so Tasha can braid her hair.
"Wasn't Liam. The trifling girl who my sugar loves so much. I dont even want to say her name."
Tasha and Kia both went quiet because both heard that Amara was cheating on Rik but didn't know how to tell Kalina. Kai and Malik had caught Amara. Nova and Isa overheard conversations from Amara with her other friends. Isa was ready to fight her but Nova told her to wait until Rik finds out.
"Kalina you have every right to dislike Amara but we gotta tell you something."
Tasha spoke up as she started to do Nova hair while fussing with her eyes to Isa.
"Amara is cheating on Rik, Lina. The boys caught her and its with somebody Rik is cool with."
"The twins overheard her conversations with other girls. We sorry Lina. We wasn't trying to keep this from you at all."
Kalina's heart dropped because the one thing she never wanted her children to go through is heartbreak especially their first heartbreak. Tears welled up in her eyes knowing this was gonna break Rik big heart. She wasnt mad at the ladies for waiting to tell her. She knew how she got and she was glad they did it this way. If her nieces and nephews knew that meant Nika knew. It explains why Nika was snapping at Rik whenever he would mention Amara.
Hearing her door open and close and little footsteps she told the women she text them. Hanging up she wiped her eyes quickly and walked out to meet her husband and babygirl Neke who was giggling as she ran to Kalina. Kalina smiled picking her up and kissing her face. Liam watched his wife face and knew something was wrong.
After Neke ran to her room Kalina told Liam about Amara and Liam hated he was right and hated that Rik was going through this. Liam offered to tell Rik but Kalina shook her head and told him let her tell him. She remembered how he was when Sarah had came back and wanted to take them to Albania. He was quiet, he frowned, then he cried and that moment broke Kalina.
Both turned to see Anika and Rik coming in Rik with a big smile on his face and Anika rolling her eyes. Anika greeted her parents then went to go change clothes and play with her little sister mocking her brother. She couldnt wait to beat Amara's ass. Rik hugged his dad then hugged his mama picking her up and laughing when Kalina hit him.
"Why you so happy, Sugar?"
"Amara has agreed to go to homecoming with me. And then she asked if I can take her to disney world and I said of course but gotta bring Nika and Neke with us."
Liam rubbed his beard not wanting to dim his sons excitement and glanced at his wife who had a fake smile.
"I forgot to get us yogurt. Which one wanna ride with me?"
"I go with you sugar while your daddy watch your twin and sweet pea. Come on. Liam my house better not be messed up."
Liam laughed as he kissed his wife and ruffled his sons head his heart breaking for his son who had the biggest heart he ever encountered. Mother and son left for the yogurt spot Rik singing along to the radio. Kalina smiled hearing him sing knowing shes the reason for it. Rik turned the radio down glancing at his mama.
"You know me and Amara been having our issues. So her agreeing to go to homecoming with me was big. You know?"
"I know sugar. You seem excited about homecoming."
"I am. And im perform as well. Gotta give the ladies.... Ah.. Ah... Ah... Ma my ear! My ear! Im joking."
Kalina let go of his ear staring at him then looking back on the road. Rik rubbed his ear and mumbled the same way he did when he was a little boy. Sometimes when Kalina looked at him all she seen was that little boy who smiled to get out of trouble. The little boy who always ran to hug her and give her kisses. The little boy whos heart was going to be broken once she told him the news. They arrived to the yogurt place and stood on line Rik waving to the workers.
"You know, Pop think Amara cheating on me. Cause you know he went through that with the woman I refuse to acknowledge. Crazy right?"
Rik looked at his mother expediently waiting for her to wave off his father wild thought. Kalina didn't have the heart to do it so she kept quiet. Eyebrows rose in confusion as Rik still waited for his Mama to wave off what Liam had said. Confusion turned into hurt then anger as Rik played with his hand. Green eyes welled up with tears as he slowly started to put things together in his head. Letting out a shaky breath Rik went to sit down followed closely by his mother who was crying along with him.
"What I do wrong? I buy her stuff, I try spend a lot of time with her, try do the right thing. Like Dad does with you. My uncles with my aunts, you know? Nika and my cousins must know cause Nika always fussing at me whenever I mention her."
"You did nothing wrong, sugar. She just dont know a good thing when she has it. And you are a great person, Rik. Yeah they know Sugar and Im sorry."
"I cant be. First woman I ever known leaves us.. Now this. This hurts Ma. This hurts. I love that girl. I thought she loved me. Stupid Rik for even thinking that. Not your fault. Its mine."
As he did when he was a little boy, Rik started to play with the bracelets he made on his wrist. Kalina stood up and opened her arms for Rik to come hug her. Standing up to his full height Rik wrapped his arms around his mother crying softly. Kalina rocked him as she let out a shaky exhale.
"Your mommy got you, Sugar. Your mommy got you. I always got you. Its gonna be okay."
AN: Finally done..... Sucks.... Took long enough 😩😩😩😩🙄
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hollyleafheart · 18 days
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Danny Rand with a tall and super powerful crush
(I suck at giving titles, sorry)
Requested by @avatar4life: "Hi! I don't know if your requests are open but if they are, I'll like to ask for a usm request.
So it's basically the Peter Parker's sister thing x Danny rand (the y/n is adopted and black).
Reader's really tall, like, taller than Luke and much stronger with like thunder and water abilities (blood control too: controlling people's movements by their blood, *cough* avatar the last Airbender thing*cough*) but keeps it to herself so she doesn't get into the superhero drama stuff.
She's just chilling and doing her thing without interacting with her brother's friends and not noticing Danny's crush in her and Hydra's plan on controlling her.
So sorry if it's too complicated
-psb reader's eyes are a dark blue but when she triggers her powers they become neon for a sec
Thank you byee and have a great day or night!!"
(I'm I took too long!! The university is killing me😣but I finally did manage to finish this. I'm sorry if it's too simple, I did my best!! Hope you like it!!)
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Your past was such a mistery to you and your family, since you were adopted when you were little and don't remember even your birth name. But you were proud of who you were, specially now that you had better control over your powers.
You had the power of control thunder and water, which was the easier to learn how to dominate comparing to your powers of controling people by their blood.
Only your brother Peter knew about your powers. He saw you training them when you thought no one was around. It was late night, who on the Earth would be outta their home that time? Well, Spiderman was.
He was so surprised he jumped from the rooftop he was hiding and landed in front of you and pulled out his mask. He wanted to tell Nick Fury about your powers, but he forgot he was in his suit and, well, you found out he was Spiderman.
So you made a deal: he wouldn't tell anything to his boss and you wouldn't tell aunt May about his secret identity. Why? Because you didn't want to become a superhero. You were happy with your life, you didn't need any add to it.
Then one night Peter arrived home and called you both to talk in the living room, and explained that he had a few friends that didn't have where to live because their houses got destroyed by a fire.
Your aunt didn't need any more explaning, she accepted them to stay at your house 'till they had where to go again. Then your brother opened the door and four teens entered and he introduced each one of them.
When it was Danny's turn, you were the first one on who his eyes laid on. You were standing by aunt May's side with a gentle smile on your face, and when Luke walked to greet you he could see clearly you were much taller than him.
Peter used to speak about you to the team a lot, and he once mentioned you were taller than Luke, but no one believed him. Because, come on, no one was taller than Luke. But, man, they were so wrong.
While they were laughing at something Sam told aunt May, Danny took a quick moment to look at you when you weren't looking. He thought your dark blue eyes were a pretty contrast against your black skin. And your tall stature just made you more pretty.
You welcomed them just like your aunt, but differently of her you didn't interact with them too much. You went to the same school, lived at the same house, shared meals, and yet you weren't exactly friends with them.
It caused you to miss all the looks Danny sent at your direction. He respected you in many ways, and the fact that you were big and naturally strong conforted him because he knew you could handle yourself in a fight.
One time, he saw you fighting Flash Tompson to protect your brother from being intimidated. You kicked Flash to the ground in record time and he ran away, even though you knew he was coming back the next day and you would repeat the process.
You could use your power of cotroling people by their blood to keep Flash away from your bro, but you were afraid you could hurt him badly and you didn't want that to him, as much as he was an idiot with everyone.
Danny watched you from far away. He didn't know how to start a conversation with you, or how to maybe tell you about his respect and admiration on you without sounding weird.
But one day it all changed. The day when Doctor Octavius attacked the city and Spiderman and his team ran to stop him. You, by coinscidence, were around and had the oppotunity of watching them fight.
The battle was brutal. Buildings were falling and the streets were full of people running and screaming. You wanted to leave that place, but you also wanted to be sure that your brother was doing fine.
A loud sound of an explosion made you knee down to the ground and cover your ears, closing your eyes by your body's instinct. It sounded so, so close…
When you looked at the street again you saw all the five heroes fallen on the ground, then you saw Octopus exploding a rooftop of another building to the wreckwage fall on top of the team.
You couldn't let that happen, mainly when you had a way to help. At least, you hoped it could really help.
You ran as fast as you could and joined the fallen team before the wreckwage could fall on them. Despite the weight on your back, you reunited all the streght you could and actioned your thunder power.
Your plan was to make an explosion able to throw the pieces of the building away. You didn't care people would see you. It was lives in danger you were talking about!
When Octavius was laughing in victory, a deep bright blue light emerged from the spaces between the big blocks of concrete stacked, and then it exploded, revealing you standing between the fallen heroes.
Your veins were shining blue like electricity, your hair was also electric and your eyes were a shining neon, while your hands were covered by sparks of thunder that emerged from themselves.
Quickly, the young heroes started to wake up, Danny being one of the first ones. When he looked up and saw you, all shining and powerful, he was shoked and couldn't move.
When Octavius ran to you, you used your water powers to cover him with the said element and sent on him a big charge of electricity and he got eletrocutated so hard that he screamed in pain and passed out.
When you noticed people were coming back to see what happened, you turned off your powers and ran away covering your face. You found an alley where you could hide and then you fell of exhaustion. You looked at your own hands in fear, you never used so much of your power.
Getting home, Peter talked you about what you did. He pointed how dangerous it was, but at the same time it was so cool! He never knew you could be that powerful! And neither did you.
And since his friends saw you using your powers they wanted to know more about it, so Peter had no choice but tell you that the friends he brought home were actually Spiderman's team.
(You already had your suspicious, so you were not so surprised)
"You did amazing there." Danny said when, by some coinscidence of the universe, you were sitting alone in the living room.
"Uh, thanks." You said, surprised by his sudden compliment.
"How long do you have these powers?"
"Since always, I guess. I don't remember a part of my life that I didn't have them."
You guys talked for a long time. It was first time you were actually talking to one of Peter's friends. And for some reason you got in the romantic stuff subject.
"So, did you ever had a girlfriend?" You asked.
"No, actually not. But I have someone in mind."
"Really? Do I know them?"
"I think you do."
Danny looked deep in your eyes and smiled softly, then his hand found it's way to hold yours. You felt your cheeks burning and your heart beating faster.
"I like you, Y/N." He confessed, pulling some of your hair behind you ear. "Since the moment I first saw you, you caught my attention. You're strong, kind and I admire you for always being yourself. And after what you did today I have no doubt about my feelings." He smiled.
"I… I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything." He aproached, changing looks between your eyes and your mouth. "Can I kiss you?" With a nod, he closed the distance and kissed you. A simple peck on the lips. And when he pulles away, you felt your cheeks burning, but you kissed him again. And again. And again.
Things happened really fast after this.
You knew you were putting yourself in danger when you used your powers in the middle of the street that day, and the consequences came a few days later when your school was attached by H.Y.D.R.A. agents.
"Y/N, go and hide. We got this." Peter told you while running to change his clothes.
"But I can help." You said running with him.
"He's right, Y/N." Danny agreed. "Please, go."
"Ugh, fine!" You said not a bit happy and looked for some emergency exit.
You almost left the place, if it wasn't for soem agents who managed to find you. Appearly, they were after you. You never tought your actions could catch their attention.
"Your coming with us! Put your hands up and surrencer!" An agent yelled as he pointed a gun to you.
''Okay. I'll rise my hands." You did as you said. "But I won't surrender." You smirked.
You used your blood power to control the souldiers to let their guns go and open the way to you. They tried to resist but it was useless.
However, just as you tought you were free, you felt a sharp pain on your thigh. When you lookd at it you saw it was tranquilizer dart, then another one perfured your belly' skin, followed by more 'till you were unconscious on the ground.
Fortunatelly, the team was able to follow the truck where you were caged in and stoped it. But you were still out of your conscience. Danny exploded the door with his iron fist and fought every agent that tried to stay on his way (with a little help from his friends).
When you woke up, they explained they already knew H.Y.D.R.A. would come after you anytime. You felt a little betrayed for be kept apart from this information but in the end you got it.
They were just trying to protect you after all.
"We have company." White Tiger spoke.
Then you saw another H.Y.D.R.A. trucks coming from everywhere, and in one of them was Doctor Octopus.
"I was planning to take only the girl today, but taking the entire team sounds good too." He said with a psycho smile on his face.
The five formed a circle around you to protect you, but even they knew they couldn't handle so many agents at the same time.
"Hey, sis." Peter whispered. "You still want to fight, right?"
"Yeah." You agreed, a smile spreading your lips.
"So what do you think about showing this guys what you can do?"
"Gladly." You smiled.
With that, your eyes glowed a neon blue and you closed your fists, making little thunders come from them. It was just a little sample of what was coming.
The team members ran to different ways to start the fight, as you made a powerful thunder that hit a big part of the agents. But soon you found out your real nemesis in this battle was Doctor Octopus himself.
You tried to use the same strategy of electrocute him, but it failed and he laughed.
"You really thought I'd be fool to not prepare myself for that attack again? This equipament is electrical shock proof!"
He attacked you with two of his tentacles. You managed to rip one of them apart, but it wasn't enought to take him down. Danny noticed your difficult in defeating the Doctor and immediatly started to think of something to help you.
Then he noticed a little red light on Octopus' back suit and a few wires connected in a device behind it. It was enought to make him get the idea.
Without hesitate, he ran and punched the device with his iron fist, then the red light turned off and Octopus fell. Getting the oportunity, you sent a thunder on him and he passed out. Without their leader, the H.Y.D.R.A. agents ran away.
You looked around, seeing the victory and feeling a big satisfaction. Soon, S.H.I.E.L.D. showed up to take Doctor Octopus.
"We did it!" You celebrated. "Thanks for helping me." You told your boyfriend, side hugging him.
"Anythime, honey." He smiled.
"Honey?!" Peter yelled. Danny never called his friends with nicknames like that. If it was Sam or even Luke he wouldn't think it suspiscious, but Danny?
"They're together." Ava said like it was nothing. "Wait, you didn't know?"
"Dude, it was so obvious." Sam said.
"But- But-"
"Alright, time to go, Spider." Luke said passing his arms around Peter's shouders.
"Wait a minute." A new voice spoke.
The team quickly turned to the owner of that voice, and when you did it too you noticed it was Nick Fury himself.
"Y/N Parker." He said walking to you.
"Nick Fury." You replied in the same tone, not knowing exactly how to react.
"I had an eye on you since I first heard of your powers."
"Literally, one eye." You heard Sam joke, just to be head punched by Ava.
"You should join the S.H.I.E.L.D., then you would train with these five and protect better your family."
You didn't know what to say. You never wanted to be part of this hero stuff, but now… you didn't know what to say.
"I know about your relutancy, and I respect your reasons. But sometimes we have to leave our confort zone." Fury said, staring deep in your eyes. "I'll give you sometime to think. You have 'till the Helicarrier to be completly fixed to decide. Chose well." He passed by you to enter in a truck and left.
After that day, you really thought about the possibility of being part of the young hero team. Then you could be more close of Danny when he had to go, but at the same time it could be bad too: you could distract each other in the battlefield.
The rest of the guys aproved the idea of you joining the team. They said you could be a good addition.
So, after a lot of thinking you finally had your decision.
(Idk what to choose so I let it for you guys to decide)
If yes: You accepted Fury's offer and started to train with the team when the Helicarrier was fixed again. You made friends with the other members, old and new. Your relationship with Danny was dangerous and you knew that, but you did your best to make it work.
If no: You watched them go with Peter by your side. You'd miss the involuntary mess that a house full of people caused. And mainly you'd miss Danny. You regreted for not noticing earlier how he felt about you, you could have spent more time together. But don't worry, you met every weekend.
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virgilisspidey · 9 months
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About your newest fic (love it btw, can’t wait for more❤️❤️), we already know that the turtles are from WAY before the show takes place, but what about everyone else’s timeline? April knows the turtles but Casey doesn’t? Bebop and Rocksteady are with the rest of the villains so that tells us something. Slash and Leatherhead are there, but do they know each other? And Karai? Idk what’s going on with Karai she hasn’t done much yet. When’s everyone else from?
This will be explained in the introduction chapter but you know me, I am impatient and this has been in the works for weeks I just not had the chance to blabber about it to other people and not just shy and cursehue
They're from different points of the show.
The turtles are of course, way before the show, they're ten year olds.
April and Casey are from the same point in time. They're from season 2, sometime during April's break from the turtles that's why she knows them and not Casey. She's also still mad at them for what happened with her dad but seeing them in trouble and tiny? Damn, she's an only child but oh boy do those older sister senses suddenly kicked in.
Karai is from before her introduction in season 1. She doesn't know the turtles nor she was aware they exist, she's still back in Japan. She didn't do much the first chapter because she was observing, plus no one else attacked her so why would she move?
Leatherhead is from after Into Dimension X so he's pretty familiar and close to Mikey.
Slash literally just got mutated and was pulled out from the exact moment he was about to beat the hell out of Donnie, he only cares about Raph at the moment.
The villains that are in the fic are six, i think.
Tiger Claw was from he was just hired, so season 2? Pre introduction.
Xever is from after he got his new robotic legs, same goes for Bradford so he's currently Dog Pound and not Rahzar.
Bebop and Rocksteady are from after season 3's The Pig and the Rhino, which means they are very well aware that Donnie knows how to make retro mutagen.
Then there's Baxter Stockman, who, like Karai, wasn't involved and is most likely hiding under the seats because he's currently human and pulled out pre introduction in season 1. He basically just git fired from his job.
And this is where things get a tad bit complicated so I'm putting it under a cut because I am a lore freak and if you don't want to be spoiled you can just skip it
All of then are from different timelines, meaning they're not from the main timeline that they're currently about to watch so canon is not necessarily bended. The others all came from timelines similar to the show's, but the younger turtles are not.
Since this fic is in my Mama Leo series, and I already stated that every fic in that series is connected to Mama Leo, all being sequels of sorts because Mama Leo is the main fic, like a blue print.
The brothers are from that specific fic.
It doesn't necessarily change the story of Mama Leo, but it explains the random stuff tbe brothers would do. It's just also a fun little thing that connects all my fics back yo Mama Leo
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hellcatinnc · 4 months
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Bungo Stray Dogs Season 3 Anime Review
Includes Spoilers
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Now this was a season that covered alot and I loved every minute of it. so far each season I swear gets better and I'm so in love with the plot, characters, everything. I've come along ways from when I first started but think my top 5 stand strong now Chuuya, Akutagawa, Atsushi, Dazai, & Kunikida. Don't get me wrong when Sakunosuke Oda was alive he was my number 4 over Dazai but since he isn't anymore thats my new order based on season 3.
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I honestly wasn't expecting to like the show down between the two factions with Yukichi Fukuzawa versus Ōgai Mori. I haven't once ever cared for Mori and even in this season I still don't. Its not like he wouldn't be a good character however he is so stuck on his daughter with her powers saving his filthy ass. I just read over this character and seems like its not his daughter yet sometimes he calls her his wife... I'm gonna leave it at that cause that just got weirder for me. Like grow some balls dude. Then there is Fukuzawa he oh my god he is a bad ass. His personality to me is like Kunkida you don't see his gentle side right off the bat and he grows on you in time but once he does you can enjoy the character how should have be. When he got killed I was gonna lose my shit so I was happy his death didn't stick.
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Up until this season I always felt for Higuchi being in love with Akutagawa but by this season you realize she has a very unhealthy obsession over him not quiet the same. Bot sure where there future can go from here and I really do feel like she is in love with him but sadly I feel like he doesn't think he is worthy of love which is why he shows none to no one more than his sister really. What I don't get is how she couldn't look at gin beside her brother and tell they were siblings I could. Her jealousy streak kicked in and that was the end of that, even to the point she was willing to push Atsushi into dating her to keep her sweet Akutagawa to herself. I feel what you saw in the first season of how she would die for him and how he thanked her I think if he thought more highly of himself he might actually could be accepting of something with her. She is the only one who cares not on what he has done but would be willing to stand by and die by his side.
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Now lets take a stroll back to Chuuya and his past as a 15 year old and up. Damn he was hot even as a kid FFS. Anyways so many people ship him with Dazai but by this season if there was a ounce of me that thought it should happened it died here. Now let me explain so you see how they meet and they hate each other from the start. Chuuya is in a mission to take down port mafia for destroying the city he calls home. He works along other kids to do this, however Dazai brings him into Mori and this is where Chuuya's life gets changed. However he still hates them he is willing to work with them to get to a bigger picture in what he sees as a way to still take them down.
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Then you have Dazai who goes out of his way to let Chuuya's friends know he is with the mafia now even though he hasn't actually signed on. Dazai is a master manipulator and when Chuuya had his friends try to kill him because they thought he was a traitor Dazai stepped in telling him only if he joins the port mafia will he protect the kids and wipe the rest out so he agrees. Like seriously how can someone ship that bullshit Chuuya is such a better man. Only reason Dazai stays on my list is because he still is a likable character but he has fucked over alot of people. I mean he wonders why Chuuya hates him yes he trusts him with his life but still hates him because after dragging his life into the mafia Dazai just leaves one day without even a word. I will say though I love his attitude from the start its super hot in my book.
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So I'm not a fan of these two together and the fact they ended up at one point because of her powers naked together I just was a bit irritated. She is like a hateful tsundere chick yet always blames him for everything. He is so much better with Kyouka and more chemistry too. Plus even though I know some ship these two its one sided on Lucy. I saw this because time and time again he has showed he would die to protect Kyouka even sleeps in her closet to be by her side. We all know Lucy is selfish she has no issue sacrificing him if need be but Kyoka won't she has time and time again put her life on hold for him as well I think thats why I think they are a healthier ship.
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Kyouka and Atsushi are just too cute together and don't get me wrong the closet scene is from the movie I had forgot to mention it but after showing proof him and Lucy should never be together I felt it was necessary to show this when talking about these two ships together. There is nothing else that works for me and I will ship them too the end. Plus I think they need each other like nothing else.
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Watching Atsushi struggle with the only man he knew as a father die was heartfelt. I understood why he hated him and why it hurt to even think about however Dazai was right in one thing he said to him that he wouldn't be the man he turned out to be if he hadn't been raised the way he was. Then when he started crying after that made me tear up I love Atsushi his heart is so good he is the cinnamon roll of this show.
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Then when they showed Kyouka as a child after watching her parents killed right in front of her broke my heart. Like seconds before it all happened her father was talking about how happy he was to spend more time with his wife and daughter then all this goes down and her life is forever changed.
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Watching Kunkida break after watching the child that Fyodor had kill herself in front of him. No matter what this man loves kids and I think would make an absolute great father. Like seriously to me he reminds me alot of Sakunosuke for that with his orphan kids. These men would make the best fathers of all the men on this show. It so hurts to watch him hurt though so I felt for him in this scene.
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Ok am I the only one that hates Fyodor like sure he is hot in a psychotic kind of way. I feel like he would be the yandere of this show thats for sure but I don't know he is just heartless I can't like him in any way. Shoot I like Mori more than this son of a bitch. I can see going fourth I'm going to hate seeing him on the show over and over again.
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Ok Ranpo taking on Chuuya was pretty hot not gonna lie. Like his attitude his confidence I think the first time I found this man sexy as fuck. I think Chuuya is better but still you go Ranpo bout time you step that sex appeal up.
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That moment when Kyouka tries to kill Akutagawa was very memorable but even more so that when she didn't succeed and for the first time he tells her he sees she has changed and found happiness and that he is happy for her. He proved even to her he isn't all bad he does have a heart no matter how much he tries to hide it.
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These two fight and tell each other off but in the end they fight well together. I also believe they understand each other way more than they even realize. You even see when he lends him his powers so he can beat the bad guy in the end of this season. He asks why he fights and I guess he liked and respected his answer so instead of them both dying they both fought to survive as they always did. Its funny to see how Atsushi is coddled by Dazai making him better but yet he Dazai was also the man to break both Chuuya and Akutagawa.
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