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jaskierisbi · 3 years

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lines and verses from every amazing devil song that hit

King

But our voices collide with each howl of the tide || Singing all hell and its fire waits for us

All that matters || Is that you’re here

Pruning Shears

My entire life it's running away too fast || Watching everyone I've ever loved walk past || Never really quite getting the knack of || Knowing no one will not || Ever come back for you

Shower Day

Would have stayed if you'd had asked || But instead you just walk past

You're the one who told me my hair looked better black || You're the one who told me to never look back || You're the one who asked me if I'm feeling ok || I said I'm fine || It's just a sitting down in the shower day

Leave the room but you get caught in the rain || Know you should love him but it's such a pain || Would have stayed if you'd had asked || But instead you just walk away

Elsa’s Song

I can hear the cannons calling || As though across a dream || And I can smell the smoke of hell || In every stitch and seam || And like flowers, the bodies tumble || Around this muddied lot || I cannot hear them scream || ‘Forget me not.’

Pray

Pray for me, I'll run until I begin to understand || What holy men really mean || When they speak of sin

God made all man in his image || Honey I'm I'm I'm no man || I'm what’s left when children go to war

Run from you, I'll run until I begin to understand || What holy men really mean when they speak of sand and sons and seams and symphonies and sweat and sex and sin

Why you cannot sleep for sighing || Why womanhood is more than crying || I'm stronger now than you have ever known

The cracks you made I fill with mortar || A broken pot can still hold water || Symphonies and sweat and sex mean nothing when you are obsessed || With sin and soil and strength and song and all the words that came out wrong and him

Little Miss Why So

Did you tell them about the time we met little miss || You'll love the way I tell it || And I'll yell it from the rooftops for you || He says

He says || You're going too fast || You'll burn up soon

I don't know how to reach you when you get like this || I've been waiting for you to come home || I don't know how to reach you when you get like this || I've been waiting for you to come home

Why won't you just tell them all to fuck off love and be mine

He says || Why so sad || I'm here and I'm alive || Stop making up death wishes and take my lifeline

Why won't you believe I love you if I'm not hurting you, he says || Can't you see that I'm enough for you but you don't want me to be || 'Cause that means you'll actually have to be content

Why so why so sad || Stop asking why I'm sad just know it's enough to know I'm sad

New York Torch Song

But your blood does not bleed red no more || It's whiter than the sun burns, bright with every hum || From within this gaping wound of ours || A new us has begun. A new us has begun. A new us has begun

Tear me up and burn me up and rip me up and leave your || Hand on the wall as you go

Are you god or devil, ghost dishevelled || Childhood friend or drunken revel

I cannot find the words to keep you || I cannot find the words to keep you

Two Minutes

It's like all the wallpaper inside my heart || Is slowly slowly peeling off || And I'm showing || All the stains and things || They wrote on the wall before

These hands are growing cold ||They're running out of things to hold || Give me two damn minutes and I'll be fine

If I'm good will you come back || If I'm good will you come back || If I'm good will you come back || To us

Not Yet/Love Run

Sing me awake with a song about pirates || And I will try to harmonise || And sip the sunlight from your eyes || Oh sing me awake || With all the things we’ll do today || But instead we’ll build a den || Out of pillows and get drunk again

If my old mum could see me now || Oh how she’d howl she’d howl

Love run, love run || For all the things you’ve done || Run for all the things that drum || Run for all those pages thumbed

Love run, love run || For all the things we wished we’d done || Run from all you know that’s coming || Run to show that love’s worth running to

All that matters || Is that you're here ||All that matters

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The Rockrose and the Thistle

n/a sorry y’all

The Horror and the Wild

You are that space that’s in between every page, every chord and every screen || You are the driftwood and the rift, you’re the words that I promise I don’t mean

We’re drunk but drinking (sunk but sinking) || They thought us blind (we were just blinking)

Remember me I ask, remember me I sing || Give me back my heart you wingless thing

Think of all the horrors that I || Promised you I’d bring || I promise you, they’ll sing of every || Time you passed your fingers through my hair and called me child || Witness me, old man, I am the Wild

Wild Blue Yonder

So one last time, love, come and rip my clothes || Get a grip, we're grownups

Come and rip off my socks like you’re blasting the locks off of a bank vault. Halt! || This time we’re done for

Let’s hide under the covers || We don’t know what’s out there || Could be wolves || So hold me, lover, like you used to || So tight I’d bruise you || I’d bruise you, I’d bruise you too

Every stone you threw, I stood on to better see the view

Don't you ever wonder, what could have been? || All those wonders sit in wait for us, we tried

Every brick you hurled, I’ll use to build this world || This world, this world, this world

Welly Boots

And I love you, don’t you know || That I’ll be with you all along, as long as you are kind

And when you scream that it’s not fair || It’s like I’ve gone off to the coast || Left you behind just standing there || Pretending not to see your ghost || If only you could hear my voice || But you are screaming far too loud to hear me swear || Just because I left doesn’t mean that I’m not still there

'Cause you were always strong || When you were young, you’d kick things just to see if they would fall || They said ‘That girl, she’s wrong’ || But I’ll stick up for you, even though you haven’t got a clue, you haven't got a fucking clue

Farewell Wanderlust

He said ‘Hey darling hey, hey darling hey’ || I’m the hardest goodbye that you’ll ever have to say

I promise you I’ll be better || I promise you I’ll try || But like rubbing wine stains into rugs it’s my curse || To try and make it right, but by trying make it worse

I promise you I’m not broken || I promise you there’s more || More to come, more to reach for, more to hurl at the door

Goodbye to all my darkness, there’s nothing here but light || Adieu to all the faceless things that sleep with me at night || This here is not make up, it’s a porcelain tomb || And this here is not singing, I’m just screaming in tune

Fair

It’s what my heart just yearns to say || In ways that can’t be said || It’s what my rotting bones will sing || When the rest of me is dead || It’s what’s engraved upon my heart || In letters deeply worn || Today I somehow understand the reason I was born

She laughs as though she’s not heard the joke ten thousand times before || And he adores her, he watches her get dressed as though she’s hurtling through time

And she brushes her hand through his hair, he’s got so much fucking hair

And he holds her close just to keep the world at bay

"It’s not fair, it’s not fair how much I love you || It’s not fair, 'cause you make me laugh when I’m actually really fucking cross at you for something," || And he’ll say || "Oh how, oh how unreasonable || How unreasonably in love I am with everything you do || I spend my days so close to you 'cause if I’m standing here, maybe everyone will think I’m alright,"

'Cause darling I was born to press my head between your shoulder blades

And calm throughout his melodrama, she will turn and say || "Dear heart, it’s me, it's me || You don’t need to pretend to be someone you’re not || 'Cause it’s not like I’ve never heard you fart and snore || And for some godforsaken reason || I’m still here, love, like I’ve always been before,"

Burying her head into his chest and clinging to the moment || "Where have you been?" she’ll whisper || "I’ve waited oh so long for you to come" || And as the stars above them hum and hear them || He’ll turn to her and say, "That’s what she said"

That Unwanted Animal

You try so loud to love me || I cannot seem to hear || ‘Be good to me,’ I whisper || And you say ‘What?’ || And I say ‘Nothing dear’

I’m the paper cut that kills you || I’m the priest that you ignored || I’m the touch you crave, I’m the plans that you made, but fuck all your plans I’m bored

And you rip my ribcage open || And devour what’s truly yours

'Cause if we join our hands in prayer enough || To God I imagine it all starts to sound like applause

Marbles

And I chipped my teeth on every joke you cracked

You stole the best years of my life || I’ll give them back

'Cause I will wait and hope || Your eyes aren’t rivers there to weep || But a place for crows to rest their feet || And I will wait and hope || And rest my head at night content || Knowing where my marbles went

She sang, ‘Do you think I’m sexy?’ and oh god I really did

Oh, if one more guy calls me darling then I || Swear to you and to god I will murder them all

All the bastards applaud when I show that I’m flawed || You’re not flawed darling, you’re just a little under-rehearsed

I’ve loved you, for a hundred years || Certainly fucking feels like it

The minute I met you, the colours of my life began to pour

And now, even though you’re mad and these memories won’t stay || That's okay || 'Cause then I get to meet you for the first time every single day

Battle Cries

Tell the truth to me, love, does my hair look as nice || As it did when you once tangled up in your eyes? || Look at me as you say this, don’t look at your phone

‘Cause these plates they smash like waves || And the wine stains hide the tears || But that breathing you hear, don't mistake it for sighs || Don’t you realise? They’re just battle cries, dear

And these lines aren’t wrinkles, dear heart || They’re just dollops of paint on a new work of art

And as I walk away, I know I’ve been through the wars || But that creaking you hear in my bones is not pain, it’s applause

This isn’t a break up, dear heart, it’s a season finale

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adulttrio-imagines · 4 years

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“My hand was made to fit into yours. That’s all there is to it.” - for Hisoka;-)

“Label it however you want, I truly do not care.”

Hisoka replies without even looking up from his phone. He’s propped comfortably across your new couch, snuggled under a pile of blankets he stole from your bedroom, head lolling off the armrest as he snacked on your sweets. He spares you no second thought, giggling to himself as he scrolls through the web, thoroughly unaffected as the world around him shuffles in repetitive motions.

You huff, and set your laptop aside. It’s not for the first time he has brushed off your efforts to put a name to your… relationship. To call it difficult would be an understatement, if you could even use such a term to describe whatever it is you had with him.

He chuckles again, and your phone lights up with a beep. It’s a filtered photo of him in a fake mustache with an eggplant in hand. You turn to see him looking up at you, cheeky grin spread ear to ear across his face. He waves and tosses you a familiar piece of candy. Bungee gum, it expired two weeks ago.

You chuck it back at him, he lets it nail him in the head, ear splitting grin never leaving his face.

It was never meant to be like this. Your lives were never meant to intersect, they were tangent lines that ran close but never met. But somehow, you met him in the eye of the storm, a beautiful mess of red and gold who saved you from your assailant one rainy night, followed you home and for reasons unknown, upended your entire life and has stuck with you since. His visits were sporadic but interesting, mind constantly skipping two steps ahead of yours, and you found yourself swept into the deep undercurrents of his torrential downpour with no way of escape.

He was a whirlwind of color, dancing continuously before your eyes, from the tips of his fiery hair to the manicured ends of his painted toes, a flying mustang that stormed through the skies, running faster and faster alongside unseen monsters, soaring through perilous thunderclouds, reaching out to something beyond your existence.

And it scared you.

“Isn’t this enough?” You remembered asking one day as twilight fell, when he barged into your home, thick with bloodlust and doused in blood, staining the walls a dark red as he dragged a clawed hand through them, leaving angry scratch marks in its wake. You should have left him then, you suppose, when he push you against that very same wall and started fucking you hard. You should have cried and screamed for help (it wouldn’t have helped, you both knew that) when he whispered unimaginable threats into you ear, the smell of death lingering in his breath as he ravaged you, leaving bruises that made you limp for weeks on end after that; your knight in shinning armor. He shattered your idealistic notions of him that very night.

But it wasn’t as if he hid who he was. He made that very clear from the start, when he crushed a man’s skull with a single bare hand like rotten fruit on your second date, or when he easily snapped a man’s neck in half just because he was in a weird mood and could do it. You were a fool to believe he could be satisfied that easily, even stupider to believe he could ever be content with what he had in front of him. He was a voracious man with an insatiable appetite for thrill and excitement. There was always something he was chasing after, too far and too bright for you to see, you had to turn away and shield your eyes from its glare, or risk going blind and losing it all.

That was just the type of person he was, standing above the rest on top of the mountain he carved out himself, towering miles overhead, removed from everyone and everything, where nothing but the sun and the howl of the wind could ever touch him.

“Is it lonely up there, all by yourself in your castle of pride.” You said once, it wasn’t a question. He laughs derisively, but his nails dig unnecessarily deep into your arm when he pins you and forces his tongue down your throat, teeth clinking loudly against yours.

It wouldn’t be fair to call him a complicated man, but it wouldn’t be fair to call him an honest man either. He was always clear with his motives, but never his intentions, his actions laid bare before you as he clouded his goal with a shroud of deceit; a walking contradiction who spewed sweetened lies intermingled with bitter truths, showered in layers of secrets and lies,

as if to protect himself.

He didn’t trust you, but he didn’t need to. What could you do against him?

“What are you afraid of?” You’re both drunk of copious amounts of alcohol, faces flushed bright red as you lean against the back alley wall, ignoring the stench of filth rising all around you as his hand creeps up your skirt. Instead, he sings you a story of broken men and angry gods between voracious acts, sweet lies crooning in your ear.

He never speaks of his past, and neither do you offer to divulge into yours.

It was ridiculous to try and get a straight answer from him, a lost cause trying to gain his attention, and a futile effort for trying to maintain it. Yet, even coated with a layer of death is he beautiful for reasons you cannot explain, and you can only stand and wait for the tide to pull you in, dragging you into an endless hurricane.

Somehow amongst all the madness, fate continued to weave it’s interconnecting strands of circumstances, and you both fall into a routine.

He doesn’t officially move in with you, because god forbid he gets tied down, but you were never one to make things official anyway. It’s easy to say he’s more like a stray cat, coming and going as he pleased, snacking on your food or lounging in the living room as if he owns the place.

You don’t know where he actually lives, but the expensive colognes that line your dressing table make known that he’s no traveling pauper.

You get into the habit of leaving sticky notes around the house. Just simple things, like shutting the patio door whenever he left or to take off his shoes before he even thought of entering your house. He responds by sticking his own notes on your various houseplants, naming them obscene words and the occasional crude drawing.

You don’t know who he is, but you do know this. He’s painfully meticulous in his appearance and can spend hours highlighting the slope of his cheeks and the curve of his lips, he has freckles climbing all through his shoulders, his left ear is slightly smaller than his right, he sings in the morning but never at night, and sometimes when he smiles, his eyes are more caramel than amber.

He always finds a way to bother you when it’s least convenient, and disappears whenever you need him most, as if he has a built in tracker of sorts installed deep in that brilliant mind of his.

He calls it magic; you call it being a pest.

Sometimes he leaves for days on end, but he always returns, sometimes with murder in his eyes and bile in his hands, his nen a torrent of poison when he creeps into bed, staining your sheets and shaking you awake, demanding for more (there’s nothing for you to give) wild and unhinged as he tears into you (he gets what he wants anyway).

It’s the quiet moments you like best.

It’s the blissful mornings that smell like coffee and honeyed French toast, it’s the rainy afternoons where you’re both sitting across the other with a deck of cards at hand and the television blares white noise in the background, it’s the late evenings where you sit outside to read and the smell of honeysuckle lingers as you sit and enjoy each other’s company, it’s when you both start laughing so hard at the same time that your sides ache, it’s when he smiles at you when he thinks you aren’t looking; without fuss, without fanfare, without secret codes and hidden meanings, you both just exist, just as everything is meant to be.

It’s so normal, and so pleasant you can almost forget what he is.

When the morning sun barely peaks over the fairway mountains, painting the whole room soft shades of violet and velvet blue, you like watching the way his chest moves up and down like calm seas with each intake of breath, the way he stretches out across the bed, you likes the way his face naturally looks without the usual layer of makeup hiding it all.

You both hide yourselves from the outside world in different ways.

It becomes a fun game to see how long you can get away with tracing the features of his face before he awakens, the curve of his lips, the sharp peak of his nose. Your fingers dance all over his face, planting feather light kisses wherever they linger. The urge is uncontrollable, he looks so human when he is asleep that you finds it difficult to believe that he is more man than beast.

Sometimes your roles are reversed and he’s staring at you instead. He’s difficult to read on the best of days, and by the time his stare stirs you from your slumber, his smirk is the first thing to greet you. Most of the time his lips are twisted into a smug satisfaction, taunting as he smiles patronizingly at you, eyes crinkled into amused crescents. He’ll tap your nose and laugh at whatever expression your grumpy morning self makes, before rushing right in to plant his lips against yours and initiating round two to finish whatever you both started last night.

But there are time when he just stares, unreadable and distant, his eyes taking on a lifeless glazed quality. He doesn’t say anything, or do anything, as if the whole process of breathing is too laborious for him to do anything but. Silence echoes, an unfamiliar drumming sound beating right below your ear as the unnatural quiet stretches infinitely. His stare buries holes deep into your soul, eyes glinting and burning yellow, like cosmic lights, fiery and all encompassing, swallowing you whole and leaving you struggling to breathe, but he doesn’t move. You don’t understand those moments no matter how hard you try, they scramble your head and tear through whatever thoughts you can scavenge, but you understand that he is thinking and rearranging everything in his jumbled up head. He never speaks of these days, but you’ve seen the way he jerks during his dreams, the way his back arches and the odd angles he contorts himself into, silent screams and gasping hands that search for others lost and never found; you recognizes them well. At those times, you go in, resting your forehead into his chest, counting each beat of his heart, reminding him that he is still alive and not six feet below and rotting compost for worms. The constant thumps of his heart are a surprising comfort, the feeling of the warmth generated from his body spread all around you like a soft blanket. Sometimes you remain like that, unmoving until the sun reaches its peak in the everblue sky, glaring into your eyes and you moves away to get breakfast ready, but never does he push away.

There are days where he pulls you in and holds you close, gripping you so tightly your bones crack and ache for weeks after it. Those days his heart races like shooting stars careening off the universe, lost and directionless, fizzling endlessly until they get extinguished from exhaustion. Cotton candy and spiced liquor mingle with the earliest rays of dawn, and you both fall right back asleep, curling into each other like quotation marks, fingers filling the gaps between hands perfectly, a rare moment of tranquility created in your small universe.

I’m here.

You never fail to remind him that during those times. His memory is sharp, and his trust is hard to come, but you do so anyway, for there isn’t much else you can otherwise. He needs to know that, you tell yourself between breathless kisses, hands desperately clutching at each other, even if he cannot find it in himself to believe it.

I’ll always be here.

You close your eyes, darkness flashing momentarily as heat radiating from him in scorching waves burn unseen marks throughout your skin. One day, he will leave; it could be today, tomorrow, the following week, the next year. Through choked sobs you learn that try as you might, you can never tell when would the time he walked out of your door be the last, and you knew better than to try. But you will wait for him, for you were too young, too dumb, too headstrong to stop yourself for falling so, so deeply into him, and he’ll always have a home with you.

You brush his hair aside, the fiery shades of red and pink were soft to the touch, and felt like sheets of velvet in your hand as you fill in the gaps of his fingers with yours.

“My hand was made to fit into yours.” You squeeze your hands tightly together, “that’s all there is to it.”

#hunter x hunter #hisoka #slight angst #hurt/comfort #fluff #writing prompts #more of a 'what's it like dating hisoka'#eh oh well #asks #my writings #izabo-san

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sestra-inestro · 4 years

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The Carry On - (5/5)

Pairings: Mob!Bucky x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of animal abuse, SMUT!! 18+. Summary in the tag reblog! Masterlist

Today, you were at the clinic as Bucky walked in after his group therapy sessions and some time with Steve.

“Hey, baby doll.” Bucky smiled sweetly as he leant over the reception desk to pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Hey.” You smiled at him. “How was today?”

“It was...” Bucky sighed. “Interesting.”

You frowned at his words. “Interesting how?”

Bucky frowned to himself before telling you. “We’ve had a problem with Thor for a while and an incident happened today. He was thrown out a window.”

“Oh my gosh.” You said in shock.

“Yeah.” Bucky sighed. “We trying to do something about it.”

You knew better than to push and frankly you didn’t really want to. You still had your problems with the business he is in but you were still grateful for some of the people working with him.

Bucky sighed but shook his head. “Anyway, are you ready for dinner.”

You were about to open your mouth to answer when a scared howl came from the back rooms of the clinic.

You sighed.

“We might be a little held up.” You said sadly.

“What on earth was that?” Bucky’s face washed with concern as he still heard the whimpers.

“We had a poor Rottweiler dumped at the front door today. One of his legs is broken but he keeps trying to get away from the nurses and running on his leg.” Bucky could see the worry in your eyes for the dog. “We can tell he has been abused and he’s so scared of everyone.”

“Jeez.” Bucky muttered as he tried to peer around the back. “What’s happening now?”

“They’ve got him and they are trying to retrain him before they give him painkillers and examine him further. But every time we touch him he must think he’s going to be hurt, so he screams.” You explained.

You hated seeing such a beautiful dog in such a frightened state.

“If his leg is that bad they will have to amputate it. And if no one comes to claim him then we will have no choice but to euthanise him.” You look away with tears in your eyes.

Bucky can see your distress about the situation.

“What don’t you claim him?” Bucky suggested.

You looked at him in shock.

“Can you do that? I mean, I don’t see why not, and if he was dumped here then I don’t think anyone will come back for him.”

You stared at him, still dumbstruck by his suggestion. He could see in your eyes that you were skeptic, and he couldn’t blame because of his previous actions. But he wanted more than anything to move passed it and make up for it.

You thought for a moment about the suggestion. You did not want to have this dog put down, it wasn’t fair. But he also might never be okay again.

“I just don’t think he deserves the be put down yet.” Bucky said softly, grasping your hand.

You looked up to his eyes and saw he meant what he was saying.

“You would be okay with this?” You gave a little smile.

Bucky smiled and nodded back to you. “Of course.” He said softly.

You stood from the chair and walked around the reception desk and wrapped you arms around his neck.

“What brought this on?” You asked, looking into his eyes.

His hands settled on your hips and he sighs. “Those creatures should have to suffer at the hands of a human.” You could see the hint guilt in his eyes. “They deserve to be on this planet a lot more than most of us do.” He gave you a sad smile.

You smiled back and softly cupped his cheeks, pulling his face to you and pressing your lips against his.

When you pulled back, Bucky witness the biggest smile stretch across your face.

“It will take a little while to get the papers ready. And he’ll have to stay here tonight.” You ran around the desk and started typing into the computer before lifting your head and looking at Bucky again with a grimace. “We might be a little late to dinner.”

Bucky smiled and waved it off. “Dinner can wait. Your dress is in the car, take all the time this needs.”

After a gruelling a hour of processing claim papers and arguing with nurses and doctors about taking this dog home, you finally got accepted and headed to dinner. Which was more a fancy gathering connected to a club. Your dress was very specially flattering and you felt so sexy. Bucky opened the car door for you and wrapped his arm around your waist lovingly, pulling your body to him.

“You are so gorgeous.” He placed a kiss to your jaw and your cheek, his fluffy beard tickling your skin and making you giggle.

“You’re handsome.” You slid your hands over his chest and nudged his nose with yours. “Tie me up later?”

He’s never tied you up before and the very thought of seeing you splayed for him makes his dick jump.

“Fuck yes.” He mumbled and bit his lip.

You brushed your finger over his lips and made your way to the entrance of the venue, swaying your hips and pulling him along after you.

Stepping inside, you both were immediately greeted with a loud voice.

“Barnes!” Tony Stark called out, lifting a flute of champagne in his hand.

You watched as the billionaire and his wife made his way over to you and Bucky.

“You’re late.” Tony shook Bucky’s hand.

“We had something very important to do.” Bucky smiled and squeezed your hip.

“June, you look gorgeous.” Tony leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“Thank you, Tony.” You gave him a tight smile. Ever since you’d found found that Steve and Tony suspected you were leaking the information you did your try and stay as civil as you could without completely avoiding them.

“How are you, June? I haven’t seen you in a long time.” Pepper have you a sweet smile.

“I’ve been really good, Pep. I’ve missed you.” You returned her smile.

“Hope you don’t mind, James but I need to steal your girl.” Pepper grasped your hand.

“Of course not.” Bucky pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Go have fun.” He patted you on the backside as Pepper pulled you away from the men.

“We’ll let them do their thing. I wanna know, hows the rural life?” Pepper swiped a glass from a bench as you walked passed it and handing it to you.

“It’s so quiet and peaceful. No traffic, no loud neighbours. It’s the best.” You said with a soft tone. You truly did love living in the areas you are in now.

“I’m trying to convince Tony to move us up there. I can’t deal with the traffic anymore. No matter how sound proof he makes the walls.” You laugh at her words.

“Pepper!” A voice called her name and caught both of your attention.

You saw four women and one man standing around a table with drinks. Two women you recognised as Natasha and Okoye and you had seen the man before but you couldn’t remember. One of the women you didn’t recognise had long brown hair that fell down to her mid back. Her black spaghetti strap dress hugged her hips and her waist, allowing you to drink in her entire body. Her eyes watched you as you moved towards them. You saw then rake over your body and you grew hot under her gaze, her look radiating pure sex.

The other woman let off a very different vibe. Her hair was pulled in tight, her dress stuck out with a dark green colour and her lips stained red. Her chin was stuck out and her eyebrows arched as she observed you.

“Hey, there.” Pepper greeted enthusiastically as you arrived at the table. “June, this is Wanda,” Pepper gestured to the beautiful woman who was giving you a sexy smile. “And Dot.” She said, pointing to the other woman who was very clearly judging you.

“Hi.” You tried to offer Dot a smile but she gave a small tight lipped smile in return.

“June.” Natasha brushed passed Dot and moved to hug you. “It’s been so long.” She squeezed you.

“It really has. How was your mission?” You asked. They pulled her out of Hydras gang after they learnt who the mole was.

Nat rolled her eyes. “Disgusting. Sleeping with a man that’s three times my age is almost the worst thing I’ve ever done.”

You smirked at her. “Almost.”

She hummed in agreement before winking at you.

“Okoye, how have you been?” You gave the woman a wide smile.

“You know, keeping a fully grown man from hurting himself with his own tech has its perks.” Okoye chuckled to herself before sipping her drink.

You smiled at her before moving your eyes to Wanda, who was watching you intently.

“And what do you do?” You asked in the most polite way you could and tilted your head.

Her eyes gave you a lustful once over before answering you. “I own all over this.” She gestured to the big space and the club through the big doors. “I mainly provide a safe space for the incoming cargo and deal with the shipments that are sent out.” She shrugged as if it was no big deal. “I also give special treatment to those few special people.” Wanda places her hand one yours and traces the back of your hand.

“Alright, down girl.” The man said, nudging Wanda with his elbow. “That’s a married woman.”

“That’s never stopped me before.” Wanda winked at you before removing her hand and picked up her drink.

“I’m not sure if you remember me, but I’m Clint.” The man introduced himself.

“I do remember you.” You pointed. “You were very drunk last time I saw you.” You remembered his loud laughing at your wedding.

Your comment made Clint blush. “Yeah well, I’ve managed to keep good control of my liquor lately.”

You nodded in approval.

“June,” Dot said your name, catching everyone’s attention. “We heard what happened with Bucky. He really pulled back on his involvement with the business.”

You frowned at the woman. You had never met her in your life and she knew what had happened with your husband. Everyone turned their heads to glare at her.

She pretended to clear her throat, as if she only just realised how strange it was to know that.

“Sorry, dear.” She gave you a plastic smile. “I used to date Bucky. I just found it so shocking he would man-handle his wife like that. He never hurt me when we were together.” Her chin raised higher as she boasted about her past with Bucky.

You narrowed your eyes at her and sighed. “What exactly do you want to hear, Dot?”

“June, you don’t have to.” Pepper touches your arm.

“It’s okay, Pepper.” You gave her a nice smile.

“Well, I guess I just find it interesting that you stayed with him after he did that, that’s all.” Her smug face was stretched into a smile.

“Not that it’s any of you business, but I made him beg.” You said simply. You weren’t going to feed into this bitches bait.

She gave you a look as if she was impressed. She took another sip of her drink before opening her fat mouth again.

“So, has he tied you up yet?” Dot asked with a smug smirk on her face.

You saw Natasha shift in her place, disapproving of Dots question. Okoye and Wanda rolled their eyes.

You sighed and looked down to your drink before curling your lip. “No, he hasn’t.” You watched as a triumphant smirk graced her face. “But I’ve tied him up.”

Natasha coughs into her drink as she took a sip. Wanda smiles at you proudly and Dots face turned into one of shock and confusion.

“Had him laying there for a long time. Teased him, edged him, finally let him cum.” You sighed at the memory. He looked so good underneath you, abs constricting and body sweating as he begged you to let him come while you worked the fleshlight over his hardened and purpled cock.

“He treated me so good after that.” You leaned in close to Dot. “You and I both know how good he is with his mouth.” You have her a wink.

Natasha began to fan herself as she listened to you take down Dot ever so sweetly.

“Dot, can you please stop. You’re making a fool of yourself.” Pepper scolded the woman.

Dot held up her hands in surrender. “Okay, fine. I can take a hint.” Dots words dripped with venom as she swiped her drink from the table and walked away.

“We have to kinda keep her around, because she dated Bucky.” Wanda said to you while eyeing Dot walking away.

“Yeah. They were afraid she might talk so it was either keep her around or kill her.” Clint explained.

You scoffed and lifted your drink to your lips. “Wrong choice.”

You watched as Clint laughed at your comment, went to speak to you but decided last minute.

“You look like you have something to say.” You say to Clint.

Clint puts down his drink and gives a sheepish smile. “Well, yeah I do, I do. But,” He pauses and lifts a finger to his mouth. “You seem like a really nice person and I don’t want to offend you in any way.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Ooh, this sounds interesting.” You are officially intrigued.

“Well, what did you think about what happened to the God of Thunder?” Clint asked you.

“Who’s the God of Thunder?” You frowned at him.

“You probably know him only by Thor, but that’s what he is known as around here.” Clint explained.

And you nodded. “Yeah he fell out of a window.”

“Well that’s one way to put it.” Clint suggested. “Another way is to say he was thrown out. And another way to put it is that he was thrown out by Bucky and even another way is to say he was thrown out by Bucky because of you.”

“Is that a fact?” You ask him.

“No, no. That’s just what I heard.” Clint held his hands up.

“And where did you hear that?” This rumour was now starting to amuse you.

“They.” Clint said simply and you nodded.

“‘They’ talk a lot don’t they?”

“They certainly do.” Clint nodded and looked at you.

“What else did ‘they’ say?” You asked.

“Well...” he trailed off his sentence.

“Did it involve the ‘f word’.” You arched a brow and smirked.

“No, they just said he had given you a foot massage.” These words confused you even more.

“You heard that Bucky threw Thor God of Thunder out of a window for giving me a foot massage?” You recounted in your brain.

“Yeah.” Clint nodded, amused.

“And you believe that?”

“Well the time I was told, it seemed reasonable.” He shrugged.

“You thought that Bucky throwing Thor our of a window for massaging my feet seemed reasonable?” You asked incredulously. What the hell do these guys talk about?

“No, it seemed excessive but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.” He lifted a finger. “I understand that Bucky is very protective of you.”

“A man being protective of his wife is one thing, what you’re saying,” You pointed to him. “Is a whole other thing.”

Clint nodded and you looked to the women. “Do you all believe this?”

They all shook their heads. “Nope, that’s just what has been heard.” Pepper confirmed that is was a spread rumour.

You hummed in response, you didn’t realise gangsters gossiped as much as they did.

“But did it happen?” Clint asked

“The only thing Thor ever touched of mine was my hand when he shook it.” You confirmed to him. “At my wedding.”

“Really?” Clint asked.

“When you little scamps get together you’re worse than a sewing circle.” You huffed at his question.

You picked up your drink and downed the rest of it. You couldn’t believe that I’m not even 24 hours rumours were already forming about the incident with Thor. You actually didn’t believe Bucky did it, but you weren’t going to tell him that.

A hand snakes around your waist and squeezed at your side. You smiled as you felt his body against your back and his lips on your neck.

“What are you birds talking about?” Tony asked, putting his hands on Pepper’s hips.

“Oh, just gossiping.” Natasha smirked as she pinched Clint’s forearm.

You turned your head to look at Bucky, seeing his beautiful blue eyes.

“You enjoying yourself?” He asked in a low voice.

“The time of my life.” You said sarcastically, pecking his lips.

Steve and his wife Peggy emerged with the crowd. Steve saw you and gave you a nod. He had been a lot more civil with you lately and as much as you still resented him, you stayed civil as well. Peggy was a beautiful lady who was always nice to you.

She smiled brightly at you.

“Hey.” You said to her giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Hi darling.” She said back.

“We are actually about to head off.” Steve announces. “Gotta get home to those kids.”

“Yeah we should be going too.” T’Challa said as he stood behind Okoye. “Don’t want Shuri taking advantage of her time alone too much.”

“Bummers.” Tony stuck his tongue out. “We are going to head in there.” He pointed to the club.

Natasha clapped her hands. “Yes!” Her and Clint cheered.

Bucky kisses your hair. “So are we.”

“Alright you guys have fun.”

You waved them off as you made your way into the club.

The whole atmosphere had changed. The place was dark with purple, pink and blue colours replacing the natural colours. The music made the floor bounce and you can feel the heat of everyone inside.

“Hey,” Wanda called to and Bucky. “I have a room reserved!”

Bucky was intrigued. “I think you have interested her.” He whispered in your ear as you following the woman.

“Is that a bad thing?” You asked, looking up at him.

His eyes are changing colours with the lights. But you have see they are full of lust. “Absolutely not.” He says in a low voice. Because he knows Wanda, and he knows you.

You smirk at him. You knew that he knew.

You followed Wanda through a set of curtains which led you down a hallway that held many different curtain doors. She pulled aside a curtain and offered you and Bucky to head on in. You could still hear the music but it wasn’t so loud.

Inside the room and man was seated on the couch that wrapped around the entire room and surrounded a table.

“Vision!” Bucky greeted the man. They embraced as you shuffled into the little room. Wanda followed and took a seat right next to you.

“Jeez, it’s been so long.” Bucky patted him on the back and sat on the other side of you.

“Too long, my friend.” His British accent flowed through the room. “You must be his beautiful wife, June.”

“Very beautiful.” Wanda added.

You turned to find her gazing at your chest. Her eyes shuffled up to your face to look at your hooded eyes. Bucky and Vision continued to quietly interact.

“See something you like?” You asked her, your voice low and your lips pursed.

“Everything on you, I like. I can only imagine how it must feel to touch.” Wanda said, placing her hand on your exposed thigh and rubbing gently.

You placed your hand on Bucky’s thigh, catching his attention.

“Fuck.” Bucky mumbled under his breath. Vision smirked at you and his woman.

“You do this often?” You arched your brow at her.

She smirks. “Only to those who are absolutely captivating.”

“And your man doesn’t mind?” You ask.

She shook her head. “He knows I don’t believe in monogamy. I’m attracted to too many people at a time. And right now,” she leaned in closer. “I really attracted to you.”

Wanda’s heated gaze made your core tingle. Never had you met a woman who radiated so much sexuality. It was rolling off her in think waves and pulling you to her. You kept you hand on Bucky’s thigh as you and Wanda closed the gap between you two, lips touching in a soft kiss.

You felt Bucky shift under your touch, you squeezed his leg before taking it off and bringing your hand to rest on the base of Wanda’s throat. The kiss became deeper and her tongue poked into your mouth. You moan as you let her in, your body growing hot.

Bucky and Vision moves away from you two to watch, drinks and cigarettes in hand, enjoying the two women they love kiss.

Wanda’s body shifted so she was completely facing you and her hand gripped your thigh. You slowly hooked your hands under her arms and pulled her closer, feeling her breasts press against yours through your dresses.

Wanda moaned in your mouth and pulled your leg over hers, pulling you on top of her.

You straddle her and lean back to unzip your dress, maintaining heavy eye contact with her the entire time. Wanda watched you as she pulled the straps of her dress over her arms. You pulled your arms out of the sleeves and shoved them down your chest, freeing your breasts that were clad in your black lace bra. Wanda sat up quickly and latched her lips to you breasts, massaging them in her palms.

You leaned your head back and moaned at the feeling. Your thighs tightened around her waist to stay in place as she ravished your chest. From the corner of your eye you could see Bucky adjusting himself in his pants as he watched you. You smirked to yourself knowing he and Vision were enjoying watching the two of you. You looked down at Wanda and lift her face from your breasts to your lips. You kissed your feverishly and pushed her back against the couch.

You kissed across her cheek and down her neck, letting your lips touch her hot skin. You trailed down her chest to where her dress was and pulled it down. You sucked at the skin on her full, bare breasts as you freed them from the fabric of the dress. You heard Wanda’s sweet moan as you took her nipple in your mouth, swirling your tongues around her hardening bud. She arched her back into you and you looked up at her. Her skin was coloured by the atmosphere of the club room, pink, blue and purple dancing around you all.

You left her nipple and pulled her dress further down, your lips following until you reached just above her cunt.

You could smell her wetness and it made you hot. You pulled her dress completely off her body and ran your hands back up her thighs.

Wanda was looking down at you with lustful eyes. Panting from the heat, she opened her thighs to you, welcoming your touch.

You traced your fingers on the inside of her thighs and brushed over her core. You trailed little kisses to her centre before your lips placed a gentle kiss on her clit. Wanda gasped at the feather light touch and lifted her hips to you. You gripped her hips before allowing your tongue to diving into her core, feeling her wetness surround your tongue with its sweetness.

Wanda moaned at finally feeling your tongue on her. Her hips made gentle thrusts to your mouth as your tongue explored her entrances and lapped over her clit in the most delicious way. Your nose was pressed against her skin, breathing in her scent as you feasted on her cunt.

Wanda cried out and your tongue made a hard flick over her clit, sending a strong wave of sharp pleasure through her body.

“Oh, June.” Wanda sighed in pleasure. Her fingers find their way into your hair and caress at your scalp.

Wanda closes her eyes as you flick your tongue over her clit more. She gasps and moans as more pleasure washes through her.

“Yes, Junie. Yes!” She cries out. Her hips start to thrust into your mouth faster as your tongue circles her nerves which are quickly growing more sensitive.

Your hands went under her thighs and pulled her to you more. Her legs were locked in your arms as your mouth devoured her pussy and pleasure poured through her.

Wanda writhes under you and cries out as she fast approaches her orgasm.

You wrap your lips around her clit and suck hard. Your tongue flicks over her clit as you suck.

Crying out loudly, her thighs tremble in your arms. Her orgasm crashed through her as she pushes your mouth to her cunt. Riding out her orgasm she pants you name out and she grinds her cunt in your mouth.

When you finally come up, she is already trying to pull you back on her. You smirk at her grabby hands and push down your dress. You take it off and then unclip your bra, throwing it at Bucky who gladly catches it and sips his drink.

He watched as you climb back onto Wanda in your beautiful naked self. He was absolutely loving watching you bring pleasure to Wanda, because he knows the amount of pleasure you can bring to someone. He was proud to see you enjoying yourself as well.

You lift one of Wanda’s legs and lower yourself on her, wrapping the leg around you and straddling her. Her hands went straight to your hips that pulled you up to her lap, making your cunt slide against hers. You moaned loudly, feeling her wetness from her arousal and come and her throbbing pussy against yours.

Bucky groaned at the sight, feeling his cock now rock hard in his pants. Vision starts to palm himself through his pants, watching you scissor his girl.

“Fuuuck.” You drew out your word as you and Wanda grind your hips together. “Fuck, Wanda you’re so good.” You moaned to her.

Wanda’s hair was sticking to her forehead as she started to pant.

“Oh, baby.” Wanda moans back. “Your pussy feels so good.”

You moaned at her words and you thrust your hips faster. Your pussy is so wet it’s sliding against Wanda’s and spreading to the inside of your thighs. You lift her leg up to your shoulder so you can fully feel her. The feel of her brings your mind into a haze as the pleasure grows in your core and up your stomach.

“Oh my god,” You pant, moving your hips faster, chasing your orgasm. “I’m gonna come.”

Wanda’s hand latched onto your tit and pinch at your nipple. “Come in my pussy, June.” Her voice was husky. “Come all over my fucking cunt, baby.”

“Oh yes!” You scream.

You could feel Bucky’s lustful watch on you, making you hot under his gaze.

Your clit rubs harshly against hers and your legs tremble at the feeling of your orgasm right there. Wanda thrusts up into your pussy, making you come.

Your voice stutters and you feel your pussy release and you come all over Wanda. Wanda moans as she comes, feeling your pussy pulse and watching you throw your head back and moan for her. You legs shaking and your chest panting. Wanda sits up and pulls your head into a kiss, helping you through your high.

Your hips slow down and they jerk when you nudge your clit with hers, sensitive.

Wanda breaks the kiss and you rest your forehead against hers, catching your breath.

“You’re so good.” She whispers to you, making you giggle.

Wanda falls back against the couch and you roll off her, laying next to Bucky who caresses your body.

“That was so fucking hot.” Bucky says into your ear.

“It felt so fucking good.” You said to him, your voice low. Your arousal was starting to grow against as Bucky looked into your eyes.

You trailed your hand up His thigh to his dick, feeling how hard it was through his pants.

Wanda has shuffled her way up to Vision, leaning against him, panting and palming him through his pants.

Bucky brings your face into his hands and pulls your face to his, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. He moved his body to fit with your legs around his hips. You could feel him through his pants against your raw pussy. He trailed his lips down down your flustered and raw body and lifted your thighs over his shoulders. He peppered kisses across your soft thighs and caressed your hips.

You closed your eyes and ran your fingers through his hair. You loved feeling him between your thighs. He was always gentle and brought You release every single time.

His tongue lapped at your folds that were still soaked in yours and Wanda’s come. He hummed into your pussy at the taste. You mixed with another woman drove him crazy.

He pushed his tongue through your folds and pressed his entire mouth to your pussy, causing you to moan loudly.

“God, Buck.” You gasped.

He was taking extra care of your sensitive clit, swirling his tongue around it. He reached up with his thumb and pulled back the hood of your clit, placing his tongue directly onto your clit and licking a harsh stripe up. It made your body jerk up all of a sudden. He did it again with a smirk on his face, causing you to whack his hand. He knew it was too much for you to lick directly on your exposed nerves.

He let go of the hood and kissed your sweet clit before gently prying at your entrance with his finger.

You leaned back and arched your back as he inserted his finger and rubbed along your top wall, looking for your g-spot.

You opened your eyes with your head thrown back to see Vision had his hand on Wanda’s pussy, rubbing in circles and Wanda had pulled him out of his pants and was stroking his cock, both of them watching you two.

You looked down to see his blue eyes looking up at you, his mouth at your clit and his fingers thrusting into your cunt at and easy pace.

“Holy shit.” You gasped and grew your head back again as he hit your g-spot.

He added another finger and his the same spot again, this time curling his fingers to rub your spot. His tongue quickened with your breath.

You felt the pleasure building quickly in your stomach before snapping. Your walls clenched as you gushed around his fingers and you fisted his hair.

You let out a drawn out moan as you gives soft kitten licks to your clit.

You panted as he placed a soft kiss to your pussy before climbing back up your body again. You looked into his eyes and smiled, pulling him down to give him a firm kiss.

“You two are so hot.” Wanda said, pulling you out of your moment and making you giggle.

It had been a relaxing few months, settling into your new house and making it your own.

Bucky was currently seated on the living room couch watching the TV with Chief, your new three legged Rottweiler dog, laying at his feet. You smiled so happily at the scene that your cheeks were hurting.

Bucky turned his head to see you standing there, smiling like an idiot at them.

“What have you done?” Bucky asked with a raised brow.

“What ever do you mean?” You started to sway your way over to him.

“I’m not sure yet but your face says that there’s something you’re not telling me.” Bucky said. You rounded the couch and perched yourself in his lap. Chief lifted his head and his tail started to wag.

“Well you’re not wrong.” You admitted.

Bucky smiled at you and smooched your cheek. “What’s up?”

Instead of answering him, you offered his your closed hand that was holding what seemed to be a stick.

Bucky frowned and took the stick from your hand. He observed it to see it was a pregnancy test, and the little screen said ‘Positive’. He whipped his head to look up at you quick with wide eyes. You smiled brightly down at him and nodded your head.

Before you could register anything, Bucky had tackled your face with kisses and you fell backwards onto the couch with a loud laugh.

“Oh my god.” Bucky said cheerfully.

Chief got excited at the movement and jumped up to see his family happily kissing and laughing on the couch. He nudged at Bucky’s arm, which circled around him and pulled him closer in for a kiss as well, shocking the dog and making you giggle.

“We are gonna have a baby.” He said with a sigh and a smile.

“We’re gonna have a baby.” You confirmed, matching his smile. Chief whined next to you and you laughed, scratching his ears.

The three of you were very thankful to be surrounded by the people who enable each other to carry on.

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Here we are here we are! Halloween special!! Firs of all, an immense thank you to @estellea who has been my beta-reader and whose support, advices and suggestions made this all possible! I mean, in general without her support I would have given up like months ago and more or less half of what I write and draw is basically out thanks to her constant support even when I’m horrendously down to the point that everyone would just be disgusted. She’s more a sister than a friend and really I’d never be thankful enough for everything she did and still does. Now let’s post it, I’m getting emotional-

You can read it also on AO3!

Of course, feedbacks are always appreciated 💖

The Secret Life of Vampire in Neapolis’ Suburbs

There was one thing that Abbacchio detested more than Giorno and sunlight. Abbacchio hated with all his heart when things changed, especially when they changed for the bad. And that change was really, really bad.

As every evening, Fugo came to wake him up, after checking if the sun was already disappeared. He had always been the first one to wake up, since that crazy month when Giorno, damn half-vampire Giorno, had vampirized them all. Well, almost everyone; Mista managed to come out alive and without the two small dots on his neck which all the others had. And he managed to because he was already a night creature, a werewolf, to be precise. He was now living a chill life with his pack, but he still came to see them every day; they were his best friends, after all!

After knocking at Abbacchio’s bedroom door, Fugo went to check if Narancia was already awake, jumping with a screech when the boy hopped from the side, howling sharply like a banshee. Narancia’s loud laughters echoed in the old house, while Fugo was grasping at the ceiling as his life -or, better, non-life- depended by it. As soon as Fugo recollected himself, he jumped back on the floor, roaring and running behind Narancia, who was already running and flying at very fast speed, still laughing. Bruno just sighed, when the two flashed in front of him, and went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Breakfast was a quick affair, now that they all could eat just one type of food, but this didn’t mean that it should have been always the same boring thing. There were original ways to prepare blood-based dishes, you know. By now, Bruno was specialized in preparing blood gelee, blood puddings, blood marmalade… he had found out to be very creative, in the kitchen. A good thing, as he was stuck with a group of teenagers difficult to satisfy.

He sighed, when Abbacchio’s roaring scoldings joined Narancia’s loud laughs and Fugo’s screams. The same thing, every single evening…

“You all, drop the crap and come to have breakfast, immediately!” his voice, unnaturally loud, boomed in the house -one the benefits from being a vampire, he supposed- and, in few seconds, Narancia and Fugo flew down, in their bat shape, still bickering and crying. Bruno sighed again, while Abbacchio, livid as always, and Giorno, still with his curlers on, came down as well.

“Narancia, Fugo, just human shape when we’re having meals.” Bruno reminded and, with a pop, the two transformed back to their original form, Fugo still grumbling and Narancia still chuckling. Bruno frowned, however, noticing that one of the seats was empty.

“Where’s Trish?” he asked, looking around. Everyone lifted their heads, sniffing at the air, but there wasn’t any trace of Trish, even of her smell. They all, immediately, grew worried: she hadn’t been out during daytime, had she?!

“Narancia, Fugo, you check the north area; Giorno, go at Mista’s and search in the east and south area with him and his pack; Abbacchio, we’ll check the ovest area. Let’s go!” with a loud poof, they all changed their shape and with a vigorous flap of wings, five big bats flew outside, searching for the lost member of their clan.

After hours of researches, they found nothing. Trish was nowhere to be found; even Mista and his buddies didn’t find any trace of her. Wasn’t she…? No, it couldn’t be. Trish loved to live, even if it was a peculiar life. Right…?

Just when sunrise was approaching the group headed home, defeated. Where was she…?

“Ah, finally you’re here! Where the hell have you been?! And what about your phones? C’mon guys, I get you’re gangsters and yadda yadda, but you’re modern gangsters!” Trish’s limpid voice reached their ears the right moment they entered in the house and the boys flew -literally- to her, scaring the hell out of her.

“What the-”

“Trish! Trish, you’re fine! Thank goodness, we thought you were dust, by now!” Narancia hugged her tightly, sniffling, to Trish’s utter surprise. What…?

“Guys, are you alright? Are you drunk? Why should I have turned into dust? And what the hell is wrong with this house, there’s so much chaos! Didn’t we have a housekeeper? Where is she?” she fired a bunch of questions, putting her fists on her hips, imposing. Everyone looked at each other, before looking back at her.

“Well, we had a housekeeper, if you remember, until someone decided that she was a good snack.” everyone eyed at Narancia, who just scoffed. “And since then, we never had one. You know… to avoid unwanted attentions.” Fugo explained, crossing his arms. Trish was as pale as a ghost and, at the same time, completely taken aback. Again, what?

“A snack?” she hoped to have heard or interpreted in the wrong way. Since when Narancia was a cannibal? And still, what about that dust thing?

“Yeah, He sucked her dry, poor Concetta.” Giorno sighed, closing his eyes. Trish’s empty gaze said everything about how much she was understanding about that situation. Now, that was weird. Why was Trish acting so weirdly? It almost seemed like she didn’t even remember that she was a vampire!

“Anyway, Trish, why are you asking? I mean, you know it. It happened little after, uh, Christmas 2004.” Narancia observer, shrugging. At Trish’s astonished silence, the group began to grow really worried. What was wrong with her?

“Trish… Trish, dear, do you remember it, right? About our housekeeper, about Mista’s pack, the explosive 2010 new year’s Eve, when Giorno woke up, at the end of 2001, and bit us all turning us into vampires?” Bruno asked, softly. Trish took a seat and that was her only answer.

“But how could it happen?” Abbacchio pondered, swirling a burgundy red liquid in a crystal glass. Fugo sighed, taking a sip from his own mug -a customized cup with “Edward Cullen’s a bottom” printed on-, pensive.

“Insolation.” he declared, claiming everyone’s attention. Giorno frowned, perplexed, and, so, Fugo proceeded to explain.

“Giorno, you’re just half-vampire, so you don’t count. We all know that sun can kill us, right? But yesterday it wasn’t sunny. It was cloudy. What if the daylight was enough to damage her, to, like, provoke an amnesia, but not enough to kill her? This would explain why she doesn’t remember anything about being a vampire but why she still knows where we live.” he gulped down the blood in his mug like a shot of coffee, sighing.

“We have to remind her about the whole vampire thing. We have to show her how we usually live and just hope it unlocks her memories.” he concluded, with a nod. Bruno passed a hand through his hair, leaning on the back of the seat.

“This is going to be a mess.” he muttered, already tired.

And, oh, he was right.

Trish had troubles to believe to the whole “we’re vampires and we’re in 2019!” story. First of all, weren’t vampires killed by sun, garlic, ash sticks and crosses? How could vampires live in Italy, that was full of all of them? Hell, Neapolis was the city of the sun, there were crosses and churches everywhere and don’t make her start with garlic!

“It’s actually pretty inaccurate. A vampire would die of garlic just if they’re already allergic to it, but it’s the same as peanuts or strawberries; crosses don’t hurt us, it was a bullshit invented to fight the fear; same as ash sticks. Our heart is already dead, stabbing it wouldn’t damage us at all. See.” Giorno explained, turning to his right side, the right moment when Narancia, launching himself from upstairs, screaming a loud “Leroyyyyyy Jenkiiiiinssss!” with an ash stick in his hand, landed on Abbacchio, playfully stabbing him in his heart. Before Trish could scream in horror, however, Abbacchio turned to the boy still on his back, completely ignoring the stick in his chest.

“It’s the third fucking coat you ruin, brat!” he roared, trying to shrug him off his back, while Narancia was laughing loudly.

“The Wednesday Ambush.” Giorno murmured, quietly watching Narancia transforming into a bat and flying away, immediately followed by a bigger and angry bat. On the floor, just a small puddle of blood and the stick signaled that something had happened.

“Why?” Trish exhaled, perplexed. Giorno shrugged, going to pick a cloth and bleach.

“‘Cause that’s how our life is. There’s not so much to do at night, even if we’re still in Passione, somehow. After years we came to a sort of routine.” the young man explained, while washing the blood away.

“Even social networks become boring, after a while.” Fugo added, while walking from the kitchen to the living room with a glittered mug filled with blood in his hands. The sight, the smell of it, were enough to make Trish’s throat hoarse and arid, as blood was the only thing that could alleviate that dryness. Giorno’s sharp eyes noticed how Trish cupped, for a second, her throat, and, after putting away the stained cloth and the bleach, he invited Trish to follow him to the living room, where Fugo was browsing on his phone while sipping his warm blood.

“Mind if we join you, Fugo?” Giorno asked, polite. Fugo too immediately noticed how Trish was acting and nodded, making place for them on the sofa.

“I swear, if Bruno sends another video of kittens in the group chat I’m going to screech.” Fugo grumbled, deleting the umpteenth video of kittens. Giorno huffed a small laugh, eyeing how Trish was staring at the cup.

“You would screech anyway.” he said, taking the cup from Fugo’s hand and taking a sip, before putting it back. Fugo hummed a “Fair point”, scrolling down the chat, before turning to Trish.

“Do you want a sip?” he offered her the cup, with a small smile. Trish gulped, feeling her throat pulsing. She wanted it…

“But… how do you drink it? You just… swallow it down?” the boys brightened at her question. She was finally getting accustomed again!

“Not exactly. You have to pull your fangs out.” Fugo started, showing her how to do it. He curled back his upper lip and, by doing so, his canines elongated to the point to be good fangs. Trish stared at it, shocked. Woah…

“And then you drink like this.” Fugo proceeded to show her how to drink and Trish could see that, even if it seemed that he was drinking normally, he was, in fact, sucking the blood through his fangs.

“All clear? Do you want to try?”he offered her his cup, that Trish took a bit hesitantly. This was so absurd…

However, when she bared her teeth like Fugo did, she felt her fangs emerging and she immediately sank them in the cup, sloppily sucking the blood up, feeling an immediate relief. Sweet nice…

Fugo and Giorno looked at her drinking, feeling relief washing over them. She was acting right…

Their Trish was coming back!

“Uh? Are we going out tonight? Where?” Trish crunched her bloody lollipop, making Bruno smile. She had always loved to crunch it… it was funny, she always said. And, also, it was the proof that her memories were, slowly but steadily, coming back.

“Yes. We’re going to meet with Mista in front of Castel dell’Ovo.” he confirmed, fixing the pins on the top of his head. His and the others’ style hadn’t changed much from those wild first months of 2001; it was a bit excessive, at the time, but now? Now they would have been the stars of the Milan Fashion Week.

“Sounds fun.” Trish threw the stick, perfectly aiming at the trash bin at the other side of the room, exulting, with Narancia, Fugo and Giorno, when she centered it. Bruno huffed a laugh, hearing Abbacchio’s muttered “Brats”; even if Leone always acted as a grumpy and gloomy old man, Bruno knew that he was really fond of the boys. He was just like this! And it also suited pretty well his vampire nature.

“Alright, kids, let’s go.” Abbacchio exhorted, getting up and putting on his dark coat stuffed and decorated with synthetic fur. Trish couldn’t help but to hide a grin, while putting on her own coat, black with pink decorations; Abbacchio was really suited to be a fashion vampire.

Trish never had so much fun, or, at least, for what she remembered. The sidewalk was a perfect catwalk and, oh, they were so at ease on it. By now, they had learned to ignore people’s gazes on them, on their clothes, flawless style; having so much time meant to have the chance to refine things like style even to the smallest detail and it showed. Noticing that Trish wasn’t really at ease, however, they squared protectively around her, chatting with her to distract her. It was way better…

“Ah, here you are! I was starting to worry, y’annow!” Mista exclaimed, exiting from a bakery with a small package in his hands. Trish couldn’t help but to smile: Mista too was always the same, always wearing that ridiculous bean hat and with his belly exposed even in the middle of the winter. Maybe his werewolf nature helped him to be always warm?

“Trish, dear!! It’s such a relief to see you!” he went straight to hug her, making her wheeze. Just Mista could make a creature who didn’t need to breath wheeze! She laughed a little, patting his back, content, huffing when he released her.

“So, Mista? Plans for the night?” Mista chuckled, showing the small bag he was holding. Trish sniffed something sweet, maybe whipped cream? And strawberries too…

“I have to feed the puppies, I’m in charge tonight. I’m about to throw a little party at my house, y’all are invited! C’mon!” he exhorted, gesturing to follow him, walking backside for a little, before turning to the right direction and taking Giorno under his arm, grinning. Giorno let him do what he wanted, rolling his eyes, but with a smile. He was his best friend, after all!

It didn’t take long to come to Mista’s house. The inside was dimly lighted by few appliques and Trish immediately sniffed a strong fur scent. That was the unmistakable house of a werecreature.

“Yo, Formaggio! Guess what I got?” Mista called, taking off his bean hat, freeing his unruly brown curls. Trish had always wondered how could so many curls stay hidden inside such a hat.

“What, blood-suckers?” the assassin appeared from the living room, waving at the group. Trish immediately tensed, ready to fight; why was a member of the Squadra Esecuzioni at Mista’s house?! And why no one was worried about it?!

Mista, noticing her worry and discomfort, smiled, reassuring.

“Trish, relax. He’s my cousin! More or less. We’re like… third grade cousins from mom’s side, yeah, Formaggio? Oh, also, I’ve got cake!” he laughed at Formaggio’s “Wohoo!” and passed him the cake. “Anyway, my family is big. I’m related to half Naples, in a way or another! And Formaggio happened to inherit the weregenes too, but he’s a werecat, not a werewolf. It’s the same as being werewolf, but, instead of howling to the moon, he spits fur balls.” Mista headed to the living room, where Formaggio was unwrapping a beautiful strawberry and whipped cream cake, Mista’s favourite. Trish looked around, curious, seeing that the whole room was decorated as for a party. There were balloons, garlands, food and blood for them… he really was about to throw a party!

“Are they here?! Can we eat now?!” a pack of kids of various ages, from five to fourteen, ran into the room with a loud rumble, immediately going to Mista and Formaggio. The younger man huffed, immediately picking up the cake and lifting it above his head, out of the kids’ reach.

“Not everyone’s here, we still miss uncle, so keep down those dirty paws!” he replied, while the puppies immediately pouted at his words. Seeing the sheer magnitude of disbelief on Trish’s face, Formaggio hurried to explain that mess.

“Those are our little cousins from the countryside. It’s easier to host them here, so they can go to school here in Naples.” he said, putting in line the kids, from the tallest to the smallest.

“Michelangelo, Vittorina, Ciro, Domenico, Agata and Carlo. Puppies, say hello to the blood-suckers.” Formaggio grinned when the kids chanted obediently a “Good evening, blood-suckers”, making Mista and the whole vampiric clan roll their eyes in sync.

“Who’s the last guest, Mista?” Bruno asked, curious. He started to feel cold shivers running down his spine when he saw Mista’s grin.

It was the grin that anticipated troubles.

“Oh, someone you already know.” he said, right before the doll bell rang. Mista trotted to open the door, leaving the group full of doubts and of an unspoken dread that was transformed into reality when they heard the voice that boomed from the doorsteps.

“Mista, you invited the vampires too? What a pleasure! We hadn’t seen for years! Since 2010 New Year’s Eve, right? What a party!” A tall man made his entrance in the room, laughing when the puppies sprinted to go dangling from his arms and neck, chewing at everything they could reach. Trish observed with stupor the man, his medium-long blonde hair, his cowboy hat… no, well, his entire cowboy attire. He seemed popped straight up from a western.

“Uncle Hol, do you remember Trish? She lost her memory, so I was thinking that maybe we could throw a little party like that year, yeah? It’d help her!” Mista explained, lively, while the others’ faces dropped in a second. Oh, no, no, he couldn’t be serious…

“Mista, you want to replay the 2010 explosive New Year’s Eve? The Big Kaboom?” Fugo exhaled, shocked. Mista’s grin was the only answer they needed.

“Oh, you can bet it, Fugo.” by the others’ faces, Trish got that the Big Kaboom hadn’t been something so good. Maybe she should have been scared?

“If this time things go beyond control, I don’t want to get involved.” Bruno muttered, with a big breath, ready, more or less, to face the Big Kaboom 2.0.

If it would have been useful to help Trish to completely regain her memories, then let the house explode, he thought.

#jjba #post vento aureo #kinda #alternative vento aureo #vampire!gang #werewolf!mista #bruno's gang #halloween #halloween special #spooky season #spooky shenaningans #spooky special #original piece #not a request

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archiefm · 4 years

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... claws my way up from hell once more and vomits onto the dash.... hello. its nora. i used to write rory bergstrom, but if u were here before that u might remember me as greta or alma putnam or..... som1 else.... an endless carousel of trash children..... this is finn, who i actually wrote for an early version of this rp abt 5yrs back now...... grits teeth..... so forgive me if im rusty i havent written him in a long time but seein honey boy gave me a lotta finn muse n im keen to get Back On The Horse yeehaww...

DYLAN O’BRIEN / CIS-MALE — don’t look now, but is that finn o’callaghan i see? the 25 year old criminology and forensic studies student is in their graduate year of study year and he is a rochester alum. i hear they can be judicious, adroit, morose and cynical, so maybe keep that in mind. i bet he will make a name for themselves living off-campus. ( nora. 24. gmt. she/her )

shakes my tin can a humble pinterest, ma’am....

finn has a bio pasted at the bottom (n written in like.... 2015.... gross) but it’s long so if u don’t wanna read it here’s the sparknotes summary..... anyway this was written years ago n a lot of it seems really cliche and lame now but..... we accept the trash we think we deserve

grumpy, ugly sweater wearing, tech-savvy grandpa

very dry sense of humour and embraces nihilism.

if ron swanson and april ludgate had a baby it would be finn

he was raised in derry, just south of dublin.

from a big family. elder sister called sinead. he also has a younger sister (aoife), a younger brother (colm), and a collie named lassie because his father lovs cliches (finn hates cliches but loves his dog).

his father was a pub landlord and his mother worked at the market sellin fruit n veg when they met but got a job as a medical receptionist when she had kids cos it meant she cld be there with them in the day and work nights.

his parents met when they were p young and fiesty and rushed into marriage cos they were catholic n just wanted to have sex. his family were literally dirt-poor, but they had a lot of love i guess

hmmmmm his relationship w his father wasn’t the best cos i can’t write character who have healthy relationships w their parents throws up a peace sign. yh, had a pretty emotionally distant, alcoholic violent father n so gets a lot of his bad habits i.e. drinking as a coping mechanism and poor anger management from him BUT anyway

as a kid he was never very motivated in class, he always had a nervous itch to be off somewhere doing something else. struggled under government austerity bcso there just wasn’t the resources to support low income families where the kids had learning difficulties n needed support. fuck the tories am i right

his mum suggested he try sports to help w his restless energy but he was never any good at football so he took up boxing and tap dance instead. he took to tap dancing like a fish to fuckin water. as adhd n found this as a really good way to use his excess energy in a creative way

had a few run ins with the police in his early teens for spray painting and graffiti, but he straightened himself out n now actually considering becoming a detective inspector??? cops are pigs.

he had a youtube channel where he posted videos of him tapdancing and breakdancing as a kid, basically would be a tiktok boy nowadays, n had like... a small fanbase in his early teens. attended several open auditions unsuccessfully, until he was finally cast in billy eliot when he was fifteen.

during billy eliot he began dating an italian dancer called nina. they became dance partners soon after and toured across the republic with various different shows (inc riverdance lol the classic irish stereotype). their relationship was p toxic tbh, they were both very hot tempered people and just used to argue and fight all the time.

he went semi-pro at tap dancing, and nina couldn’t stand being second best so she moved back to italy with her family. ignored his texts, phone calls, etc, eventually he was driven to the point where he used his savings to buy a plane ticket, showed up at her house and she was like wtf?? freaked out and filed a restraining order accusing him of stalking.

he was fined for harassment and then returned home to derry, but after the incident with nina he quit dancing for good and finished his leaving cert before heading to university in the US to get as far away from nina and his past life as poss. and basically since he quit dancing to study forensics (death kink. finn cant get enough of that morgue. just walks around sayin beat u) he’s become a massive grump and jsut doesn’t see the good in people any more.

u’ll find finn in an old man bar drinking whiskey bc he is in fact an old man at heart or sat on his roof smoking a joint, drawing wolves and lions and skeletons and shit, playing call of duty or getting blazed or at the corner of the room in a house party ignoring everyone and scrolling through twitter. is a massive e-boy. always up-to-date on memes and internet slang. has reddit as an app on his phone

not very good at communication. rather than solve his issues by talking, he’d prefer to just solve them through fighting or running away from his problems hence why he has come halfway across the world to get away from an issue which probs cld have been solved w a few apology emails.

takes a lot to phase him, but when his beserk button gets pressed he can become a bit pugnacious like an angry lil rottweiler. in his undergrad he was in a few fist fights but doesn’t really do tht any more as he doesn’t condone violence.

in the previous version of this rp he was hospitalised like 5 times. pls, give my son a break. stop tryin to kill him. he literaly got a bottle smashed over his head and bled out all over his favourite angora rug that was the only light of his life

works at the campus coffee shop n always whines about how he’s a slave to capitalism. always smells of coffee

lives off campus with an elderly woman named Marianne, and basically gets reduced rent bcos he makes her dinner / keeps her company. they have a great bond

fan of karl marx. v big on socialism

insomniac with chronic nosebleeds

cynical about everything. too much of a fight club character 4 his own good n has his head up tyler durden’s sphincter

always confused or annoyed

statistics

basic information

full name: finnegan seamus o'callaghan nickname(s): finn age: 25 astrological sign: aries hometown: derry, ireland occupation: phd student / former street entertainer fatal flaw: cynicism positives: self-reliant, street smart, relaxed, intelligent, spontaneous, brave, independent, reliable, trustworthy, loyal. negatives: hostile, impulsive, stubborn, brooding, pugnacious, untrusting, cynical, enigmatic, reserved.

physical

colouring: medium hair colour: dark brown, almost black eye colour: brown height: 5’9” weight: 69kg build: tall, athletic voice: subtle irish accent, low, smooth. dominant hand: left scar(s): one on the left side of his ribs from a knife wound that he doesn’t remember getting cos he was drunk distinguishing marks: freckles, tattoo of a wolf howling at a moon allergies: pollen and the full spectrum of human emotion alcohol tolerance: high drunken behaviour: he becomes friendlier, far more conversational than when sober, flirtier, and generally more self-confident.

psychological

dreams/goals: self-fulfilment, travel the globe, experience life in its most alive and technicoloured version, make documentary films, help the vulnerable in society, grow as a human being.

skills: jack-of-all-trades, very fast runner, good at thieving things, talented tap dancer, good in crisis situations, dab-hand at mechanics, musically-intelligent, can throw a mean right hook and very capable of defending himself, can roll a cigarette, memorises quotes and passages of literature with ease, can light a match with his teeth.

likes: the smell of the earth after rain, poetry, cigarettes, shakespeare, whiskey, tattoos, travelling, ac/dc, deep conversations, leather jackets, open spaces, the smell of petrol, early noughties ‘emo phase’ anthems.

dislikes: the government, parties, rules, donald trump, children, apple products, weddings, people in general, small talk, dependency, loneliness, pop music, public transport, justin timberlake, uncertainty.fears: fear itself, drowning alignment: true neutral mbti: istp – “while their mechanical tendencies can make them appear simple at a glance, istps are actually quite enigmatic. friendly but very private, calm but suddenly spontaneous, extremely curious but unable to stay focused on formal studies, istp personalities can be a challenge to predict, even by their friends and loved ones. istps can seem very loyal and steady for a while, but they tend to build up a store of impulsive energy that explodes without warning, taking their interests in bold new directions.” (via 16personalities.com)

full bio (lame as fuck written years ago..... pleathe...)

tw homophobia

born in quigley’s pub on the backstreets of sunny dublin, young finnegan o'callaghan was thrown kicking and screaming into the rowdy suburbs of irish drinking culture. the son of a landlord and a fishwife, he never had much in the way of earnings, but there was never a dull moment in his lively estate, where asbo’s thrived, but community spirit conquered. at school, finn was pegged as lazy and unmotivated, though truly his dyslexia made it hard for the boy to learn in the same environment of his peers and only made him more closed-off in class. struggling with anger management, finn moved from school to school, unable to fit the cookie-cutter mould that school enforced on him, though whilst academic studies were of little interest to the boy, he soon found his true passions lay in recreational activities. immersed into the joys of sport from as young as four, finn was an ardent munster fan and anticipated nothing more than the day he could finally fit into his brother’s old pair of rugby boots.

his calling finally came unexpectedly, not in the form of rugger, but through dance. to learn to express himself in a non-academic way, he began tap dancing, finding therapy in the beat of his soles against the cracked kitchen tiles (much to his mother’s disgrace). it wasn’t a conscious choice, finn just realised one day that dance was something that made him feel. a king of the streets, finn made his fortune on those cobbled pavements – dancing and drawing to earn his keep. by default, finn became a street artist, each penny he earned from his chalk drawings saved in a jam jar towards buying his first pair of tap shoes. though many of his less-than-amiable neighbours called him a nancy and a gaybo, finn refused to quit at his somewhat ‘unconventional’ hobby, for the young scrapper found energy, life, and released anger through the rhythm of tap. soon he branched out into street dance, hip hop, break dancing, lyrical, his days spent smacking his scuffed feet against the broken patio into the night.

when he was thirteen he took up boxing, and as expected, his newfound ‘macho’ pastime conflicted with his dancing. the boxers called him ‘soft’; the dancers called him ‘inelegant’. he felt like two different people; having to choose between interests was like being handed a knife and asked to which half of himself he wished to cut away. he couldn’t afford professional training in dance, with most schools based in england and limited scholarships available. instead, he made the street his studio, racking up a small fanbase on youtube. when he was fifteen he made his debut in billy eliot at the olympia theatre in dublin. enter nina de souza, talented, beautiful and italian; ballet dancer, operatic singer, genius whiz kid, and spoiled brat. she was selfish, conceited, hell bent on getting her own way, and every director’s nightmare. finn fell for her like a house of cards. he’d always had a soft spot for girls who meant trouble. and so their hellish courtship began.

by the time they were seventeen, the two young swans had danced in every playhouse across the republic. they were known in theatres across the country for their tempestuous personalities, their raging arguments with one another, their tendency to drop out of shows altogether without any notice, yet the money kept rolling in and the audiences continued to grow. for three years, their families continued to put up with their hysterical fights followed by passionate reconciliations. he was too possessive, and she was too wild. their carcrash of a relationship finally came to a catastrophic halt when nina broke off the whole affair and returned to italy with her family. for months finn tried to contact her, yet his phone calls, texts, facebook messages were always ignored, until finally he was driven to drastic measures and used his savings to get a plane to her home town. when finn turned up uninvited at nina’s house she freaked out – and rightly so – she contacted her agent, accused him of stalking her, and had a restraining order placed against him. finn was arrested, held in a station overnight, and charged with harassment before he was allowed to return to dublin.

after the incident with nina, finn lost the fight in his eyes. he became far more hostile, far less likely to retaliate with his own fists, and picked fights not for the thrill of feeling his own fists pummel another into a wall, but for the sensation of his own brittle bones cracking. he dropped his tap shoes in a dumpster, stopped talking to his friends, followed his father’s advice and went back to school to complete his leaving certificate. a few short months later, and finn was packing his bags, saying his bittersweet goodbyes, and travelling half-way across the globe to be as far away as possible from his past self, his mess of a life, and most of all nina. it seemed somehow ironic that the boy who had been cautioned by the garda so much during his youth for spray painting, busking without a liscence, and raucous parties would become the grumpy, aloof overseas student studying a degree in criminology; that his once reckless spirit could be crushed so easily.

of all things that finn could be called, straightforward would never be one of them. ever since his first days in atticus, the boy was pegged as hostile, hot-headed, cynical, rude. he seemed to spend more time in his thoughts than engaging in conversation. like a ticking time-bomb, finn’s anger was of the calm kind, liable to explode without a moment’s noticed. his unpredictable personality make him something of an enigma to those who aren’t amiable with the lad, though hostile as he may appear, he harvests a good heart. loyalty lies at the centre of his affections, and whilst his friends are few in number, he makes a lifelong partner. somewhere within finn, there’s still some fight left, but mostly he has recognised that his hedonistic lifestyle did little to leave him fulfilled – mostly, it just emptied him out – and over his three years at university has resigned himself to a nihilistic predicament.

if u wanna plot with me pls pls pls im me or like this post!! i am always game for plots i love em so excited to write with you all here r some ideas

study buddies. finn is now a phd student so has to start takin shit seriously. he gon be in the library every day doing that independent study. if he had ppl who were also regular library goers n they get each other coffees to save time.... tht wld be sweet

ppl who love techno dj sets and going super hard on the weekends!!! fuck yea

friends with benefits. exes on bad terms. ppl he tried to date but couldnt because he’s always emotionally hung up on someone else. spicy hook up plots

ppl he met touring?? maybe ppl who were also in the entertainment industry..... anyone got a character who is ex circus hit me up

does anyone else study criminology / forensics / criminal psych / law? phd students sometimes lecture so he cld be an assistant lecturer / tutor if ur character is in a younger year

gamers !!! social recluses !!! hermits !!

finn goes to the skatepark and all the young boys there think he’s a gradnpa which he is!

#huntingtonintro #is tht the tag....... idk..... msg me xo

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antique-teacups · 5 years

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a liar and a protector pt. 2

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It hurt to feel. The lie was a hollow point sent right through your chest. Left to pick up the pieces in a town the world had forgotten. It had been two weeks since you left LA, but it felt like a life time ago. In the days closely following, you thought you might implode with the emotional trauma you were sorting through. The vlog squad reached out to you, each apologizing and wishing you would come back home. Home? Was LA home anymore when the person you loved the most there crushed your heart?

You didn’t respond back to most of them. Jason was the only you were speaking to out of the group. You knew none of them were to blame expect David himself, but they were are still a reminder of the fresh wound. Part of you wondered if your emotional isolation was a form of self-punishment. Sticking your fingers in the bullet hole to remember how to feel.

You wished you could feel anything expect the sucking pain in your chest. It climbed from your stomach to your throat. Settling, suffocating. It was like feeling hollow and heavy at the same time. A lump you couldn’t swallow, blocking your breath.

Your mom was worried, but who wouldn’t be when their twenty-year-old daughter shows up unexpectedly, adorned with a stricken look on her face. You gushed as soon as you were ushered into the house you grew up in. David had only visited once, it was before you two had started dating. You could still picture him standing in the tiny entry way, a small smile on his face as your siblings bombarded you with stories of your time gone.

You had taken refugee in your childhood bedroom for a couple of days before entering everyday life again. Once a week passed, you put your phone in your desk drawer and left it there. He wouldn’t stop texting, but the rest of them had gotten the hint you weren’t responding.

“Please, talk to me. Let me explain.”

“Jason won’t tell me where you went. Just tell me you are okay.”

“I love you.”

The last one stung the most, which is what prompted you to leave it in the drawer. You needed to get your head on straight before you talked to him. What would you say? That you forgive him for being so weak. That it wasn’t his fault. As much as you wanted to pin the whole thing on Rylee, you knew that wasn’t fair. He was equally at fault.

Ergo, here you sat on the hood your beat down blue Subaru Outback as the snow sunk slowly to the ground. You parked out on a back road, the traffic was non-existent. You could have been the last person on earth and not have known. The temperature was just barely above freezing, but you didn’t notice. The pain reminded you this was real. Just like when your skin screamed from the searing water in the shower. Or when you pulled on the roots of your hair so hard you thought you would cry from the pain. The pain meant this wasn’t all in your head.

This wasn’t a bad dream you could stop living at any minute.

It was a constant loop in your mind, a broken record of a broken time. You remember exactly how the conversation went between their text messages. You wanted to confront everyone in the group, see who else had known. Why hadn’t they told you to save you from some of the hurt? Why didn’t he love you as much as you loved him?

The sun was sinking and you knew you should head home. The days were blending together as most of them were spent driving around aimlessly. It gave you time to think. That, and your parents didn’t have to see how broken you truly were when you weren’t at home.

Everyone says that heartbreak is a right of passage. Something everyone must go through in their pursuit of happiness. You were certain your happiness was fully encompassed around David. He meant the world to you. How many times did you say I love you? How many times did you say it without the words but with your actions? He knew were irevocablity in love with him. You thought he loved you just as fiercely.

You weren’t sure your heart would ever become whole again.

As the sun dipped behind the horizon you climbed slowly off your hood. Toes were numb but so was your heart. Climbing in, you started the car and pointed it towards home. The radio was off and the night air was still crisping your hair through the open window.

The drive home felt quicker then the drive out. Your mind held the map of the whole town, you could have gotten anywhere. As you pulled into the driveway, you noticed a car you didn’t recognize. Shutting the headlights off you watch the movements in the kitchen through the window. Slowly your mother comes into view followed slowly by Jason.

Your heart was in your throat and you were out of your car in a flash. Slamming the door and turning to the house, you notice someone else in the entry way through the glass door. You didn’t have to see his face to know. He still was hunched in the corner, just as when he had visited before, but you knew there would be no smile.

You could have gotten in your car and left. Drive off into the night and you will never face your dragons. You were going to slay this dragon.

Confident strides covered how cowardly you felt. Your body was ice cold, your mouth totally dry. Grabbing the door handle you pull the front door open. David turned to face you as the wind was knocked out of your chest. His face looked like he got in a cage fight with a boxer but his eyes were the saddest you had ever seen them.

He sported a gnarly black eye and a split eyebrow. His eyes were lined red and his lips were desert dry. David looked like a walking corpse. You immediately felt contrite. However, as quickly as it came you pushed it away. He made the bed, now he gets to lay in it. Before you could say anything, Jason appeared behind him, a look of regret on his face.

“I am sorry Y/N, I just couldn’t stand to watch him destroy himself anymore.” Jason apologized. Destroy himself?

“It isn’t your fault Jason, none of this is. Though, I would appreciate it if you would both leave.” You responded curtly, eyes flicking to David’s reaction. He shut his eyes, a shudder passing through his shoulders.

“Please don’t make us leave.” David sobbed, opening his eyes. He was on the verge of a total breakdown, but you weren’t going to catch him. Instead, you intended to catch yourself. You refused to cry, hadn’t in the last two weeks. After that night, you didn’t think he deserved anymore tears. But that didn’t stop the hurt from festering in your chest. A growing monster you could hardly contain it.

“Y/N please.” David howled, he was breaking down. Tears slipped down his face as he took ragged breaths. He was trying hard to hold at onto at least a semblance of control. He wasn’t doing that great of a job. “I just needed to see you, to make sure you were okay. Please let me explain.”

The lump in your throat was growing with each passing moment. You could feel your shell breaking. The boy you loved looked like had been through hell and back, but hadn’t you? You were forced to watch the life you built crumble around you.

“Explain?” You sneered. Hurt was quickly replaced with anger. “David, no amount of explanation will help me understand why you fucked Rylee. You decided I was no longer top priority to you in that moment. As if that wasn’t enough, you kept texting her! You kept lying! There is nothing to explain.” Your breath was coming in gulps. Face hot with rage as your eyes bore into his.

David visibly deflated. He wasn’t expecting you to reject him when he came all this way. Time to cool off was what he thought you needed. Time would heal all wounds. You watched countless emotions flash across his face before he settled on regret.

“Y/N, I am so sorry. I love you so much. I know I fucked up the best thing in my life. I don’t what to do without you. Please, I am begging you.” He cooed. He wasn’t going to let you slip away. “The entire vlog squad is worried about you. I am worried about you.”

“Worried about me? Which one of us is sporting the black eye?” You turn to Jason. “You want to tell me how he got that, or should I let him feed me a couple more lies?”

“The night you left David got drunk, way more drunk then he has been in a while. Decided to pick a fight with the biggest guy he could find. It seems to have turned into a trend.” Jason explained, embarrassment in his eyes.

Your emotional isolation was your punishment. David was picking fights as his. You knew he loved you, but you couldn’t, shouldn’t, go back to him. You fell in love with the way he hunkered down in the blankets editing. The way he could almost sense you needed hug. The way he seemed to know what you were always thinking. You two were the best of friends before you started dating. You thought you had the strongest relationship around.

Clearly, you were wrong.

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You look at the two guys standing in front of you. They both loved you in their own way, but you didn’t feel that right now. This was becoming too much to handle. Defuse the situation and deal with what you are feeling later. Rip the band aid off.

You turn to walk out the door as your heart hammered a million miles an hour. Stepping out into the night air, you waited to hear his footsteps behind you. His breath was uneven and hot. Regaining composure, you turned to him.

“You have hurt me more deeply than anyone else ever has. You have hurt me more deeply than anyone else because I loved, love, you. You will never know what this tsunami tide feels like. You will never know what it’s like to slowly watch the world around you crumble while you stand motionless and unable to save even yourself.

“You will never know how deep my love ran because you were to shallow to accept it. I mean, you went behind and back and kept lying to me! I wish I could hate you, I know I should right now.

“I have been trying to figure out ways to salvage the wreckage, to make sure the survivors had a fighting chance, because, fuck I don’t think I do. You just kept lying. That’s what hurts that most. You kept saying you loved me at same time you kept lying.”

By the time you got the words out, you were gasping for breath. It should be the end of it. But that’s not what you wanted, you knew that. Deep down, you could never stop loving him.

“I know I was a terrible person. There hasn’t been a moment since you’ve been gone that I haven’t thought about that. Please, just give me another chance. I will do anything.” He said. There was a look in his eye that you recognized.

Love.

“Give me some time to myself, then we will talk. I’ll call you.” You said, sneaking one more look at him. Turning your back to him, you climbed into your car. A redo of that night ran in your mind as you back out of your driveway. David stood there with pain marring his beautiful features. By the time the house drifted out of sight, tears poured out of your eyes. Why did it have to hurt so bad to love someone so much?

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dutchcementmixer · 5 years

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And the World Kept Spinning On

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She heard him laugh, head thrown back in mirth, thousands of moments concentrated into one, into here and now, and she fell in love again.

(His name was Gilbert Beilschmidt, but that wasn’t very important, because very soon, it will be forgotten, and her name is Erzsébet Héderváry, and that wasn’t important either, because names like this lose their meaning with time.)

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Or, Erzsébet and Gilbert's story, in which, Erzsébet cannot die, and Gilbert comes back, every time, as someone different.

The first time she met him, she was young and free, human, before the world had unleashed its fury on her and took that away too. And they were friends, even though they were not supposed to be, because children are like that – they see the good in the world and they chase it, because sides don’t matter, because they see another human being and they don’t point their swords at them but run to them and scream friend.

They spent those innocent days together, two inseparable little fiends, wreaking havoc in the fields, fighting with sticks.

I will be a knight one day, he would boast, the bravest knight in all the lands, and you’d be my lady love.

And she would swat him on the arm and they’d throw mud at each other until one of their mothers come to tell them off, and they’d run away, giggling, because that was fun, wasn’t it?

And then, and then, the times changed. Boy and girl grew into man and woman, and nothing is so simple anymore, and life thrust big words like marriage and duty and honour at them. And he must go off and fight, and she must stay at home, because that’s what they’re supposed to do. He lost his life in the battlefield, and she lost hers too, screaming long into the night, as they took her soul from her.

(She had only known three days later. It was a dark and stormy night, and a single messenger flitted between the cottages in the town, bringing about the news of the deaths of their loved ones. He had hesitated at the sight of her, eyes feral and bloodshot, dress ripped to tatters. He’d delivered his message and fled, leaving her alone with her grief. And grieve she did, curled in a ball, howling at the sky, at Fate’s cruelty, at the injustice of it all.)

And the world kept spinning, on and on, because that what it’s supposed to do.

~O.o.o.o.O~

She tried ending herself twenty-three days later. It didn’t work.

She bled out in the morning, and woke up in the afternoon.

~O.o.o.o.O~

She has long since stopped counting the summers, or really, counting much at all. For a being like her who had walked the Earth for so long under the guise of a maiden, Time does not suit her, and so she ignores Him entirely. But for the woman (being? sprite? thing?) once known as Erzsébet Héderváry, there is one constant amidst the chaos of quick-flowing human lives.

She forgot the past, because it hurt less this way, she forgot what it was like to be human, because that hurt too, and she forgot she had a soul, because that hurt the most of all. And she dulled her eyes, numbed her senses, because what’s the point, really, being stuck in a world where everything is in perpetual motion except you, and even if you run so fast that you open all your old wounds again, you still won’t catch up.

And she did see humanity’s suffering, not because she wanted to but because her eyes were open at the wrong place, wrong time, and she weeps, not for them, but for herself, because seeing means you can’t be numb, and this sudden clarity, it stabs into your heart and it stays there, unmoving, until you rip it out yourself, and the memories stays, and it haunt you, for a long, long time, and no matter how many bottles of spirit you chug down your throat, it stays .

The world of course, kept spinning, because it can’t fucking stop, as much as she’d like it to.

~O.o.o.o.O~

She saw him again, one day, after she’d decided that the past is the past and that she might as well make the most of her current existence (hah!). And it made no sense because he was dead and had been dead for the best of a millennium, and for everyone’s best interest should probably stay dead. But she saw him, and her eyes do not lie.

Sure, it wasn’t the same person, because they didn’t have his fiery eyes and lopsided smile, didn’t have the same timbre in their voice, but she’d felt it, the way her long-presumed-dead soul jumped at the sight of them, the ache in her heart, and, for the first time in 894 years, Erzsébet Héderváry truly felt again. And she heard him laugh, head thrown back in mirth, thousands of moments concentrated into one, into here and now, and she fell in love again.

(Later, she learnt his name was Hermann, and that he was an infantryman in the army. He spoke German and a little bit of Hungarian, and had a little brother called Siegfried. She had exactly three months and fourteen days with him before he marched again, and exactly four years, five months and twenty-one days before she realised he wasn’t coming back.)

The world kept spinning, the wars kept going, and she left as quietly as she came, albeit a little more drunk, a little bit more alive.

~O.o.o.o.O~

She saw him again, this time as a famous ballerina with a quick wit and even quicker feet, the same twang in her heart and the same ache in her soul. And she took her on her tours and kissed her behind the cabinets, and Erzsébet once again remembered love. They lived together in a cosy little cottage a little distance from the cities, with a quaint little vegetable garden that her Julia loved taking care of. And she could almost fool herself that she was human.

Julia did die, but not alone, and as the world moved on, so did Erzsébet. (Or at least, tried to. It didn’t work all that well.)

~O.o.o.o.O~

She saw him at a bar, a handsome young waiter wearing a shirt with too many buttons left open and quite possibly the worst done tie she had seen in her life. It was one of the busier bars in Berlin, and she was just there to pass the time, get a little drunk and do something stupid. He smiled at her, more sweetly than politeness required, and his eyes, icy blue this time, twinkled. And her heart seemed to forget how to beat and her soul sang and she was painfully reminded of something called love.

Have I met you before, he asked, smiling that familiar lopsided smile.

And perhaps you have, she replied smoothly, and her heart thundered away in her chest and her soul screamed at her yes, tell him.

~O.o.o.o.O~

She was on top of the tallest building in the world, because human-made things don’t last, and you should take the chance to see them while they’re still there. There was a girl standing on top of the balcony railing, grey jacket dirty, ash blonde hair flying in the wind. In the split second before she fell, their eyes met, amber on green, and Erzsébet remembered. She watched helplessly as the girl who, in another life, was Gilbert Beilschmidt, plummeted to her death.

She screamed and cursed, at Fate, at the world, and some of the things she said were true. Fate is cruel, and Her sense of humour is atrocious at best, abominable at worst. But She does have a heart, not a good heart, mind you, but a heart nonetheless, and perhaps that is why they will always meet again, but the circumstances are never favourable.

And the world kept spinning, because Fate willed it so, and Fate is cruel.

~O.o.o.o.O~

And she did see him again, through the years. The playwright, the aspiring pilot, the little Jewish girl hiding behind ruins, the charismatic German-American actress, the awkward accountant, and so on. And, Fate does enjoy the bad timing of their meetings way too much. But they make it work somehow, and, she treasures those precious moments. And she was reminded, sharply, of that stubborn little thing called hope.

~O.o.o.o.O~

Sometimes I felt like I’ve known you forever, he told her, sprawled on the couch, clutching a bottle of beer.

Me too, she said, and they carry on drinking, even though she knew she should get out of there, get away from bombs that she knew were dropping on them.

The house rattled as another missile landed somewhere near them.

She raised her bottle, To peace.

To peace, he echoed.

~O.o.o.o.O~

People will always question why they seem so strange together, why she never seems to age, why there are no children no matter what. And she let them talk. It does not matter. What matters is that Erzsébet and Gilbert found each other again, at the twisted hands of Fate, and no, he can’t stay this time either, but they know they will find each other again, somehow, somewhere, no matter what the future holds.

The world kept moving of course, and a bad metaphor in this case would be to say it is like a disco ball, but that’s a bad metaphor so let’s just say that the Earth is hurtling through space at the speed of 1,670 km per hour and the sun brings our Solar System around its own orbit in the centre of the Milky Way and Erzsébet and Gilbert orbit each other, through the days, and through the River of Time.

Fin

Written on a cold Tuesday night at 12 pm knowing there is school tomorrow. Historical accuracy was thrown out the window, because my internet stop working after 11. The only research I did was how fast Earth moves. Sue me. I am a gremlin with zero sense of self-preservation.

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thevikingsheaux · 6 years

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Jól (aka Yule)

Part 6

A/N: It’s finally here!!!! Sorry it took me so damn long.

Pairing: Hvitserk x reader

Warning: NSFW, 18+ only

Catch up here.

Everyone in the main square had made their way to the Great Hall or back to their homes, including Hvitserk, but you remained near the dying bonfire. A bitterly cold wind was blowing and you stuck your hands out and held them close to the fire. As you stared into the flames, a wolf began to howl in the distance. The wolf’s song was eerie and haunting. The raw, natural beauty of it sent a chill through you.

When you exhaled, you could see your frozen breath hanging in the air. You closed your eyes as you listened to the fire crackle and the sound of several other wolves joining in the song of the first. You were lost in thoughts of running free through the forests with the wolves when suddenly Floki appeared at your side.

“Hi, Y/N,” he mumbled quietly as he put his arm around you. You leaned your head into his shoulder and apologized for snapping at him the other day. “It’s alright, Y/N,” he said, “I know you are grown and I should respect that, but sometimes I can’t help it. I swore to your father that I would protect you. I only want the best for you.”

You smiled softly and put your arm around him too, giving him a squeeze. “I know, Floki, and I appreciate you. I’m glad you forgive me.” You shivered and he rubbed his hand rapidly up and down your arm, trying to warm you up.

“Doesn’t the sound of the wolves make you wish you could turn into a spirit and run alongside them, Floki?” you asked. You felt him nod in agreement as he said, “I would run with them and then soar over the mountains in search of Asgard, so I could be with the gods.”

“Oh Floki,” you sighed. “We didn’t get a chance to talk about it when you first mentioned it, but now I must ask you what you plan to do with that one man boat you are building.” Floki grinned and made his unmistakable giggle. “Y/N, I am no longer satisfied with my life here. I wish to just get in my boat and let the gods take me where they will,” he said excitedly. “I don’t know where I will end up, but I am ready for whatever they have in store for me.” You sighed, wondering if he knew how much danger he would likely be in. Traveling the seas alone was not usually a wise choice for a Viking.

“Must you leave me? I will miss you,” you complained. “You, Björn, and Torvi are the only ones I have here and I am certain that Björn will be leaving after Jól to travel the world again and soon enough Torvi will find a husband. I do not want to lose you, too.”

“Do not worry. I may not be here in body but I will be with you always in spirit. All you must do is call me back. Use your kulning. My spirit will come running as if I were one of your animals trotting down the hills to you,” Floki comforted you. You smiled softly and squeezed him again before letting go. “Let’s continue our conversation in the Great Hall, Floki,” you said, “I’m ravenous and the wolves have quieted.”

As you and Floki walked to the Great Hall you tried a few more times to convince him to stay in Kattegat with you to no avail. The Hall was abuzz with conversations, laughter, and music and everyone was still eating when you entered. Floki spotted a space at the table where you could both sit and towed you over to it. Hvitserk stopped mid-bite and immediately found your eyes, but you looked away, hoping you could have some time alone with Floki.

You sat and waited for Floki as he went to grab a couple of plates and load them with meat. When he returned you scooped some of the other dishes onto your plate and dug into your meal. You were even hungrier than you thought and ate quickly, as did Floki. You finished your first plate and started to scoop seconds onto your plate as Floki talked rapidly about where he hoped the gods would take him and how much he looked forward to it.

Your conversation with Floki was intense and you barely noticed someone sit down next to you until they tapped you on the shoulder. A bit startled, you turned to see Ubbe smiling at you. You could smell the alcohol on his breath when he said, “Hi, Y/N.” Floki glared at him, angry to be interrupted from a topic he loved so much.

Ubbe looked so drunk that you couldn’t help but giggle. “Hey Ubbe,” you shot back. “Having fun tonight?” you asked. “Oh yeah, loadsss of fun!” he exclaimed and giggled like a child. He scooted closer to you and complimented your fighting skills as you worked on your second plate of food.

“You’re like the BEST fighter I’ve ever faced. I would have given my left nut to see you fight my father… well, maybe not… but I would have paid a lot of money!” Ubbe rambled. You smiled at Ubbe as he continued to jabber on about how amazed he was at your fighting. Then he threw in something that almost slipped your attention.

“You knoww, even Ivar was i-impressed. You piqued his cur-curiosity,” he slurred. You looked at him with your eyebrows raised, a little surprised to hear that. Ivar was typically difficult to please or impress. You smiled to yourself, happy that all of the sons of Ragnar were amazed.

Floki interjected and said, “Wow, I must have missed some superb fighting. I regret not making it to the tournament.” Ubbe grinned and told him how you had defeated him. Floki’s eyebrows stayed up throughout Ubbe’s entire recollection of the fight and as he looked at you, your cheeks grew warm. “That’s my girl,” he said and nudged you. “I’m not even surprised. With parents and a brother like yours, what could anyone expect?”

As Ubbe chattered on, you finally met the eyes on the other side of the stare you felt on you from the moment Ubbe had sat down. Hvitserk had instantly seen you enter the Hall but left you and Floki alone to catch up. However, when Ubbe sat next to you, Hvit couldn’t rip his eyes away for even a second.

Was that anger in his eyes? His face was unreadable but based on his demand after fucking you a couple hours ago, he wasn’t happy that Ubbe was being so friendly. Ubbe scooted over again, this time close enough that his leg was pressed firmly against yours. That was the last straw for Hvitserk.

He got up abruptly and made his way over to your table. He clapped his hands down on Ubbe’s shoulders and drunkenly shouted, “BROTHER! Time for bed, eh?” before he pulled him back and onto the ground. The Hall quieted when Ubbe fell to the ground with plates crashing after him.

Ubbe jumped up and swung at Hvitserk, also very drunk. Everyone in the Hall began to cheer, entertained by the fight between brothers. They both landed a few good punches before Aslaug screamed, “ENOUGH! You two are not ten years old anymore!” Hvitserk and Ubbe finally broke apart and huffed angrily, embarrassed to be chastised by their mother.

Hvitserk made sure Ubbe left before looking at you and walking off. “Boys,” Floki scoffed. You looked to him and he was shaking his head as he cut up his last bite of meat. “Oh if your father could see them fight over his little swan now,” he sighed.

You looked down into your plate, blushing and focusing hard on the two bits of food left. You were embarrassed and in disbelief. Fighting over me? Impossible.

A while later Torvi found her way to you and linked your arm in hers. “Ready to go home?” she asked. You nodded, realizing how exhausted you were. The last few days had been draining. When you stood you realized how sore you were between your legs. It was only a few hours ago that Hvitserk had you pinned up against the outside wall of the smithy fucking your brains out, but it felt like days.

You and Torvi grabbed torches and started the trek up to your farm. “I saw Ubbe and Hvitserk fighting to talk to you, tonight,” she smirked.

Your eyes darted to her face, worried that she was jealous. You know how happy she had been that Ubbe kissed her. Sensing your concern, she smiled and said, “Don’t worry. I know Ubbe is not ready to settle down so I don’t mind at all.”

Relief flooded you, but you wondered if that was the only reason she didn’t mind. Your pace quickened as your house came into view. You were eager to get in front of the fire and warm up. From the looks of it, Björn was already there and had a fire blazing within.

Torvi noticed the same thing and you thought you detected something change in her body language - like she was nervous. When you got to the door you let her go in first.

Björn was sitting in a chair facing the fire with his back to the door. He was apparently asleep because he was snoring and didn’t acknowledge their arrival.

You smiled and shook your head. Björn could sleep anywhere. You and Torvi floated silently over to your bed and started to change into simple sleeping dresses.

Suddenly you became aware that Björn’s snoring had stopped and he was inconspicuously watching Torvi step into her dress. You rolled your eyes and cleared your throat, making him jump.

“Well hello princess,” you teased. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably. He knew he had been caught staring. “Heyyy,” he mumbled. Torvi flashed him a smile which made him relax a bit. “Hey Björn,” she said cheerily and sat down next to him.

You climbed in bed and threw the covers over your head. You were cold and tired and knew they would probably stay up talking all night. Now you knew why Torvi didn’t mind Ubbe taking an interest in you.

A few hours later you woke up to the sound of a quiet creaking and soft moans coming from the loft upstairs. Immediately you realized what was happening and scowled and covered your ears. Listening to your brother do it was awful and even more so since it was with your best friend.

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to imagine being somewhere else. Your thoughts carried you to the hot spring that was a little ways out of Kattegat and you decided that you would go there once you were ready to get up to face the day.

Imagining sinking into the hot water of the spring comforted you enough that you were able to fall back asleep.

Again you woke a few hours later, and sighed as you dragged yourself out of bed and got dressed to go feed your animals. The sun wouldn’t rise for another few hours so you had to light a torch to carry with you.

To reach the hot spring, you had to walk through Kattegat. The town was slowly starting to wake up so you hurried through, hoping to keep from attracting attention. Little did you know, Hvitserk was already walking over to the smithy, intending to start up the forge for the day. He spotted you but decided not to approach you because it looked like you were on a mission. Instead, he followed quietly.

When you reached the spring, you planted your torch near the shore and watched the steam rise across the water. You could have just bathed with warm water at home, but it had been too long since you had been swimming. You peeled off your clothes and goosebumps raised all across your body. The frigid air would make the warmth of the spring feel incredible.

You gasped as you plunged your legs into the water and slowly waded deeper. You sunk to your nipples in the water and closed your eyes, reveling in the contradictory sensations of hot and cold. Your fingers wandered to your clit and then inside yourself. You had to admit, Björn and Torvi had made you wish you were with Hvitserk again. The feeling of him inside you had been more amazing than you could have imagined.

You didn’t stop until you orgasmed, after which you totally submerged yourself before getting out of the water.

Hvitserk had been lurking in the trees ever since you first arrived, watching to make sure no one would harm you, or at least that’s what he told himself. Secretly he was eager to see you naked again. When you dropped your clothes, he let out a quiet whine, wishing he could feel you under his fingertips. Hvitserk reached inside his pants and touched himself, rubbing his hand up and down his hard dick as he watched you. He wanted so badly to go out there with you, but he was afraid you would think he was stalking you.

When he heard your moans from fingering yourself, he couldn’t hold back and came hard. He snapped his eyes open, looking in your direction, hoping you hadn’t heard his groans. It was clear you hadn’t but you were starting to dress.

Hvitserk quickly retreated out of your path before you saw him. After you passed him, he slowly followed, truly wanting to see you back to Kattegat safely. When you finally reached the outskirts of town, Hvitserk turned and headed for his room attached to the Great Hall and made a mental note to go together with you to the spring soon.

When Hvitserk entered the Hall he was greeted by Ubbe. “I’ve been looking for you brother!” he exclaimed. Annoyed, Hvit tried to push past him, but Ubbe caught his arm.

“Hey! We need to talk,” he insisted as he pulled Hvitserk’s arm. Hvitserk rolled his eyes but followed Ubbe to a corner of the Great Hall. “Sit, little brother. Björn talked to me about returning to the Mediterranean after Jól and he asked if we wanted to go. He said the people there are very rich and ripe for raiding. Would you sail with us if I go?” Ubbe asked.

Hvitserk’s thoughts immediately flitted to you. He was torn by the desire to raid and the desire to be with you. He had heard that Floki was going off sailing alone and if Björn was leaving then you would be in Kattegat by yourself. Björn would probably take most of the warriors and shieldmaidens, including Torvi your best friend. Who would that leave you with? Ivar and Aslaug? Even the thought of that made Hvitserk uncomfortable. Despite you being a better fighter than him, Hvitserk felt an urge to protect you.

“I don’t know Ubbe, I’ll have to think about it,” he deflected and started to pull away. “Don’t wait too long to give me your answer brother!” Ubbe called after him.

To be continued

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archive-03012022 · 7 years

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great comet 8/24/17 (matinee with dave malloy + blaine krauss u/s anatole)

ok so this is more for me to remember than for anyone else but here’s a song-by-song breakdown of great comet from when i saw it lol (lots about technical stuff)

i was in the top row of banquettes which is honestly the best place to sit in the entire theatre. we could see every part of the theatre (balcony and mezz included) without having to spin our heads around like owls and there was a+++ audience interaction (i’ll get to that later)

pre-show

ok so everyone literally burst out of the entrances randomly without any warning and just started talking to everyone it was great

a man with a sparkly mustache made sure we were all ok with strobe lights and if not to just deal with it and cover our eyes

i got a pierogi box thrown at my face. fun times.

theres an announcer guy that starts speaking in russian and english before just switching over to english

announcer: cameras? ensemble: NEIT!

my grandmother got super into this format and started shouting along #quality family bonding

prologue

dave malloy is a god end of story

but seriously the prologue is such a jam

before the song actually starts theres a super sad scene of natasha saying goodbye to andrey and she hands him his coat and letters and he gives her the locket (she has a hearbreaking “no!” as he starts leaving)

the lights go from basically pitch black to full blast at the line “anD THIS IS ALL IN YOUR PROGRAM”

denee benton is so beautiful

the ensemble was roaming around everywhere and came over to where we were a LOT

bolkonsky made his entrance right next to us after his costume change right before the minor characters line by screaming and jumping through a curtain with his guitar

the whole ensemble gathers on the platform by the doors for the beginning of pierre

pierre

dave malloy is a god end of story

while they’re all gathered watching pierre for the first bit of pierre, sonya is rubbing natasha’s back, reassuring and soothing her

i love the ensemble,,,,,, so much,,,,,,,,

helene conducts all the women dancing during “he is charming he has no sex”

the “good russian men” part singled out azudi and he looked so offended at pierre lol

all of the “ahhhh”s were magical

theres not much that hasn’t already been said about this song tbh?

oh and right after it’s over all the ensemble members drop out of their poses and deadpan, walking to the exits with bored expressions like “alright shows over, bye guys, our job is done”

moscow

marya? hates sonya so much?

but when they’re introducing each other natasha is super prim and proper and sonya does this awkward, lopsided bow with her little hand puff half hanging off brittain is such a dork im love her

natasha’s humming is so childish/naive i love it

“you’ll read to me while i K N I T”

marya casually roasting the audience? iconic

marya’s whole speech to natasha is honestly just great

mary walks between marya and natasha when she’s mentioned

private and intimate life of the house

draws

out

every

single

word

“people enjoy me though” got a really good laugh

gelsey bell? the godsent angel? yes, Her

B R I N G M E M Y S L I P P E R S (he finally started screaming it again)

“natasha is young and worthless and dumb” natasha literally looks so offended its great

mary picks a “suitor” from the audience and he was so confused

BOLKONSKY KISSED HIS “CHEAP FRENCH THING” ON THE LIPS FOR SUCH A LONG TIME AND HER DAUGHTER WAS LITERALLY DYING BEHIND HER

paul pinto’s servant character. that’s all.

marya plays the cowbell during the “where are my glasses” breakdown and generally looks disappointed in him the whole time

natasha and bolkonskys

there was a 12 year old boy who had no clue what was happening and kept getting in the way of them putting the stools down it was great

all of bolkonsky’s interjections are met with a really quick spot on him and idk it was just super funny to me (he also did this really weird/hilarious lip trill at the end of “i do not wish to see herrrrrRRRRR”

denee and gelseys harmonies

mary and natasha’s fake laughter

“says the mean old man in his underthings”

HOLY SHIT GUYS WAIT

WHEN MARY SAYS “AND HE LOOKED AT HER ONCE / HEAD TO TOE” BOLKONSKY MUTTERED “NOT IN MY HOUSE” AND I DIED

bolkonsky exits past marya who, once again, just sort of glared at him

no one else

the blue light change??

all of the light bulbs slowly start coming down and fading on to look like stars its gorgeous

at the “we were angels once, don’t you remember?” she said it right to this teenage girl at a table who literally grinned and turned away to be like “holy shit that just happened” it was really sweet

natasha is so innocent throughout the whole song its honestly so beautiful

andrey is shown in a blue spotlight with snow falling around him and he unwinds the red ribbon from her letters (and wraps it around his wrist like a bracelet for safe keeping) and starts reading them

when he leaves and runs into the darkness natasha steps into his spot under the snow and starts singing the “you and i”s after him

the opera

marya is such a godmother is so cute

sonya’s narration is gorgrous and i’ll never get over it

ensemble members twirl mirrors around natasha at the beginning

this song makes me think about how important it is for natasha to have people like her which makes the ending even more sad :(

helene’s entrance is honestly so her idek how else to explain it

pierre’s fist pump when he says “though i’m enjoying myself at home :D”

marya is super obvious about mentioning pierre to helene since she’s with dolokov

the curtain “rising” is shown by the lightbulbs going back into the ceiling

the opera is such a good satire

GELSEY’S GOT SOME PIPES

when the dancers are “dying” they’re making this really funny, drawn out sighing noises and its amazing

denee’s face was hilarious after the dance seen she was just like :o

anatoles entrance is so extra

with every little *bum* *bum* he moved his head in a different direction and the lights flashed

helene and anatole have this creepy little moment where they’re standing under a light bulb and anatole taps his cheek for her to kiss but turns his head so she kisses him on the lips and right as their lips touch the lightbulb goes out

the opera singers continue miming in the doorways of the balcony and it was really cool to see

the ensemble was in costumes on the stairs acting out the opera as well

not only was anatole constantly looking at natasha, so was helene,,,,,,,,,

natasha hallucinates andrey’s dead body being torn apart, holding out the ribbon that held her letters together towards her

natasha and anatole

anatole checks himself out in the mirror before entering the box (blaine was really funny in purposefully pulling down a single curl over his forhead for ~fashion~)

i feel like he sings deeper than anatole but its wayyyy smoother like damn

when he’s asking natasha to the costume tournament her little “oh (:? oh,,,, i (:” when shes feigning modesty gives me life

blaines voice holy s h i t

when he grabs her from behind its really sensual and denee moaned really loudly and i

have i mentioned i love blaine’s voice

when anatole steals her flower natasha looks so scandalized

at one point he smells it and seems so in love

helene is watching the whole thing go down (basically the whole time the two of them are “alone” together she’s watching them)

after chasing each other around the stage a bunch them sitting down next to each other was treated as a Big Moment

the duel

in between songs anatole walks to pierre’s study fist bumping and grabbing at his head like “YES! YES YES!”

at “oh dear andrey’s betrothed?” anatole did like this little so-so hand gesture that was hilarious

the strobe lighting was way more intense than i expected

i watched grace mclean grind on a riding crop and then put it between her teeth it was great

lowkey threesome up in the mezz/balcony

and the girls were essentially using the railings as stripper poles

during “just as a duck is made to swim in water, god has made me as i am” anatole moonwalks, does the chicken dance, and gets grinded on by two girls

there was just A Lot during the duel

but i was too focused on celia mae’s glow in the dark thong to notice most of it

“here’s to health of married women.... and their lovers ;D”

oh i just remembered there was girl passed out drunk over someone’s box and all the people sitting in it were howling with laughter

helene’s voice is cracking when she says “he will kill you stupid husband” and might i say,,,,,,,,,, character depth

paul pinto’s announcer voice for duel

helene screams when the gun is shot

when pierre holds out his arms to be shot but starts looking around in confusion omg

idk but i love “we live to love another day”

dust and ashes

dave’s version is honestly so gut-wrenching

i never noticed in the recording but the strings on this song are honestly so beautiful??

he acts the hell out of this song and its just so :(

during the “we are asleep until we fall in love” the ensemble lines up in the orch aisles and in front of the mezz all backlit and its just so haunting

as their “ah”s get more and more intense the lights don’t change at all and it just seems very church choir-y

sunday morning

sonya and natasha seem like they’re sneaking around in the beginning and its really cute

“everyone sees a man” is delivered so well, like she’s trying to reassure her

the whole time natasha is staring into the mirror pierre is standing right behind her looking at her through the mirror

marya still hates sonya

charming

helene enters through the double doors with her face covered by her cloak and its sort of a mystery who it is until she starts singing

natasha seems embarrassed at first (since shes basically in her underwear) but then starts fixing her garters and stuff almost like she’s trying to impress her

amber gray holy shit

since natasha is still in just her corset and garters helene gives her her cloak

“he was thinking about you, kept sighing about you” natasha literally lights up and puts her hand over her mouth and walks away like a middle schooler lol

when natasha gets her dress on first she runs around and twirls but then starts imitating helene but its still really childish

helene yanks andrey’s necklace off of natasha before giving her her own and keeping it for herself

in summary this song is Not Straight Whatsoever

the ball

all of the couples enter from the doors doing this weird little movement before going down the stairs

two girls danced in front of us together (edit: it was gelsey and katrina i only just remembered) and it made my day

all of the dancers (all through out the theatre, all the way into the balcony) are doing the same movements as anatole and natasha but since they’re in dark greens/black and anatole and natasha are in white it’s easy to not get distracting

blaine as anatole,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, yeah

the “i love another” seems a bit forced on natasha’s side like she’s just saying it out of habit rather than for real

helene is still watching them

the kiss

lasts

long

time

BUT

when you look away you see that everyone has wine glasses and are putting their fingers around the rim to make the little noise

helene has a lightbulb over her and a spot. she’s the last one to stop.

the way natasha’s little part after the kiss goes it makes her look like she’s going to choose andrey because she’s singing to the orchestra but turns to anatole to sing the “i will love youuuu” part

the ensemble is lined up on the staircase, “ahhh”ing and holding their glasses up to toast them

anatole and natasha run through the doors together

letters

the whole cast comes in through the double doors

my grandmother screamed “HEY HANDSOME” when blaine passed by wlfkjvbvjnrev

most of the cast had stuck their letters to audience members into their bras/shirts

andrey stands on the platform in front of the doors (the same place he enters pierre and andrey) and pierre speaks directly to him for his letter

at “it is NAPOLEON” the portrait of napoleon on the wall (which was right above my seat lol) lights up and pierre starts pointing the gun at him

anatole and andrey stand on walkways next to each other when natasha is writing her letter

pierre, natasha, and mary all stand in a circle around the study singing at each other and it looks really cool

ok so anatole’s love letter..............

dolokov was holding the letter

they actually made the woman passing the letter walk up on stage to pass it to natasha

blaines “just says yes”s were suuuuuuuuuuper stretched out but he was pressing his face in her chest, stomach, thighs and trailing his hand up her whole body and it was uhhhhhh way more sensual than how lucas steele plays anatole

sonya and natasha

sonya steals the letter from natasha while shes’s sleeping

their argument is honestly everything

“its seems to me i’ve loved him a hundred years............ :)” sonya is just like “what the fuck natalie”

“would you think so badly of me??” brings me back to how much natasha just wants to be loved and cared for

sonya and natasha yelling at each other is so heartbreaking

her letter to mary is all very final

sonya alone

the whole theatre is dark and theres a single lightbulb and spot on sonya as she sings

natasha makes her way up the stairs to the mezzanine (PASSES ANDREY WHO’S SITTING THERE WATCHING HER)

and wanders all the way across the mezz and back down the stairs on the other side

the whole time, sonya never takes her eyes off of her

i think we need to appreciate that in the realm of musical theatre, there are no other songs about just loving your friend? and wanting to help them?

“i know you’ve forgotten me” natasha is back in front of the stage left stairs, but a light bulb lights up over her and she stops, looking at sonya

“it’s all on me” kills me she’s so selfless shes sacrificing her friendship with her best friend just to save her and just kjvn;efvaer

preparations

pierre literally doesnt care about what anatole’s doing

theres a spot on sonya and natasha when they are mentioned

helene brings dolokov the tea

anatole shaves in front of a mirror

there was still shaving cream left on his face and dolokov had to wipe it off his face while they were arguing lol

the two of them were arguing really aggressively it was intense

i think helene was playing the drum during this whole part

balaga/the abduction

paul pinto deserved a tony

my grandmother stole egg shakers from the row in front of us

balaga runs up into the mezz and starts wreaking havoc it’s great

the musicians were all running all over the place saying hi to audience members and generally being great

anatole’s “woooooooooooo” and cape spin was a sight to behold tbh

blaine did a little “mm” noise when everyone went quiet after the big "WOOOOOOOOAHHHHHHHH”

his “gooooooooooooodbye” was so stretched out that the ensemble started swaying really slowly but then had to go the other way before starting again it was really funny

during the goodbye my gypsy lovers part marya slid on the end of the banquette seats i was in and i was freaking out so she blew me a fucking kiss and ran away

everyone dancing in a circle around the study

there was a little accordion-off

alex gibson came over and was like “WATCH ME! WATCH ME OVER HERE!” and had a dance off with a guy all the way up in the balcony

there were people dancing allllllllll over these platforms through out the theatre there was never a dull moment

alex gibson also started humping a drum next to us and banging it while he moaned

he was so into it that he didn’t realize he was blocking lauren zakrin from chucking pages of war and peace everywhere (which i caught out of the air which is pretty neat)

one of katrina’s braids was coming loose so she started helicopter-ing them in our faces

i saw helene and marya make out and it was great

all of it was so completely organized chaos that was so incredible watch i love rachel chavkin with all my heart

when anatole sat down on the banquette next to the girl he made her kiss him on the cheek and did the “stretching” to put an arm around her thing it was hilarious

the girl leaned her head on him and they just chilled out (they actually looked like a real couple tbh) for an awkwardly long time before they all ran up the stairs

marya’s entrance is just as incredible as you would imagine

anatole did like a little smile like “uhh, hi” and then sprinted down the stairs away

in my house

grace mclean deserved a nomination for best featured. seriously.

the maid servant tries to apologize to marya but she just points her back inside the doors

ok so grace kept it all super calm and contained until she exploded on natasha

she honestly plays this scene so well she’s ocnstantly jumping between concern, disappointment, and pure, unfiltered rage

natasha screaming is terrifying

when natasha “falls to the sofa” (she’s stand completely upright with her arms crossed) marya softens and becomes very calm again but when sonya tries to go to her she snaps again

natasha? still? thinks? anatoles? coming? :(

a call to pierre

the letter is followed by the light bulbs and lights under the mezz as it makes its way across the stage

paul pinto is the best

he stretches out the announcement

much

“........................................w h a t”

grace and dave have such good chemistry

the ensemble’s vocals make this scene so much more tense

“natasha and A N A T O L E K U R A G I N”

marya’s whole demeanor changes when she hears that he’s married

find anatole

pierre literally walks down to the study, back up, puts on a coat and is already wheezing its actually pretty funny

“the club” is just the ensemble along the stairs and mezz dimly lit and gathered in small groups pantomiming its really realistic

“he cant BE MARRIED!” is said in complete disbelief and heartbreak

helene sits with anatole’s head on her lap

on his way to the study anatole passes sonya who glares at him

and if looks could kill

pierre and anatole

blaine plays off anatole as faking his confidence from the very start of the scene thinking pierre will just let him off

pierre literally pins him down and almost bashes his head in with a paperweight

OH WAIT I JUST REMEMBERED

helen is watching the whole thing from the stage right staircase (she was right in front of me) as if she’s eavesdropping from the hallway or something

she flinches when pierre stars grabbing at anatole and reaches her hand out to help when he’s about to hurt him

the letters look almost exactly like the ones natasha gave to andrey #parallels

anatole sits at someone’s table pouting and covering his ears like a child throwing a tantrum

“amuse yourself with women like my wife” helene actually seemed a little surprised at pierre actually knowing about their relationship

it hit me during the show that the only reason that anatole is upset is because pierre is calling him names which is just so childish considering everything happening

natasha walks between them arguing and pours arsenic into her glass, chugging it and then lets out this guttural scream

she runs up and meets marya and sonya who rush her through a curtained exit

blaine can hit the petersburg note

natasha very ill

this song is honestly just so haunting

dolokov plays guitar in the double doors

the whole stage is dimly lit and its all very ominous

pierre and andrey

andrey enters through the same doors he left during the prologue and speaks to pierre on the opposite side of the stage before they meet in the middle platform

the “well, how are you?” seems a bit comical and sarcastic

i could write essays about how much “theres a war going on” does for the story at this point

andrey acts like he doesn’t really care about the whole ordeal and like he’s already trying to distance himself from it, almost laughing at himself

“i much regret her illness” is so cold and passive aggressive that it hurts

oh and if this scene didnt hurt enough, mary is watching the entire thing

after “dont every speak of this again” he shoves pierre. hard.

when he leaves, he passes mary who smiles and tries to hug him but he just puts his hand up and walks past her before taking his place in his father’s chair and folds in on himself

natasha and pierre

i’ve been classically conditioned to cry to these piano notes no joke

natasha comes down the stairs really slowly, relying heavily on the railing to help her

pierre tries to help but she brushes him off

she’s in a white, shapeless nightgown (she only wears white through the whole show), is barefoot, and has her hair in a braid and looks like a little girl

when she starts singing its very weak

ALL 👏 SHE 👏 WANTS 👏 IS 👏 LOVE 👏 AND 👏 TO 👏 BE 👏 FORGIVEN 👏

oh and all of the ensemble members since find anatole have taken places all over the theatre and are just. sitting. watching the ending of the show. i noticed mostly courtney basset sitting cross-legged on the walkway in the orchestra

when natasha begins to cry, its not crying. it’s loud, almost primal sobbing

pierre is just so tender towards her and :’)

when pierre tell her that she can talk to him they both look confused

right before the proposal natasha is making her way up the stairs and turns back around when pierre starts talking

dave’s delivery of the proposal is So Good

he choked on the “and for your love”

the mini pierre reprise is heartwrenching

natasha made her way really slowly back up to the doors, but seems hopeful

the great comet of 1812

ok so

the song is song in complete darkness, theres barely even a spotlight on pierre

veeeeeery slowly individual light bulbs start fading on but you cant see much

then the chandeliers start to slowly light up

but this is all super gradual and doesn’t really become notciable for a few minutes

hearing the ensemble coming in from all sides is gorgeous

then the comet prop above pierre’s study starts lowering (i think around the time its mentioned by name for the first time)

as most of the chandeliers are coming on, a tiny light on the bottom of the comet fades on and starts illuminating the larger comet

now the entire theatre is lit only by the lightbulbs, chandeliers, and the slwoly brightening comet. no table lamps, no stage lights, nothing.

as the final minute or so approaches all of the lights start to dim except for the comet until it’s the only thing remaining lit

and in 100% honesty every single one of the 1200 people in that theatre had their eyes fixed on it for the final moments of the show

then, as the song ends, the lights on the comet fade until only the tiny light on the bottom remains. pierre is collapsed in his chair looking up peacefully and the conductor raises his hands to praise it as it’s dimming until the theatre is in complete darkness

anyway this really wasnt for anyone else to read but if you made it this far? im sorry? this was a complete mess i’m still a wreck from this show

#great comet #mine

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MY MOMENTS OUT OF TIME IN FILM 2019

Instead of a Top 10 List, every year I like to honor a long-discontinued but influential annual column from Film Comment magazine. I couldn’t wait for my father to come home from work with the “Moments Out Of Time” issue. The writers would cite their favorite scenes, images, or lines of dialogue, even from films they may not have liked, because let’s face it, even bad films may have a great moment or two.

The year brought us so many wonderful films. Parasite wowed me with its ability to surprise while telling an important story about class divisions. I think Once Upon A Time In…Hollywood will stop me in my tracks over and over again with its immersive deep dive into late 1960s Los Angeles. The female-on-female gaze gets a workout in the stunning Portrait Of A Lady On Fire, while Jojo Rabbit masterfully walks a tightrope between hilarious and moving. Watching Eddie Murphy return firing on all cylinders in Dolemite Is My Name remains one of the most joyous movie experiences of the year. Yet, even I can’t see them all, but here, in no particular order, are my Moments Out Of Time in film for 2019:

A door opens, someone calls out “Honey?”, as the plot veers off in a jaw-droppingly unexpected, biggest WTF of the year direction, turning a light class comedy into something far, far, deeper- Parasite

Upon the assassination of JFK, his enemy, Jimmy Hoffa (Al Pacino) orders the half mast flag in front of the Teamsters' Union to be raised back to its standard position. As Hoffa looks up at the flag, this chilling, diabolical scene feels like the end of civil society as we know it - The Irishman

“Climb in my fur” - my favorite line of dialogue last year, cementing Jennifer Lopez’s Ramona as an iconic film character who can take sexual innuendo and turn it into an invitation for friendship - Hustlers

“That was the best acting I’ve ever seen in my whole life” - dialogue runner up as a young actress (Julia Butters) whispers into the insecure but committed actor Rick Dalton’s (Leonardo DiCaprio) ear, causing him to weep uncontrollably and giving him the recognition he’s always craved - Once Upon A Time In…Hollywood

A boy spies a flitting butterfly and stands up to get a better look, notices a pair of shoes next to him, and in an instant his entire life heartbreakingly changes - Jojo Rabbit

A vacationing family looks out their window to see…themselves…lined up and waiting to invade their home - Us

A gate which will no longer close on its own. Two estranged parents and their child manually slide it shut with the barrier separating them from each other. The battle lines have been drawn with deft precision - Marriage Story

A woman stares at another across a theater. They have a history. The symphony plays a striking, propulsive piece which both women know so well. A searing two minute close-up of the women she sees betrays her anguish, the pain, the missed opportunities, and the suffering of a woman who society demanded could not be herself - Portrait Of A Lady On Fire

Best final scene of the year: Two best friends sit in a car curbside at an airport. They awkwardly exchange awkward pleasantries even though we can tell they’re really going to miss each other. A delicate cover of “Unchained Melody” plays over stellar performances of Kaitlyn Dever walking away and Beanie Feldstein looking forelorn, both conveying that painful moment when high school besties part. Then, suddenly remembering it’s a hilarious comedy, Feldstein almost crashes into Dever, who gets back in the car and they decide they have enough time to get pancakes. Feldstein yells, “F*ck yeah!” as we smash cut to black - Booksmart

While he’s wanted inside at his premiere, Rudy Ray Moore can’t walk away from the fans waiting outside the theatre, choosing instead to give himself over to them and melting everyone’s hearts, including mine, in the process - Dolemite Is My Name

Wait! This guy is at your Passover Seder? You’re related to him? Now I’m scared - Uncut Gems

A milked cow. A barn. A dogfight up in the skies above. A knife. Two soldiers foraging for food, safety, and a chance to survive the next minute. Everything changes. - 1917

Matthew McConaughey as Baker Dill (!) spends most of his time howling to the heavens or completely naked, and for these reasons, I will never forget this terrible, amazing film experience - Serenity

When she forgets the words to her signature song, the audience sings them for her, making us all realize that even though she was close to death, the memory of her will never fade away - Judy

Normally, I’d be delighted to open my window and see Isabelle Huppert staring at me from across the street, but here, it’s a hauntingly nightmarish image - Greta

Julianne Moore sings along to an Air Supply song in her car and somehow manages to make her lapse in taste seem heartfelt - Gloria Bell

I love comedic moments built from repetition or missed connections. When Jack (Himesh Patel) can’t get his parents to sit still for a moment so that he can convince them he wrote the song “Let It Be”, his incredulousness and frustration strikes comedy gold - Yesterday

A young writer negotiates her terms with a publisher, gloriously finding her voice and her power at a time where such bravery seemed impossible - Little Women

A drunk, lonely, middle-aged woman dances alone in a small town honky tonk to Leon Russell’s “Out Of The Woods”, giving us a glimpse into her less austere past - Diane

A dildo with a retractable switch blade - Knife + Heart

What do the sounds of Elton John and Bernie Taupin’s songs look like? A man crashing out of a window and joining a dancing flash mob at a carnival to “Saturday Night’s Alright For Fighting” felt alive and electric, Yet, even more so, in a moment achieving some level of transcendence, Elton (a fantastic Taron Egerton) falls sideways off of a diving board into a pool where his boyhood self plays the title song on a piano at the bottom. That we somehow end up at Dodger Stadium where a sparkly Elton greets his fans and flies up into the stratosphere makes his classic soar - Rocketman

A grunge pop star/recovering addict (Elizabeth Moss), not too dissimilar to Courtney Love, sits at a piano and performs a sober rendition of Bryan Adams’ “Heaven”, stripping away the outrageous bravado to quietly break out hearts - Her Smell

“Agency” seems to be on everyone’s lips when describing dynamic, plot-driving lead characters, but Leo’s (star in the making Félix Maritaud) choices don’t fit into a standard box. His decision, like it or not, is all his. - Sauvage/Wild

In a film filled to the brim with unforgettable, emotionally-laden images, its final shot of a man rowing a boat across turbulent waters moved me to tears - The Last Black Man In San Francisco

To learn from a documentary that the Ten Commandments monuments on display in front of many City Halls across the U.S. resulted from a Charlton Heston-led publicity tour for his 1956 movie epic is to realize, painfully so, that sometimes Hollywood and not the Churches, ruins everything! - Hail Satan?

Although, sooner or later, most of us will end up in a patch of dirt, some long for that moment more than others and find beauty in it - High Life

Watching Laura Dern pull off one of the most notorious literary scandals of modern times gives us one of the most original kicks of the year in a scene with an interviewer. She hides in plain sight as a novelist pretending to be the terribly British Manager to Kristen Stewart’s fake face of the same novelist in order to build mystique and sell more books - J.T. LeRoy

Who knew that a CGI-animated film for the whole family would have the most bone-chilling sequence of the year? But there it was in an antique store with Gabby Gabby and the creepy ventriloquist dummies - Toy Story 4

A woman enters her drab Chinese hotel room only to be asked if the U.S. is better by the anxious bellboy. Afraid to offend him, she merely tells him it’s different. The things we do to ease the pain of the less fortunate. - The Farewell

Three women. An elevator on its way to the chairman’s office. The sideways glances. The knowledge they all have of what awaits them. A silent sisterhood until Nicole Kidman’s Gretchen Carlson awkwardly comments, “Hot in here”. The year’s best calibrated scene - Bombshell

An out gay actor, Mark Patton, confronts the writer of the film which ruined his career and gets an apology. The years of pain written across his face don’t go away, but a little weight of the world gets lifted from his very relieved, very courageous shoulders - Scream Queen! My Nightmare On Elm Street

While Tarantino played around with historical revisionist wish fulfillment, director Mary Herron and writer Guinevere Turner tapped into female rage in telling the story of the Manson murders. When Hannah Murray as Leslie Van Houten carries out one of the murders, screaming as she plunges a knife into someone, we get a rare glimpse into finally understanding what brought her to that point - Charlie Says

After Lily Collins’s Liz demands, “ Release me…what happened to her head?” as a way for doomed serial killer Ted Bundy (a chilling Zac Efron) to admit his guilt, he finally writes with his finger on the glass prison visitor’s window which separates them, one frightening word, “Hacksaw” only to wipe it away immediately - Extremely Wicked Shockingly Evil And Vile

A gay white man and his straight, non-English speaking Latino handyman bond over Madonna’s “Borderline” in the back seat of an Uber. Matt Bomer’s angsty character finally relaxes and connects with this adorable man (Alejandro Patiño) doing ridiculously cute seated dance moves - Papi Chulo

A young woman rushes to her apartment bathroom and in a seamless transition, she emerges down the aisle of a plane headed for Sweden - Midsommar

Sometimes one can derive great pleasure from a film by simply listening to how Adam Driver says the word “ghouls” - The Dead Don’t Die

An actress known primarily for her own murder gleefully watches herself on the big screen in a Westwood Village movie theater, and in that moment, we finally experience the gorgeous humanity and not the horrendous end of this lovely person - Once Upon A Time In…Hollywood

When you have an icy, almost robotic main character, you need Alfre Woodard to masterfully play drunk and show you all of her other shades - Clemency

I don’t care if the film felt like a xerox copy of the original or if the CGI ruined everything, because Billy Eichner’s Timon arrives at a now barren, picked apart Pride Rock and blurts out, “Talk about a fixer-upper. I think you went heavy on the carcass.” - The Lion King

When was the last time you saw a film where a character stops the action to demand of another, “I want you to know about me!”? - The Peanut Butter Falcon

A young Irish indentured servant in 1825 Tasmania watches helplessly as a soldier kills her baby just to stop its crying, and that’s only the beginning of a long line of justifications for her rage - The Nightingale

Nothing like a well-placed coffee mug to illustrate your main theme in the final image of your movie - Knives Out

Tracy Letts’ Henry Ford II feels the sheer power of one of his race cars and provides the most beautiful, unexpected crying scene of the year - Ford v. Ferrari

The funniest crossing a busy freeway scene since Eddie Murphy attempted it in 1999’s Bowfinger - Good Boys

A split second choice at what should have been a routine traffic stop changes the lives of our unlucky, racially profiled, sweet, smart but “not a match” Tinder date protagonists - Queen & Slim

A passport inspector asks, “Purpose of your visit?” The young man replies, “I’m going to see Bruce Springsteen’s hometown.” As he stamps his papers, the inspector responds, “I can’t think of a better reason to visit the United States than to see the home of The Boss” - Blinded By The Light

A horribly brutalized gay man wafts to shore only to see the haunting image of a scary clown reaching out to perhaps save him? Nah, he’s a midnight snack - It Chapter 2

A young child, caught between his parents arguing over the phone, conveys painful messages to the supposed adults in the equation - Honey Boy

Sometimes an unreturned text can send you spiraling so far out of control that you ruin your life and everyone else’s around you - Waves

That last moment of bliss between a husband and wife right before their quiet mountaintop hamlet gets invaded by the sounds of planes overheard and the Nazis arriving to recruit them - A Hidden Life

You may have gotten in shape, but without true growth, the fat girl inside you won’t hesitate to shame another - Brittany Runs A Marathon

Gabriel Luna wins the award for sexiest performance in a terrible movie as a new killing machine decked out in tight pants and a killer stare - Terminator: Dark Fate

A mentally disturbed aspiring comic turned homicidal maniac disastrously makes his late night talk show debut, posing ominously backstage, skipping out with a bizarre tap twirl flourish, and then…well…like a true comic…he kills - Joker

Alec Baldwin, in a stunning monologue, basically shows us the early rise of people like Donald Trump, as all sense of hope gets sapped away - Motherless Brooklyn

An old sailor and his new charge stare down the camera right at us, somehow letting us know that we have no idea what bleak is, so hold on tight - The Lighthouse

A farmer (a never better Bill Camp) barges in on a corporate lawyer to get him to investigate the dying cattle in his hometown. From such humble beginnings comes something which affects every single one of us - Dark Waters

An aspiring Scottish country singer sneaks away from her Grand Ole Opry tour group to sing alone on the main stage and perhaps get discovered. When she learns that everybody does that, she realizes she isn’t that special after all - Wild Rose

Biggest cinematic moment of dread: When a Chinese billionaire reopens a shuttered Ohio GM plant and hires back some of the workers at half their salaries and without benefits, you know you’ve just boarded a slow moving train to hell - American Factory

Did he do it? Is he a terrorist? Or is he a good guy? How much of his tragic past is still present within him? That final image will keep me guessing forever - Luce

A devoted Chinese Communist Party Member and abortion specialist knows she can never redeem herself from the part she played in ruining so many lives - One Child Nation

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Valyrian Steel Chapter 22 Sansa Arryn

I hit a block with this, but after the absolute clusterf*ck from this season I’ve decided to update this. Anger is a great motivator for writing fanfics. This chapter focuses on the Stark sisters, it’s not sugarplums and rainbows, but it’s definitely not as antagonistic as dumb and dumbers portrayal.

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Sansa woke early in the morning before the sun started peeking over the horizon. Harry was sleeping soundly next to her, his hand over her still flat stomach. Sansa smiled as she gently removed his hand to slip out of bed. A howl sounded far off and Sansa listened happily, Harry had complained about the noise before, but she felt happy hearing them. Arya had promised Sansa a pup if Nymeria ever whelped a litter, it was very kind of her.

Arya spent most of her time with Daenerys, or training Jon and Prince Aegon on dragon taming, always with Ser Gendry following close behind. At night she and Rickon would ride out on the backs of their wolves for a hunt and eat in the Brotherhood tent with the Lady Stone-heart.

Sansa shuddered remembering the scarred grey face and haunting eyes of the woman who was once her mother. She screamed when the corpse reached for her, while Rickon hugged her tight and looked at Sansa as if she had done something wrong. She refused to go in that tent again after that night. That thing wasn’t her beautiful noble mother who brushed her hair every night. Rickon couldn’t see that, he was three when he last saw her, but she was his mother. Arya didn’t care, she said it was just a piece of mother and that was enough for her.

Harry had sent word to Lady Waynwood and Lord Baelish to call the banners and march the men North. He wanted to send her back to the Vale but Sansa refused, she wanted to stay as far away from Baelish as possible. She was not far along and this camp was the safest place for her and her growing family. When the maesters told her that she was pregnant she had felt joy, joy and dread. Petyr would soon make his move. Harry just lifted her in the air with a great laugh kissing her in front of the entire camp. He’d gotten roaring drunk and was found the next morning naked and dozing off in front of the wierwood. She had scolded him for risking the frostbite and sickness, Harry just kissed her and told her to warm him up. He was utterly foolish but she went along with his request laughing. Arya told them several days later that Nymeria heard two heart beats not one, Harry had strutted around camp like a proud peacock yelling “twins, my wife is having twins!” every few paces. Sansa had hoped he would keep the pregnancy quiet, she did not want to disappoint everyone.

The sun started to peek through an opening in the tent and Sansa dressed quickly. Arya would be leaving today to go to the Twins with Willas, Jon and Tyrion. When Sansa met Willas she was surprised, the dreams she had of him and High Garden were so long ago. He was handsome, not so handsome as Harry or Aegon, but still handsome with kinds eyes and a soft smile. Mya said that he paled next to the rest but Sansa disagreed. When tensions and tempers ran high he maintained a cool calm and used his intellect and manners to quiet the room. He was everything Margaery said he would be, but Sansa was more than happy with Harry. Willas politely spoke to her of Margaery and Loras, beyond that he made no advances farther than a polite kiss on her hand.

Once Sansa was dressed she made her way to the wierwood Arya liked to sleep by. Nymeria was with her and for a moment Sansa felt jealous, she missed Lady, but there was nothing to be done about it. Nymeria propped her head up and yawned, there was blood on her muzzle. Arya sat up and tilted her head with Nymeria in question. Sansa had to smile, Arya and Nymeria had been separated by an ocean for years but they still moved in sync with each other.

“I was hoping we could spend some time together before you leave.”

Arya sat up and tossed a twig into the flames motioning for Sansa to join her by the campfire she had built.

“Have you decided to listen to Ser Gendry?” Sansa asked gently.

Arya frowned. “Possibly, I don’t want to admit it but that idiot was right. I’ve turned into Tywin or Cersei. But if that’s what I have to do to keep everyone safe I’ll do it.”

Sansa grasped her sisters’ hands. “Listen to him. You do not need to kill everyone. Daenerys already agreed to revoke their lands and titles, all you have to do is get the hostages out.”

“And kill anyone who had something to do with the Red Wedding.” She said back coldly.

“Arya, you don’t have to keep killing. You’re family is back.” Sansa tried to cajole her sister but Arya shrugged her off and stood.

“Blood for blood, I won’t wipe them out entirely, but I will kill Walder Frey and any son who took part.” She said angrily and stomped away. Sansa sighed and rose to return to her tent. Arya needed to cool down, and then they could speak calmly.

Harry was awake a dressing, he reached over and kissed her deeply before letting go with a smile. “What shall we do today?”

“We need to figure out what to do with Lord Baelish with the others.”Sansa said stepping away from him so that he might take the situation seriously. Harry sighed and sat down holding her gaze.

“You should have told the Lords of the Vale how your aunt truly died.”

“If I told them now it would sound like a falsehood, they would turn against me and accuse me of being complicit. Lysa was mad and she would have killed me, Petyr did what he had to.”

“What about what Lysa said, about the tears and the letter?” Harry asked

“I don’t want to condemn him on the ravings of a madwoman. It would be best is Daenerys appointed him to a position across the narrow sea.” Sansa said as she mulled over the situation.

Harry groaned. “Or we could just have him killed, gods know your sister would be happy enough to do it.”

Sansa rubbed her hands together with worry, she wanted to avoid violence, especially if it meant Arya descending further into her violent tendencies.“Arya’s done enough, we can’t just use her when it’s convenient. She’s not an assassin anymore, she’s a lady.”

“I think she would argue with you on that point.” Harry said as he reached for her and pulled her into his lap. He kissed the nape of her neck and held her tight. He wasn’t trying to lay with her only comfort her and Sansa leaned into the kiss.

“We should discuss this with Daenerys and Tyrion, get an outside opinion.” Harry said as trailed kisses along her neck while Sansa nodded in agreement. She kissed him back and let him run his hands up towards her chest. She would have lay with him if it were not for someone calling for them from outside. Harry leaned his head back and groaned while Sansa laughed and kissed his nose. They both straightened their clothes and allowed their visitor in.

Mya strolled in and shot them both a mirthful grin. “Did I interrupt something?” She asked with a suggestive wink that made Sansa blush and Harry laugh. Mya served herself some wine and made herself at home.

“Rickon wants to take his new brother-in-law on a hunt. Lanna is walking about with Arya and the Queen, they invited us to join. Don’t leave me alone with these people.”

Sansa smiled, Mya actually enjoyed the company of all those people she just knew that Sansa wanted to spend more time with her sister. “Of course. Will you be wearing that?” Sansa said motioning to Mya’s leathers.

Mya let out a groan and Sansa was reminded of her sister, “We will be walking with the Queen and the future Lady of the Rock.” Sansa said with an inclination of her head.

“Only because Arya is wearing one, the Queen insisted and she always listens.” Sansa felt a twinge of jealousy at how close Daenerys was to Arya, they were always whispering in each other’s ears and laughing at some private joke. Mya strolled out and called back loudly behind her. “It will give you and your husband time to fuck again.”

Sansa blushed furiously while Harry rolled on the ground laughing as they heard the men of the camp cheer lustily. Sansa stepped out, ignoring the men, and scooped up some ice that she threw at her ridiculous husband who cried out when some of the ice ran down his shirt. He got up and gave Sansa a dangerous look that made her flee outside while he followed closely behind. She screamed when he tossed snow at her head and kicked some in his direction. Harry caught up with her quickly dragging her down to the snow laughing. He kissed and tickled her while she shoved snow on his head screaming in delight. They stopped when Nymeria and Ghost landed on them lapping up the snow from their faces. Rickon and Shaggy-dog landed on them with a war cry from her brother who tossed a large snowball at Harry while Jon looked on laughing beside Arya, Lanna, Aegon and the Queen. Lanna dragged Arya into the fray and Mya joined in, possibly with the intent to ruin her dress. Jon tossed a snowball at Aegon’s face and Danerys laughed. Daenerys bent over to try and make a snowball but it fell apart in her hands and she glared at the snow as if she were about to command it to hold its shape. Jon showed her how to make a snowball while Arya shoved snow down the shirt of their future king who was cursing and laughing.

Harry held Sansa close and whispered battle plans in her ear and Sansa felt giddy, she had not played since Winterfell and for a moment she felt her family was whole. Arya appeared with a bucket filled with snow and dumped it on their heads before running towards Jon with a wicked laugh. Sansa saw the happy wild girl that she had grown up with and felt joy. Beneath the murderous intent and the assassin training her sister was still there. Underneath the rage there was still a chance for her to live a happy life. Sansa noticed Gendry and Willas watching from the sidelines with a small smile and was grateful for his presence. Gendry had brought Arya back from the brink and even if her sister didn’t know it, he was a good influence. Mya invited them to join but they both shook their head, Willas pointed towards his leg and Gendry simply walked away. The tussle in the snow stopped when Lanna sneezed and Arya fretted over her. The two were close and Sansa felt jealous, Arya and Lanna had known each other for years in Braavos, they acted like sisters. Arya hustled Lanna away and the rest dispersed still smiling.

Sansa and Harry went back into their tent to change out of their wet clothes. Harry used the opportunity to “warm” her up with some quick and sweet love making. They changed quickly and he ran out to join Rickon and Jon on their hunt kissing her on his way out.

Sansa joined the queen and her company by the wierwood, they were laughing at a rowdy joke Mya was making. Mya was wearing a blue velvet dress Sansa had made for her a year ago when she was still Alayne Stone. She looked very pretty and Lanna was braiding her short hair into a cute bun. Arya was wearing a white dress with grey direwolves embroidered along the shoulders, a gift from the Queen no doubt. Daenerys was braiding her hair and Sansa wanted to nudge the Queen aside and take her place with her sister. Instead she curtsied gracefully and sat on a cloak that had been laid out for her. Missandei was bundled up in furs and sat close to the fire, it never snowed in Naath.

“We’re discussing embarrassing sex stories, do you have any to add?” Lanna asked with a playful wink. Sansa stiffened while the other ladies waited.

“I’m happy to say Harrold hasn’t given me cause to add to this conversation.” Sansa said politely.

“What about you Arya?” Mya said taking the attention off Sansa.

Arya thought for a moment and Sansa was horrified that her sister had given up her maidenhead. “I had a job where a man liked young girls, showed up like a gift wrapped present. gelded him before I killed him.”

Lanna slapped Arya on the shoulder, “That isn’t the kind of story that we wanted.”

“It’s the only kind I have, I still have my maidenhead.” She added looking at Sansa who sighed with relief.

“Well get to it, gods know Gendry would be more than happy to help.” Lanna teased while Arya blushed furiously.

“Shut up stupid, like I’d ever waste my time with that kind of crap!”

Mya and Lanna laughed at her reaction while Daenerys had the good grace to cover her smile with her sleeve. Arya stood and Sansa feared that she would stomp away again when Danerys asked her to sit again. Arya pouted and sat angrily obeying her queen.

Sansa watched closely as Daenerys calmed Arya and continued to twist and braid her hair to the side weaving blue ribbons as she went along. “Have you decided on a name?” Daenerys asked Sansa kindly.

“If they’re boys Eddard and Robert. If they are girls Catelyn and Lyarra.” Sansa said happily as she ignored the envious feelings she held towards the queen.

“Good names,” Arya said as she brushed Nymeria’s fur.

“I was hoping to speak to the Queen about an issue I’m having. It’s slightly personal.” Sansa said looking towards the other women present.

“I trust Missandei and Arya with everything, Lanna will learn about whatever we speak of from either Arya or her father, and I think you trust Mya.” Daenerys said, the other women kept to their seats and Sansa fidgeted.

“It concerns Lord Baelish.” Sansa started hesitantly.

“Father hates him, he says that Baelish framed him for the attempted assassination of your brother.” Lanna said to Arya who suddenly focused on the conversation. Sansa did not know about the assassination attempt and listened closely as Lanna spoke of a Valyrian steel dagger that had found its way into the would-be assassin’s hands after Tyrion lost it in a bet to Petyr. Sansa felt a huge wave of dread and Nymeria licked her fingers in an attempt to comfort her.

“That wasn’t all, he killed my aunt Lysa. She was trying to kill me and she was raving about tears for Jon Arryn and letters for mother.” Sansa went into depth about the ravings of Lysa and her past relationship with Petyr. She also told them of her suspicions, Petyr’s plans to kill Harry and marry her placing himself in control of the Vale, the North and possibly the Riverlands. Arya’s expression darkened with each passing word.

“The tears of Lys would have killed Jon Arryn, in an older victim it would appear like a simple stomach bug and fever took them. Obviously Lysa wrote a letter to mother to throw suspicion towards the Lannisters. Petyr orchestrated the war of the Five Kings to bring three great houses to their knees under his power, vengeance for humiliating him and keeping him from our mother. He dies.”

“Arya he saved me.” Sansa pleaded, hoping to draw her sister back from the darkness.

“So did the Hound, saved you from the mob and me from the Freys, yet I left him to his long and painful death.” Arya said with a cold look in her eyes that sent chills down Sansa’s spine. “We fought side by side, but I didn’t forget Mycah. He begged me for a quick death and I left him to suffer.” Sansa felt as if an icy cold grip had taken hold of her heart. Arya glared at her with all the rage and anger she had after the butcher-boy died. Her sister was all cold fury and it scared Sansa almost as much as the corpse that had her mothers face.

“We have to deal with the hostage situation in the Twins and I need you to rally your house. You can have your vengeance after the situation in the North is dealt with.” Daenerys said finishing Arya’s braid. “Then you can kill him, or we can have a public execution so that the world knows what he has done. Whichever you prefer.”

“So long as I swing the sword.” Arya said in agreement. The cold rage left her eyes and there was nothing there but chilling apathy.

“Your brother’s cute, but broody. Do you mind if I play with him?” Lanna asked drawing the conversation away and lightening the expression on Arya’s face to playful outrage. “Stupid! He’s not a toy.”

“But he blushes so prettily whenever I flirt.” Lanna said with a laugh and the conversation flowed again.

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Harrold came back later that day helping Jon carry a large boar, the wolves hopped around them but Shaggy-dog kept them in line. Harry had a few snow fox pelts tied to his belt and handed the pelts to one of his men to salt and tan. He promised the pelts to sansa for a future cloak and kissed her check. They went back to their tent and Sansa told him about her conversation with the queen.

“Your sister agreed to handle the situation. Don’t worry about it anymore. The maester said to avoid stress, twins can strain your body.” Harry said when Sansa updated him on the situation. “I’ll tell Waynwood and Royce to keep an eye on him and monitor his correspondence. He’ll be arrested for the attempt on your brother’s life and plotting the murder of Jon Arryn. I don’t want you to think about it anymore.” Harry said sitting her down next to him. Sansa nervously wrung her hangs and he stopped her by laying her down and holding her.

“We are not moving from this spot until you calm down.” He said forcefully

“We have to, Arya and Jon will be leaving soon. I have to see them off.” Sansa tried to wriggle away but he held firm.

“Then calm down.” He said as he tightened his grip.

“She’s a lady, my little sister, she shouldn’t be killing anyone.” Sansa relaxed into his embrace and held his hand.

“Your sister is about as much a lady as I am. She looks pretty in a dress, a skill I can’t claim, but she has killed more men than I have. You don’t need to protect her.”

“I never did, not even when we were girls. I tried to get her to be more lady like. To help her with her studies.” Sansa said tears pricking at her eyes. “We’re too different, I can’t reach her.”

“She loves you, she wouldn’t have threatened me if she didn’t” Sansa looked up at him and Harry smiled. “First night she showed up, when I was naked by the wierwood she held a dagger to my manhood and told me that if I ever hurt you that no one would find my body, only my manhood lying in a puddle of blood. I was so drunk and afraid I almost pissed myself. Especially since her damn wolf was there watching me like I was her next meal. No one would do that for someone that they don’t love.”

Sansa laughed into his chest and Harry admonished her. “Honestly you Starks have terrible senses of humor, does danger towards my manhood really amuse you so much.” Sansa continued to laugh with relief, her sister was not completely lost to her.

Harry had some tea brought for Sansa and made her finish it before going with her to see her brother and sister off. He walked with her towards the end of the camp and saw Arya storm out of the stables with Nymeria and a horse in tow. Gendry walked out a few moments afterwards with his own horse. He saw Sansa and bowed.

“Lord and Lady Arryn.”

“Ser Gendry,” Sansa greeted him and he continued on his way. “Wonder what that was about,” Sansa said as she watched Arya avoid contact with him.

“Assassin or no your sister is still a girl.” Harrold said with a smile. “She might not acknowledge it, but she is aware of him.”

“It would be a good match if he becomes the lord of the Stormlands.” Sansa said pensively and Harrold laughed.

“Leave them be love, best not to meddle with those two.” Harry kissed her nose and nudged her towards the departing party. Tyrion called out to her and she joined the Lannisters.

“Sweet Sansa, look at what my lovely daughter made for my departure.” Tyrion said as he displayed his red scarf and cap. Lanna, who was normally confident and flirtatious, blushed shyly at her fathers’ compliments. Tyrion pulled the cap over his ears and wound the long scarf about his neck.

“I told you I would make you another one.” Lanna said tugging on the scarf. “I’ve gotten better at knitting and this thing is too long. You’ll get it caught in a branch and hang yourself.”

Sansa giggle while Harry laughed at that last comment. Tyrion waved away her concerns. “Nonsense, I wouldn’t trade your first gift for all the gold in Lannisport.”

The lady Tysha bent over and adjusted Tyrion’s scarf so that it was not dragging behind him. Sansa smiled, Tyrion deserved to be loved and she was happy for him.

“Stay safe Lord Lannister.” Sansa said with a graceful bow. Tyrion smilled at her and kissed her hand. “You too sweet Sansa. Baelish will not abandon his plans just because you are not within reach. Arya wants to ride to the Vale afterwards and deal with him, I may be inclined to join her.” He whispered.

Sansa and Harry continued on their path to where Arya and Jon were. They had separated from the main host so their wolves would not bother the rest of the mounts. Daenerys and Aegon were with them, along with Willas Tyrell who greeted them amicably. He was sitting on the ground sketching Ghost. Harry went to greet Jon while Sansa approached Willas.

“I did not know you drew.” She said as she looked down at his sketch of Ghost.

“Not often, I find that I have less time for it, but I couldn’t resist.” He said motioning towards the direwolves.

“I’d never seen a dire wolf before, exceptional breed with a variety in coat colors. The illustrations in the bestiary at High Garden do them no justice. There are plenty of illustrations of dragons, I even made a few of my own. But not enough of the wolves. And the wierwoods are a good subject for drawing, each face is unique.” Willas said in an excited animated voice that Sansa had not heard before.

“Your sister told me that you enjoy breeding animals.”

“Very much so. It’s fascinating how changeable hounds are after only a few generations. The variations along make them the most moldable species. I believe that they are descendants of wolves. When you look at how different each breed is you wonder at how so much change happened over such a short amount of time. Direwolves on the other hands don’t seem to breed with normal wolves even if they hunt together. Nymeria led a large pack and never whelped a litter. Ghost is a fascinating specimen, I have never seen a mute wolf or hound, let alone an albino. Was your wolf….” Willas trailed off and looked at her apologetically. “I’m sorry my lady. I forget myself. Often times my brothers tell me that I ramble worse than any maester.”

Sansa smiled at him. “No offense given Lord Tyrell. Lady was a gentle creature, although she did not grow into adulthood. She had coloring lighter than Nymerias and yellow eyes. Lady was the smallest of the litter and the gentlest. She never bit anyone and did not like to play fight like the others. Arya promised me a pup if Nymeria ever whelped. ” Sansa said watching the other wolves tussle.

“It almost gives credence to the old saying the kennel master told me. When you bond with a hound they become a reflection of you. Perhaps it’s the same for your wolves. They do seem similar to their owners.”

“We aren’t their owners”, Sansa gently corrected him. “We are their pack.”

Willas stared at her for a moment with a strange expression. Sansa was about to ask him what was wrong when Harry called her over. She excused herself and Willas thanked her for the company.

“What did Willas want?” Harry asked looking over at the other man still sketching.

“To ask me about Lady, he wanted to add his drawings of the direwolves to his bestiary.”

“Ah,” Harry said with a relieved smile.

“Were you jealous.” Sansa smiled wickedly and he laughed.

“Hardly, he’s a cripple with more interest in scrolls than women.” He said with a scoff.

Sansa frowned at him, “Don’t be unkind, it’s unworthy of you.”

“He is a cripple and a scholar. It was not an insult, just a statement of fact.” Harry said with a shrug of his shoulders. Sansa sighed and went to her sister who was speaking to Rickon.

“I want to go! They need to pay and I should be the one to bury my axe in Walder Freys head!” Rickon demanded. Arya stood firm and looked him in the eyes. “It’s my kill to make, I was there when it happened. You can kill the Boltons or the Whitehills.

Rickon stomped his foot “I want to kill the Freys!”

“Mother says you are to stay.” Arya said tilting her head up and holding her ground. “She’s coming with me. Will you deny her? It was her throat they cut. I think it should be her decision.”

Rickon kicked the ground in front of him petulantly until Arya placed her hand on his shoulder. “I know, believe me I know the rage. I promise you we will have vengeance, I’ll even bring you a gift.”

“No, a gift for the gods.” Rickon said suddenly calm. “Tribute for success.”

Arya had a cold look in her eyes and nodded. “A gift for the gods”

Sansa suddenly felt a chill and looked behind her. Lady Stone Heart had arrived with the brotherhood. She was veiled but Sansa still felt her gaze. She clutched Harry’s arm in fear and he held her tight. Arya noticed and shot Sansa a glare before going over to the lady. She spoke excitedly to the Lady with Rickon and Sansa looked away.

“Don’t be afraid.” Jon said “She’s no danger to you.”

“Just to my mother’s memory.” Sansa said bitterly.

Jon smiled sadly at her, “She is not long for this world. She returned with a purpose, once Frey and Bolton pay she will have no reason to exist here. Let Arya enjoy her while she can.”

Sansa looked at her brother who had saddled his horse. “I thought you were staying?”

“I want to see this through, make sure Arya doesn’t go over the edge.” Jon said looking at his sister. “Gendry isn’t enough, the Lady isn’t enough, I hope I am.”

Sansa clutched Jon’s hand and looked him in the eyes, “Thank you, she needs us. I look at her sometimes and I do not recognize the woman she has become.”

Jon patted her hand and nodded, “I will do what I can, but you know Arya has always done things her own way. Father was the only one who could change her mind when it was set.”

“It’s not nice to speak about someone when their backs are turned.” Arya said from behind them.

Sansa turned and tried to apologize but Arya held her hand up. “I’m not some feral monster, I know what I’m doing and just because it doesn’t fit with what you want for me doesn’t make me wrong. I kill people, deal with it.” Arya mounted her horse and rode off. The horn sounded and Arya rode ahead of the party to address the men.

“The Freys will pay for what they have done to our men, for breaking guest rights. The Old Gods will not forgive their sins and neither will I. Whatever happens at the Twins I want you all to remember that you are my men, my father’s men, Stark men. I hold you to a higher standard than all others, you will not run amok and dishonor the North. If I find out that any of you have killed a child or taken an unwilling woman I will personally geld you and feed your manhood to Nymeria and the Old Gods.”

The men fell silent as Arya glared at them.

“Do your house and land honor, you are men of the North, blood of the first men. Do not dishonor my father’s memory or my brother’s. Now move!” Arya urged her horse forward and the men followed.

Jon hugged her goodbye and rode off, the Lady Stoneheart waved goodbye and Sansa tentatively waved back. The Lady rode away and Rickon followed atop Shaggy-dog. Sansa waited for him to return but that did not happen until the sun had set.

“She promised me his heart and head.” Rickon said smiling when he returned. “It will be tribute for the Old Gods.”

Sansa smiled nervously and let him hug her. What had become of her family?

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