#takes her out in public and raised her to be the strong woman she actually did turn out to be

[emperorcartagia]

it makes sense that refa had a family with kids and a wife given his status, but making senna a character and having her role be what it is really makes their story tragic as fuck. his family so easily could have never been heard from again after his death, but londo taking senna in out of guilt is so fucking. sad. lol

#and im not gonna be out here woobifying refa of all fucking characters #but i do think he was a good family man. good centauri with a happy home life #and i do think he loved senna #and he died when she was like 15 or something like that so he spent quite some time watching her grow up #she didnt know what he was up to #lords had to do what they had to do #and it makes sense for refa to come home and be good to his family after being shitty to everyone else #hes self serving and the people he decides are worth caring about are going to get His Special Attention #and that includes his little girl #a whole ass teenage girl orphaned is so heart wrenching. a family that loved her. #a nurturing family life is already so rare on centauri prime #like please babylon 5 there was abolutely zero reason to make refa ??? sad ?????????? like dont make me feel upset over him #he doesnt deserve it #but im such a sucker for a weird fucking horrible asshole who has a soft spot for his daughter.. #proud of her despite the centauri clearly favoring male children #takes her out in public and raised her to be the strong woman she actually did turn out to be #all for him to die brutally which im not saying he didnt deserve bc he did #but londo rly did do all that bc he thought he killed adira lmfao. no wonder why he took senna in #literally nobody is puttjng this much thought into refa but me. i need to get help

[catt-leya]

Omg hi!!

I just had an idea for a fic, and I know your requests are closed, but I’ll forget about it if I don’t ask it immediately😭

So please ignore it till you feel like writing again lol (if you want to write it ofc!!)

So I was just thinking (i don’t think you’ve actually written that already) about a fic where it’s reader that’s in the place of Michonne when Jadis says that she wanna lay with Rick😭.

And again sorry for submitting it now 💖

I Dare You || Rick Grimes 18+

Hey sweetheart 👉🏼👈🏼💗 I'm sorry it took me so long but as promised I haven't forgotten about your request 🤭💗 I hope you like what I've done with your great request sweetie 💗💗💗

Warnings: handjob, semi public, claiming, dirty talk...

You wander back and forth in front of the gate. For minutes you can't stand still and keep looking at the road.

She has to arrive sometime. She has announced herself, but who knows what's going on in her head.

You're about to start pacing back and forth again when you hear your boyfriend behind you call out in amusement, "What are you doing?"

With a furrowed brow, you turn to Rick, "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm walking around."

With his hands on his hips, he raises an eyebrow, "That looks more like you're trying to burn a path into the ground."

Snorting, you narrow your eyes and tug your shirt into place. 

No you correct. 

Rick's shirt you knotted in the front.

He'd never admit it out loud, but he likes it as much as you do when you wear his clothes.

Even now you feel his gaze on you and because he's looking at you in a very certain way, you feel a little better until he says, "She's coming."

Quickly you turn around and see the cars in the distance.

Gritting your teeth hard, you make a turn to Rick, who grins broadly at you, "You don't like her, huh?"

You hiss, "Sure I like her. After all, who wouldn't hit the roof with joy if another woman made such an open pass at their boyfriend, and probably still negotiated to fuck said boyfriend? Sure, it's a dream come true for anyone."

Rick's grin only widens, and you stomp over to him as you hear the gate open.

Annoyed, you hiss beside him, "It was enough for me that Negan made a pass at you. But I'd like to spit in that woman's face."

Rick laughs raucously and goosebumps cover your entire body. This man is so fucking attractive and sometimes it pisses you off.

It's not that you don't trust Rick, but you don't trust Jadis, and unfortunately, you're also insecure as fuck.

The fear that Rick might break your heart this way is omnipresent and even when he puts his arm around you and whispers, "Relax. You know I only want you." You can't relax.

You bite your tongue right now to keep from muttering, "And Jadis only wants you."

You need Jadis and her people and maybe it's not even that bad that she wants something from your boyfriend if it will get you somewhere, but when she walks up to you and doesn't even dignify you with a glance and instead undresses the man next to you with her eyes, you almost throw up.

When it's over today, you know full well that Rick is going to tease you about it, but you still put your hand possessively on his chest.

You stab Jadis with your gaze as she and Rick talk about the plan. 

Holy shit, she's pretty and strong. Just the kind of thing Rick likes.

Your fingers dig into his torso and Rick presses you harder against his side. He knows it's nothing personal and you're just scared. Fear that he would like to take away from you, but he doesn't know how.

Silence falls for a moment and only now does Jadis look directly at you, "Yours?"

She nods in Rick's direction, who frowns at the question, but before he can intervene, your hand slides to his belt, where you slip your fingers through the belt loops and answer loudly with your chin up, "Rick's mine."

Surprised that you would lay claim to him so directly, he stares at you. 

You've always been a strong and indomitable woman, but right now you're ready to cut this woman's hands off should she so much as touch Rick with the tip of her pinky finger.

Unimpressed, Jadis shrugs, "I'll lay with him."

You wouldn't believe what she just let out. 

Even Rick is too irritated to answer directly, and you tear yourself away from him to stand in front of him and glare at Jadis.

Fucking hell, the woman is so tall that you have to look up at her from below, and that bothers you immensely. 

But instead of backing away, you take another step toward her and hiss, "Rick. Is. Mine." You spit each word at her feet and then put your hands on your hips, "If you so much as touch him. Shit, if you even just look at him like you could have him, he's for sure, the last thing you'll see."

You don't care that everyone is staring at you now, "I'm the one getting fucked by him and I swear to you, I'll be the only and last one. So squeeze your legs together and fulfill your end of the bargain."

There might be something like respect flashing in her eyes, but you can't quite tell because Rick grabs you by the waist from behind and pulls you against his body.

Your feet dangle in the air and you hiss, "Let go of me."

But instead he calls out to Michonne and says to Jadis, "You two can discuss everything."

Struggling, you try to wriggle out of his arms as he turns and carries you away from Jadis.

With tears in your eyes, you whine, "Rick! This is degrading! Put me down!"

His warm body is comfortable against your back and even his strong arms around your waist do good, but you know that having him carry you around like a doll doesn't exactly support your point of view.

Unfortunately for you, he can and does carry you like a doll, and there's little you can do about it as he sets you down in front of a wall not far from the others and you immediately whirl around to him, "Why did you do that?"

You have to look up at him, too, but with him it doesn't bother you at all. You even like the size difference.

However, right now this ensures that he can completely shield you from the others and you no longer have Jadis in view.

Rick positions himself in front of you in such a way that you press your breasts against his body every time you take a breath, and because he's propped up against the wall behind you to the left and right of your head, you're as if trapped in a cage. 

Granted, it's a pretty nice cage, but still you're FORCED to stay put as he mutters, "You would have gone for her throat and in the end you would regret it because we need her. Her and her people."

He's lowered his head a bit and looks at you languidly as you shrug, "I regret not doing it already. Damn, she wanted to fuck you and she just says it to my face. That fucking who-" Quickly Rick puts his lips on yours to interrupt your words.

Reflexively, you return the kiss and whimper softly as he bites your lower lip, "I would never have gotten involved and you know it, darlin'."

His dark curls brush your cheek as he licks lightly across your jaw, "I love you and you can trust me."

Your jealousy is irrational and you know it, but you'd much rather Rick not be adored by so many. It's tiring and makes you quite venomous at times.

Sighing, you drop your head against the wall and mutter, "I know."

Slowly but steadily, his nearness and his lips on your neck soothe you. 

The anger coupled with fear slowly fades into the background and as his beard scrapes your neck and his tongue runs along your pulse, you breathe softly, "We should go back."

But you don't budge a bit and he only lift his head briefly to get to the other side of your neck.

Switching sides, you catch a glimpse over his shoulder and can see Jadi's eyes fixed firmly on you as Michonne talks to her.

Without taking your eyes off her, you lift a hand to Rick's curls and he hums in satisfaction as you press his head tighter against your neck and gasp softly. 

So much for 'we should get back’.

From Rick's body and feeling like you have something to prove, you slide your other hand between you and reach for Rick's belt.

His objection is a weak, "Don't."

But he doesn't stop you either as you undo the belt and pull it out of the loops in an exaggerated manner. 

Rick barely catches how you continue to stare at Jadis and stick your arm out to the side, letting it fall to the floor in front of her.

You don't care that you're using Rick to make a point and what it would mean for the deal with Jadis. 

But Rick was never part of the deal and doesn't seem to mind you shoving your hand down his pants. 

Quite the opposite, in fact. 

He presses his hips harder against your hand as you gently cup his semi-hard cock and he bites your shoulder.

"Darlin'," his voice is rough and deeper than usual, and you feel his whole body tense. Not in the uncomfortable way he did when he bowed to Negan or when he had a tough decision to make.

Now his body is tensed to the utmost as he elicits soft sounds of arousal from you as you jerk him off. Light as a feather, you slide your thumb over his tip and jerkily he presses harder against you, moaning against your neck, "You don't have to do this."

"I want to, though," your words come purring from your lips and Rick lifts his head. 

Now you can't see Jadis, but you know she's continuing to watch you. She can't see that you have your hand down his pants, but she can think it to herself from a distance and it makes your whole body get all hot.

Especially now that Rick is looking at you from half-closed eyes and your neck is on fire from his kisses. 

Rick has left enough evidence on your neck to show who he wants, and when he moans your name and bites down hard on his bottom lip, you're the one who leans in and starts sucking on his neck.

His cock in your hand twitches and you breathe, "That's it. Imagine it's my pussy. You want my pussy, don't you?"

"Fuck, yeah," his voice breaks a little at the end and your hand in his pants slides faster down his shaft, "You could fuck me dumb and I'd thank you for it."

An "Shit" slips from his lips and you stand on tiptoes to reach his lips. 

They feel plump and soft on yours, and because they're so swollen, they glow unmistakably red in his gray beard.

The kiss is sluggish and uncontrolled because he can't concentrate on it while you press against him in such a way that every time your hand reaches the bottom of his shaft, the fabric of his pants pushes his tip against your stomach. 

Sloppy, he tries to give you a proper kiss, but it only turns you on more as he steadily loses control and suddenly moans, "I want to fuck you. Turn around. I want your cunt."

Giggling, you pull away from him and shake your head, "No."

Gently squeezing his cock, Rick winces, "Come on. I know you're wet because you're jerking me off and I want my cock between your thighs."

His words are anything but clear and concise because his tongue is heavy with arousal, but you shake your head, "I'm not going to let you fuck me in front of everyone."

The thought turns you on, but you just want to make your point and not give Jadis free porn right away.

Again Rick thrusts his hips at you and starts fucking your hand. In a husky voice, he growls, "I could just take you. You know that, right?"

The dominant nature of Rick, hits a very specific nerve in you every time, but you persevere, "Hmmm that's true, but I also know you always take my 'no' seriously."

Your sex games can get a little intense at times and Rick likes to test out how far he can go and where your limits are. But he accepts a 'no' without exception, as he does now.

Sluggishly he nods and as a reward you pull his cock out of his pants and ask, "Do you want to cum on my belly, Rick?"

He nods again and his curls slide forward as you pull your shirt up to your breasts and offer him your bare belly.

His cock has swollen to its full size in your hand, and Rick grabs your neck and presses it hard against the wall as you gasp breathlessly, "Do it for me, Rick."

He looks up from his cock in your hand and his wild gaze darts across your face as you feel his cock twitch and he immediately lowers his gaze again.

Unable to take your eyes off him, you stare at him as his mouth hangs open and his bright eyes lock onto your stomach as you feel his warm cum on your skin.

It runs down your belly and Rick's heavy body almost collides with yours before you can hold him back by the shoulder: "Watch it. You'll get yourself soaked."

He looks at you in disbelief, "You're worried about that? And what about you? You look like I treated you like a cheap whore."

Grinning broadly at him as you straighten your shirt, the stains on it hard to mistake or miss, with Rick looking like he does right now. 

Sluggish and with puffy lips, people don't have to use much imagination to know what you've done.

"Good.", your cockiness still surprises him, even though you've been together for so long, and also how high you can carry your nose, with his cum on your belly.

Together you go back to Jadis and the others and of course she immediately sees the spots and you hiss sharply, "I dare you to hit on him again."

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[3mcwriting]

Any Fan's Dream, Part 10

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.

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You grabbed the bags containing your clothes, pulling them out of the luggage compartment. Once you had all your belongings, you exited the jet, you following Tony, while Natasha followed behind you. 

You looked around, taking in the foreign surroundings with interest as you ventured toward the building Tony had just entered. You were lucky to have been captivated by the unfamiliar area, mind finally straying from the situation it had been stuck on for the last few hours. 

The distraction was welcomed, anything better than the nerves that had wracked you since your attempt at consolation with Steve.

 "Hey," Natasha's voice caught your attention, you looked at the woman. 

 "Hey," you responded readily. You adjusted the strap of your duffel, accidentally making it more uncomfortable and causing you to switch it to your other shoulder. 

The two of you walked into the building, the pristine lobby your first impression of the hotel. It was beautiful, the architecture, the large windows, everything was jaw-dropping. Peculiarly, it was an empty room. That was weird because such a bougie place should be crawling with rich people.

The only person you could see was the clerk at the desk. He was busy conversing with Tony, you assumed that Tony was checking all of you in.

"Uh, where is everyone?" you asked Natasha, perplexed by the emptiness.

"Everyone?" Natasha looked at you curiously, before she realized what you meant. "Oh, Tony owns this hotel. He closed it for the month so that we could stay here without worrying about the public or the the press."

"He owns this place?" 

Really, you shouldn't have been surprised. Tony was rich-rich and you knew he had more than enough money to own a hotel, but...there had never been any mention of hotels in all your Marvel digging. It was possible you had forgotten something, but you were almost positive that nothing in the MCU had ever stated that Tony owned a hotel.

That unexpected piece of information startled you, making you uneasy at the fact that although you knew an insane amount of the MCU, you only knew the information the movies had given away. You knew nothing about anything that wasn't depicted in the movies. 

"Yep." Natasha said, popping the 'p'. "We should go pick our rooms."

You followed her, looking around with newfound appreciation as you did so. 

~~

You placed your luggage on the floor beside the large wardrobe, setting the bags down unceremoniously. You looked at the large room, well, it wasn't actually that large when compared to the other hotel rooms, but it was still about 3 times the size of your bedroom.

It was a pretty room. Large bed, elegant furniture, beautiful windows that looked out over a gorgeous courtyard. The walls a pale gray with gentle wisps of blue, green, and purple, flowing softly across the walls like a colorful breeze. 

Despite the peaceful surroundings, the charming room, and the birds chirping outside of the window, your mind was in a whirlwind. 

The cause of your mental unrest?

Your earlier talk with Steve.

He had been sad, of course he had been, it wasn't easy to lose someone you loved. 

Just the thought of him made your thoughts go back to the talk.

~~

You looked at the mourning man, gaze sweeping over his form. "I-" you stopped as Steve's piercing eyes raised to meet yours. You were painfully out of your depth, hesitant and unsure about what to say and how to act.

Swallowing, you continued, "I'm- I, I just think that today the whole world should mourn, because one of the greatest, strongest, people on this planet is gone, and she left a tremendous mark on so many people."

Some of those people weren't even in her universe and she managed to inspire them. You were, by no means, the only woman from your world to find solace and strength in the wonderful woman.

"She was...amazing." You meant every word you were saying. "The kind of person people aspire to be."

Your voice lowered, speaking at barely a murmur. "The kind of person I aspire to be."

"She was so...wonderful," he spoke, looking past you like he was watching his memories play out behind you. "Peggy had an unshakable sense of courage, one that was backed up by her stubbornness. She always did what she thought was right, shaking off anyone else's attempts at making her do something she knew was wrong. Her bravery...you know she was the reason I managed to do all that I did?"

You nodded, you knew that. You remembered how she had encouraged Steve to make a difference, not let the government use him as a corny advertisement for money. She helped forge the real Captain America. Without her, he might never have become that person, that hero, and that would've led to a world without Cap, allowing Hydra to win, and leading the world to ruin.

"She pushed me," he looked down, eyes on his fingers. "If she hadn't been there, I never would've become anything more than the government's dancing monkey. She made me better...without Peggy, I would've never accomplished what I did."

Steve met your eyes, sorrow in his eyes. "I...I loved her. I still do." He looked around. "But I'm too late. I was too damn late. And now I'm alone." 

His voice cracked at the end, broken like his heart. He choked back a sob, unwilling to break down in front of you. You could see the glassy sheen of his eyes, you knew what he was doing. Your heart ached for the man who had done so much and lost everything from his time, to his love. 

You didn't know if it was your place, and you knew that in this world, you shouldn't know what you did. But that didn't stop the words that came out of your mouth. "She loved you, too." 

"Her loss is horrible, and painful, and a cruel ending." You stared at him, willing yourself to meet his eyes. "But you are not alone. So many people care about you, Steve. Please don't forget that."

He smiled weakly, unconvincingly. 

You wanted to say something that would make it all better. But nothing would make it all better. Not your words. Not a hug. Peggy was gone, and you couldn't do anything about that. Steve was heartbroken, grieving, a couple words from you wasn't going to change anything. 

~~

A knock at your door interrupted your thoughts, pulling you away from that moment and back into the present. 

"Come in," you said, grabbing your bag and rifling through it to make it look like you hadn't just been standing there listlessly for the past five minutes. 

Natasha entered your room, watching as you continued to scramble through your luggage. "What're you doing?"

You stood up straight, stopping your actions. "Just looking for my charger."

"It's right there," Natasha pointed to your charger, which was very clearly hanging out of the pocket of your other bag. 

"Oh," you scratched your head, "I'm dumb." 

You grabbed the charger, and turned to plug it into the electrical socket beside the nightstand. You slid your phone out of your pocket, plugging it onto the charger to keep up the charade. 

You turned back to face Natasha. "So...what did you need?" You didn't like that phrasing though, "I mean- not that you would need something. But I was just wondering why you were in here- not that you're not welcome in here, but-" you gave up, knowing you could go on forever if you continued. 

Natasha chuckled, "I came in here to ask if you wanted to eat outrageously over-priced food with me on the outrageously comfy couch, while watching outrageously stupid movies." Each 'outrageously' was spoken with humor, but her offer was sincere.

"Sounds outrageously fun," you replied. "I would be outrageously stupid to deny."

"You are outrageously correct," Natasha commended, then left the room, beckoning you to follow her. 

You did so after a few moments of hesitation.

~~

You and Natasha had claimed one of the suites, one that had two bedrooms(both had its own connected bathroom), a giant living room, and a kitchen so nice you wondered if Gordon Ramsay was going to be cooking. 

Settling onto the large couch, you looked, wide-eyed, at the various plates of food on the coffee table. 

"We're in Vienna," Natasha shrugged, "you might as well get all the native foods." She brightened. "Later, once we finish this, I got all your favorites over there." She pointed to the stack of snacks in the corner, your eyes latching onto the familiar labels and items.

OhmygoshNatashaRomanoffboughtmemyfavoritesnacksahhhhhhshe'ssoamazingIlovehersomuchhhhh!

"This is awesome," you said, sincerely. You were still occupied with if what you had said was the right thing to say to Steve(dammit the whole 'having-no-friends-in-your-home-world' thing was really coming back to bite you in the ass), but Natasha had set up this whole thing and she deserved your full attention.

The two of you spent the next half-hour feasting on the countless delicious dishes Natasha had bought, enjoying every second. There was some horror movie on, the people being stupid(as horror movie people tend to be), and you were yelling at the TV for the idiocy they were displaying. 

Natasha looked over at you as you almost spit out your food when a character made (another) particularly dumb decision. She smiled, glad that you had managed to relax and enjoy the moment. She set her eyes back on the TV screen, a smile crossing her face every time you yelled at the television.

~~

You felt someone shake your shoulder, but ignored them, burrowing deeper into the comfy couch. When they did it again, you shifted, still not getting up. You felt the blanket be pulled off you, but you only cuddled deeper into the couch, not letting something as small as that disturb your beautiful, wonderful, sleep.

You faintly heard something about drastic measures, but your drowsy mind ignored it in favor of sleep.

That was a mistake.

You jolted abruptly, managing to knock yourself off the couch. Laying on the floor, your head pulsing softly with pain, you groaned, cursing the world. 

AC/DC's "Shoot to Thrill" had blasted through the suite, causing your startling wake-up. 

Which meant you knew exactly who had done it.

~~

Natasha snickered, watching in amusement as Tony protested his innocence. You were having none of it, clearly not believing a single word coming out of his mouth. 

"That was AC/DC!" you yelled.

"That doesn't mean it was me!" Tony retorted.

"Props for the prank, but did you really have to choose to wake me up? Why couldn't you just change the sugar and salt like a normal person?" 

"I didn't do it!" Tony again tried to convince you. He turned to look at Natasha for backup, noticing the smile on her face. 

His jaw dropped. "It was you!" he yelled, pointing at the woman with the Cheshire Cat grin.

You looked at Nat, only seeing her face looking faintly amused. "What are you talking about? AC/DC is your thing!"

"And she knew that! She exploited it!

"Uh huh, sure."

Natasha snorted, deciding to cut Tony a break. "It was me."

"Ha! I told you!" Tony triumphant.

Your eyes widened. "How could you? I trusted you. You will pay for this."

Natasha heard the threat. "Do your worst, babe."

"Oh, I will."

And that's why Tony's hotel wouldn't be opening again for three months. A floor had been demolished, all due to a prank war.

~~

You looked around, eyes wide. 

You were there. Standing in the same building you had seen through a television screen countless times before, the building where the Sokovia Accords were to be ratified, with Natasha Romanoff beside you.

Your eyes roved the people, looking for a certain king. 

You were determined to prevent the tragedy that had happened in the movie, unwilling to allow a wise and noble man be killed all in the of revenge. Not even revenge on him. He was just an unlucky death, caught in the crosshairs of a man's rage. 

You walked with Natasha, knowing that she would eventually talk to T'Challa. You really needed to find him before then, though. You were worried about acting too late. 

But you also couldn't tell anyone about the bomb. There was no reason to believe you, and once it happened, all eyes would turn to you in suspicion. 

You couldn't change anything from a prison cell. 

You needed to somehow manage to stop the bomb, or get everyone away from the blast area, all o your own. 

You pondered the thought, wondering if you could just pull the fire alarm, but you didn't think that would work. You needed a plan though, and you needed one quick.

Dread began to build up in you as you looked around and saw the prince approaching you and Natasha, knowing that the moment was getting closer just as he was. You began to chew on your lip nervously, before having to consciously force yourself to stop. You tore your eyes away from the approaching man, trying to make yourself look inconspicuous(you were almost positive you were failing miserably).

T'Challa and Natasha had a talk very similar to the one in the movie, making your nerves rise. There was nothing particularly bad about the conversation, but you couldn't help the panic building as the seconds ticked by and the explosion grew closer. 

How could you stop the explosion?

Countless thoughts flew through your mind, each one discarded almost immediately. You needed a plan. You needed a fucking plan. Panic(which had become a very familiar acquaintance) had your breathing quickening, eyes darting around in a frenzy. 

 You tried to break yourself out of that frenzy when you noticed that the two were looking at you, Natasha worried, and T'Challa confused.

"Are you okay, (y/n)?" Natasha asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

You forced a smile. "Yeah, sorry. It's just- there are so many important people here, what if I do something and get like, arrested for unintentionally insulting a prime minister or something?"

"Umm," you looked at T'Challa, "speaking of important people, it's a pleasure to meet you, your highness."

You wished that you could have the time to fangirl, that the situation was different. But catastrophe was closing in and you couldn't let it hit.

"You too...?" T'Challa responded, prompting you for your name.

"Oh, I'm (y/n)(l/n)."

"(y/n) is Tony's little protégé," Natasha explained, "and a close friend of mine."

Your heart squeezed at that.

Unfortunately, it almost stopped at what you saw next. 

You could see the the king approaching the dais, getting ready for his speech. 

Wait- no. This wasn't supposed to happen. In the movie he approached Natasha too! Oh shit oh shit oh shit-

Sometime in your panicking, you had failed to notice the amount of time passing, which led to this. 

And now you were worried as fuck.

The seconds were ticking by like the timer on a nuke, the metaphor all-too-fitting for the situation. 

You were getting antsy, worried when it was going to happen.

You couldn't take it.

You excused yourself from Natasha and T'halla, telling them that you weren't feeling good.

And then you did it.

You pulled the fire alarm.

Instantaneously, the alarm went out, blaring and flashing red lights across the building. Someone screamed, and people began to panic, mulling around in chaos. You hurried back to see the king looking around in worry, you ran to him, hoping to get him out of there before the explosion.

You were close.

So close.

Then the explosion went off.

And you dove, knocking the podium over in your panic and the king with it. 

There was smoke and yelling and flames, but in a moment, they were gone.

Darkness enveloped you.

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[muertawrites]

omg I saw that little note at the end about you maybe making a fic based off sk8er boi 👀 can’t wait if you decide to write it!!

A Girl You Used to Know (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Word Count: 900 (exactly too??? i'm a fucking witch. not editing this.)

Author's Note: did i watch a nearly 20 year old sims 2 music video for this song to psych myself up for writing this? no shame in admitting i did. is this a direct callout post to all the cheerleader!reader fics polluting this godforsaken hellsite? maybe. we'll see how much hate mail i have to ignore. this one is for my alt babes. we all know eddie would like us better.

"I can't do this anymore."

She blinked, uncomprehending.

"What?"

Eddie huffed. He uncrossed his arms, shoulders hunching, tense. Angry.

"I can't keep... fucking you like I don't feel anything for you. Like you don't get off on the fact that I'm corrupting you or some shit. Sneaking around while you're too ashamed to go out in fucking public with me."

She laughed, and he seethed. The broad actually laughed at him.

"Are you serious?" she quipped. "You're dumping me? You're dumping me. Eddie 'The Freak' is dumping the one girl in Hawkins who can have anyone she wants."

"Yeah," he spat back at her. "I am. And I have a feeling I'm not gonna regret it."

She cackled, waving her manicured hand in his face as if to dismiss him.

"That's so rich!" she cheered. "You really are as dumb as they say. You clearly don't realize how totally out of your league I am. How lucky you are that I even let you kiss me in the first place, let alone take my virginity."

"Well, if I could give it back to you, I would. I don't want any part of you anymore. I'm done being used for whatever sick fetish you're trying to fulfill."

The conversation comes back to him vividly, playing out almost in real time as she approaches him. She's definitely out of place here - blonde hair immaculately curled, pinned back with a pearl barrette, white mini skirt under a powder blue sweater. But she smiles at him all the same, running into his arms like the lover he once thought she was.

"Eddie!" she squeals.

"Bethany," he deadpans. His arms go weak at her sides, falling limp with disdain. Her perfume is way too strong, too musky; he gags on the toxic cloud that envelops him.

"I'm so proud of you!" the little cherub squeaks as they part. "I saw your music video on MTV the other day and just had to come see you! You're, like, a major rockstar now!"

She giggles in the way she thinks is infectious, but is actually just vapid. Empty. A hand raises to her cheek to swipe at a stray curl that's stuck in her lip gloss, and Eddie can't ignore the glint of the diamond on her ring finger.

"I didn't think you liked metal," is all he can bring himself to say.

"What, I can't support an old flame?" she asks, giggling still. The sound grates at the inside of his skull.

"You know I'm married," he blurts.

It's a lie, but she blanches all the same.

"O...Oh?"

Her smile falters and she can't hide it. Head cheerleader, homecoming queen, the princess of Hawkins, Indiana has lost her flawless grace.

"Yeah," Eddie confirms.

"But you don't wear a ring?"

"Looks like you do, though."

Your voice cuts through the backstage din, sidling up next to Eddie and wrapping a protective arm around his waist. He physically calms, melting into your touch as easily as he would a warm shower. He gives your bum an appreciative squeeze, loving your vicious gall against the groupies.

"Bethany," he announces smugly, "this is my girlfriend."

"Pleased to meet you!" You smile, holding out a hand for the woman to shake. She takes it reluctantly, the spread of her lips entirely forced.

"I thought you said you were married," she practically growls.

"Well, common law," you state. "We've lived together for what... a year now? Anyway. You're Bethany! Eddie's told me so much about you." You don't give her the decency of keeping the venom from your tongue. "He actually wrote a song about you!"

She perks up at that, seeing something she can hold against you.

"He did?" she coos. "Oh, he was always such a romantic. Which one was it?"

"It's not released yet," Eddie tells her. "I'm actually letting her do the vocals. She sang the demo and the label loved her too much to let me take over."

He grins proudly, hugging you even closer to his side. Bethany looks like she's going to fucking explode.

"We'll send you an LP when we get the final cut!" you offer. "Here, give us your address."

You hand her a bar napkin and an eyeliner pencil, which she sneers at but accepts. After scribbling down the information, she passes it back to Eddie, who grins as his eyes scan over it.

"Still in good ol' Hawkins," he notes. "And your name's Carver now? You actually married that fucking prick?"

You halfheartedly smack his chest, shaking your head at Bethany.

"Guys like him," you muse. "Can't take them anywhere, can you?"

Your eyes cut into hers like twin chainsaws. She's so worked up she's practically vibrating with resentment.

"Well," she ekes, "it was... wonderful to see you again, Eddie. And to meet your... lovely... girlfriend."

She spits the word like used tobacco.

You and Eddie wait until she's around the corner to collapse into hysterics, leaning against each other for support as you savor her absolute destruction.

A few months later, Bethany drives to the grocery store, her infant son screaming in the back seat. She turns up the radio to drown him out, only for the disc jockey to introduce a familiar name: Corroded Coffin.

The lyrics that flow through her speakers make her grip the steering wheel with white-knuckled rage.

Too bad that you couldn't see,

See the man that boy could be.

There is more than meets the eye.

I see the soul that is inside.

🌹💀get your eddie fix💀🌹

#this fic brought to you by the aggressive canadian way avril says 'sorry' in this song #muerta's works #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x alt!reader #rockstar!eddie #rockstar!eddie munson #corroded coffin #eddie munson

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The camera opens following behind Rosie at a very public market street in Laverre. She taps on the shoulders of two noticeably exhausted people in their forties, the Gagnon parents. Anger briefly flashes on both of their faces before they try to bring back composure.

Mr Gagnon starts hissing. "Au nom de la distorsion, qu'est-ce que tu penses faire, Lu-"

Rosie immediately turns to the camera and, in her usual strong Kalosian accent and a volume that actually matches her exclamation marks for once, cuts the grown man out.

"Bonjour!!!!!! Hello world!!!!!!!!!!!!! My name is Roserade DesViolettes, formerly Sidérella Gagnon, and I am coming to you live with proof that I am not dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What do you have to say to that, mother and father??? Use your words, Galarian style!!!!!! It is how best to spread the word, correct????"

The Gagnons are stumped. The matriarch tries to save it with "We never had an eldest daughter."

"Oh, you did!!!!!! You know you did!!!!!!!!!! And what happened when you found out??? Take a look at this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Rosie takes off her jacket, revealing her back from the dress she is wearing. A massive scar that's obviously tried to heal but never has is revealed.

"I asked you to call me Sidérella then!!!!!!!!! I remember now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And now, I face chronic pain from this and many other mistreatments!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

There is a crowd starting to gather.

"So tell me, did you really have a son??? Did you really raise an oddly mature boy just to break him more than you already had???? Or is there a woman in front of you?????"

.......

After a moment of silence, Antoine turns to violence, only for his hand to be met by Rosie's. "What do you want from me, you freak of nature?" He says through grit teeth.

"I will make you a deal," Rosie grins, but takes a more serious tone, "If you drop out of every political race, I will take an issue off of you both. I do get to choose what issue, though. Otherwise, I take this recording to court and it becomes much harder for you to have any respect."

The parents are baffled. There's an obvious choice here. "Fine," grumbles Antoine, "I will drop out of all runnings, honour of Xerneas at stake."

"....... Care to shake on it????" Rosie reaches hands to both, which they both take.

Thundering magic pulses through the market. Rosie starts glowing pink.

"I make this deal. In return for you being unable to enter a political position, I shall take custody over Luminéon Gagnon."

The two pricks go slack jawed at that, but it's too late, as Rosie says:

"Such is life, ever in the eyes of Xerneas."

And with that, the deal is set.

"You- you cannot do that... She's our property..." Claims the patriarch.

"Actually, issue can mean child, looking at a Galarian law dictionary. Thank you for playing along with this language!!!!!! See you in court to finalise this, and I will get the stuff of Lumi later today!!!!!!!!!!!! Bye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The camera turns off.

#rosie reenacts the kalosian revolution!! #pokeblogging #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #irl pkmn #pkmn rp #irl pokemon #pokemon #tw transphobes #tw abuse

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Chapter 2 - The Dance

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Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters (main): Eula Lawrence, Ann von Lupus (OC)

Series: They Say I Shouldn't, But...

Pairing: Eulann (Eula/Ann)

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It had been out of nowhere, just when Ann had decided to take a walk around Mondstadt. It was rare for them to do so. Honestly, they were just forcing themself to take a break. They couldn’t stay inside their home and write all day and night long. It would be a dream coming true, if they could just live like that all the time. But alas, life was not so simple nor so kind. If they didn’t push themself to take a break here and there, who knows where it might lead to. Plus otherwise they would just constantly get nagged at in the several letters. ‘Take a break Sis! Your stories are running nowhere!’ Perhaps there was a point to be made here. Usually they would not be too fond of breaks though, always wondering what to do instead of writing or anything related to it. What do people do other than that? It was something They were secretly wondering about sometimes… That was until this day. Then again, maybe it had also been a reaction because they were somewhat mesmerized by the sight.

The brunette had wandered a bit away from town. They had honestly not even noticed until the wind had almost blown off their small hat, going through their hair. It had been a little stronger than usual, then they were used to. It forced them to wake up and look around, spotting the grass as well as a lake nearby. The rays of the sun were bright, bright enough for the lake to sparkle. With the remaining breeze from the strong wind earlier it was already a sight of its own, one the young person couldn’t help but admire… For only a short moment. Because they had been distracted shortly after, another sight captivated them. The moment they had laid their eyes upon it… Or rather, her.

The image was very different from what Ann had been used to, let alone what they usually imagined. An ice cold lady who will put you into place, always having a stern expression on her face… Not afraid to raise her voice at any moment, no matter who you are, and carrying herself with the necessary pride. Though to the point where she can come off as arrogant, to say the least. There is a reason that people send her off after all, Ann would not argue about that. But at this moment… She didn’t come off like that. For a moment they had even questioned if it was actually Eula Lawrence or if it had been a secret twin of hers the public did not know about. But that guess was absurd. It had to be Eula. It just had to be.

The way she was moving, how she was presenting herself… As if on a stage. They had no idea what dance it was but given the movements of her feet and arms they knew that it had to be some sort of dance. They were honestly not too accustomed with all of Mondstadt’s traditions, at least ancient ones, so they could not recognize it. But it did not matter. The way she was moving, holding a rhythm despite there being no sound of music. Maybe she was just playing it in her head. It was elegant, perhaps more than they would think. Sure, she was a noble woman but given her harsh words this was honestly a little unexpected. It was captivating, one move after the other. She presented it with so much confidence. Even if there was no audience, or one she may not have been aware of, each step just fit. It was… Perfect, dare they say? Well, to their unprofessional eye at least. Maybe a professional would think differently about it. 

It was like a spell – Ann had fallen target to it. They were in a trance, literally, having eyes for nothing else but the young woman right then and there. A different side yet a side they admired in mere seconds all the same. They just couldn’t look away. It was impossible, literally. So very impossible. Everything else seemed blurry. Only Eula had been in clear view. It was easy to get lost in this sight. And yet, all the same they were asking themself… Was this really her? Was this really the Spindrift Knight they got to see a few times? It seemed too good to be true. Catching her at a moment like this… Honestly, they could watch for hours and their words would still not be enough to describe— 

“Hey! What are you doing here!?” And yet, one sentence was enough to rip Ann out of their own thoughts, literally. When they had noticed they were startled, enough that they jumped on the spot for a moment, having been more than startled. Their dreamed gaze was gone and they had been brought back to reality… Though they honestly would have rather been not brought back to it. Because the two had been coming face to face, to the point the face of the female was right in their face. 

It had been Eula, of course it had to be her. Her face was so close, her gaze ready to pierce through the young person. The words were stuck in their mouth, unable to get out a word. It was nothing but nonsensical stutter. “I… Uhm… I… Well…” was the most they could say. Ah, coming face to face with her of all people! Never had they ever thought they would. And it was too much, as they had thought! Facing a woman like her after all… 

“I have asked you a question!” She continued regardless, her voice not calming down. In fact, her gaze became sharper. May as well stab them with her claymore while at it.

And yet, all it did was make their legs wobble, wanting to turn into a puddle or become one with the ground. “I… Passed by…” They managed to force it out of their mouth, even if extremely slowly. It took more courage than thought to even get out a peep, literally. No, they can’t handle this! They had to get out of here! 

Even worse when they felt that Eula’s gaze was scanning their entire body – Their gaze wandering around and their posture. And she would most likely not be pleased. Actually, she made it known. “Look at me while you’re speaking and repeat your words!” She demanded. “Hold eye contact while speaking to someone! Do you have any idea who you are—”

“I’m sorry! I’ll leave you alone!” It shot out of Ann’s mouth, out of literal nowhere. They couldn’t handle it – The pressure as well as the young knight’s presence. It was just too much, way too much. So, before they could hear any other word they quickly turned around, running off without a warning. At most they heard a ‘Hey! Get back here!’ from the mouth of the woman but it was too late. Ann had decided to flee the scene. 

Yeah, this was too embarrassing! They could never! Watching from afar was already too much but face to face!? No way! This was too much on them! It was impossible for them to get closer to her! Impossible! Literally impossible!

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#Nimue's Lake #They say I shouldn't but... #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #self ship fanfic #selfship fic #self ship #self shipping #self ship community #selfship community #f/o x s/i #genshin fic #genshin fanfic #genshin oc #genshin impact oc #genshin impact #eula lawrence #genshin eula #Vengeance Seeking Love #Eulann

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Ready — Olivia benson x Daughter!oc

Pairings; Olivia Benson x Daughter!OC

Content warnings: talks of sex and bc

wc; 0.8k

summary; Olivia’s daughter is nervous about her favorite person meeting her new favorite person.

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Carly honestly wanted nothing more than her two favorite people to meet. Her first favorite being her mama. Olivia had always been Carlys go too because her mom never ever judged her. She was exactly alike and different from Olivia. She was strong and independent among other things.

Carly always managed to bring the silly out of Olivia especially since her job didn’t bring her much joy. Olivia loved her job but to often she would imagine Carly in some victims shoes. Coming back home to her was her favorite thing. It was also Carly’s favorite part of the day until she met Jasper.

They met on her way to the station when they ran into each other, literally. They had always went to school together but never crossed paths until the train. He’s so sweet to Carly, always calling her when he can. Jasper was the oldest of 4 and the only boy in his household. He helped his mom tremendously, raising three girls alone was tough so he mostly spent time playing, taking them to the park, helping them with homework, anything he could to ease his moms stress.

Carly’s favorite thing was hearing about all the gossip going on in the middle and elementary school. Carly had been to the park with Jasper and his sisters. Really any public place they both didn’t want to seem like they were sneaking. Per Jaspers request, he really loved Carly and wanted nothing but approval from the woman that raised her.

Another reason Carly was telling her mom because she and Jasper were ready to take it to the next level. They had been together for a while now with a few make out sessions but that’s it. It’s never gotten to spicy for them though until recently when they were making out and Jaspers hand touched her ass. It freaked him out more than her and it sparked the “are we ready?” conversation. Carly definitely needed her mom for this so she had to tell her.

After the case was over Olivia rushed home. Carly texted her that they needed to have an important conversation and Olivia should be “open minded” to what she had to say. Olivia was a bit worried at first of course.

Olivia opened the door to the apartment walking in to the kitchen where Carly was. She was in her moms NYPD hoodie and biker shorts with fuzzy socks.

“Hey mom” Carly said softly not hiding her nervousness at all,

“Don’t give me that sweetness, what was that text about.” Asking as the pair headed to the couch, Carly sitting across from her mom.

“I’ll just spit it out.. I have a boyfriend that I really like, like a lot and of course he likes me a lot too. His name is Jaspers and he’s super nice to me and also very sweet and I think I’m ready to have sex with him I actually know I am because we both talked and he’s ready but I want you to meet him and know him and also help me with the sex part —-“

Carly rambled on without taking a breath, Olivia putting a soft hand on her lnee.

“Breathe Carly” she laughed,

“First, I’m happy you found someone you like I can tell he makes you happy. Secondly, I would love to meet him.”

Olivia smiled at her daughter with Carly smiling back nervously with silence covering the room.

“And the other part?” Carly bit her lip with the anticipation of being yelled at.

“I’m glad you told me and I understand that you’re ready for that but are you sure you’re ready sweetie?” Olivia hadn’t met Jasper yet and the detective in her wanted to make sure it was fullyCarly’s decision.

“Yeah I’m sure, Jasper wouldn’t hurt me or do anything I don’t want to do. I’m just afraid that he won’t like it or that I won’t like it. Like what if it hurts?”She asked her mom curiously,

“That’s understandable, you both just have to find what works for you. It’s all trial and error. If it does hurt I’m sure he would stop if you’re uncomfortable and same for you.” Olivia smiled dearly at her daughter,

“It’s about what makes you both happy but I do think we need to get you on birth control.”

“Okay, thank you so much for not judging or being mad at me.” The girl was afraid that her mom would react in a completely different way. Afraid she would get in trouble for wanting and having a boyfriend.

“I’m not here to judge you, I’m here to be your mama.” She pulled Carly into a hug placing a long kiss on her cheek.

The birth control talk came when Carly first turned 16. At the time sex and love was not in Carlys vision at all. So her and Olivia both agreed that when she was ready she would.

Olivia always wondered how she managed to raise such a beautiful girl. She was always in awe of Carly and her beautiful nature.

“So when can I meet him?” Olivia asked as Carly began to ramble out a whole plan. Seeing her daughter happy made everything worth it.

#Olivia benson #olivia benson x daughter #olivia benson mom #olivia benson x daughter!oc #olivia benson daughter #svu daughter #mom Olivia benson #svu #law & order: svu

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What do you think of Nyo America? Like how do you think she grew up and had to deal with societal norms? Do you think Arthur gave her an education, treat her fairly? If you feel comfortable, do you think she was treated differently than Alfred in any way when she was a kid?

I've talked about nyo America's adulthood here.

In terms of early life, I'll be honest 16 & 17 hundreds women's history is not my strong suit. However, I did watch the vhs box set of that BBC 'Colonial House' reality tv show on repeat as a tween so I'll do my best 😜

Anyway, I tend to headcanon most nations as intersex. With some notable exceptions, they do usually end up choosing a binary gender to present as, sometimes because they identify strongly as that gender, though more often because it makes interacting with their people easier. But regardless, gender for nations it's not like,,, a trait assigned at birth the way that it often is in say, modern American culture

All of that is to say that in my mind nyo America is essentially just Alfred if Alfred had chosen to present as a woman instead. She's not a separate character.

Which means early childhood is really not that different for nyo America. Interactions with human colonists are challenging. Being an immortal toddler in a small offshore colony isn't easy and we have court documents from that time indicating that at least one early American colonists was actively taken to court simply for being intersex, so that part of nationhood wasn't going to fly either (I highly recommend the essay "An Indentured Servant Identifies as Both Man and Woman: Jamestown 1629" by Mary Beth Norton if you want to learn more about this). I think it often goes under-stated just how much everyone in the early Jamestown and Plymouth colonies were up in each others business like all the fucking time. These people had a gossip mill running at full speed and there was no where to hide. Baby America simply wasn't going to escape from that unscathed.

Which is where Arthur steps in. Arthur squirrels baby America off to England where she's raised in a country manor, isolated from humans who might take issue with her.

For the sake of this ask we'll say that America begins to show an affinity for girlhood at an early age (5-6ish). She wants to be just like her aunt Bridget! If that means dresses and jewelry and she/her pronouns that's what it means.

Arthur isn't upset about this per say, in fact, America leaning so far towards one particular binary gender actually makes it much easier to take her out in public or to show her off around the royal court. It allows her to visit her own country more often as well. But Arthur does... kind of hope it's just a phase.

He knows perfectly well that presenting as a woman will be harder for America. He worries that it will get her taken advantage of on the world stage, and if anything he is maybe more insistent that America learn about things like politics, warfare, and how to fight as a result.

On the other hand, Arthur is also an English lord and he has appearances to keep up. If America is going to dress as a young lady she also needs to act like a young lady. She gets all the same schooling in politics that Alfred would have, but her education also has a much larger focus on traditionally feminine skill sets and being ladylike.

Tldr: I don't think her education was necessarily different but I do think her socialization around how to behave around other people would have been different.

#hws america #nyo america #nyotalia #thanks for the ask! #sorry this took so long #I went on like a whole rant about the ideals of republican motherhood and post revolutionary war stuff #before I realized that wasn't the question at all 😅

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                                the  first  of  many  // @servphics​

IF  SOOJIN  WAS  BEING  honest,  before  she  had  become  an  idol  herself  ,  she  had  always  thought  that  the  extreme  ways  in  which  fans  reacted  to  dating  confirmations  was  some  weird  sort  of  inside  joke  .  there  was  no  way  people  would  be  that  self  entitled  that  they  believed  their  dearest  celebrities  should  stay  single  forever,  right  ?  she’d  been  naive  to  the  lengths  fans  would  go  to  sabotage  their  ‘faves’  relationship  up  until  the  moment  shiloh  and  ryuusuke  had  gone  public  ,  cyno’s  more  dedicated  fans  going  out  of  their  way  to  create  whole  accounts  just  to  attack  the  kindest  woman  soojin  had  ever  known  ,  and  while  shiloh  and  ryuusuke  had  remained  happy  and  strong  despite  the  onslaught  after  the  announcement  ;  soojin  knew  that  that  wasn’t  always  the  case  for  everyone  else  .

AND  PERHAPS  THAT  HAD  been  why  she’d  been  so  anxious  about  going  public  about  her  relationship  with  minho  (  if  one  could  even  call  it  that,  they’d  never  actually  discussed  getting  together  .  it  had  just  sort  of  happened  )  ,  but  after  a  lengthy  conversation  with  shiloh  who  had  reassured  her  that  ,  even  if  they  were  greeted  with  resistance  ,  it  would  go  away  eventually  ,  and  a  meeting  with  both  risa  and  minho  —  who  was  also  preparing  for  his  comeback  ,  talk  about  horrendous  timing  —  regarding  the  dispatch  article  that  had  recently  dropped  ,  they  had  given  the  company  the  go  ahead  to  confirm  their  relationship  .  but  let  it  be  known  ,  if  soojin  ever  caught  the  journalist  who  had  gotten  the  drop  on  them  ,  she  would  probably  be  given  jail  time  for  crimes  against  humanity  .

EXTREME  REACTIONS  OR  NOT  ,  the  grounding  weight  of  the  bouquet  in  her  hands  reminded  her  of  her  current  mission  —  feet  following  the  familiar  hallways  of  the  music  bank  building  ,  eyes  searching  for  the  door  of  waiting  room  #19  .  two  doors  down  from  waiting  room  #17  —  the  room  stella  had  used  the  most  over  the  past  near  nine  years  —  and  a  whole  row  of  doors  down  from  the  wall  full  of  signatures  ,  she  would  reach  out  with  her  spare  hand  to  push  down  on  the  handle  and  open  the  door  with  the  aid  of  her  shoulder  .  bowing  her  head  in  both  greeting  and  apology  to  the  stylist  who  had  jumped  at  the  door  opening  ,  the  onyx  haired  vocalist  would  raise  her  hand  to  adjust  her  mask  as  her  eyes  landed  on  the  figure  of  her  now  very  public  partner  ;  his  eyes  still  slightly  red  as  he  sat  on  the  couch  ,  admiring  the  well  earned  trophy  in  his  hand  .

“  MINHO SSI  ?  YOU  HAVE  A  DELIVERY  .  ”  thankfully  ,  the  role  of  a  delivery  person  from  busan  came  relatively  easily  to  soojin  —  she’d  had  many  the  odd  jobs  before  the  kind  man  at  the  hospital  had  reminded  her  of  her  dreams  of  the  stage  .  for  a  brief  moment  ,  he  fully  seemed  to  believe  in  the  act  ,  a  professional  mask  slipping  over  his  face  but  the  curiosity  evident  in  those  doe  eyes  that  she  adored  so  much  ,  but  the  moment  his  fingers  touched  hers  —  slightly  calloused  skin  from  all  his  hard  work  meeting  the  many  tiny  scars  on  her  fingers  —  to  take  the flowers  ,  the  second  their  eyes  met  ,  she  knew  it  was  over  .  after  all  ,  there  were  very  few  other  people  who  knew  her  as  well  as  he  did  .  pulling  down  her  mask  to  reveal  the  lower  half  of  her  face  ,  an  infectious  smile  grew  on  her  lips  —  travelling  up  to  her  dark  eyes  as  she  crouched  in  front  of  the  male  ,  “  congratulations  on  your  first  win  ,  ”  she  begins  gently  ,  hands  reaching  out  to  briefly  cradle  his  face  .  “ the  first  of  many  ,  i’m  certain  . . .  you’ve  worked  hard  ,  my  love  .  i  can’t  think  of  anyone  more  deserving  of  this  win  than  you  .  ”

#servphics. #soojin & minho. #thread // the first of many . #bang soojin.

[childrenfromthecrypt]

Kieran Gilchrist-Sweeney

Age: 24

Gender: trans man (he/they)

Sexuality: bisexual

Conditions: autism, bipolar disorder, and disordered eating (but make it fantasy)

FC: Ceci Balagot

Very few of the ghouls knew a ghoul woman could be impregnated by a human man; after all, if a human woman bore a half-ghoul child, its hunger even in the womb would kill them both, so half-ghouls were rare. However, Jess Gilchrist had slept with Dale Sweeney and partook in eating him soon after. His DNA was inside her in multiple ways, and so it allowed for an embryo to grow. The group considered if the child should be carried to term or raised to be a special delicacy, or if it was on par with the rest of them despite human lineage. Jess decided she'd give the child a chance, knowing if nothing else, she could eat it if it became too much.

The child was born with hair and a peach-tone to the skin that ghouls didn't have, though with the mouth full of pointed teeth ghouls did have. His eyes were dark, and his skin was veiny. As Jess spent time in public, people assumed the child was sick. She took the attention well enough, creating a sort of munchausen by proxy by proxy. The child never was taken to doctors, knowing more abnormalities than could be accounted for would be found, but the ghouls took advantage of all the kindness being given to the smallest among them, even if they had the money to afford everything they were being given.

Kieran had found himself at around 15, and while ghouls didn't often express transgender feelings, just due to how little sex actually mattered to them in the long run, he was accepted. By this time, they'd grown fairly strong and taken delight in the meals of human flesh. He was on his way to being a spoilt young man, between his mother's position of power and the lack or regard for life he was taught. However, as he was taken out to the world to act as a human for the first time since he was small, put into a private school, something clicked. Humans weren't just livestock; they were people in the same way his family was. Kieran finally understood fully what it meant that he was sired by a human. This was not just some fluke. It was because humans weren't just lowly copycats of the ghoul race. They were something all their own.

It was around that time he worked to curb his hunger. He decided he would only indulge in human while at home, and instead would eat human food while among his peers. While the school celebrated an end to a string of killings, Kieran's own friends celebrated what they saw as Kieran overcoming an eating disorder. What they didn't realize was one was just starting, a cycle of doing well and watching themself until they could no longer take it, binging on human flesh.

Kieran moved away from home, never made contact with the ghouls their mother told them to meet in their new location. They needed a fresh start. Maybe one where they could end this cycle and live as a human.

...it's a nice thought, at least

#muse: Kieran

[enterenews]

'Red Balloon', 3 types of firepower that viewers can sympathize with

TV CHOSUN's weekend mini-series 'Red Balloon' is exploding 'empathy firepower' with realistic narration and a vivid reality story.

'Red Balloon' (script Moon Yeong-nam/director Jin Hyung-wook/producer Green Snake Media, Highground) tells the thrilling and thrilling story of relative deprivation, the thirst for stomach-ache, and our struggles to quench that thirst. We looked at three special reasons why 'Red Balloon' was well-received by maximizing viewers' empathy.

◆ The story of the man and the woman in reality

'Red Balloon' is a story of someone who has actually heard of it, and it wraps the home theater with empathy with the development of an extreme reality story with realistic material. Like the gathering place of various word-of-mouth, the episodes of the man and the woman encountered somewhere in the family, work, or neighborhood are contained in detail and naturally. As a result, social issues that have been publicized in actual news have also appeared, earning a reputation as a 'hyperrealism drama'.

In the play, Yang Ban-suk (Lee Bo-hee) received a text message saying that the old-age pension would come out, and as she grew older, she was excited to think it was a separate money. Here, after Jo Dae-bong (Jeong Bo-seok) performs CPR on a passenger in a cardiac arrest in a taxi, goes home and asks his family if they know how to perform CPR, and in the scene, “If you suddenly stop breathing and your pulse stops, you have to do it right away.” The content related to the 'implementation of CPR for the general public', which emerged in conjunction with the accident, raised the sense of reality.

◆ Human nature, psychology, and duality exposed

'Red Balloon' formed a consensus by clearly showing the 'relative sense of deprivation' that we all feel in the present era, but it is coolly revealed on the outside and cannot be said. The relative deprivation felt by Jo Eun-gang (Seo Ji-hye), a clay spoon born in a poor family, to Han Bada (Hong Soo-hyeon), a golden spoon who was born rich and enjoys many things, and the manifestation of suppressed desire that started from this, caused a response that made people nod their heads.

The colorful and wealthy daily life, envy and jealousy of a life superior to one's, betrayal and hypocrisy to take it away, and the pursuit of justification for one's own happiness, 'Red Balloon' is a psychological portrayal of human duality and selfish human It is asking fundamental questions about nature.

◆Life history of family members of various ages and generations, couples with different textures

'Red Balloon' is achieving a wide consensus among men and women of all ages as family members and couples of various ages and generations appear. Gomul-sang (Yun Joo-sang) and Na Gong-ju (Yoon Mi-ra), a 70-year-old man who managed to make a living if they made a mate even without love, and Cho Dae-bong and Yang Ban-suk, an elementary school alumnus who want to be a husband and a woman who do not have unfaithful days, but have strong wives in their 60s. to draw

Hanbada and Gochaewon are struggling with the extreme conflict between father and mother that cannot be sealed, causing regret, and Jin-cheol (Lee Seong-jae), who married without dating, is shaken by Jo Eun-san (Jung Yu-min), a love he is trying for the first time. In particular, to the mother, Yang Ban-sook, who wails greatly due to Jo Dae-bong, her two daughters, Jo Eun-gang and Jo Eun-san, said, "Divorce and live your mother's life."

The production team said, "It seems that 'Red Balloon' is gaining more sympathy because it reflects realistic episodes that have been heard at least once and events that have been publicized in real life." I will do my best to create a unique 'red balloon'."

Meanwhile, 'Red Balloon' recorded TOP5 in the drama TV topicality in the 5th week of December announced by Good Data Corporation, a TV topicality analysis agency. In terms of drama search issue keywords (performers), Seo Ji-hye took first place, while Lee Seong-jae, Hong Soo-hyun, Lee Sang-woo, and Seol-hwan took second to fifth place, respectively.

#먹튀사이트

[hraeth-ethile]

Flourish, originally German Mark, was a riverside Kentuckian city near the Tennessee border, northwest of modern Pruden, Tennessee. Founded as a trade post in 1829 by two wealthy German immigrant hunters and bone traders, Helmond Bach and Matthäus Mose Glas, it eventually prospered as an important hub of postal communication and lumber processing. Settled in a remote valley, and promising plentiful game and opportunity, Helmond and Matthäus spent much of their acquired wealth advertising the distant location and sponsored hunting and logging visits between themselves and then-influential tycoons and magnates. While their work was successful, it was only partly-so, after the two men - both exemptus possums - failed to entice longterm financial investment interest.

In 1850, they left the town they founded to retire in Beantown, Maryland (modern Waldorf) and lived in relative obscurity and isolation despite numerous attempts at contact by German Mark residents asking for their return. By autumn of the same year, the town had a large central street, complete with a bank, saloon, two general stores, and jail. The saloon owner, operator, and bartender, a half-possum known only as Charlie, was a mixologist of some renown. So impressive was his skill, and so well-stocked was his bar, that the saloon by itself had begun to draw in many interested travellers and visitors to the town.

Much of the town's money came from people visiting to hunt and trade for strong lumber and, upon returning home, would tell tales about Charlie, his curious physical features, his gentle and friendly demeanour, his immaculate talent at barkeeping, and the beautiful and well-kept German-styled interior of his saloon. Among those curious who came to visit the half-possum and to witness the remote Kentuckian landscape was a rabbit woman, a wandering doctor, from southern Indiana.

The rabbit, an exemptus who called herself Margot, came to be known by many names by the people of German Mark. Described as frail and quiet and shy, the tall, white rabbit with the bright and young voice soon set up a small health and tonics stall beside the jail where she sold embrocation.

The first month of her operation saw very little interest from the skittish locals, who were wary of the effects of medicine and professed little trust in doctors, especially one who was a rabbit and a doctor. Things only changed from the outside, after a different wandering tonics salesman, a lynx from Tennessee named Martin Martins, found believed her failure to be an opportunity for him to upsale his wares using his long and rich history in public sales pitching. He intended to make a great deal of money and fame by pitting his tonics and salves against hers, where he could both discredit her and raise trust with a wary population.

Margot, or Marie as the locals came to address her as, agreed to his proposal of a sales-off. The town sheriff, who had become frustrated with the idea of miracle sellers taking residence in his town, agreed to rally the town's attention in the hopes that they might both be discredited and ousted by the community.

The end result was as much a shock to Martin as it was to the townspeople: the rabbit's tonics were genuine. Martin, who believed her to be a charlatan just like himself, albeit a beginner in the art of clever lying, was astonished to see that her 'herbal water' embrocation rapidly healed a recent wound on a woman's husband who had tripped over horseshoes. Impressed and humbled, Martin politely bowed out of his own challenge against her and declared that Margot was "the real deal" and that the town would do well to let her conduct business.

Martin Martins left German Mark, and the town immediately bought the rabbit's healing remedies until there were one left for her to sell. With the money she received, she built an actual store beside the jail and would begin producing larger quantities of her medication and more kinds, as well as gauzes and bandages for triage.

Charlie, having been one of the faces in the crowd, found himself enthralled by the quiet rabbit and how honourable she appeared. In the coming weeks, he visited her and her shop many times to spend time speaking and learning more about her. She began visiting him, too, and became a regular sight at his bar.

Charlie and the bar patrons began seeing her as a dependable and unusually intelligent and brave woman, and began offering paid tasks for her to do. These tasks, which the town called 'quests' - in reference to the times of knight-errants - sent Marie all over the town and involving her in many different kinds of personal affairs, all of which she was successful in pursuing to the fullest possible extent, earning her a very positive reputation.

The health of the town, in very large part to her accomplishments and her healing salves, eventually brought massive change to the city. Tourists from many places, with some even being state legislators, came to visit the town that was growing so fast as to become the county seat for Bell County. In only two-and-a-half years, the town reached city status, and its wealth and influence became immense. Its location no longer seemed remote, with new trade routes being hewn and formed in every effort to connect the city to every other nearby settlement, which were then attempting to connect themselves to farther-off cities like Nashville and Knoxville.

The name of the city was changed from German Mark to Flourish. The city rapidly became one of the largest in the southern United States, and "Flourish, Kentucky!" was adopted as the state's tourism slogan - which it retains to this day.

On 1 June, 1855, Marie was allegedly struck in the head with a heavy bottle of whiskey and then raped in the street by the town sheriff's son Marcus. Long-suspected, but then finally confirmed, Marie's outed as a lesbian when her black, blue-eyed lupine wife-in-secret Vivienne, a local celebrity seamstress and fashion designer, cries out for justice for Marie. The tremendous appreciation and respect that Flourish and its mayor has for both of their efforts in uplifting the town of German Mark to the enormity of its time as the city of Flourish spares them from punishment and repercussion, but the justice they seek against Deputy Marcus Vander is denied to them.

On 19 June, Marie, after weeks of being bedridden, is taken out by Vivienne and Charlie as a gift to her in a desperate effort to lift her spirits and restore her health. In their time out in the city, on a particularly hot and sunny afternoon with pure blue skies, Deputy Marcus approaches the three to goad and to gloat. Without hesitation, Marie takes her revolver out and empties every round in its chambers into Marcus' chest. She's eventually chased into a small and empty nearby bar, where an hours-long stand-off ensues between Marie and the entire city of Flourish which sides with the sheriff against her.

This is the beginning of the Siege of Flourish, or more commonly known as the Fall of Flourish, Kentucky.

The sheriff of the city, Sloan Vander, confronts her after failed negotiations. Against immense and impossible odds, Marie kills him and escapes the mob. Every attempt to attack or capture her fails, and everyone in the attempt is killed. Hundreds are dead in an hour, and several thousand are dead in three, after a massive fire - the largest city fire since the times of the Roman Empire - begins to rapidly facilitate the total destruction of Flourish, Kentucky.

#Hraeth Ethile #HEW #History #Cities #Flourish #Kentucky

[engie-ivy]

(Wolfstar Crush Confession with just Fluff and Humour, starring Matchmaker Remus Lupin and his client Sirius Black)

"Let me make one thing very clear," Madame Puddifoot snaps. "You better start arranging dates for Sirius Black, so he can find his perfect match, or otherwise, there may not be a future for you at this agency."

Remus works as a matchmaker at Madame Puddifoot’s Dating Agency, and if he wants to keep his job, he has to find a match for 'most eligible bachelor' Sirius Black. While there are plenty of very willing candidates, for some reason, Remus is reluctant to let any of them go on a date with Sirius Black.

A Worthy Match

“Okay, listen to this,” Lily says. “Dorcas Meadows, with Marlene?”

Remus taps his pen on his paper in thought. “Alright. That could work. That could really work. They could be good together, and it could be really good, but it could also be a complete disaster. They are both very strong-willed. Dorcas can be snarky, and Marlene can be a lot. They can either end up loving each other, or killing each other.”

“True,” Lily says, leaning back on her desk chair. “But think about it like this: do you see either of them with someone who’s not strong-willed? They need someone who doesn’t go along with everything they say.”

“Good point,” Remus says. “I’d say make it happen!”

Lily grins and starts typing on her computer.

Remus scrolls through his email. “Oh lord,” he groans. “We received another application from Gilderoy Lockhart.”

Lily raises her eyebrows. “Really? After the background check we did?”

Remus scans the email. “He says the plagiarism case is just a ‘minor inconvenience that he’s sure will be resolved soon’.”

Lily snorts. “Good god, does he believe those stories himself?”

Remus shakes his head. “Can you imagine if we had taken him up into our database and set one of our clients up on a date with him?”

Lily shudders. “That would’ve cost us a client in the least.”

The database is filled with singles of all ages, genders and preferences, but all have gone through an extensive selection process. When a client enlists at their agency, they first check whether they have the proper financial means to cover their services and the right intentions when it comes to finding someone, and when a client is accepted, they are set up with members from the database who could be potential matches.

Remus lets his fingers glide over the keyboard. “Let me see, how do you say ‘fuck off’ in a professional way?” He starts typing. “ ‘Dear Mr. Lockhart. As per my last email…’ ”

Lily chuckles, but she immediately shuts up when they hear the tell-tale sound of high heels ticking on the hardwood floor.

In all her promotional material and public appearances, Madame Puddifoot looks like your favourite aunt, with her bright pink suits, neatly curled blond hair and wide, red lipstick smiles. But working for her has taught Remus that beyond the scenes, she’s actually a hands-on, ruthless business woman, who’s willing to go to any length for her company. It’s what it takes to run the most prestigious dating agency in the city and the surrounding area, known for its high-quality database, long-term successes and discretion. Madame Puddifoot’s Dating Agency is a household name, that caters to a large variety of prominent clients; celebrities, athletes, socialites, business men, politicians, you name it.

Madame Puddifoot demands full effort from all her employees. With her, there are three clear signs you’re in trouble. One, she says the dreaded words ‘my office’, two, she calls you by your last name, and three, worst of all, she calls you ‘sweetie’.

Remus almost lets out a relieved breath when Madame Puddifoot has passed his desk, but then she says, without even a glance in his direction, “Lupin, my office, sweetie.”

Remus groans, and the whole office throws him pitying looks. Lily bravely manages to give him an encouraging smile as Remus gets up and follows Madame Puddifoot into her office.

Well, he knew this was coming.

“I assume you know the reason you’re here.”

“Yes, madam.”

“And that is...?”

Remus sighs. “Sirius Black.”

Everyone in the area and beyond knows the name Sirius Black. He’s sort of a socialite. He’s the eldest son of the illustrious and powerful Black family, and heir to the Black family fortune. But he’s not just some party-boy rich heir. He studied Medicine, and volunteered with Doctors Without Borders for a few years. Now, he’s running a department in the city’s largest hospital, and often campaigns against the poor coverage of medical costs for vulnerable people.

Now, combine all that with the fact that Sirius Black is drop-dead gorgeous. Like, magazine cover gorgeous. Literally. Tabloids are fascinated with the famous heir and handsome doctor, and their covers often feature stories about him. If you’re launching a product, you’ll want Sirius Black to endorse it. If you’re hosting an event, you’ll want Sirius Black on the guest list. Of course, after being the city’s most eligible bachelor for years, the fact that Sirius Black has gone to a dating agency to find love caused quite a stir. Finding Sirius Black his perfect match will undoubtedly generate an immense amount of publicity for Madame Puddifoot’s Dating Agency.

“I do not have to tell you how much it will benefit our business if we can add the name Sirius Black to our list if satisfied customers,” Madame Puddifoot says.

Remus nods.

“Well then,” Madame Puddifoot folds her hands together. “Let me try a different approach then. Let me tell you what it would mean for our business if we fail in making a success story out of Sirius Black. Sirius Black is young, handsome and rich. If we can’t find him someone, then what hope is there for the rest? Why would anyone still come to us to find their match if we can’t even find a match for someone like Sirius Black? We might as well go out of business! Do you understand, Lupin?”

“Yes, Madam. I do.”

“Then explain to me, if you understand all that, why are you doing such a poor job?”

“I’m trying-” Remus protest.

“No, sweetie, you are not!” Madame Puddifoot interrupts. “At least I hope you’re not, because if this is you trying, it’s even worse then I thought.” She shakes her head. “And it started off so promising, when you had your exploratory business dinners.” When a client is accepted, the agent the client is assigned to usually arranges one or more business lunches or dinners with the client, to get a better read on them, get a clear idea of what they are looking for, what their likes and dislikes are, and in what points they might be willing to compromise, which is all incorporated into the client file. “Sirius Black was actually very enthusiastic about you.”

“He was?” Remus asks, feeling a rush of excitement, but Madame Puddifoot ignores him.

“I don’t understand how he hasn’t started complaining yet. Your performance has been absolutely unacceptable.” She picks up a report from her desk. “He has been our client for months now, and so far, you have set him up on... two dates.”

She looks up at Remus from over the report. Remus stays silent, so she continues. “One dinner, which they both reported to be quite pleasant, but then, immediately afterwards, you put his date in a cab home.” She puts down the report and gives Remus a pointed look. “Dare I ask why you were even there?”

“To chaperone!” Remus quickly says. “Like you said, Sirius Black isn’t just any client. I needed to make sure our member was on his best behaviour.”

Madame Puddifoot just looks at him.

“I sat at a different table,” Remus mumbles.

Madame Puddifoot pinches the bridge of her nose. “And sending his date home on his own immediately after?”

“He didn’t make any move to pay for his dinner when the check came!” Remus says indignantly. “Nothing! Not even a half-hearted attempt at suggesting to split the bill! We can’t have Sirius Black thinking our member are gold-diggers or something.”

Madame Puddifoot sighs and flips through the report. “And the other date, seeing the City Orchestra playing in the Royal Theatre. And you were sitting behind them.” She looks up at Remus again. “To chaperone.” She says sceptically.

“To chaperone,” Remus confirms.

“And then,” Madame Puddifoot scans the report. “In the break, you sent his date home and took his place.”

“He placed his hand on Sirius Black’s thigh!” Remus protests. “Not even halfway through the first date! It was highly inappropriate! I had to intervene. We can’t have Sirius Black thinking we’re that kind of agency, can we?”

“And that’s all you’ve done so far,” Madame Puddifoot continues undeterred. “Two dates, nothing more.”

“Well, if anything, those dates proved that I had to be even more selective!” Remus retorts. “I don’t want to send him on just any date, I want to wait until I’m sure I’ve found him the perfect date!”

“Only Sirius can decide whom he finds perfect for him, and you should’ve been presenting him with options.”

“If I could find options that are good enough...”

“Lupin,” Madame Puddifoot says firmly. “Each young man in our database has been hand-picked by me, and each of them is highly educated, accomplished, and well-spoken. And you honestly claim that after months, you weren’t able to find more than two options?”

“It’s not about quantity, it’s about quality.”

“And you haven’t been delivering either!” Madame Puddifoot slams her papers down on her desk, and then takes a deep breath to compose herself. “Truthfully, I wanted to pass your client on to a different agent, but Sirius Black insisted he’d like to keep working with you, God knows why.”

“He did?” Remus asks, unable to stop his lips curling into a dopey smile.

“Wipe that smile off of your face, sweetie,” Madame Puddifoot snaps. “If I could’ve given your client to someone else, at least you would’ve kept your job, but as it is, let me make one thing very clear. You better start arranging dates for Sirius Black, so he can find his perfect match, or otherwise, there may not be a future for you at this agency.”

“Lily, will you take care of my plant when I’m gone?”

“No,” Lily says, from where she’s sitting perched on the corner of Remus’ desk. “First of all, that has got to be the ugliest plant I have ever seen.”

“Oi, she can hear you!” Remus hisses.

“Secondly,” Lily continues undeterred. “You are not going to lose your job! Madame Puddifoot is right. Sirius Black is handsome, rich, and successful, how hard can it be to find him a match?” She picks up the folder with their database from Remus’ desk and starts flipping the pages. “Oh, what about Fabian Prewett?” She exclaims. “They will look good together!”

Remus purses his lips. “Didn’t he just get divorced? We don’t want Sirius Black to be used as some kind of rebound.”

“He married way too young, and he got divorced three years ago.”

“Sounds pretty fresh to me,” Remus says.

“Okay,” Lily starts flipping the pages again. “Caradoc Dearborn then? He’s a great guy!”

“Caradoc Dearborn doesn’t like dogs,” Remus says pointedly.

“So?”

“Sirius Black loves dogs!”

Lily takes Sirius’ file from Remus’ desk and scans the document. “He hasn’t listed a hard demand about liking dogs anywhere!”

“No,” Remus admits. “But someone who doesn’t like dogs is obviously a psychopath, Lily. I can’t send Sirius Black on a date with a psychopath, now can I?”

“Remus, you’ve known Caradoc for years. You know he’s not a psychopath!”

“Do I, Lily? Do I really?”

Lily narrows her eyes at him. “Alright, let’s see... Benjy Fenwick! Everyone always loves Benjy! He’s such a sweetheart.”

“Yes, he’s sweet...” Remus says.

“But?” Lily asks, with barely suppressed annoyance.

“But he’s too sweet! I mean, Sirius Black is a bit of a rebel. He’s the kind of guy who likes to live his life with a little risk, and thinks rules are meant to be broken. Benjy is the kind of guy who gets a panic attack when he’s a day late returning a library book.”

“Evan Rosier then? No one can accuse him of being too sweet.”

“No, he’s too posh.”

“Sirius Black is posh!”

“No, he’s not!”

“Remus, he’s a Black. That family is the textbook-definition of posh.”

“I know he seems posh, but once you get to know him, you’ll see that he’s really not. He’s actually very down-to-earth, open and approachable.”

“If you say so,” Lily says, rolling her eyes. “Well, there’s Edgar Bones?”

“He’s alright.”

“So... you’ll let him go on a date with Sirius Black?”

Remus shrugs. “If you think just ‘alright’ is good enough for someone like Sirius Black.”

They continue like that for a while. “He’s too pretentious.” “He talks too much.” “He doesn’t talk enough.” “He’s not socially aware at all.”

“What about Victor?” Lily asks.

“He won’t get Sirius’ humour,” Remus replies directly.

“Now you’re just making shite up!” Lily throws the folder back on Remus’ desk. “There isn’t even a Victor in our database!”

Remus crosses his arms over his chest. “But if there was, I’m sure he wouldn’t get Sirius’ humour!”

Lily jabs her finger against Remus’ chest. “You’re just being purposely difficult!”

“I’m just making sure we uphold to a certain standard in quality! I’m just doing my job, and I don’t know why everyone is on my case about it!”

Lily opens her mouth to protest, but then the door to the office opens and Lily groans. “Oh, for the love of God, what is he doing here?”

James Potter has just walked in. He’s a professional athlete. Neither Remus nor Lily knows the first thing about sports, but apparently, he’s the next big thing in football or something. At first, Lily was very excited to have him as her client, but at this point, that excitement has turned into frustration.

“It’s the same thing every time,” Lily has often complained. “I set him up on this lovely date with this lovely girl and they have a lovely time- afterwards, they all gush about what a perfect gentleman he is, so he’s not just in it for an easy shag- but he says the same thing after each date: ‘There wasn’t a spark’. I swear, Remus, the guy just doesn’t know what he wants!”

Truth is, James Potter knows exactly what he wants: a fiery red-head who scolds him when he forgets to hold the door open for his date and rolls her eyes at him when he talks about sports too much.

James grins broadly when he approaches them. “Hi Lily, Remus. That’s an... interesting plant you got there. How are you?”

“Busy,” Lily says curtly, as if she isn’t currently sitting on top of Remus’ desk, clearly not working. “And I do not believe we have an appointment today.”

“We don’t,” James says. “But you’ve arranged this lunch date with Emily this Saturday-”

“Emmeline.”

“Right. This lunch with Emmeline this Saturday. Now, I found this Italian sandwich shop, but I’m not sure if it’s suitable for a date. I was thinking that maybe we can check it out together, so you can see if it’s something Emmeline would like?”

“I don’t think you can go wrong with an Italian sandwich shop,” Lily replies, idly inspecting her nails.

“It might be good to get a woman’s input,” James urges.

“What a woman considers a good lunch place isn’t that different from what a man considers a good lunch place, Potter.”

“Still,” James says. “Best to be sure. My treat, of course!”

Lily looks over at Remus, who shrugs. “Free lunch?”

Lily lets out an exasperated sigh, as she jumps off of the desk. “Fine!” She grabs her purse and marches towards the door. “But I’m putting these hours on your bill!”

James, smiling like the cat that got the cream, gives Remus an awkward wave before quickly following Lily outside.

Remus shakes his head. James is a good guy, bless him. And actually, it’s not a bad idea, checking out a location beforehand with your client. You know, to see if it has the right feel and atmosphere before you send them on a date there. He knows this really cute restaurant down at fifth street, maybe he should ask Sirius if he’d like-

“Lupin!”

Remus is pulled out of his thoughts by Madame Puddifoot slamming down a form on his desk.

“After you left, I realised that I just couldn’t leave the future of my agency in your incapable hands, so I decided to take it upon myself to organize a Mix and Match Event for Sirius Black! I have already made a list of all members I want to be invited and booked a venue. Now, after the event, Sirius Black will fill out the names of the young men he’d like to see again, and then all you need to do, is set up follow-up dates with the persons whose name Sirius Black has written down. I trust even you can do that much?”

Remus nods dumbly, and Madame Puddifoot gives a satisfied smile before stalking away, leaving Remus to stare at the list like it has personally offended him.

The venue Madame Puddifoot has booked is the lobby of a fancy hotel. The standing tables are covered in crisp white tablecloths with intricate flower arrangements in the middle, waiters are walking around with trays filled with high glasses containing expensive wine or small hors-d’oeuvres, and soft, classical music is playing. The place is fancy, polished and clean.

Exactly the kind of place Sirius hates.

Sirius would’ve preferred a casual pub, Remus thinks as he looks around with frown. Somewhere with pints of beer, fried onion rings, band music playing in the background.

But despite not liking it, Sirius Black fits in perfectly. In his fitted trousers, suit jacket, and long hair tied into a neat, high ponytail, he looks devastatingly handsome. Even the waiters, however professional they may be, are giving him looks. He’s charming, and seems comfortable and at ease, making easy conversation.

Nearby, Sirius is currently talking to Fabian Prewett, both of them smiling and chatting animatedly. Remus scoffs. So Lily thought they’d look good together? Well, he really can’t see it.

“Really?” Fabian smiles up at Sirius. “You drive a motorcycle?”

“I do,” Sirius replies.

“Because a leather jacket looks so good on you?” Fabian asks with a wink, and Remus has to quickly put his glass down, as it makes a dangerous cracking sound as he subconsciously tightened his grip around it.

“Oh, definitely,” Sirius laughs. “But that’s not the only reason. It just gives you this great sense of freedom.”

“I’d love to know how that feels.”

“Do you know how to drive?”

“No,” Fabian replies. “But I’d let you give me a ride any day.”

And that’s just it! If that’s not inappropriate then Remus doesn’t know what is! Surely he must intervene now.

“Fabian,” Remus says coldly, walking up to them. “Could you give me a moment with Sirius please?”

Fabian looks from Remus to Sirius, and back to Remus, an amused expression appearing on his face. “Sure, Remus. Whatever you want,” he says with a smirk as he walks away.

Remus stares after him. Now what was that all about? Then he notices Sirius gazing at him, and all thoughts of Fabian immediately disappear from his mind.

“I, ehm, I just wanted to check how you’re doing?” Remus says. “How are you enjoying getting to know the other men?”

“You know,” Sirius replies with a teasing smile. “It would be easier to get to know them if you would let anyone talk to me for longer than five minutes.”

Remus’ cheeks flush. “Well, that’s... just my job. I need to make sure you don’t get overwhelmed, you know. These events can be a lot.”

Sirius nods. “It is quite overwhelming to think that these amazing men would all be interested in me. Well, my looks and money, at least,” he adds with a shrug.

“I promise you that each member of Madame Puddifoot’s would never-” Remus begins to protest, but Sirius cuts him off.

“It’s okay! Don’t worry, it’s fine. I mean, I went to a dating agency to be set up on dates with men whom I don’t know, and who don’t know anything else about me, so it’s kind of what I signed up for.”

“They might not know much more about you now,” Remus admits. “But once they’ll get to know you, they’ll have so much more and so much better reasons to like you! You’re so funny, incredibly smart, kind...” He trails off as Sirius looks at him with an unreadable expression on his face, and for a moment, they just look at each other.

Then Sirius shakes himself out of it and a clears his throat. “So, how does this thing work? Do I get to hand out roses at the end?”

Remus chuckles. “Nothing that fancy, I’m afraid. You just write down the name of each person you’d like to go on an actual date with on this form and hand it back to me, and I’ll arrange the follow up dates for you.”

“I can do that,” Sirius says with a bright smile as he takes the form from Remus.

I can’t, Remus thinks, reading the piece of paper for what is probably the hundredth time. Well, he can, but he shouldn’t. Should he? It’s probably not just frowned upon, but actually forbidden. Yes, Remus is pretty sure there was something about this sort of thing in the contract he signed when he started working for Madame Puddifoot’s.

But then again, it is his job. The client writes down the names, Remus sets up the dates, plain and simple as that. Madame Puddifoot’s words echo in his head

“All you need to do, is set up follow-up dates with the persons whose name Sirius Black has written down. I trust even you can do that much?”

He can do that much. Madame Puddifoot has been very clear in what she wants him to do, so the least Remus can do, is simply do it. He doesn’t have a choice, really. He has to do his job, after all.

Remus grins broadly as he unlocks his computer and starts typing in the name of his favourite restaurant in the search bar. He glances one more time at piece of paper, the form Sirius Black has filled out, where only one name is written down in his elegant handwriting: Remus Lupin

“Wow!” Sirius exclaims as he steps onto the rooftop terrace and takes in the table setting, the candles, and Remus in his favourite jumper.

“Hi,” Remus says.

“Hi,” Sirius replies.

“I, ehm,” Remus is nervously wringing his hands. “I hope I didn’t misinterpret?”

Sirius barks a laugh. “Remus, I was asked to write down the names of whom I’d like to date, and I only wrote down your name. There’s hardly any room for interpretation.” Then a slightly uncertain look appears on his face. “Though, I know I am your client, and I don’t want you to feel obligated to do anything. I can imagine it’s not-done in your profession, and you don’t want to jeopardize your job. But the truth is, I really like you, and I think you may like me too. The only reason I came to a dating agency is because I was hoping to find someone who can make me feel the way you make me feel, so I thought I at least owed it to myself to try.”

“I took this job because I believed in love,” Remus says slowly. “And I thought that if I could help at least one person find it, it’ll be worth it. So, it would be rather counterproductive to give up on a chance at love in order to keep my job.”

“Love?” Sirius asks, his face lighting up.

“Chance at love,” Remus corrects with a smile. Then he holds out his hand. “If that’s a chance you’re willing to take?”

Sirius doesn’t hesitate for a second as he takes Remus’ hand. “In a heartbeat.”

One year later

“I’m just worried she’s making a mistake,” Lily says, leaning back against the soft cushions of the large suede corner sofa. “And God knows what she sees in him! Vernon Dursley has got to be the most boring person you’re ever going to meet.”

“You’ve always had a different taste than your sister,” Remus says, while taking a chocolate truffle made of rich, Belgian chocolate from the crystal bowl on the table. “In the end, she’s a grown woman and it’s her decision.”

“And it’s such a terrible cliché,” Lily sighs, hugging one of the silk cushions to her chest. “The secretary hooking up with her boss. What will her co-workers say? The whole thing is inappropriate and unprofessional!”

“Lily,” Remus says. “Neither one of us is in any position to judge someone for inappropriate and unprofessional work relations. After all, we both took a job at an exclusive dating agency, snatched up the hottest, richest guys for ourselves, and bailed.”

Lily stares at him in horror. “Oh God, we really are that kind of people, aren’t we?”

Remus nods. “We are.”

Lily looks over at the kitchen, where Sirius is leaning on the kitchen island, looking like a model in an add with his dark hair gracefully falling over his eyes and wearing a white button-down with the top buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, animatedly talking to James, who looks dashingly handsome in his soft cashmere sweater, and has just taken four crystal wine glasses out of the cupboard and is now opening a bottle of wine that most likely costs more than what Remus and Lily used to pay for rent summed up.

“Oh well,” Lily sighs. “It was worth it.”

“So worth it,” Remus agrees, putting another chocolate truffle in his mouth.

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Okay but I would LOVE to here your heretical opinions on Padame if you ever want to share them or any of your other views on star wars prequel characters. Your character analysises are INCREDIBLE and really fun to read <3

Oh boy, are you sure about that? Well, the ask has been made so here, we, gooooooooooooooo!

Padme’s one of those strange characters who appears as one thing but in actuality is quite different. Because she appears as the first thing, and it’s something people really like, most people accept that at face value and if she’s not always consistent--well, she came from a series of screenplays written by George Lucas.

Padme comes across as a very noble, kind, and courageous character who is also quite politically savvy. At fourteen, against all odds, she saves her planet from invasion when the Senate did nothing, secured herself an ally in the chancellor (nevermind him being secretly Palpatine), and even after relinquishing her title as queen remains a major player in the senate for years and is seen as enough of a threat to warrant several assassination attempts (one so bad she has to be guarded by Jedi and sent home to Naboo for several weeks). 

And I’m not saying she’s not any of these things. Padme is very courageous, is one of those odd politicians who... believes she stands for what she believes in (more on this later), and has a remarkable political career.

However, she’s also romantic to the point of being completely and utterly delusional, self-centered, and frankly a little nuts.

(Yeah, you knew you were waiting for me to say something terrible, WEREN’T YOU?!) Right, so what’s wrong with Padme?

Well, if you look closely at a few of her choices, the ones that never seemed to make much sense, then you can look at her other choices and... Well, it all sort of comes together. 

That’s right, I’m talking about “Attack of the Clones” and “Revenge of the Sith”.

Attack of the Clones we have the very lackluster and strange romance of Anakin and Padme.

On Anakin’s end, his infatuation with Padme makes a lot of sense. She was part of the party that rescued him from slavery, she was very kind to him, and was the prettiest girl he’s ever seen in his life. Ten years later, always having harbored a crush on her memory and keeping it alive through whatever news he hears of her, she’s grown into a very beautiful woman and Anakin is by chance introduced back into her life. I get why Anakin falls head over heels for Padme, I’ll get more into this later and how their relationship has some major issues (aside from the obvious), but I understand why he marries this girl out of nowhere even when it could get him thrown out of the Jedi. (As an aside, since this is more of a Padme post, I think Anakin was spurred on in part also by the death of his mother and his massacre of the Tusken Raiders. Anakin’s life was flipped upside down in a very short amount of time, one of his great emotional ties is suddenly gone, and I think he has this internal crisis that culminates in him deciding to marry Padme. Without this, he and Padme may have become lovers, but I don’t think he’d marry her).

On Padme’s end... it’s a little less clear. Anakin has grown into an attractive young man, yes. Take out all of George Lucas’ dialogue, and maybe Padme finds Anakin very charming. However, Padme secretly marries a Jedi she’s known for three weeks. Now, I’d be a bit more forgiving of this, love is love and we can’t always think rationally, but there’s some other things.

Unlike Anakin, Padme hasn’t been spending the past ten years romanticizing her memory of Anakin Skywalker. When they met in Phantom Menace, Anakin was not only five years younger than her, he was nine-years-old. To fourteen-year-old Padme, Anakin was not then dating material and was instead this poor boy in slavery. Which means while Anakin has build up justifying this rapid romance, Padme really doesn’t. What this means is that her romance with Anakin reads a lot more like a romantic fantasy. Cute dashing bodyguard shows up, saves her life, through contrived circumstances they’re sent back to beautiful Naboo where they spend time together, only cute bodyguard is a Jedi and can’t marry, which makes their love excitingly taboo! 

Everything Padme does, before and after this point, lends itself to this overdeveloped sense of romance. Padme wants to be whisked away, wants to have this secret unsustainable marriage with a man who cannot be married, she’s in love with the idea of being in love. Given how little time she spends with Anakin, how little they really know of each other, I’d say she’s more in love with the idea of Anakin than Anakin Skywalker himself. And this isn’t a bad thing necessarily, or at least not a grievous flaw, however, that’s not all. 

Padme chooses to marry Anakin knowing he murdered an entire village of men, women, and children. She marries him almost immediately after the massacre of the Tusken Raiders. Note, she does not learn about this later and have to come to terms with it, she is right there. She is on Tatooine with him and sees him go to do it and then return. 

Padme doesn’t take it... particularly well, that said, she also seems to shove it under the carpet immediately. She, first, marries Anakin within days after this event. She second, never really has a “holy fuck, Anakin” conversation with him. And worst yet, she never confesses to anyone else. Padme is a hypocrite and willing to sacrifice everything she believes in, albeit I believe unwittingly, for her romantic fantasy.

She tells no one about what happened. An entire village was brutally massacred, those who are already poor and oppressed and have no voice, by a man who is supposed to be a protector of all people in the galaxy. I’m sorry, Anakin, but if Padme was who you think she is then she would have to tell the Jedi Order at the very least if not the Republic. Instead, there are no consequences, only Anakin’s descent into guilt and madness as three years pass with it festering in the back of his mind.  Padme does not stand for the poor, for the people, or for justice. She only does so when it does not conflict with her own interests, i.e. her actions regarding the invasion of Naboo. More, I do not believe Padme has the introspection to realize this about herself, she never realizes that not narking on Anakin was very very very bad. Three years pass and she lives the whirlwind romantic fantasy that she and Anakin both want. They’re secret lovers/spouses, meeting up at the oddest hours of the day and... This is three years of this ridiculous affair. Three years to come to terms with the fact that something must change. And then the kicker, Padme gets pregnant, and this is where the extra delusional comes in.

The child should have been a signal of the end. There can be no more secret now. Padme is having a child, presumably out of wedlock, and even if space is very very very different from our society I imagine this would be quite the scandal that could even get her thrown out of the senate. I believe Padme mentions as much to Anakin. More, Anakin is no longer a lover, he is now a father. What’s supposed to happen now? They raise this secret child, instructing them that Anakin is only a father in private, never in public?

Anakin and Padme briefly flirt with the idea of Anakin leaving the order. Anakin even wants to do so, but it... never happens. Now is the time it absolutely should happen. Yes, Anakin’s a big part of the war effort, but he could at least start talking to the Order and they could decide if it’d be a slow or fast exit. 

My theory, Padme’s too in love with the fantasy. Anakin leaving means he’s no longer a Jedi, it means he’ll come to Naboo, be unemployed and be around. Anakin visiting will no longer be this romantic, fraught with the danger of being found out, passionate, short lived event for Padme. It’ll become real life. He’ll be a real, ordinary man, she’ll be a real, ordinary, woman, and that spark of romance will be gone.

I don’t think Padme wants that. 

Which is why, even with the child on the way, we see Anakin and Padme continue to play out this ridiculous secret lovers fantasy. And then, of course, Anakin goes insane off screen.

Padme is told that, once again, Anakin has murdered dozens of children. Of course, this is a terrible thing to be told and she can’t process it. She needs to find Anakin and confront him, but people always criticize Lucas here and feel it’s out of character for Padme to have run to Anakin in sobbing hysterics with no plan of enacting vengence.

Frankly, I think it’s very in character. She did nothing about the Tuskens, remember? I think at the end of the day, the murder of the Jedi children means very little to her. What hurts Padme the most is that the fantasy of Anakin she married is not real. The Anakin she married would never murder the Jedi children, betray the Republic, or do any of what he’s done. And I think Padme only has that strong, iron, will when she knows the world she’s in. With the Trade Federation, her stance was obvious. Her people were being oppressed, butchered, and invaded. In this case, the world she knew no longer exists.

The Republic is gone, perhaps hasn’t existed in thirteen years, as it turns out the senator who had always been her biggest supporter was a Sith Lord. The Jedi are gone, children murdered by Anakin while those in the field are picked off by their own clone soldiers. Padme’s world has fallen apart, and I think that makes it much harder for her to be the girl we saw in Phantom Menace. In time, perhaps, she would have joined the rebellion but... I do think Padme might have also given into despair.

So, yeah, that’s Padme for you.

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dad!nikolai lantsov

nikolai is a king.

kings need heirs after all.

“maybe we’re not ready now and that’s plenty okay, my love, but i truly believe we should start practicing. it only makes perfect—for ravka, of course.”

you hit him.

unfortunately not hard enough to wipe the wicked smirk off of his face.

and when your first child is a daughter, nikolai is elated. he doesn’t even think twice about his heir. if we know anything about this man, nikolai lantsov is a supporter of strong women.

the future queen of ravka right here!!!

or maybe not. she can be whomever she pleases, pursue any occupation her heart desires except receiving employment from kaz brekker.

when he holds little natalya for the first time his heart threatens to still inside his chest.

she’s so small.

natalya is incredibly shy.

like is this actually nikolai lantsov’s child???

even at four, she’s quiet and reserved, preferring to play by herself.

nikolai worries.

but then something magical happens. he offers to bring her to a meeting.

it only ever starts because he’s tremendously bored and dreading the next hour.

he crouched down on one knee to her level. always. he wants her to be seen as an equal as much as possible, raising her to be strong and courageous. this is a small little decision so he finds it fair.

“petal, would you like to join me?”

she gives him a little nod.

an advisor brings up a chair for her.

that certainly won’t be needed. she crawls right into her father’s lap.

tamar stifles a chuckle at the stunned expression on the advisors.

the king of ravka with a small child??? this is an important economics meeting???

but nikolai knows a certain thief is running all of kerch’s finances anyway.

unsurprisingly, natalya is pleasant and quiet.

so much so nikolai sneaks a glance down at her, the weight leaning on his chest indicative of her presence.

she’s asleep.

yes, certainly nikolai lantsov’s child.

the meeting concludes.

genya offers to take her, ruffling back her curls from her forehead.

“no auntie, stay with da.”

these were like her first words in public so nikolai’s heart swells. his ego does not need to be stoked like this.

genya catches the contagion of his grin.

and from there on out whenever her father’s hand is in her own, natalya is a little less afraid of the big world around her.

toyla and tamar take to the twins especially.

zoya complains about the overwhelming and undeniable presence of nikolai in both of them but holds a soft spot for them both, nonetheless.

katya’s blonde curls are as unruly as her fathers but kostya carries the legacy of his father’s hazel eyes.

troublemakers those two.

natalya becomes genya’s shadow around this time, comfortable in the woman’s calming, gentle, and patient nature.

kostya gets into everything.

you learn patience from your firstborn son.

it’s only his curiosity, after all, a character trait you are familiar with in someone else you love.

the world is always more exciting from his father’s shoulders.

or from atop his flying ship.

katya sleeps with the wooden sword tamar had made for her.

it’s a little frightening.

zoya loves it.

nobody minds the palace growing.

your children are all well behaved, or as well behaved as young ones can be expected to be.

it’s their father’s golden heart in all of them. you’re convinced.

nobody is a servant or a royal to them,

just a friend.

and after little luka is born you have to ask.

“are you building an army, sobachka?”

he winks.

“it’s probable.”

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