#to connect 9/11 to mother fucking turning red???
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Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 17
Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 17
Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader
Rating: R for language and smut.
Words: ~3300 words.
Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*.
Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost…
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16
Part 17
Billy couldn’t stop gawking at you, wondering how it was possible you grew more beautiful each time he saw you. The red wrap dress you were wearing accentuated all your curves, and it took every bit of willpower he had not to rip it off of you and fuck you senseless right then and there. Unfortunately, he had to behave himself. Caravan was a pretty bouji place that had recently been labelled as one of the hottest restaurants in Manhattan and he had to pull a few strings to get a last-minute reservation for tonight. But seeing the smile on your face when you realized this was where you were dining had been completely worth all the hassle.
As the hostess guided the two of you to your table, he noticed a few assholes at the bar admiring you from afar. Immediately he snaked his arm around your waist to draw you in closer. You were his. If he could he’d pluck out every one of those fuckers’ eyes so they never made the mistake of looking at you again. Better yet, he’d keep you locked behind closed doors. Of course you wouldn’t agree to anything like that because you were too goddamn independent for your own good.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, taking a seat at your designated table.
Billy’s attention returned to your face as he followed suit, his gaze inhaling you in. “You look too hot. Too many assholes staring at you,” he grumbled.
The worried look on your face was replaced with a beaming smile, one that made his cock twitch.
“You’re being ridiculous” you remarked, scanning the menu.
His eyes drifted down to your chest, the swell of your soft, supple breasts just begging to be kissed and licked by him.
“Stop staring at my boobs, Billy,” you chastised even as a small smile graced your lips. “This is a proper first date. You can’t just ogle me like that. You have to behave like a gentleman.”
He quirked his eyebrow. “Sweetheart, I’ve never been that.”
“Well, try,” you ordered.
The waitress came by with the bottle of red wine you’d requested and poured some in both of your glasses. He noticed the redhead giving him a friendly smile, her green eyes lingering on him for a second too long. Fine, yeah, she may have been hot but she wasn’t you. No one was. So while he would have happily slipped her his number in the past, now the idea of being with someone who wasn’t you no longer excited him.
Once she left, he took the opportunity to move a few inches closer to you. What he really wanted was to get on his knees and bury his head between your legs, but something told him eating you out in in the crowded restaurant wouldn’t go over very well with you.
“I think she likes you.”
Hand propped on the back of your chair, he started playing with your hair. “Who?”
“Our waitress. She didn’t look at me once, her eyes were on you the entire time.”
He leaned in, ecstatic at the thought of you acting possessive. Even though you’d confessed to having feelings for him, Billy still worried you were ready to bolt at any moment. To see you jealous meant you genuinely cared and he didn’t have to worry about you leaving him. “She’s not my type. I have my eyes on someone else.”
You made a show of looking around the restaurant. “Oh, is Madani here too?”
“Funny,” he retorted, taking your hand in his.
“Your ginger’s lucky. I’m dressed way too nice or I’d take my knife and stab her with it.”
He smirked. “You’re vicious when you’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous. I just don’t like bad service.”
“Bullshit.”
“Billy, you’re hot. You know that. All the women here are checking you out. If I freaked out every time someone did that, I’d have a breakdown.”
He wanted to destroy the fucking world at the thought of someone even looking at you but apparently you were simply ambivalent about him. “So it’s that easy for you? Your brain tells you to turn off a feeling and your heart just does it?” Even to his own ears he sounded bitter. “Guess you’re not all that invested in me.”
Your eyebrow quirked up, apparently surprised by his edgy tone. “Do you want me to go nuts?”
“Just want you to give a damn.”
“You think I don’t?” you snapped. “Every time she looks at you I want to tear her hair out. Even though the rational part of me knows she’s probably just flirting with you because it’s part of her job or she’s hoping for big tips. Or maybe she really does want to fuck you. Either way, I want to punch her across the face. Happy?” You gulped down your wine.
Grinning, he squeezed your hand. “Then why not just tell me that? Why act like you don’t care?”
The agitated expression on your face was replaced with tenderness, your eyes soft. “Just because I don’t have a jealous fit doesn’t mean I don’t care. I just…” You exhaled a sigh, and he sensed this was difficult for you. “I express my emotions differently than you.”
“I noticed. You put on an act while holding everything in.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“But I want you, the real you, not the version everyone else sees.”
“It’s not that easy, Billy.”
He brought your palm to his lips. “I’d never told anyone about my mother.”
“You didn’t tell me either,” you pointed out.
“You found out anyway, and I’m so fucking glad you did. Otherwise I wouldn’t have realized I could be real with you.” He placed a tender kiss on your skin. “I don’t want to hide anything from you, Y/N.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Then tell me about William Rawlins.”
Your request gave him pause, his eyes roaming over your face. He’d taken painstaking measures to keep his partnership with Rawlins a secret yet you’d discovered it. “What do you want to know?”
“He gave you a lot of money.”
“I earned that money,” he said in a defensive tone. “He and I were partners for a while. Then he died.”
“You went to a lot of trouble to hide your connection to him.”
“You found out about it though.”
You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m good at what I do.”
“Yeah, too good,” he muttered. He released your hand, watching you intently. “So what do you want to know?”
You leaned in closer, your voice barely above a whisper. He was momentarily distracted by the sensation of your tits pressed against him but he forced himself to concentrate.
“What happened to Rawlins, did you have anything to do with it?”
Billy took a swig of his wine. “Why do you think that?”
You quirked your eyebrow at him. “Knifed by someone in the parking lot. They never found the guy who did it.”
“He had a lot of enemies,” he pointed out.
“Okay, so maybe I was wrong.”
He studied you for several seconds, trying to decide if he should take the leap or not. “You’re not wrong.”
Realization dawned on your face as the truth set in. “Why did you do it?”
“You sure you want to know?”
“I’m asking, aren’t I?”
So he told you, about Operation Cerberus, his role in it and the money he earned, how he’d eliminated Rawlins a year ago when the prick plotted to take out Frank and his family. To this day Frank didn’t know about Billy’s partnership with Rawlins or how close he came to dying and he intended to keep it that way.
Throughout his confession his eyes were glued to your face, gauging your reactions. The part of him determined to do anything to be a success, the one who didn’t let society’s morals get in the way of his ambitions, would never be accepted by his closest friends. Despite the myriad of reasons to have kept that side of himself hidden, he didn’t want to do that with you. Because as risky as it was to be so open with you, it was also exhilarating. There was no one in this world he’d ever been this honest with and that kind of intense connection with you was addictive. He wanted you to know everything about him, all of the dark and vicious thoughts that ran through his head, the burning ambition that kept pushing him forward. He wanted you to know him inside and out and he wanted the same from you.
Before he could prod you to speak your mind the server came by with your dishes, setting your meals on the table. The redhead took her time, all the whilst your gaze was focused on the table, avoiding his. Billy’s heart started to pound in his chest, he was suddenly filled with doubt. Had he made a mistake in telling you the truth? Did he just completely fuck this up? Every second the goddamn redhead lingered at the table felt like an eternity when all he wanted was to shake you out of your stupor.
The second the server left, he moved in on you. “Are you gonna say something?”
You finally looked at him, your forehead burrowed. “We need to do a better job of hiding your history with Rawlins. I found it, that means someone else can too.”
“You gonna help me with that?”
You shook your head ‘yes’. “Yeah, I have to. You need me.”
“What I did doesn’t bother you?”
You exhaled a heavy sigh. “Of course it does, but there’s nothing I can do about it. You’ve seen me at my worst and you didn’t judge me. I won’t do that to you either. Besides, when the universe deals you a shitty hand you’ve got to find other ways to even out your odds.”
A strange feeling of warmth flooded over him, compelling him to angle forward and kiss you on the lips.
You pulled away a second later, smiling at him as you rubbed the corner of his mouth. “This lipstick isn’t kiss-proof.”
“I don’t care.” Wicked visions of you flashed through his mind. Your bold red lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him off the way he liked it. His cum spread over your tits, your neck, your lips. The taste of your sweet, delicious cunt on his tongue as he fucked you with his mouth. The heat of your tongue against his as he rammed into you over and over-
“Stop looking at me like that,” you warned.
“Then stop looking so hot,” he snarked.
You smiled, biting down on your bottom lip.
It blew his mind how sweet and shy you were when he paid you compliments, like you didn’t expect that from him. Obviously he needed to fix that, because you deserved to know how insanely beautiful you were all the time.
“Has Anvil been okay without Rawlins?” you asked, taking a bite out of your butternut squash ravioli.
Swallowing his steak, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. “It was tough for a while but we’ve been doing pretty well the last few months.”
“You should be proud of what you’ve accomplished, Billy. You took a big risk going into business for yourself and you made it work. That’s amazing. I could never do that.”
Billy’s insides radiated with happiness. Other than Curtis and Frank he never really had people who genuinely believed in him so to have you cheering him on was exalting. Especially considering you were great at what you did and he had so much respect for you.
He poured himself and you more wine before reaching for your hand again. “I think you could. You’d make a shitload of money if you freelanced.”
You shook your head ‘no’. “No way, I’m too much of a coward to take a risk like that.” You took a sip of your wine. “Plus I get to go to Paris for work.”
“Or you could go to Paris on vacation and not work.”
“Then I’d have to pay for it,” you pointed out, grinning. “When you grow up the way I did, you learn to appreciate free things.”
Your enthusiasm was infectious, he couldn’t hep but smile back. A part of him was hoping this would be the perfect opening for you to talk more about your childhood, about everything you went through, because he desperately wanted you to trust him as much as he trusted you with his secrets.
“I’ll be there for two weeks,” you continued, oblivious to his disappointment. “We’re going to scout out locations for the new branch and-”
“We?” Billy interjected.
You cast him a quick glance. “Roger’s coming with me on the trip.”
The jealousy that struck him felt like a swift kick to his gut. Images of you and that goddamn bastard traipsing around and enjoying romantic date nights in Paris assaulted his mind. Agitated, he pulled his hand from yours. “I bet that fucker can’t wait to be alone with you.”
“Billy, come on. You can’t be serious.”
“How would you feel if I took off with someone who wanted to fuck me?”
“First of all, he doesn’t want me.”
His jaw clenched with frustration as he glared at you. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He’s thought about fucking you.”
“Even if he does, I don’t want him.” You reached out to cup his face, your voice so soft and tender in your attempts to placate him that he momentarily forgot how upset he was. “You really think I’d jeopardize what we have for a fling with Roger? I wouldn’t do that.”
“Then don’t go. Turn him down.”
Irritation flickered over your face, he could tell you were done coddling him. “Billy, you have no right to ask me that. I’d never interfere with your work.”
Underneath all that jealousy he knew you were right. As much as he despised the idea of you going away to Paris with another guy, he couldn’t demand that you not go on work trips. If you did that to him, it would annoy the fuck out of him. Yet despite his rational side recognizing he was asking for too much, he couldn’t help but feel bitter. “That asshole’s gonna make a move on you, I know it.”
“What if he does? What do you think is gonna happen?”
Hs eyes met yours, urgently seeking some kind of validation from you. “You tell me.”
“Do you think I’m going to sleep with him?”
He flinched. “Don’t talk about fucking another guy, please. You’re gonna make me lose my appetite.”
You took his hand and placed it over your left breast, probably to distract him from all the disgusting images that were running through his brain. “I wanted you so badly and even then it took me like a month to fuck you. Trust me, I’m not going to sleep with him when I’m not even attracted to him.”
Spotting the earnestness in your eyes, the knot in his stomach finally loosened. Roger may have had a hard-on for you but Billy knew you felt nothing for the fucker. He’d noticed that even at the night of the gala. So that meant he had to trust you, there was no reason not to. “Call me every night when you’re there,” he grumbled.
“Every night? You’re probably going to start blocking my calls,” you laughed.
He booped your nose. “Every. Fucking. Night.”
You beamed. “Fine.” A wicked glint flashed in your eyes, a seductive smile on your lips as you slowly moved his hand lower, his fingers now on your nipple. “Hey, just ‘cause you’re not there with me doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”
He stroked your nipple over the fabric of your dress, enjoying how the nub hardened under his touch, the way your breath hitched in your throat when he continued his ministrations. With his other hand he tucked your hair behind your ear, whispering to you. “Phone sex is alright, but nothing beats this.” His tongue curved along the shell of your ear, and you trembled against him. “Right?”
The waitress seemed to come out of nowhere this time to ask how your meals were, and you jumped back. Disappointed, he sighed.
“Food was great. Thank you,” you replied, smiling stiffly at the redhead.
“Can I get you anything else?”
“Privacy would be great,” Billy muttered.
You kicked him under the table. “Dessert menu?”
“Sure. I’ll bring it right over,” the waitress said, taking your plates away.
“I’ll give you all the sugar you want once we get outta here,” he murmured seductively, caressing your thigh.
You giggled, rolling your eyes. “That’s a terrible line!” You took his hand and removed it from your thigh. “Billy, I’m not sleeping with you tonight.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s our first date and I don’t put out on the first date.”
“Now that’s a terrible line,” he fired back, mimicking your earlier tone.
“Also, we already had sex this morning.”
“So? I’m greedy. I can’t get enough of you.” There was that shy smile of yours again, and he reached out to give you a sweet peck on the cheek. “You blush every time I tease you.”
“I do?”
“Yeah, it’s adorable.”
Your cheeks grew even more red. “I’m not used to it from you. A part of me still thinks you’re bullshitting me.”
Billy stiffened. “Really?”
“I know you’re not playing me,” you reassured. “It’s on me, not you. I just have a hard time accepting when good things happen.”
The waitress came by with the dessert menu. He briefly glanced at it before ordering a slice of pecan pie while you ordered a piece of chocolate cake.
As soon as the redhead left, he broached the topic with you again. “I’m not gonna hurt you, babe. You have to believe that.”
You didn’t look at him, your eyes fixed somewhere on his chest. “I do. You were so pissed off at me last night. I honestly expected you to hit me because you were so angry. But you didn’t.”
It made him sick to his stomach that you actually thought him capable of hitting you. It hadn’t even occurred to him that you would worry about that, but of course you would. With your childhood it made perfect sense, he was just a fucking idiot who hadn’t realized how much it still impacted you. “I’m never gonna lay a hand on you. I swear.” His eyes locked with yours, hoping you can sense how much he meant those words.
“I believe you.”
His voice was insistent, his gaze boring into you. “Why did you think I would?”
Your eyes wavered from his eyes to his lips for a long time, the atmosphere thick with tension. Your facial expressions ran the gamut of painful emotions, from uncertainty to fear to sheer panic.
It finally sank in that maybe the reason you were keeping the truth from him had noting to do with if you trusted him or not. Maybe you didn’t want to be assaulted by memories from the past that caused you so much pain. The last thing he wanted was for you to experience that hell again. Regretting his demanding tone, his hands caressed down the length of your arms. “You don’t have to tell me, It’s okay.”
Your eyes brimmed with aching vulnerability as you looked up at him. “I want to… I just… give me some time, okay?” You pressed your lips against his, giving him the softest, sweetest kiss. “I’ve been looking forward to tonight for so long, I don’t want to ruin it, you know?”
His heart felt full, his mind reeling with wonderment at the thought of you truly reciprocating his feelings. His arms wrapped around you as you sank into him, burying your face in his chest. His fingers stroked the back of your hair, murmuring soft, soothing words to you. Somewhere in the distance he heard the server’s voice trying to interject, but he didn’t give a damn. He was yours and you were his and nothing was going to ruin that. Nothing.
Part 18
A/N - I realize not much happened in this chapter but I just reallly wanted to write a dialogue heavy part where they simply get to know and enjoy each other. I think they’ve earned some fluff. LOL.
As always, thank you for your kind words of encouragement. Please let me know your thoughts.
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Tracklisting
So far, the only track I’ve heard of is “Easy On Me,” and my best friend has told me it’s about Adele’s divorce. So, going to give my predictions for the songs based on their title alone.
1. Strangers By Nature I would LOVE to believe this is a meet-cute song. There’s the potential it’s about her son, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard a mother describe her child as a stranger by nature. Strangely, it hit a chord with me because it’s how I perceive my biological family. Should be people I know, love, etc. We’re connected by nature, but strangers. But knowing Adele, she’s opening with a power ballad about the distance in her marriage before her break-up. Expect tears early on.
2. Easy On Me So, what I know of so far is that this song is about Adele’s divorce, and was described as her way of explaining her divorce to her son. With a name like Easy On Me, you’d expect this to be about a simple, empowering decision. But my best friend shed more tears over this than I shed over the entire re-release of Red (Taylor’s Version). So, I’m expecting Adele to be telling us how the divorce was anything BUT easy on her. I’m out of tissues. I’m fucked.
3. My Little Love Hoping for a reprieve here, because this sounds like it should be a parent’s ode to their child. I swear to god, Adele. If it’s anything but... Either way, I’m still screwed.
4. Cry Your Heart Out So, I’m naively hoping that this song is her calling out toddler tantrums. “That’s it, darling. Cry your heart out in the middle aisle of Waitrose, just because I turned down your request for chocolate truffles. I’ll be over here writing a mocking song whilst I console myself with more wine.” I can hope, right? Yeah, I don’t believe that scenario, either.
5. Oh My God So, that stage where you’re fighting your significant other, throw your hands up in frustration and exclaim “Oh my god?!” I’m expecting that.
6. Can I Get It Adele? Babes? Is this a thirst track? Oooh, I hope so.
7. I Drink Wine Hadn’t registered the track name before describing my theory for ‘Cry Your Heart Out’. Isn’t it funny how we all hate wine until we hit... well, motherhood. “It’s one of Mummy’s five a day, darling. Eat your avocado toast.”
8. All Night Parking If this chronicles her finding out that her husband was cheating on her, because he parked somewhere else all night, I swear to god... IF it’s chronicling her experiences of dogging, I’m quitting Spotify.
9. Woman Like Me You know that moment you want to point out to your very-soon-to-be ex that they won’t find someone like you? This may indeed be that track. It feels like a stark callback to Someone Like You. People may indeed be easily replaceable in Adele’s discography.
10. Hold On Expecting this to fucking kill me. That period after a break up is rough. “Did I make the right decision?” “How the hell do I move on from this?” “Holy shit, I’m now a single parent...” The reality can really hit like a tonne of bricks. That’s what I’m expecting this to be about. I’m messaging my neighbour to apologise in advance for the earth-shattering sobs.
11. To Be Loved So, this could be about Adele saying she’s ready to be loved because she’s moved on. It MIGHT be happy. However, I’m fully expecting something resembling Taylor’s Tolerate It, talking about how she (or her ex) deserve to be loved. If you hear of oddly specific localised flooding in England, I’m fine!
12. Love Is A Game Theory time. Ms T Swift moved the release of Red (TV) forward to accommodate the release of 30. The two between them have created Sad Girl Autumn. Of course, Taylor’s just released State of Grace (TV) which includes the line “Love is a ruthless game, unless you play it good and right.” We also know a certain Ms T. Swift rather enjoys easter eggs of the not-so-chocolate variety. Could this be hinting at a collab?* Either way, expecting this to be about Adele falling in love with someone new, and the learning that goes into dating. Sometimes, it does feel like a game. And sometimes you date a headfuck who is JUST playing games.
*HOLY SHIT, so there’s rumours about it, but a source has denied it. Watching this space.
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Damienette arranged marriage: part 14
Credits: Miraculous Ladybug team for the elements I take from MLB show. DC for their characters, @ozmav for the AU, @maribat-archive for giving me access to so many different stories to have take inspirations from, @thyladyanput for idea for Chat Damian and me for the plot.
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Marinette wanted to chase after him, but suddenly the pain in her heart flared again. She suddenly detransformed and fell on her knees. The green glow around her heart got stronger and she was suppressing the scream of pain.
“I am so sorry Marinette. I tried to heal you… but this is some dark magic. Oh no! I think I made it worse…” Tikki was lamenting while floating next to the girl. The last thing Marinette rememebed before passing out from the pain was a scream and a pair of green eyes staring at her. There might have been some words, but she was unable to hear them.
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Damian cursed under his breath. Of course something like this would happen. Marinette passed out from the pain that the curse was causing her. Only my mother. He tired to remember anything that would help, but nothing came. He was certain it had something to do with the marriage ceremony, but what exactly he had no idea. The whole ceremony was quite hazy in his memory. He didn’t really pay that much attention to what was said, instead trying to free himself. He looked at the worried kwami floating around in panic.
“tt. Jon. Lay her down on the bed. You.” He looked at Tikki. “Why did this happen?”
“I don’t know. When we merged I tried to heal her body so she stood a chance. There was some dark magic around Marinette’s heart and I tired to purify it, but it pushed me out and this happened. Oh my Marinette.” Tikki almost started to cry.
“That is mother’s fault. She did something during wedding. This is some… curse or something.”
There were several bangs and three people barged into the room. The boy wore a black, teal, and cyan suit, appearing to be slender and muscular. His suit had a snake texture along with the same kind of underbelly like a snake and had a cyan colored mask around his eyes. His eyes were green and his hair was in same coloration as his outfit. He held a lyre in battle position.
Next was a girl. She wore a red bodysuit with an image of a black rose with a yellow outlining involving her from her left leg to her chest with the flower holding the images that represent the three elements: lightning, air and water. She also had a black collar/turtleneck (where she had her choker), black forearm-length gloves and black legs starting at a point in the middle of her lower legs, both with yellow outlining. On the back of her head, she had four red dragon like horns with yellow tips with black outlining and, on her back, she had a holder for her sword. On her face, she wore a red mask around her eyes with yellow and black outline at the base of the sides. Her eyes were golden with a yellow scleras.
Third was Chloe.
“What is going on here?” Viperion asked with worry when he saw Marinette on the bed. Tikki hid behind Damian not to expose her chosen.
“She is suffering from some kind of curse. I have no knowledge of what set it off.” Damian summarized.
“I can hear her song…” Viperion said more to himself than anyone in particular. “It’s… so distorted. Almost like there was… I never before encountered anything like this.”
“Her song?” Chloe looked like she was about to faint. TMI. Waay TMI for one day.
“There is time for questions will come later. For now Mar… This girl needs our help.” Ryuko stated calmly, but there was some well-hidden fear in her voice. Not well enough for Damian.
The stutter did not escape young Wayne. Marinette never told him the identities of the two remaining full-time heroes. She did tell him she only had two friends that still supported her though and it was not that hard to connect the dots.
“I agree.” He said. “I assume you are trustworthy enough if Ladybug made you a full-time heroes. Kent, get me my case.”
Jon made a faux salut and flew to his room. In just a moment he was back with the silver case. He put it on the ground and Damian opened it. Viperion and Ryuko looked at the content and their expression shifted a bit. While the girl stayed silent, a small gasp escaped serpent hero. The only reaction Robin gave them was an absent-minded dismissive hand-wave while he pillaged through the utility belt.
At the same time Chloe was next to Marinette’s unconscious body. She could see that even now she was in great pain. A tear fell down the blonde’s face. “I just got a friend… don’t make me alone again. I promise I will be the best friend ever…”
“tt. I have no more anti-charms.”
“So call Raven. I am sure she can come here.” Jon suggested. “I will even carry her here to speed things up.
“She is in different plane of existence on some… pilgrimage. And my roaming does not cover hell or wherever she went.”
“Zatana then? Doctor Fate?” Superboy did not gave up and started to enumerate the Justice League members that had some knowledge of magic.
“tt. Yeah. Let’s get Santa Claus” Damian joked.
“No can do. He is too busy before christmas.” Tikki said surprising everyone. There was a loud THUD! and Chloe was now fainted on the floor.
“Weren’t you supposed to stay hidden? And he is real?!” Damian screamed the last part.
“I am the first thing that ever came into existence, you are best friends with two aliens, a mutant and a half-devil. Do you honestly have trouble believing in Santa Claus?” Tikki asked. “Oh my… I am turning into Plagg…” She moaned.
“Yes. the best way to spend time is to wallow about your choice of words while your chosen is fucking dying from pain.” Damian cursed.
“I know a solution. In fairy tales most curses can be broken with true love’s kiss!” Tikki said happily.
“Does it look like a fairy tale to you?” Damian was losing patience
“No. But there is a reason why people believed in it. Only it doesn’t work that way really.” She paused and Damian sent her a death glare. Kagami, Luka and Jon all decided to step back to give them space. None had any idea who would come victorious. Tikki might have been all-powerful, but Damian had enough tenacity and determination to not care. “The true loves kiss can only break some curses, mostly related to love.”
“So whatever curse mother put on her during the wedding should be reversable with a… kiss?”
“Exactly!”
Damian pondered this. He wanted to do it, but he just… froze. Every part of him was telling him that this was the only way. That he had to save her. But at the same time, this little part of his brain was telling him that this was not right. That their first kiss should not be like that.
Damian slowly approached and took Marinette’s hand. He leaned over so their faces were only centimeters apart.
“I am sorry.’
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Aid - Chapter 8/13
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Soda Kazuichi/Tanaka Gundham
Tags: Alternate Universe - Island Mode, No Game Spoilers, Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Grinding, Wet Dreams, Anal Fingering, Friends With Benefits, Getting Together, Internalized Homophobia, Anal Sex
Summary: Everyone is hot and half naked because of their beach vacation. Soda is horny and tries to do something about it. Gundham tries to help and does. It all gets a little out of hand.
Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13
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This Chapter: Soda thinks he's ready, but things keep getting in the way: Soda thinks some more, Gundham helps a mother, and Hajime figures out what's going on.
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Soda laughed for a while longer, half at Hajime and half at the whole stupid situation.
Once he was done, he glanced around to make sure Nagito was well out of ear shot.
“Sooo?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“What?” Hajime was still blushing.
“Gimme the deats dude! You touch his dick yet?” He flashed Hajime a toothy grin.
“What the hell, Soda? No!” Hajime turned about twice as red as he had been. “I haven’t even told him I’m into him yet, of course I haven’t touched his dick…”
Right. Soda’s smile fell and he felt himself begin to blush as well. That was how these things were supposed to go: feelings first, dicks later.
Wow he was such a fuck up.
“Soda? C’mon man I’m not actually mad. You just surprised me, asking that kind of thing out of nowhere. I get that you were just messing with me, so cheer up.”
“Ha, yeah. I was… just messing around!” Soda forced a nervous laugh and hoped it was believable enough.
He could feel Hajime’s questioning gaze on him, but neither of them said anything.
“So… how’re you gonna tell him?” Soda kept his eyes on his feet.
“I… don’t know. I might not. I’m still thinking it over.” Soda glanced to the side, Hajime was also staring at his feet.
“Is that really, like, okay? I mean, I dunno, won’t you be sad or whatever if you never tell him?”
“Maybe, but it’s not like I’ll for sure be happy if I do tell him, you know?”
Right. Admitting your feelings wasn’t even supposed to be the hard part. It was what came after…
“You think he’ll reject you?”
“Maybe.” Hajime heaved a deep sigh. “But it’s probably best to just get it over with, right?” Hajime flashed him a smile. “If he does rejects me, though, I expect you to clear your schedule so you can mend my poor broken heart.” Hajime dramatically placed the back of his hand to his forehead and leaned against Soda as he spoke.
“Sure, thing man, just promise you won’t try to rebound with me.” Soda snickered.
“Already told you you’re not my type, dude.”
“Not even when you’re heartbroken and maybe a little drunk?”
“Wow dude, sounds like you’re making plans. Maybe I should go to Chiaki instead…” Hajime pulled away from him with an overexaggerated sigh.
“C’mon man! I was just thinking that’s what people do when they get rejected, right? Have a beer to numb the pain or whatever!” Soda was doing his best to sound upset. “I said I wasn’t into you either man, so don’t be like that.” He looked at Hajime with his best pout.
They shared a look, then laughed at each other.
“But really, Hajime, however things work out, I’ll be right here supporting you the whole time.” Soda gave him a thumbs-up.
“I know, and I’m here for you too, okay? If you ever decide you actually want to tell me what’s going on with you, I’ll be right here.” Hajime smiled and bumped his shoulder against Soda’s, and Soda knew he was telling the truth.
He didn’t cry.
But it was close.
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They ended up spending most of the day together, just wandering around the islands and chatting with whoever they happened to come across. They didn’t see Gundham.
Soda kept spacing out. Hajime definitely noticed, but just let him think, only really getting his attention when one of their friends approached.
He knew he needed to talk to Gundham, but he still wasn’t sure what to say.
Hey, thanks for all the good sex and stuff, I think I want to ruin it by having weird feelings now, if that’s cool?
Even if he did figure out what to say, he had no idea how Gundham was going to react. Like, obviously Gundham was a pretty nice guy, so he probably wouldn’t hit Soda or anything, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t gonna get mad. They had a good thing going, if Soda tried to wreck it with his stupid gross feelings, he wouldn’t even be able to blame Gundham for being pissed.
Why did he have to go and start feeling things about Gundham? Why did he have to ruin everything?
How much longer could he go without telling Gundham?
It’s probably best to just get it over with.
Stupid Hajime with his stupid wisdom.
Fine. He was going to do it. Next time he got Gundham alone, he was going to sit him down and just talk.
About feelings.
Feelings that he had.
For Gundham.
Feelings like…
Feelings he couldn’t think about for too long. He was just going to scare himself out of talking to Gundham if he did.
He let Hajime guide him around the island while he tried, and failed, not to think of Gundham.
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Dinner time rolled around before Soda even realized it, and suddenly he found himself being led to the hotel restaurant by Hajime.
He hadn’t even noticed he was hungry, but the second he saw the food spread out before him he was starving. It wasn’t until he had piled his plate high with food and taken his usual seat, with Hajime across from him, that he noticed Gundham had yet to arrive.
Hid heart raced a little faster at the thought of him, but he forced himself to calm down. It wasn’t like they were going to talk about… stuff in front of all their friends, so there was no need for him to be nervous.
He had just about calmed himself down when Gundham walked in and undid all of his hard work with nothing but a glance and a little wave. Soda nodded in return and his heart was back to racing. He was sure he was red, was sure that Hajime noticed and was connecting the dots, and he was sure he couldn’t wait until after dinner to do this. The second Gundham got his food and came to sit down, he was going to ask him to come back to his cabin to talk. Fuck whatever their friends would think about it, he needed to do this.
But Gundham never came to sit down.
Just as suddenly and quietly as he had arrived, he was already leaving.
Soda turned in his seat to call out to him, but he was already gone. He turned back to his food and tried to figure out what had just happened.
“Huh, anyone know where Gundham’s off to so quickly?” Sweet, blessed Hajime. Soda looked to his friend with gratitude, but he just casually sipped his tea and looked to the rest of the table. Soda would die for this man.
“Oh, he’s most likely headed back to the ranch.” Nagito had appeared behind Hajime. He placed a hand on his back before sitting next to him and picking up his utensils. Soda applauded Hajime’s ability to keep his cool, noticing only the slightest tinge of pink on his cheeks.
“The ranch?” Soda spoke up, can’t make Hajime do all the work.
Nagito shifted his unfocused gaze to Soda “Mmm, earlier today I happened to be walking by and saw a horse acting strangely. I thought I told everyone at breakfast this morning, but I suppose you were a bit out of sorts. Forgive me for being so useless.” God this guy was weird, it was obviously Soda’s fault for not listening.
“It’s fine, so… Gundham’s helping the horse then?” If an animal was in trouble, the way Gundham had run out at breakfast would totally make sense.
“Yes, and its foal as well. Apparently, the horse was giving birth and I failed to notice. Gundham helped with the delivery, but, from what a useless piece of trash like me could gather, it seems the foal came early and is quite sickly.”
“You… shouldn’t call yourself that Nagito…” Soda spared a moment to mentally cheer Hajime on before focusing in on what Nagito had said.
So Nagito had announced that he saw a horse being weird at breakfast and that had been why Gundham had left so suddenly with him. Then just now, he had probably just been grabbing something to eat before going back to the ranch, since the baby horse was sick. Well at least Gundham wasn’t pissed at him or something.
Not yet anyways.
Soda sighed. That probably meant he was going to have to wait even longer to talk with Gundham. A stable, which was most likely filled with horse shit, where Gundham was looking after a sick foal? Didn’t really seem like the right place for a feelings talk…
Stupid horse, having a baby early and making Gundham take care of it because he’s such a sweet and caring guy that he would never stand by and let an animal suffer, even if it meant missing out on his own vacation and skipping meals with his friends because Gundham was just selfless like that and an all around amazing guy who-
Soda put his head in his hands. Thinking about what a good guy Gundham was really wasn’t helping him deal with the fact that he was going to have to keep waiting to talk to him.
He finished the rest of his meal in relative silence, only speaking up to do his best as Hajime’s official wingman whenever there was an awkward pause between him and Nagito.
When everyone was finished eating, Hajime stopped him before he could head to his cabin to wallow in peace.
“Thanks for… y’know.” Hajime had a hand on the back of his neck and was blushing slightly
“No problem, just be sure to invite me to the wedding.” Soda gave a half-hearted smirk and some weak finger guns, and Hajime huffed in amusement.
“We’ll see.” They both laughed. “So…” There was a pause. “Gundham.” It wasn’t a question.
“Dude, please don’t.” Soda whined, he knew he had made fun of Hajime that morning, and he 100% deserved to be treated the same way, but he really wasn’t in the mood.
“But I’m right, right?”
“Dude.”
“Fine, but at least admit your taste in men is just as shitty as mine.” Hajime laughed and patted him on the back.
“Fine, sure, we both suck. Can we drop it now?”
“Course dude, just…” Soda looked up at his friend, willing him to just shut up and not make fun of him. “I’m rooting for you, okay?”
“Oh.” Not what he had expected. “Um… thanks. Really. I… thanks.” Hajime just patted his back one more time and headed off to his cabin. Soda let out a deep sigh and glanced in the direction of the ranch, before heading back to his own cabin for the night.
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The next few days sucked.
Apparently, the mom horse was doing okay, but the baby wasn’t getting much better. Gundham was spending almost all his time at the ranch trying to help, so Soda only ever saw him when he was running in and out of the restaurant to collect his meals. He was jealous of the horse.
Hajime was doing his best to keep Soda occupied, but it wasn’t working too well. Mostly, it was because Nagito had taken to hanging around them, and as happy as Soda to see Hajime get a bit of solid flirting in every now and then, it just made him feel lonelier. He was jealous of Hajime.
On the third day, Mikan let everyone know that the foal’s condition was improving. Apparently, she had been helping out where she could. Even if animals and people were different, some of the basics were still the same, so Gundham had requested her assistance. It made sense, it wasn’t like there was anything Soda could do. But still… He was jealous of Mikan.
The fourth day found them all at the beach, except for Gundham of course, who was still keeping an eye on the foal. Soda half-heartedly participated in whatever games his friends were playing and was a little proud of himself for not creeping on Sonia while he did, but mostly, he just missed Gundham. He watched his friends laughing and splashing around in the water. He was jealous of all of them.
Lying in his bed on the fifth night, Soda didn’t know how much more he could take. He had been ready for his big stupid talk with Gundham five fucking days ago, and he knew he was slowly losing his nerve with each day that passed. The horse had been improving, right? So how much longer would it be before Gundham stopped spending every god damned waking moment at the ranch?
Wait.
Soda glanced at his alarm clock, it was a quarter past midnight.
Perfect.
Soda wouldn’t put it past Gundham to have stayed over night at the ranch those first few days, but now that the foal was doing okay? Gundham had to be sleeping in his cabin, right? So, Soda just had to wake him up and make him listen.
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t actually a perfect plan, but it was good enough. Gundham’s cabin would be plenty private, and, most importantly, Soda wouldn’t have to wait anymore.
He got out of bed and dressed himself; just shorts and a t-shirt, no need to bother with his coveralls this late, before giving himself a once over in the mirror and heading out.
He could feel his heart beating faster. This was it. He was going to make sure Gundham understood exactly how he felt, even if he still wasn’t 100% certain about it himself. No more stupid thoughts getting in his way, no more stupid Nagito pulling Gundham away, and no more stupid sick animals to keep them apart.
This was it.
He raised his hand to knock on Gundham’s door, but before he could actually do it, he heard Gundham call his name.
“Kazuichi…” It was quiet, but Soda definitely heard it. Wow, did Gundham’s weird animal mindreading powers extend to him now too? And what did that say about him? Nah, Gundham had probably just seen him through the window or something. Well, whatever, if Gundham knew he was there he might as well go in.
He opened the door and slipped in, making sure to close it behind him.
“Hey. So I-”
Oh.
As he turned to face Gundham he realized that he had, in fact, not known Soda was there. He had called his name for an entirely different reason.
Gundham was on his back, knees bent, with one hand on his dick and one further down, between his legs.
Oh. Shit.
Gundham’s face was hard to read, but he definitely hadn’t been expecting Soda.
“I-I-I’m so fucking sorry! I’ll leave! I just though I heard- I mean I guess I did hear? But you weren’t- I mean? I’m sorry.” Soda turned to leave, fumbling for the door handle.
“My dear consort…” Gundham’s voice was airy, breathless. It went straight to Soda’s dick.
“Y-yeah?” Soda turned his head back to Gundham and tried his best not to stare at the hand between his legs. Gundham must have noticed. He smiled and slowly began to move his hand.
“Aid me.”
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young god | chapter 4
serial killer!han jisung au
chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11| 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | epilogue |
word count: 1.8k
warnings: themes of domestic abuse, descriptions of violence, and foul language.
description: jisung keeps getting flashbacks, and he’s determined to do whatever it takes to keep them at bay. tonight, however, he makes one mistake that sends everything spiralling out of control.
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04| two roads diverged
A light fog was seeping into the night air when Jisung stepped out of your apartment complex, flinging the empty takeout boxes into the Dumpsters as he staggered past. There were no cars on the street at this hour, the campus having shut it gates an hour or so earlier. He checked his phone. 1:00 A.M. on the dot.
He ducked into an alleyway -- a shortcut -- which was also dim, lined sparsely with flickering street lamps that split his shadow into distorted fragments. In his peripheral vision, it almost looked like someone was following him. Yanking his hood over his head, Jisung began walking faster.
“You’re dead,” he mumbled, eyes darting around as he wove through the alleys. A dull throbbing was beginning to ebb and wane in his head. “You’re dead, you’re dead, you’re supposed to be dead.”
His fist slammed into the brick wall on the last word, entire body slumping forward. The sound of his own heavy breathing seemed to echo in his ears as he screwed his eyes shut, images flashing behind his eyelids. Your smiling face under the veil of moonlight, eyes softened into crescents. Her bled-out, empty one, eyes staring back at him but not seeing. Jisung had thought he could take it -- the hot flashes of memories you seemed to draw out of him without even trying. He’d thought that maybe, he could last one night, that if you were by his side, the nightmares would finally stay at bay. That maybe, if you thought that he was a normal boy, he could convince himself, too.
Feet feeling like they were dragging through cement, he stumbled to the end of the alleyway, which opened up into the clearing of a park. In front of him now was a children’s playground. During the day, it was alight with shrieks of laughter and joy, mothers and fathers chasing their delighted children up and down slides and colourful swing sets. Now, however, it was hollow and barren as a graveyard, cold metal waiting for the new day to bring back its warmth.
On his left lay the Yellow Wood, where two paths of the park diverged into a thicket of sparse forest. Across from the playground, Jisung could see the main street, lined with shops. Their windows were dark now -- if he wasn’t wrong, the latest shop on campus closed at 1 A.M. -- the buzzing of their dim neon signs echoing like sinister whispers down the empty street.
Jisung felt two eyes watching him, the back of his neck prickling, and he turned to see a stray dog, small and scraggly. It had floppy ears and matted fur that might have once been blond -- like a teddy bear that had been through the wash one too many times. Letting out an incredulous laugh, Jisung bent down, shaking fingers reaching to scratch it behind its ears. A breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding escaped his lips. He was okay. He was still in control.
“Why the fuck are you crying? Get the fuck up.”
Jisung’s head snapped in the direction of the voice, squinting through the hazy darkness. He held his breath, and heard muffled crying, the voices growing closer.
“I said, stop crying!”
A sharp slap rang through the night air, and Jisung’s hand froze in the stray dog’s fur. He narrowed his eyes, making out the outlines of two figures by park entrance. It was a man who was speaking -- yelling, really -- his voice slurred, evidently drunk. Cowering in front of him, face buried in her hands, was a smaller woman. The man’s hand shot out again, seizing a fistful of her hair.
“Fuckin’ bitch. You want to leave me? I’d like t’ see you try.” He yanked her head up, sneering. “If you make another sound, I swear I’ll--”
Crunch.
Jisung didn’t register his feet moving across the playground until he felt his fist connect with the man’s jaw, sending him flying back with a surprised squawk. When the man turned his head back, eyes blazing with fury and confusion, one flared nostril was gushing blood.
“What the--who the fuck are you?” The man’s voice was shrill, gruff hands shoving at Jisung’s chest. “Do you want to die?”
Jisung glanced at the girl, whose hands had flown to her mouth in shock. The two looked as if they’d been back from a night out, the girl--a brunette--wearing black heels, a ripped, damaged blouse, and a skirt. The man looked not much older than Jisung -- maybe a senior, it was too dark to tell. Tears shone on the girl’s cheeks, an angry red welt where her boyfriend had hit her blooming across her face. Jisung’s eyes flashed back and forth between her and the man, back to her again, head beginning to spin.
This was all so, so familiar.
“I asked you a question, kid!” The man was still screaming, the stench of alcohol on his hot breath momentarily jarring Jisung out of his thoughts. “Hey, are y’ fucking crazy or sumn’--”
Wrenching himself from the man’s grasp, Jisung snapped his arm back and buried his elbow in his face. Blood seeped through his hoodie as the man gave a roar of pain, crashing to the ground. The girl screamed, and Jisung turned to her. She flinched, and he jerked his head towards the main street. “Get...out of here. Go--go home.”
Her wide eyes flickered from her boyfriend, who was currently groaning on the pavement, to Jisung, and took off running. The sound of her frantic heels clicking grew fainter as Jisung stepped closer to the man, who was scrambling to his feet like a chicken with its head cut off. Sighing, Jisung looked around -- his apartment was still a few blocks away, but making a scene on the main road was practically begging for someone to see. His eyes landed on the Yellow Wood.
Ah. That would do.
Seizing the man by the front of his jacket, which was already wet with dark blood from his shattered nose, Jisung dragged the drunk across the artificial sand, through the playground, and into the forest, stopping only when the glow of the street lamps had disappeared behind them, and slammed him against a tree. The man felt like a bag of wet cement and moved like one, too -- limbs sluggish and waterlogged with too much alcohol. Jisung shook his head, a humourless laugh bubbling in his throat. Some people almost seemed to be looking for death.
“Wha--whaddaya think you’re doing? Who--you can’t--”
Jisung picked up a rock from the base of the tree, fingers absently rubbing its cool, jagged surface. It was heavy, with one blunt side. His head was beginning to pound again, cold sweat beading on his forehead as he studied the man. Fear was scrawled all over his features, fingers scrabbling against the tree as he tried -- hopelessly -- to crawl away.
“H-hey! Calm down! I w-won’ do it again, promise -- j-jus’ lemme--”
“You have his eyes,” Jisung breathed, and drove the rock down. They were all he could see -- those eyes, the same ones from thirteen years ago, burning into his own, soaking his vision with red, red, red, as his fist came down again, and again, and again. His own face felt wet, the metallic tang of someone else’s blood trickling through his lips as it spurted from the dying man’s gaping mouth. The screams had turned to gurgles, the hard skull he was striking was beginning to cave in, the jerking of the man’s body beneath him subsiding into feeble twitches instead. And yet the blood in Jisung’s ears was still roaring, and his head was still splitting apart, a thousand voices hissing in his mind.
You killed her. You killed her. You. Killed. Her.
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Yang Jeongin wiped away the sweat dripping into his eyes, slapping his face lightly to stay awake as he pedalled through the alleyways, a list of deliveries rustling in his hand. He had just dropped off his last parcel. Earlier today, he’d gotten hired for deliveries at another store -- this one specialized in late-night shipments, with his latest one running until 1 in the morning. It was probably closer to 2 A.M. now.
Jeongin stifled a yawn. He’d been up since 5 in the morning, and, though he was used to working long hours, he had to admit that this first day was a little hard. Near the end of his shift, his mind had begun to wander to his one-bedroom apartment -- sure, it was small and rundown, and the AC was broken beyond repair, but it was still home. He thought of the warm herbal tea he would drink before crashing for the night. He thought of the stray dog -- it was small and scraggly, and looked more like a worn-out teddy bear -- that often slept outside his window, and smiled, pedalling faster.
His hand reached into his back pocket and pressed the Record button on his Walkman, straightening his earbuds before speaking.
“I.N. here!” He cleared his throat, voice a little hoarse and out of breath from all the biking he’d done. “It is currently...2:04 A.M.! It’s my first late-night delivery -- or is it early-morning? Anyways, it’s exciting, huh? The whole campus seems to be sleeping; no one’s out on these streets at this hour. It feels pretty cool, like I’m carrying out a secret mission or something.
“Anyways. Why did I take up another job? Well, today Hyunjin -- he’s the barista, owner, really, of Glow Cafe -- asked me why I didn’t apply for, you know, a driver’s license or something. At first, I thought, well, there’s no point -- I can’t afford a car, anyways. But --” he let out a long sigh, and laughed. “I’ve decided that it’s worth a try, right?
“I want to pay off my student loans soon. Maybe fix my bike up. It’ll be hard at first, but nothing Yang Jeongin can’t take! Me and my bike, we’re unstoppable.”
He turned onto the main road, cutting into the children’s playground across the storefronts. He knew Miroh Heights like the back of his own hand -- every nook and cranny, hidden alleyways and shortcuts -- and the trail that ran through Yellow Wood led almost straight to his neighbourhood. The leaves and fallen tree branches rustled and snapped beneath the wheels of his bicycle as Jeongin hummed lightly.
Not too far into the Wood, though, an odd sound began to prick at his ears. Was that...breathing? Or just the wind? He looked around, and, as his eyes adjusted in the darkness, he saw the vague shape of...a boy? The figure had his back turned to Jeongin, and was trembling -- as if an electric current was running through him.
Jeongin skidded to a stop and hopped off his bike, pulling out an earbud. “Hello? Is everything okay over there?”
Silence.
The boy had his hood up, and seemed to be holding something heavy in one hand. Jeongin stepped closer, and realised with a start that there was another man -- was it a man? -- lying at his feet.
“U-um. Is he--do you need help? I can call an ambulance. What hap--”
Without warning, the boy swung around and slammed a rock straight into Jeongin’s head.
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evermore reactions
1. willow
why is this giving me kate bush vibes?
“but i come back stronger than a 90s trend” I LOVE IT
2. champagne problems
“your mom’s ring in your pocket/my picture in your wallet/your heart was glass, i dropped it”
look not to be a gaylor on main but swiftgron.
swiftgron swiftgron swiftgron
di really is the one who it’s never really over with.
are we going to acknowledge the timing of the 1 and di’s divorce
it’s nice to get the “i fucked up too” song
is di due to get married to molly??? are they even still together?
3. gold rush
this is apparently jack’s favourite so here we fucking go
the open vocals are something else
taylor is a jealous bitch and i feel like it’s hot af
anyone remembering the vsfs 14 gold wing outfit karlie walked in?
“what must it be like to grow up that beautiful” BIOTCH HAVE YOU LOOKED IN A MIRROR
4. tis the damn season
the title intrigues me
“tis the damn season” cuffing season?
is this all “we’re over and it’s destroyed me?” i mean hoax as the final track of folklore gave that vibe
this is the anger phase of grief mixed with bargaining
plot twist - this is finally the reply to the guy from parachute who wrote kiss me slowly about her
emily? is this about the what if she’d not chosen fame? “it always leads to you and my hometown” = it always comes back to the same choice/trauma?
5. tolerate it
track 5, buckle up bitches and models
where is this going?
oof the chorus
this feels connected to the moment i knew
but red season just passed so i could be projecting
this is heavy in a different way for track 5
it’s not the callout the last couple of albums’ track five have been and yet i feel it
6. no body, no crime
oo i already like this
this goes hard
oh murder turn, d
idn’t see that coming
this NEEDS a music video taylor!
murderess!taylor has no right to be so hot
but she’s never hotter than when she looks like she might murder me
7. happiness
one fuck of a breakup song
this is a divorce song tbh
“when did all or lessons begin to look like weapons pointed at my deepest hurt” =“what you did was just as dark as when they pulled me apart”
WAIT IS THIS ABOUT SCOTT?!?!?
I think this is about Scott. holy fuck
fuck scott borcheta with a catcus
“no one teaches you what to do when a good man hurts you and you know you hurt him too” oof why is this about my family
again vague kate bush vibes damn my father for making that a reference i can give
8. dorothea
this is a tone shift
so this is the hollywood song
why the fuck tupelo
9. coney island
“break my soul in two, looking for you, but you’re right here” ouch
anyone else weirdly relating this to mental illness? or having a loved over sinking in their mental illness or issues? all the blame and guilt and wanting to know if you could have done more to help or why you missed it until it was too late?
this also needs a music video
i’m gonna need a few listens to unpack this one
10. ivy
“i once was poison ivy”?
this feels a portal to a stone cottage in a forest clearing near a river or lake or coast. long forgotten yet lovingly cared for. hidden beyond a half overgrown dirt road
yet another affair song
i sense a theme
11. cowboy like me
dancing on this album as a metaphor is definitely A ThingTM
12. long story short
i want an 80s remix of this
it deserves it
i love this song so much
this is basically “hiddleswift was a clusterfuck and i wasn’t well”
the bit to her past me...they DID all self destruct
13. marjorie
yay it IS about her grandmother
“never be so kind you forget to be clever/never be so clever you forget to be kind” is a hell of a line
Taylor definitely has her sense of style
gods she was stunning
i can imagine how emotional she and andrea were putting together the footage
“I should have asked you questions, I should’ve asked you how to be, asked you to write it down for me” punched me in the gut. all the things i never got to ask my great grandmother, my grandfather, even my mother.
was the sound based on specific this she sung? i need to know
14. closure
this is a very different opening
Scott again?
could be an ex.
i imagine the “messy” sound is very intentional
in another life this would have been such a sassy pop single
15. evermore
yeah that sounds like anxiety and ptsd to me
december? oh now we’re bringing out the sads
the comfort to the hurt. fall and redemption.
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Seon Adventures, Episode 36: The King, The Guard, The Blade
Last on Seon Adventures! The Cultbusters had gone and traversed through the treacherous traps of the Fallen King’s Tomb; confronted mirror creatures and bested them in riddle combat; snuck through metalic guards and browsed through the dedicated libraries...
Now, they stand before the spirit of the King, himself. A Purple Tiefling man in humble clothing as each party in this conversation genuinely wants to know truths...
He shifts his weight on his back leg and looks to each of the adventurers, expectantly, certainly hoping for no unnecessary bloodshed. And welcomes the party. Friends or foes.
Luctan, who up until now hadn’t seen any ghosts (and had his mind wiped of the memory of the time travel shenanigans) states the obvious.
“So. You’re a ghost.”
That certainly breaks the tension and the party ask the king of what had occured. Desperately wanting to know answers to questions he himself may not have reached the full legway to.
The fall happened after his passing. His temple wasn’t finished until the end of the war, or so he heard. He’s heard things around him, the builders talking about it. Kobolds. So sadly, even the king was in ignorance of the situation.
But question for question, his highness questions them on what they, themselves knew of the events. And they would recite Arryn’s story, as best as that was told and remembered. And the King would try to fill in the gaps:
The place, where he transitioned into unlife, very unpleasant to remember that event, but dragons were sent to them. A pair of black ones, large and fierce. He took one of them down with the help of some brave warriors. They took that one down and his wings have been buit into the wall.
The other was shot down and taken away to question and interrogate away by the Kingdom’s allies in Guan. After his passing, he has heard fairly one sided stuff. He doesn’t want to believe that what happened happened. It seems impossible to him, even if he doesn’t understand much of magic.
Belli tries to recall if something like that would have been possible… All of them try, but none think we can figure it out. However Malak believes spells can be amplified by multiple people. Multiples... the council, maybe?!
When prodded on why this happened. This... war. The King would bemoan the events.
The battle started with a failed negotiation. It was his mother that started it. She wanted to negotiate some Southern Lands, fertile lands. Just that, leave it at that. He thought they could do better. Then? Empty threats that turned to words spoken and words into actions. And then actions taken turning into Rot.
When the queary of who commissioned them would be brought up, the truth was that they didn’t know much. Beyond the face that they were approached by for the job, there was nothing certain. Though... Putting things together on a certain perspective? Technically the council commissioned could have been the commissioners, but probably those, who argued with the king’s mother. Over land. And money.
The King’s Blade was and is a weapon with magical abilities. A sentient one too. Passed down the generations from one ruler to the next. He would confirm that it was still in the vault.
The King would mention that he was connected to the Iron Guardians that the party had snuck past in the smoke and that he would be able to turn them off for an easier exit. But the stone construct that was protecting the vault? That would be a daunting task only the party could deal with.
Malak, who has totally seen ghosts before (All of the ghosts) offers the king a chance to transition. Like. Right now. No money required.
And the King’d accept.
But as Malak casts his Channel Divinity feature, the king would grip at his head, panic and start running in a circle, screaming in fear and terror. Because. Well. His CR is too high for that?!!
Essentially, Malak gave the king Existential Dread.The poor ghost man.
“Dick move.” - the king would state, once the CD would wear off. And Malak in turn would claim, in a huff, that the King wasn’t quite as committed to carrying on as he initially said.
A few minutes of this goes on, before Malak gives it a second go, this time with a Banishment spell onto the King, who was beginning to regret even telling the party of the Construct.
As he accepts the banishment, he clearly gives Malak the stink eye for the trouble and is sent away to the afterlife.
With the party never getting his name.
Fuck.
With the task done, the party consider resting in the tomb, before advancing to the treasury. But comedy ensues as Malak refuses to sleep in a place of the dead. And the party go back and forth on whether they should sleep here or not.
And ultimately agree on just going to the vault.
Also Jun takes some time to sit on the throne and more specifically the statue of the king’s lap. Because she deserves this. Congratulations, Queen.
Leading the way afterwards is Mournimar, who mentions along the way that he and Belli had seen the construct before, while it was keeping it’s vision on Jun, Luck and Malak in the library. Something that he had forgotten to mention to them previously to this moment.
With this knowledge on their minds, the party elect to split and take a seperate route. Jun and Luck taking the upper coridor, while Malak, Mournimar and Belli (and Morgan) go for the Library entrance.
As Mournimar turns around, he sees an Orange light looking directly at him and it comes from some kind of glowing gem. It glows, the orange deepends to an orangy-red.
Roll for initiative and Luck is the first to make his move.
He elects to try and distract the construct and steps forward, clapping and “complimenting” it. Asking it to let them pass. And holding an action.
While this goes on, Mournimar Hunter’s Marks, swears under his breath that the party doesn’t have a choice and fires. One miss. One hit. And backs away. 11 damage.
- On Belli’s turn, she uses her Animating Performance. And animates one of the shields, causing it to end up thrusting itself away from the grip of the designed defender.
AND FOR HER BONUS ACTION!
She mocks it. Ooh, not as strong as you used to be. Bit of rust setting in. Maybe you should retire and give it a rest?” Aaand that doesn’t quite work out, sadly as psychic attacks don’t effect a machine.
On Jun’s turn... She runs over to the construct and Hexes it, taking away it’s advantage with Strength attacks..
Using her Mystic Frenzy, she casts Booming Blade. And cuts into it! Thanks to Belli, both of Jun’s attacks hit the being and she stabs in and between the plates for a lot of damage. 36 DAMAGE O _ O
And the retaliation comes quick as she gets slammed by it’s remaining shield in turn. The requirements for Luck’s attack spring up and he tries to shrink the creature to a much smaller size, but it resists his magical influence as steam starts to billow from it’s body. White-ish, magical steam, which causes Jun and Luck to lose some of their energy, Slow-ing them down.
On Malak’s turn... he casts Spiritual Weapon right next to the Floating Shield. So it’s a nAnimated Team Up! Smack for +8 Force Damage. Toll the Dead afterwards!
With his movement halved, Luctan can only pull his Greatsword out and swing the Evenchord, slashing it across the body of the bionic enemy.
It’s the Ranger’s turn again. Bonus action, Mournimar casts Ensnaring Strike on the Guardian. At Level 2, which turns off the Mark. With the creature restrained, Mournimar fires and hits it twice with his arrows.
Bonus action, Belli tells the shield to protect Luck and Jun. And as an Action she tries to Dispell the Stone Construct’s control over the Slow Fog?!
With a tremendous grip on her confidence, she succeeds in this endeavor. Now free to attack, Jun cuts into herself for her Crimson Rite. For a collective 38 damage. Oil starts to leak out from it’s back.
And a brief flicker emits from it’s gem as a reaction to the damage dealt. And the smoke pops out once more. Causing Luck and Jun to be slowed yet again.
The construct crashes into Jun again, but before it can hit again, she manages to roll out of it’s way, avoiding further damage.
On Malak’s turn, he sends the spiritual weapon to make an attack, which connects for 6 Force Damage. And after that attempts to wound it with a Chill Touch, which sadly doesn’t work as intended... With that thought, the cleric would move behind Luck and Jun, ready to heal them if they lose their balance.
On Luck’s turn, he shiftshis sword to his left hand and channels a different kind of magic than what he normally uses, before smashing his fist into the body of the construct, in defense of Jun, citing “Now that’s no way to treat a lady.”, but like, slow like. Inflict Wounds. 9 Necrotic.
On Mournimar’s turn, the arrow sniper gets a sudden sense of inspiration as he aims for the crystal, while the thing focuses on Jun. 26! 1 damage to the crystal, a vulnerable area! An arrow sticks out of the crystal and it’s like it’s blinking eratically at random patterns! Second shot hits again! 24 damage ON THE GEM!!! HE SPLITS THE ARROW!
Yeah, by this point it doesn’t look great at all.
On Belli’s turn... Belli casts mage hand and carries the acid bomb to drop it onto the crystal! It drops perfectly on the crystal. But the acid damage has little effect!
As a Bonus Action she inspires Jun. “You got this, Queen!”
“Aw, shucks, lil’ ol’ me?!” she jokes and now full of inspiration and Bloodhunter Badassdom, Jun does the deed. 25 Damage!
HOW DO YOU WANT TO DO THIS?!
Jun takes out the Gollem’s knee, slices through it, causing it to drop to a knee. And then slowly pushes her sword through the crystal, pulling a decapitation move.
It’s fallen. Dead.
With a key in the back of it’s head.
A key.
And there’s another big metal door.
Which is big. And made of metal. But are there hinges on it?!
One can not quite tell.
Mournimar and Jun take turns trying to lockpick the vault’s door, With Jun receiving a Greater Healing Potion from Luck for her troubles in the fight, before her turn with the picks.
But neither quite gets the job done, while Malak calmly grabs the key out of their view and waits for his chance.
(Also, btw. The shield’s name is now “Simon”. And Belli wants to keep it.)
And once it arrives, he walks up to the door.
Then he touches it and mutters something, like a prayer of sorts, being a little shit as he unlocks the door with the key.
Inside are all the treasures of the King. The floor is littered with coins. And in the back of the room, on a cushion lays the King’s Blade. Behind the blade is a large skull of a dragon that was killed with it. Black Dragon Scales everywhere, forming a collage of the King.
With Mournimar vibing with Morgan and Belli finding interest in a box of animal figurines, Malak steps up to the sword, before Jun and Luck can do anything more than just watch it intently.
He asks them to wait a moment, so he can check the weapon for any curses. The cleric then pokes it gently, casting Remove Curse. Whether that succeeds or not is unknown.
Browsing the vault, the party find multiple items, some, which clearly emit magic, once Detect Magic is cast. A ring mail armor is among them, but no one finds the want to pick it up. Belli’s distracted by a box with 8 turquoise animal figurines. 8 different kinds. Dog, cat, deer, bear, gorilla, raven, owl and a gecko, while Malak gets a party’s worth of Greater Healing Potions from a box.
With a keen analytical eye, the cleric takes note that Enchantment and Evocation magic emits from the sword. There’s also slight abjuration on the Dragon Scale Collage, but as a preservative.
And then?
Luck picks up the sword.
And speaks to it.
Asking it if it has a name? Gender? Anything like that?!
And it does speak. And she introduces herself as Ena. A very eloquent lady of a long sword, who hasn’t been held in a long while.
With a voice that makes it sound like he is almost flirting with her, Luck catches up Enaon what has and might have been going on in the time of her last use.
She is perfectly fine traveling with the party and even feels comfortable in Luck’s grasp as there seems t obe some kind of “Royalty” feeling to him. Curious of the possibilities, the party also bring along the dragon skull, placing it in the bag of holding, after Luck shrinks it down with his last remaining 2nd level slot of Enlarge/Reduce.
Before they leave, the party discuss what to do with the gold here. All this fortune could be used to help the neighboring settlements and the party agree to return one day and gather it, or send someone to gather it, who’d be careful enough to avoid the traps.
For a moment Luctan considers taking a bunch of gems, a thought crossing his mind. But Jun talks him out, bewhildered after the talk the group just had on the use of the coin.
On the way out, once the six of them make it back to the 1st level, Malak stands in the center of the open room and casts Destroy Undead to eliminate the Kobolds and the creature in the sarchophagus.
He destroys the Kobolds’ bodies, but the Mummy rises. Angry.
And a quick fight begins.
- On Luck’s turn, he casts Guiding Bolt, then charges in as he Action Surges and slices twice with Ena for some immense damage.
Then? The darndest thing happens once the Bard comes up.
Belli casts Polymorph and tries to turn the mummy into a baby. And insults it. “You’re just a stupid little baby.”
And-
And-and-
And it works?!
Jun is horrified by all of Belli’s anti-babyness and just leaves the room. The mummy baby tries to hurt Malak, but fails, as it teeths. The cleric isn’t even perturbed by the litteral ankle biter as he notes: “Hey Belli, remember that talk we had about traumatizing people?”
And Belli immensely apologizes for the situation at hand. It was a spur of the moment thing.
Not wanting to hurt a baby, even if the mummy wasn’t a real one, Mournimar looks to see if he has any intoxicants to just pass the time. But alas. He does not. He does not have the good kush.
Malak’s next. He slaps the baby, ending the toddler shenanigans and swings with the Fated Potential, damaging the creature for 5 slashing.
Luctan Mercifully finishes things off with a Quickened Guiding Bolt and a Nat 20 Slash of the King’s Blade and the Mummy’s dead.
It’s dead.
O. V. A. Ovah.
With no mention being made along the way, the party hotfoot it out of the tomb and walk over to Arryn, who was preparing dinner.
“Hot Diggity Dog”- Arryn, quoting the Dragonborn Tribes. As Luck presents the blade. When discussing what had transpired inside the home of the dead, the party ponder on the remaining dragon. Chances are the other black dragon was taken to the Capitol of Guan, which is where the party elects heading. To Necesills.
With that said, Arryn offers his stew to the party and the lot of them sit together and finally eat. During the meal, Belli receives a message in her head from Nel.
“Good evening, darlings! Just had a thought, I should probably let you know! Amelia and I will be relocating temporarily. Take care!” Belli asks her what’s up. And then sends that in the form of a Sending spell so she can reply and not waste any spellslots on her turn.
Nel ran out of slots for it. Thanks to a work thing, Nel had to move. Amelia would have told the lot of them, when they returned, but Nel figured with her Sending it’d be a much more convenient messaging.
Belli learns that the two of them are relocating to a town called Havik. It’s the northern most town. It’s the last piece of civilization, while in Aetorumia.
With that said and done, the party prepare to get their shut eye, with watches and everything. But before they can get to that, someone clears their voice in the viscinity of the seven (+2 horses and Fey cat).
They look and-
It’s him again.
“Did you miss me?!” asks Ark’Niel with a smug expression on his face as he leans against a pillar in the sand.
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31 Horror Movies for the Halloween Season
Well.. It’s a little bit over 31 bc of sequels and such but it’s a fun title for horror recs! For the record these are in no particular order in like what’s the best or anything! It’s just a list of horror movie recommendations that might get you in the Halloween mood. I tried not to have huge well-known movies on here, but I did throw in a few just because I love them and couldn’t resist. I did try to add small descriptions for each one, but given there’s like 31 movies on here, they are rather short. Either way, hopefully you’ll find one or a couple movies here that you’re interested in!
1. Trick ‘r Treat
A rather well-known one but is it really a list without Trick ‘r Treat? A fun horror anthology with four different stories that connect to each other in some way - including the fact they all take place on Halloween night! A fun one to actually watch on Halloween.
2. Hell House LLC
For the record there are two sequels (Hell House LLC 2: The Abaddon Hotel & Hell House LLC 3: Lake of Fire), however I have not seen either of them so can’t include them here, but if you want to watch them I’d say go check them out! Basically it’s a documentary style type film that follows what happened up to the days a horrible tragedy took place on the opening night of a haunted house attraction. No one knows exactly what actually went down, so the reason for the documentary is to attempt to figure out what truly happened that night.
3. Repo! The Genetic Opera
A horror musical! It’s set in a future where organ failure is extremely common so naturally a huge company comes along and is like “Okay you can have an organ transplant, but you have a huge payment plan and if you can’t pay then we’re just gonna kill you and take your organs back.” Also it has so many good songs would highly recommend if you haven’t seen it (and you can stomach a bit of gore).
4. The Devil’s Carnival & Alleluia! The Devil’s Carnival
Another horror musical! And done by the same people who did Repo! For the record The Devil’s Carnival is only about an hour long but the sequel is a full length movie! A short quick explanation is that it’s set in Hell (unsurprisingly) and follows the people who end up there - also during this the Devil is planning an attack - but I’ll let you find out the rest if you haven’t seen it yet.
5. Ju-On and/or The Grudge (Any Film)
It’s my favorite horror franchise, so of course Ju-On was gonna end up on here! Whether it be the original Japanese films or the American remakes, it follows vengeful spirits who were murdered in their home and are taking revenge on anyone who enters.
6. Sinister & Sinister 2
Okay I know Sinister 2 is one not very well liked, but since I have seen it I decided I might as well include it (though I don’t really remember my thoughts on it it’s been a while). Video tapes that contain children murdering their families and a mysterious being that may be at the center of it is the basic plot for these movies.
7. Tragedy Girls
Basically you got two best friends who capture a serial killer because they themselves want to become serial killers! Don’t wanna say too much outside of that, as that is the basic plot concept honestly, but it’s a really fun movie.
8. The Final Girls
A girl dealing with the anniversary of her mother’s death ends up, with a small group of others, stuck in a horror movie that her mother actually starred in. Okay as much fun as this one is it does pull on the heart strings a bit I gotta admit. But it’s truly great and naturally has a feel of an older slasher movie.
9. You Might be the Killer
Another one that’s got that older slasher movie vibe as it takes place at a camp. One where the counselors are getting picked off one by one by a masked killer. Comes in our protagonist, who is calling his friend, who isn’t at the camp and also is a huge horror enthusiast, for help to figure out what to do and maybe figure out what’s going on/who the killer is.
10. Danur (aka Danur: I Can See Ghosts)
A young girl who just wants friends finds them in the form of three potentially paranormal ones. Though it seemingly being just a childhood thing, it actually becomes of great importance as she gets older. This movie also has a sequel, Danur 2: Maddah.
11. Fright Night
For the record I am talking about the remake here, as I have not seen the original, but if you would prefer to watch that one - or maybe even both - go for it! Basically, teen starts to believe his new neighbor is a vampire after more and more people go missing. Also David Tennant is there if you go with the remake so that’s always fun!
12. Tales of Halloween
Admittedly I wasn’t too into this film, but I know a lot of people like it! Not too much to say, it’s a horror anthology with 10 different segments that take place on Halloween! So you’re bound to find something you enjoy within it, whether it be the paranormal, witches, or even just dumb fun horror comedy antics.
13. The Tag-Along
Based on an urban legend from Taiwan, “The Little Girl in Red”, it focuses on a man and his girlfriend. Of which the man’s grandmother suddenly goes missing one day - eventually leading to him discovering clues of a potential unknown little girl who had began following his grandmother around. There are two sequels to this movie as well that I have not seen yet, that being The Tag-Along 2 & The Tag-Along: The Devil Fish.
14. Three... Extremes
Another anthology film that contains three separate stories, each one coming from a different East Asian country. It also has a prequel, Three (or 3... Extremes II in the U.S.), and a full length film made from one of the stories within it, Dumplings.
15. The Hallow
Really feel like the point of this movie is like ‘Don’t fuck with the woods’. As it basically focuses on a couple and their baby, who seems to be the target for the odd things happening to them that seems rather connected to the woods nearby.
16. The Devil’s Candy
A man moves with his family into a new home, and slowly begins to feel as though something is possessing him in a sense. That and also the potential fact his family is being targeted by the previous resident of the home.
17. Wake Wood
Apparently FMA did not teach us not to fuck with the dead enough, so here’s a movie about a grieving couple that lost their daughter who move into a town that holds the power to bring someone back from the dead for only 3 days. Unfortunately like FMA, things go horribly wrong (just not... in the same way as FMA).
18. The Cabin in the Woods
College students go out to a cabin in the woods in which things quickly take a turn for the worst. Seems simple enough, but it’s so much more complicated than that - however I won’t be sharing any of those details for those who haven’t watched it yet.
19. Prevenge
A pregnant woman who’s husband has recently passed away, believes that her unborn child wants her to track down and kill everyone who was involved in the accident. An extremely wild but honestly rather fun time.
20. You’re Next
Home invasion, baby! In which everything goes to hell for a family and their partners when masked killers start trying to kill everyone there. Though things take a turn quick and you start to wonder who is really the ones being hunted down here. (A fairly well known one, but I had to recommend it given one of my favorite characters in horror is in this movie)
21. Kuronezumi (aka Black Rat)
Not too much to say here basic plot wise. Six students receive texts from their dead classmate, they follow as the texts ask and go to the school at night, and then start getting targeted by a killer wearing a rat mask.
22. Lights Out
A family potentially being haunted by a creature that only appears when the lights go out? Plus a whole lot of family drama? Always fun truly! It’s also somewhat based off a viral short film of the same name that the director had made before he got to make it a full length film.
23. Absentia
Absolutely had to put a Mike Flanagan movie on here. One that focuses on a pregnant woman who’s started towards attempting to move on with her life after her husband disappeared seven years ago. However, as she takes a huge step towards doing so, something rather odd happens - which I’ll let you find out for yourself if you choose to watch it.
24. Halloween III: Season of the Witch
Perhaps it’s because it’s the one Halloween movie without Michael Myers, or perhaps it’s because I was blanking out on movies I watched that aren’t extremely well-known, but I felt the need to add this one on here. It focuses on this man who is out to kill children on Halloween by using a line of Halloween masks. So basically another fun one to watch on Halloween!
25. The Barn
Teenagers go to a barn where there’s a supposed curse that can awaken Halloween-themed monsters on Halloween night. What could possibly go wrong? Honestly another one that would be a lot of fun to actually watch on Halloween.
26. Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon
A really fun documentary type film where it’s set in a world where iconic horror slashers are actually real! And a documentary crew are out to make a movie centered around Leslie Vernon, who wishes to go down in history as another one of the famous slashers. This one is really just *chef’s kiss* to me, very much recommend if you haven’t seen it.
27. Creep & Creep 2
Found footage type films in which we follow people who are hired by this rather concerning man to film him. That’s really all I can say unfortunately without trying to give away too much.
28. What We Do in the Shadows
Another documentary-style type movie! It tends to be more comedic than it is horror, but it follows a group of vampires that live together! Sort of documenting their lives and how they survive day by day. Honestly it’s so ridiculous and hilarious, and I know many people have seen it by now but I have to recommend it none the less as it’s one of my favorites. Plus, it also has an equally hilarious tv series now that you can also give a watch!
29. The Banana Splits Movie
Who doesn’t want to see the Banana Splits as animatronics that start randomly slaughtering people after the news that their show is going to be cancelled? Honestly it’s really just a fun, ridiculous movie that isn’t meant to be taken seriously. Perhaps something to watch with friends to get in the mood for Halloween.
30. The Last Exorcism
Another one that has a sequel I have not seen: The Last Exorcism Part II. Another documentary style film (Sorry I added so many of these whoops), that follows a reverend who goes around performing fake exorcisms. Things start getting a bit more complicated though when lines start beginning to blur between what is real and what is fake while doing his current “exorcism” he was asked to perform.
31. V/H/S & V/H/S 2
There is also a third film, V/H/S: Viral, however I have not seen that one. Not too much to say here, they’re basically just an anthology of short horror films that are supposedly being shown from VHS tapes.
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Watch What Happens - Chapter 17
Chapter links: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16
Summary: Arthur, an aspiring comedian, has struggled to find normalcy and compassion his entire life. Y/N, a hard-working paralegal and transplant to Gotham, has just been put on a case for the Wayne Foundation. When they meet, unexpected sparks fly.
Chapter warning: Angst, Swearing, Brief mention of Violence
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A/N: This chapter was beta’d by @ithinkimawriter, and she has graciously agreed to beta the rest of this work! Karen’s not just been a simple beta, though. She’s talked me through plot points, given me encouragement, and without her, this story wouldn’t be where it is. (She’s going to deny the size of her impact, LOL.) She’s a great person and you should all go read her stuff!
Arthur was good at taking a beating. At an early age, he’d learned to cover his groin and his head. But the experiences that had taught him what parts of his body to protect hadn’t prepared him for being punched in the face by his presumed father. It had been one of the worst hits he could remember receiving. He’d only been distracted from the white hot pain by the ache in his chest.
Standing at his kitchen sink, he nursed his sore nose with ice wrapped in a dishtowel. The bleeding had finally stopped. He would still have to get the stains out of his gray cardigan and button-up, though. Gently, he took hold of the bridge of his nose and moved his hand from side to side. He winced, breath catching. At least it didn’t seem to be broken. He laughed softly, shaking his head.
Rejecting Y/N’s offer to join her at her apartment had been a mistake. All he’d done Wednesday night was lay in bed with the news in the background, burying his face in a pillow while wishing it was her, like he’d done as a lovesick teenager. And not stopping by her office, not returning her phone calls, and actively trying to avoid her all day had been another error.
Maybe if he’d told her his plan, she could have talked him out of it. But even as he considered that possibility, he knew he was lying to himself. He wouldn’t have listened to her. He would have ignored her concerns, the same way he’d ignored her warning at the hospital about the Waynes.
Because he wanted the truth.
Getting into Wayne Hall had been easy. When he’d been younger and, somehow, poorer, he’d gotten plenty of practice sneaking into movie theaters, comedy clubs, and the occasional small music venue. The red uniform he’d found in the closet had been far too big for his lean frame, like most clothing he wore, and he’d felt silly in the hat. But, after a deep breath, he’d managed to stop worrying about his get-up and focus on his goal: meeting Thomas Wayne.
After entering the second mezzanine, where he’d assumed he’d have a good vantage point, the film playing had momentarily captivated him. He’d actually felt a rare moment of pleasure, enjoying the movie, the music, and himself as he swayed to the notes of the orchestra, quietly laughing. It had been the one time tonight he’d faltered. He’d pulled himself together quickly, though, and scanned the crowd. He’d wondered where Y/N was, not wanting to bump into her. If she had caught him, he was sure she’d have been confused. And likely pissed.
It hadn’t taken long for him to spot the Waynes, situated in a box to the right side of the house. They’d been well-dressed and appeared to be having a good time. And there was no sign of Bruce. He’d watched them, trying to figure out how to best run into Mr. Wayne. Popping into the box had been out of the question. Arthur didn’t want to meet Mrs. Wayne or have the necessary conversation in public. Fortunately, Mr. Wayne had gotten up after only a few seconds, taking the decision away from Arthur as he moved to trail him.
When Arthur had gotten situated at the row of bathroom sinks, he’d hurriedly taken off his ridiculous disguise. Then he’d smoothed his hair and straightened his clothing, like at Wayne Manor. As he’d pulled up his pants, he felt a sense of shame. His father was in a tuxedo and Arthur had only old clothes to wear. Despite that awareness, he’d been excited and wide-eyed, standing twenty feet from his father. He truly hadn’t known what to say.
The response to Arthur introducing himself hadn’t been as warm as he had hoped. There was no embrace, no acknowledgment of the years of absence. Instead, Thomas Wayne had looked at him like he was crazy. But at least he’d been noticed. Arthur had been relieved at having broken through. “My mother told me everything,” he’d said, shrugging and smiling. “And I had to talk to you.”
The immediate dismissal he’d gotten wasn’t a complete surprise, especially after the welcome the butler had given him last night. Still, it hurt. Arthur tried to explain why he believed Mr. Wayne was his father, his voice gentle despite the volcano starting to boil inside him. He’d wished he had that damn letter with him. It was tangible proof he wasn’t being delusional, that, despite Mr. Wayne’s words, he was thinking clearly.
But then Mr. Wayne had told Arthur the absurd lie that he’d been adopted. Arthur had been unable to stop the tremor in his voice when protesting the notion. The speed with which he’d started sniffling had been humiliating.
Arthur had tried to remain calm; the last thing he’d wanted was to make his father uncomfortable. The more Mr. Wayne had denied everything, though, the more insulting he’d become, the louder Arthur had gotten. He wondered if Mr. Wayne had somehow learned about his history with Arkham. Arthur thought he must have. How else would he have known which lies and insults would spear him the deepest?
And then his fucking condition had made it worse. Arthur had given up at that point, abandoning any semblance of keeping himself together. He hadn’t tried to stop laughing, even as tears threatened to spill over. “Dad, it’s me!” he’d guffawed, sounding nuts even to himself. “Come on!”
The sudden crack of Mr. Wayne’s fist connecting with his nose still played in his ears. Arthur’s hand had flown to his face, and he’d held his wound, as he always did, trying to soothe it. The last words his father said to him were, “…I’ll fucking kill you.” Arthur didn’t try to follow him after that. Getting to know him was a lost cause.
Bracing himself on the counter with both hands, Arthur grew more despondent. There was no way he could have been adopted. Penny had never hinted, not once, that he wasn’t her son. She’d said she’d signed papers - maybe they were papers saying she couldn’t talk. He’d heard of that before. Or she’d been confused and didn’t know what she was talking about.
Either his mother had been lying to him his entire life, or his father hated him. Neither were good options.
His chuckles started to be punctuated by soft sobs, until the two were nearly indistinguishable. He wanted his laughter to disappear, along with himself. And any hint that he’d ever existed. The torment he felt needed to stop.
The phone rang. He couldn’t bring himself to answer it. It was probably the police because he’d shown up at the benefit. Or the hospital. He couldn’t deal with either right now. The call went to the machine after three or four rings.
“Arthur, it’s me.” He stilled at Y/N’s voice. “This is the first day we haven’t talked since the subway.” At her light snort, he turned to look at the phone. “I hate it.” She sighed, then, her words taking on a serious but soft quality. “Look, you told me not to worry about you. But I’m worrying. I hope you’re all right.” He closed his eyes, feeling worse now that he knew she was wasting her energy fretting over him when he was worthless.
But she continued. “Call me or stop by. I want to know what’s going on. I meant what I said last night. Don’t be afraid to need me. I need you, too.” There was a pause as she cleared her throat. “I really do, Arthur. I need you. Please let me know you’re okay before I come over and break down your door.” Her laugh was gentle. And, Arthur thought, a bit sad. Sadness he’d caused. “Okay. I’ve pestered you enough today with all these messages. I’ll see you soon. Good night.”
Biting his lip, Arthur shook his head. How could she need him? He would never be able to give her what she deserved. His life was filled with error after error, mistake after mistake, fuck up after fuck up. Yet, even as those thoughts swamped him, he longed to run to her apartment, knock on her door, and fall into her. To allow himself the temporary escape of the comfort of her arms and the warmth of her body.
But he couldn’t. He didn’t want to ruin her. He wouldn’t taint her lightness.
Arthur went to the fridge, crying less now that he had a plan. Quickly, before he could reconsider, he opened the refrigerator and started emptying it. There wasn’t much in there. The bread, containers of butter and other various foodstuffs, even the shelves and drawers were soon on the floor. Trying to close out the pain bearing down on him, he climbed in, shutting the door twice behind him.
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Home- Chapter 10 (Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x F!Oc)
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Chapter 9 // Chapter 11
At a new first-order base, some soldiers are on alert for a new attack, others are roaming around ordering supplies and weapons. Everything under the cautious gaze of Kylo Ren through a huge window that separates him from the others.
His eyes analyze each person that passes in his field of vision, men and women shout orders, fix ships, nobody wants to disobey the leader. But Kylo's mind is too far away to pay attention to detail.
The last words his prisoner said before they boarded an escape ship haunts him.
The person I love– Her? He can't believe it, not after everything that happened, it's impossible.
Kylo turns, but before continuing on his way, the image of Rey confronts him.
“Why is the Force connecting us? You an I."
From the first interaction he had with both girls, his thoughts kept throwing up questions. He can understand the connection to Kiara, after all, many years ago they had a strong bond, oddly though it's only through memories. But with Rey... he kept asking.
"Killer Snake!" Rey answers angrily. "You're too late. You lost, I found Skywalker.”
"Did he tell you what happened?" He takes a few steps forward. "The night I destroyed his temple, did he tell you why?"
"I know everything I need about you.”
"You know?" Kylo enters Rey's mind. Sees her memories. "Oh, yes you know,” He says in a mocking tone. "You have that look in your eyes, from the forest,” He raises his head. “When you called me a monster."
"You are a monster."
"Yes, I am." The connection ends and Kylo touches her cheek, watches the drops on her glove. Rey must be in a humid place, near sea.
How is it possible that he still has these situations? Why can't he see past the scavenger?
His head is messed up, he must concentrate on his work, must be informed about the attack on the resistance fleet, he must be careful with the scavenger, the training with Kiara... her words.
“No…” He growls shaking his head.
Kylo Ren was not the only one with an internal debate. Kiara finds herself walking back and forth in her new room, her heart in her throat.
"The person I love, why did I tell him that? It was all a lie, I really don't know why I saved him…” The girl scolds herself. "I'm an idiot, I don't even feel anything for him... just disgust, yes, that's it–” Kiara stops and growls as she hides her face with her hands. “I should’ve run away when I had the chance. Surely, he could easily be saved…”
That made her think.
Kylo is an advanced apprentice, in fact, he could have defeated any creature and avoided the fall, something must have happened.
"I shouldn't have saved him!" She complains. "It was a trap, he knew I was there... he knows my weaknesses and he pretended,” Kiara can't help but feel betrayed, every time she believed that everything could change, a blow stopped her to face reality.
Finally, she sits on the floor with her back resting on her new bed.
“I'll never be able to have a quiet life…” Her breathing shakes, until a new memory invades her mind.
Kiara has always been uncomfortable when visiting day comes. Although not all the parents of their peers come, the simple fact that they make an effort to communicate with their children by means of a call or hologram, causes her heart to shrink, but what hurts the most, is seeing her best friend Ben with his two parents. They never miss visiting day, and today was no exception.
From one of the gardens she can see how Leia hugs and kisses her only son's cheek while he complains and his father laughs. While she just plays with the grass, away from everyone.
"I can't believe my son’s already sixteen…” Leia squeezes the boy's face.
"Mom," He says, pulling away.
"Come on Leia, you shouldn't embarrass him, that's my job!" Ben rolls his eyes.
"Where's Kiara at?" Leia asks.
"I don't know,” Ben replies uncomfortably "She usually leaves during this day…”
Both adults share a look, knowing the situation of the girl.
"Well, you must go get her, Ben. I’d like to invite her to the dance organized by the senators,” Ben raises his eyebrows in surprise.
"I don't think she’ll want to go, mother.”
"You don't know that, I’d say yes, especially if you go as his partner,” adds Han. Ben’s cheeks turn a little red.
"No, definitely not– I won’t be her partner, mom," He says, Leia laughs at the reaction.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything, Ben. Just invite her, please,” Ben grimaces but finally nods.
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"I've never been to a dance before," Kiara says, biting her lower lip while Leia brushes her hair. The girl is sitting on a bench in front of a dressing table.
"It's not a big deal, darling. Only adults talking about things of no importance to a teenager. Although, if you want to know, you can ask me anything,” Kiara nods.
Leia's skillful hands gently place each lock of hair to create a high ponytail with several strands loose on the sides of Kiara's face.
"I'll give you the dress and the jewelry you can choose from,” Leia disappears for a few seconds and when she returns, she has a beautiful slim navy blue dress for her. Kiara can’t believe how beautiful it is. She lightly touches the fabric.
"Are you sure I can use it?" She asks.
Leia knows that this is the right dress for her. Sleeveless neckline, the rest falls to almost touch the ground with just a slim belt to create shape.
"Of course, you’ll look beautiful." She observes the girl's reactions in detail, despite not knowing her completely, she can feel Kiara's innocence. Maybe it's the Force, or the maternal instinct, but she knew that this girl had the whole galaxy ahead of her.
“Thank you.”
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Han and Ben are a little apart from the great room, both uncomfortable and knowing almost no one. Han cordially greeted those who recognized him for being Leia's husband with a fake smile, sometimes asking about Ben, who imitated his father's actions. The two look forward to the only two people they could be comfortable with.
When they enter the room, Ben can’t believe what he sees. It isn’t possible that the girl who approaches him with a smile is Kiara. Not in a million years.
"It seems that we arrived at a good time," says Leia, kissing her husband, knowing that her two men would be apart from everyone.
"You're good?" Kiara asks when seeing the strange reaction of her friend, who can’t stop seeing her.
Ben can only think of how beautiful she looks in that blue dress, it’s very different from the beige, white and brown colors that she always uses on the island.
Han notices his son's attitude and gives him a little push to get him back to reality, which works. Ben glances at his father and nods at him, turning to Kiara.
"What?" She laughs.
"You're good? You look tense.
"Yes, it's just that I don't know anyone," He says nervously.
Since when did he act like this? It's still Kiara, the girl who always talks to him, the one who always has a comment for everything. That girl who manages to get the good side out of everything.
"Don't worry, little Ben. I’ve rescued you,” She smiles.
There she is. Ben laughs as the adults watch everything with a mocking smile.
"Well, Han and I must do other things, you’re free to explore the palace and eat all you want. Be careful,”Leia orders and both agree.
When they are alone, Kiara takes a chance to look at Ben's outfit, much like Han's. A white shirt with a black vest and baggy black pants. Her hair is combed back.
"You look very different," She says, drawing his attention.
"You... you too, I've never seen you in a dress,” He says rubbing his neck.
She looks down and moves a little to show the dress.
“It's beautiful… you are, too.”
She looks up and can feel her cheeks burn.
"I mean, yeah, it's not like you weren't before, it's not just because of the dress, it's just that–” Ben rambles and she laughs.
"You also look handsome, Ben.”
They both at look each other directly in the eye. Something they never thought could happen... none had thought before how fast their hearts could beat when seeing or thinking about the other.
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During training, some students practice meditation, but not all are focused.
"Stop watching him, just stop, it's not like he’s got something special," Kiara thinks trying to close her eyes.
She can't help but open one in the direction of her friend Ben.
"It is true what the other girls say, he’s grown and now he looks stronger, and he’s very skilled and... his hair is longer, sometimes he gets frustated when he has it over his eyes... those brown eyes... No!" Kiara shakes her head and closes her eyes again.
“Can you turn down the volume of your thoughts? I can't focus,” says a different voice.
Kiara opens her eyes and looks back at Ben, who now has a sly smile. The girl blushes and returns to training listening to the male laugh in her mind.
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"I don't understand why you're upset, I was just talking to Rid!"
"That's what bothers me," Ben answers through clenched teeth. "Why did he need you so badly?"
"I just wanted help with some combat moves!"
Ben raises his eyebrows.
"Oh yeah? Hand-to-hand combat– to be close to you, of course,” He says sarcastically. “Why didn't he ask me for help or Luke or anyone else? ”
"Are you kidding? Although you’re the best in the class, not in a million years would ask you for help, you’d only criticize him and in the end you would not help at all. The others aren’t that good, I was his only option– and Luke? The poor boy barely talks to his friends!”
"Those are not good excuses, I know what he wants!"
“Ben," She complains. "Please stop acting like that, it wasn’t a bad thing.”
"That is your problem," He says, approaching. "You don’t see evil in people, you think that everyone has good intentions, and that’s a serious problem that will bring you more problems."
“What the fuck are you talking about? You're so dramatic about something so unimportant…”
"Unimportant? So you didn't mind that the idiot touched your waist?” She rolls her eyes.
"That's not–” She stops mid-word realizing the situation. Frustration is replaced by a huge wolfish smile.
"Now what?" He asks.
“You're jealous?" She approaches and the boy takes a few steps back surprised by the change of subject.
“Of who? That idiot?” He huffs, making her laugh.
“You're jealous!" She exclaims with a laugh.
"Of course not!"
"You're jealous, little Ben.”
“Enough! You changed the subject, this has nothing to do with–”
"What are you jealous of?" Ben groans. Suddenly the laughter stops and Kiara notices her friend's embarrassed look. She grabs the boy's face forcing him to look at her. “If it bothers you so much that I’m with another boy, it means you have feelings for me. More than platonic.”
They’re both confused, they’d never felt anything like this for anyone. Since the dance, everything is different.
Ben now notices –the freckles on her skin, her sweet smile… The young Solo can’t stop thinking about how she never knows how wonderful that smile can make someone like him feel.
While Kiara would go out of her way to make Ben see how special and unique he is, she knows that her friend can't see how great he is, with every detail he does for her it just shows how big his heart is, even if he appears to be a confident, serious and strong boy, she knows the real insecure Ben, but she’s willing to help him.
"I don't know how I feel," Ben whispers. They’re close, their noses almost touching. "I've never felt like this…”
"Neither did I.”
"What are you doing to me, Kiara?" He whispers again, then joins his lips with hers in a delicate and tentative kiss.
Their first kiss.
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The 30 LDB questionnaire
So there was that 30 LDB questions ask meme floating around, and I decided to answer them all for the sake of character building and reference for myself skjfhksdjhf
Questionnaire below!
1. What is their background and backstory?
Signe was born in a small home in the Rift on the 9th of Evening Star, 4E 173, to Ragnar and Freyja, two Nords who abandoned their lives to be with each other and start a family. Ragnar (aka ‘Ragnar the Berserkir’) was an infamous mercenary in Skyrim, who would be hired through out the land and even some places beyond for his battle prowness and seemingly inability to fucking die. Freyja was an assassin for the Dark Brotherhood, an archer/mage type who was going to be chosen as the next Listener until she dropped all connections after meeting Ragnar.
She was raised a warrior and avid hunter by her father, and a novice mage and singer by her mother. Unfortunately, at the age of 6, a fire engulfed her home one night after sneaking out to climb trees. It killed both her parents and left a nasty scar on her face after some debris sliced it while trying to free the two. Signe was taken to Honorhall, where she was bullied most of the time by other kids and of course Grelod, some accusing her of starting the fire - even though she swears it was a dragon that had started it. They say grief can make a child believe many things.
At age 17, with only a few more months to go before getting kicked out of the orphanage, she encounters Brynjolf. He’s a few years older than her, and is on his own mission to prove that he’s a valuable asset to the Guild at such an age. She assists him in his little heist, and runs away to join the Guild.
At age 28, after a small mistake during a heist near the border to Cyrodiil, she attempts to cross the border to escape being caught. Of course this doesn’t work, and thus brings us to the events of the game!
2. What “class” do they follow (i.e. warrior, archer, mage, thief, etc.)?
She’s a warrior, archer, and thief!
3. How do they feel about being Dragonborn- does the identity feel right for them and did they embrace it immediately? Do they consider themselves a true dragon?
At first, Signe took to it slowly, still rattled from the suddenness of it all. First Helgen, then needing to tell the Jarl, then fighting a dragon and absorbing its soul, then being yelled at by four old men at the top of a mountain, and being thrown into quests here and there for so many reasons. She takes to it easily and enjoys the bouts of praise here and there during the events of Dawnguard, but it’s not until after defeating Alduin that she realized how much of a toll it takes on her mentally. While the authority is nice, she’s still too humble to go about bragging about it to those who don’t know her off the bat. She wished she could have earned her reputation like her father, rather than becoming a legend overnight.
4. At present, how are they perceived by the people of Skyrim? By the general population, and by different factions?
By the general public, she’s of course seen as a hero, but a hero that causes a little too much damage for what’s needed. Not to mention she’s chaotic, loud, disrespectful, sleeps around, and takes no shit. But they know she’s necessary.
She’s a constant contract by the Dark Brotherhood and Morag Tong, competition to fractions like the Comonna Tong and Summerset Shadows, and always pressured into joining the Companions. (She would, but they don’t offer a big enough thrill for her- not to mention the whole werewolf thing)
5. How were they perceived before their Dragonborn identity became widely known?
She was a Thieves Guild member and Nightingale, so within the ranks she was looked up to and respected. Outside of the ratways, though, she was just any other Nord citizen; only few knew of her amorous adventures though, as she makes sure it’s kept under wraps.
6. How are they perceived by the major villains- Alduin, Harkon, Miraak, etc.?
Alduin: He sees her as he sees the LDB in game; an obstacle and threat he needs to eradicate.
Harkon: An asset that immediately turns into a threat when she refuses to help them.
Miraak: Similar to Alduin, but grows more and more frustrated with how skilled she is in her young, young age.
7. How much do they utilize the power of Thu'um? Do they actively try to expand their inborn abilities through research and exploration? Or are they less invested?
Signe uses Aura Whisper like how we need to breathe to live. She uses it to see where she should either avoid or take caution of, as well as alert her followers where enemies may be! It helps for when she’s looting too, as she need to plan how to knock them out first. Signe doesn’t like to kill innocent folk. As for others, she uses Unrelenting Force mainly when she’s annoyed by something in her way, Dragon Aspect when the enemy is insanely powerful, and Storm Call when she needs a distraction! The Thu’um is useful, but she’s not heavily invested in it, until way later on in her journey after the events of Dragonborn.
8. If they were to invent a shout, what shout would they create? Bonus if you can come up with the words of the shout in dragon language.
It works similar or such to Dragon Aspect, but could like, literally turn you into a dragon for a short time. I thought since the DB has the blood and soul of a dragon, then with some effort surely they can call forth their soul to turn their flesh to match, right?
It would be a Shout containing some from of these words: Ofan (Bestow), Dov (Dragon), Slen (Flesh), Sil (Soul), Rii (Essence), Gron (Bind); I haven’t found an order that really ‘rings’ yet.
Otherwise, it would be the name given to their dragon soul, like how you call to Odahviing. In Signe’s case, it would be ‘Volzaannir’: Vol (Horror), Zaan (Shout [as in yell, shriek, etc.]), and Nir (Hunt). All three words are reference to a barn owl, which is her pet/familiar, since they’re known for their horrific shrieking and astounding hunting skills.
9. Whether they are magical or not- if they were to invent a spell for their own uses, that does not already exist in Skyrim, what kind of spell would they come up with?
Conjure dragon familiar! A spectral dragon will appear to fight for you for 90 - 300 seconds.
10. Which factions are they aligned with? Including civil war sides, Thalmor, guilds etc.
Thieves Guild, Dawnguard (not active), and TECHNICALLY the Imperials even though she considers herself a neutral force who just wants this shit to end.
11. If they had a pet or magical familiar as in ESO (excluding the dogs in Skyrim) what creature would it be?
She actually already has one! It’s a barn owl named Hyl (Danish for ‘shriek’).
12. Which standing stone have they used for the longest and why?
Thief stone, since it levels up sneak and such easily.
13. Dungeon delving- are they a fan? Do they do it for fun, or money, or just because of circumstance? Do they prefer Dwemer or Nordic ruins?
Signe did it in the past for the loot, and still kinda does, though after becoming Dragonborn it’s kinda become her daily tasks lmao. She’s more familiar with Nordic ruins, but Dwemer ruins are unique and fun to explore.
14. What is their personal favorite place in Skyrim- a town, hold, home, dungeon, or just a natural spot they happen to have a fondness for?
One is an area just above the Twilight Sepulcher, where you go to defeat the Guardian Bear in Kyne’s Sacred Trials; there’s a fairy ring and a shrine to Akatosh here, as well as a beautiful view!
Another one is where I also envision her old home being, before it was burnt down, as there are remains of a possible building there. It’s a little Northeast of Ivarstead, on top of a hill where you would meet a Whispmother.
15. What is their personal LEAST favorite place in Skyrim- somewhere that annoys them, or comes with bad memories, or otherwise?
Windhelm. It’s a beautiful city, of course, but the PEOPLE…. They’re just so awful and rude (Not including the Grey Quarter). Every time she’s there she always finds herself getting into a fistfight with some racist Nord asshole.
16. Where did they choose to live and what drew them there? Does it really feel like home?
She chooses to settle in Lakeview Manor, as it’s close to Riverwood - one of the only places Teldryn finds habitable, and she can agree. Although, she always finds herself missing the beautiful golden and red birch of the Rift. If she could have one of the homes from ESO in the Rift, she’d absolutely choose one of those.
17. What’s their style- do they tend to wear armor and if so, what sort? Otherwise what’s their average day-to-day clothing?
Signe’s armor is an alteration of Nordic carved steel mixed with dragon scales/bones, and has a variety of rune engravings and patterns befitting a walking prophecy. Before being Dragonborn, she normally wore the usual Thieves Guild attire, or her Nightingale uniform. Her day to day wear is typically a comfy fitting tunic and pants with well worn boots, and her sleepwear is similar to a miner shirt, but longer and only the shirt.
18. Your Dragonborn is now an actual dragon- what do they look like? Do they possess any unique features or abilities?
OHHH YES I WAS HOPING FOR THIS KIND OF QUESTION.
Signe actually has a dragon form! But she doesn’t harness it till way later in the game, after all the main quests. Her Dragon Aspect form reflects some of it, however.
Her dragon form is called Volzaannir [see question 8 for details], and she’s what I would call a Crested Dragon; a dragon that is partially feathers, the end of their muzzle is beaked, and is a tad thinner to allow more fluid aerodynamics. She utilizes shouts that call upon more natural forces, or invoke fear/frenzy, or conjure a variety of types of thralls. (Storm Call is a common one, Animal Allegiance, Cyclone, Dismay, Drain Vitality, Marked for Death, Soul Tear, and sometimes Frost Breath if fighting head-on).
19. Which NPC have they killed and regretted it?
Signe doesn’t like to kill, at all. It stems far before she even joined the Thieve’s Guild, and was thankful that they valued that rule as well. But, just because she doesn’t like to, doesn’t mean she won’t; she has to survive after all, and that means killing when justified.
She hasn’t regretted any of her intentional kills; however, she does mourn the loss of lives when they have become collateral damage. After a dragon attack, or rescuing travelers being attacked by bears, anything like that, there’s always lives she could not save in the pursuit of rescue. She often times feels survivors guilt - terribly so after Helgen, especially.
20. Which NPC have they killed and absolutely NOT regretted it (excluding the major villains)?
Ulfric and Mercer Frey.
Mercer was the first person she ever intentionally killed, driven near mad at the hurt from his betrayal. She squeezed his throat and held him under the water of Irkngthand, effectively drowning him slowly, eyes locked on his water-distorted face. The pure bloodlust she felt frightened her afterward, leaving her shaken and vowing to keep whatever that was under check.
She did not personally kill Ulfric, but she was the one who decided his fate in the end. When the Civil War is won, she summons Ulfric to death by Blood Eagle, and remains face-to-face with him until he dies - making sure her disappointment is the last thing he ever sees.
21. Do they worship any of the Divines, and if so, which do they have the strongest affinity for?
Kyne and Akatosh! (Or any name they go by in each culture). She mainly worships Kyne, feeling the strongest connection to her through culture, history, and soul.
22. Which Daedric Prince(s) do they end up most aligned to, if any? Which artifacts do they own and which do they actively make use of?
She aligns to Nocturnal majorly, thanks to being a Nightingale, and finds her to be surprisingly well-tempered and benevolent sometimes. Signe also finds herself more familiar with Azura, thanks to traveling with Teldryn most of the time - but she holds no judgement, and encourages worship if it brings others comfort or clearance.
While Nocturnal’s artifact, the Skeleton Key, is in its rightful place, she still holds the powers of Nocturnal’s Agents; typically switching between the Agent of Shadow and Subterfuge.
23. Which non-Daedric artifacts/magical items do they make regular use of?
A Stahlrim bow, dragonbone arrows, dragonbone swords (dual wield, one has electrical damage and the other traps souls), and two Stahlrim daggers affectionately named Frostbite (frost damage) and Freezer Burn (fire damage).
24. How did they respond to Miraak and what do they feel about him? Do they regret killing him? Did they spare him?
She saw Miraak as a threat at first, obviously, but there is of course that melancholy feeling of wishing he wasn’t so power-obsessed… He is the only other Dragonborn she (or anyone, in the 4th Era) has ever met, and he could have helped her in her quests, in defeating Alduin, in teaching her how to live with these powers and their consequences - being a mentor. Signe had planned on sparing him, attempting to convince him to escape Apocrypha with her, to live a new life on Nirn… But in battle, when his mask falls off, she finally gets a solid glimpse at his soul through his eyes, and realizes his mind is too far gone to save. Too tortured, too desperate, too power-hungry. Death is the kindest thing she could give him, while still keeping Nirn safe.
25. Which of the Dragon Priest masks do they favor and wear the most? If the answer is Konahrik, pick the second favorite too.
Signe doesn’t wear the masks, as she feels there’s too much evil floating around in them, no matter how fuckin’ cool they look. She’s not against the Dragon Priests themselves, just that the history and power held within the specific masks makes her anxious and uncomfortable. If she were to create her own (and she does), then she would wear it.
26. Which follower(s) would they never go anywhere without? On a personal level, what is their relationship with the follower(s) in question like and why do they stick with them?
TELDRYN. SERO. He’s her partner in crime, the only one brave enough to be her damage control, and who's always been at her side at the worst of times… and still willingly chooses to be. Signe met him when she was delivering a letter to Glover from Delvin (well before the main quest, but after Dawnguard), and decided to rest a bit in the Retching Netch overnight before heading back to Skyrim. His stupid charm and humor was enough to convince her to let him tag along, and she’ll never regret it.
Not only does she find out later on that he used to be good - if not best - friends with her father, the two of them being infamous mercenaries for hire in their respective countries. They slowly fall in love, cliche I know, but trust me - after the shit they’ve been through and bond over, how could they not?
27. If your Dragonborn were an in-game boss fight, what would their lair be like? What enemies would help them in the fight (if any) and what quest might lead to another hero having to fight them?
Ohhhohohoo boy, this one’s a fun one.
First off, her lair would be similar to ruins like Skuldafn, or the Blades headquarters, somewhere difficult to get to and holding this ancient aesthetic to it. Either that, or her very own plane of Oblivion, a pocket containing a strange mix of both Apocrypha, the Evergloom, and the Quagmire. A place of knowledge and wisdom and history that still holds unimaginable terror and secrets and madness.
What could lead to battling her perhaps is due to how she devotes her life after the events of Skyrim; seeking to bring forth her dragon blood and soul forth to not only give her a dragon form, but extend her life as well, as she has an underlying fear of death. If she cannot go to Sovngarde and be with her parents due to her soul being promised to Daedric Princes, then the afterlife is not something she looks forward to. However, she did not anticipate the toll an extended life would take on her human mind. Perhaps Teldryn and Ondolemar passed away somehow and she can’t bring herself to take another lover, she can’t make friends because she knows she’ll see them die too, and dragon companions to not hold the same kind of compassion or humor or affection her fellow mortals could.
She becomes reckless, often times falling into episodes of paranoia and madness, and people have noticed. Some worship her like the Dragon Priests in ancient times, but the others fear what she may be capable of. Signe may have holed herself away in that lair of hers, but the public still fears her power, and knows she was not meant to live as long as she has. Soldiers and mages and wizards and heroes alike are sent to grant her death, but are never successful, as her insanity and fear has brought her to sending dragons of all kinds after anyone who dares try and approach her with malice-intent. If your aura holds no hostility, however, you could be lucky and hold a conversation with a possible demi-god such as her; beware, as her dragons watch over your every move from the stone arcs and towers above.
She is the Last Dragonborn, and you WILL show her respect, even if it means getting on your knees and praying to her as if she were a god. And perhaps she is.
28. What are their greatest assets, both in terms of in-game skills and otherwise? What gave them the upper hand that allowed them to defeat Alduin?
Archery, dual-wielding, sneak, lock-picking, pick-pocketing, charisma/speech, and smithing have been the most helpful throughout her life thus far. As for defeating Alduin and Miraak and Harkon, though, it would have to be her resilience and determination to protect the life amongst Nirn. Without such personal strength and wit, she would have given up for sure.
29. What do they do post-Skyrim, once all the main quests are finished? What happens to them in the aftermath?
It’s tough for Signe to come to terms with the thought that technically, everything is over. The journey’s have made her an adrenaline junky, they’ve brought new nightmares, and there are fractions up the wazoo who still want her dead despite doing nothing to harm them. The Black Books and Herma Mora haunting her have caused her to act relatively ‘insane’ at some points; she’s gained too much of a reputation as a hero to really return to her Nightingale days; and being a mercenary isn't up her alley.
Her overall dream in life was to just settle in a cottage somewhere in the Rift and carve wood and bones for a living, take up smithing and open an armor and weapons shop called “Helm of Awe”. But of course after having her life altered so intensely in such a short time, it’s taken its toll on her, and left her too restless to fully settle down.
So, she takes her band of Merry Mer (Teldryn and Ondolemar lmao) and they travel all over, looting burrows and taking high-risk jobs.
She also takes up researching and meditating on Words of Power, aiming to create a Shout that allows her to harness the entirety of her dragon soul - all the way to flesh. Signe also looks into ways to bring her dragon blood and soul more forward, less buried in her spirit, to lengthen her life more; purely for the sake of her Mer lovers, though there’s an underlying fear there too. [See question 27]
30. Are they proud of themselves? Do they see themselves as a hero?
She is proud, deep down, because she knows in the end it’s for the betterment and safety of the world. A hero? Absolutely. Signe may be humble in the present about her position, but not even the kindest person on Nirn could pass up the chance to brag about saving the world thrice over.
VERY IMPORTANT BONUS QUESTION: In their opinion, who is the best dog in all Skyrim?
MEEKO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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novel prep tag
tagged by @montevena (i don’t remember how long this was but i’m doing now)
tagging: @zielenheil @starshots @ophelia-says @rkmoriyama @songbirdur @rosmiri @themillionthdraft @dotr-rose-love @viciousvenganza + anyone who wants to do these, no pressure!
rules: answer the questions and then tag as many writers as there are questions answered (or as many as you can) to spread the positivity! even if these questions are not explicitly brought up in the novel, they are still good to keep in mind when writing.
i will be doing this for my nano project, heir of the alchemist !
FIRST LOOK
1. describe your novel in 1-2 sentences (elevator pitch).
a guy just wants to chill but the world doesn’t allow it but did an oopsie when they found out he’s an infected. but didn’t do anything about it and thinks it’s okay to let him roam free
2. How long do you plan for your novel to be? (Is it a novella, single book, book series, etc.)
this is more of a spin off to my main wip, so i’m planning it to be a single book.
3. What is your novel’s aesthetic?
typical southern/midwestern gothic with a dash of baroque and classicsm architecture. it’s lol because the world is based off of german/czech (that is tentative, names are hard). also there’s dark alchemy and paganism/catholic toss into the mix, and of course magic!
4. What other stories inspire your novel?
frankenstein and rebecca are my top inspiration for coming up with this novel. i love the sense of mystery and its intrigue + a little bit of science. you’ll see some similarities like the dollmaker (the main antagonist lol).
another thing is this novel is sort of me wanting to explore one of the side characters from my main wip, more.
so i’m like hey, would it be nice to make this into a prequel ???
5. Share 3+ images that give a feel for your novel.
here’s the pinterest for it! more under the cut, btw!
MAIN CHARACTER
6. Who is your protagonist?
my main protagonist is marcel, he’s the one doing hocus pocus on himself and called the darkness, his old friends bc [redacted].
7. Who is their closest ally?
nobody, jk, he feels closer to brother juri even if he’s a little annoying ( a helicopter parent, ope) but marcel sees him as a father figure, growing up and still lost in the place. another person is feliks, and he’s the first one to talk and come close to him, and understands him. and that they’re both weird together.
8. Who is their enemy?
um let’s just say, the diviners are the biggest obstacles, esp when they are practically magical beings and got a secret to hide, so they will do anything to stop marcel and the co. from uncovering the truth...it has to do with the plague. the dollmaker, too, but that’s redacted information
9. What do they want more than anything?
marcel just wants to live his life in peace at the start but he adapted his reasons the more he ventures to search for the mystery behind the plague like who started it and why is it turning people into monstrosity. there, he wants to find more about himself, why he’s different from the rest of the infected and how to use that knowledge to spread the higher sciences,
10. Why can’t they have it?
his refusal to admit to the faith also turns into something he wants the system to change (the ramona thrones and baszceri), moreso a revenge on them but it prove to be difficult since both of the religious sanction wants something from him....and it’s giving him a headache.
11. What do they wrongly believe about themselves?
he believes the world could no longer fear the infected, that they are more like him that evolved from the plague and survive. and that it is his fault that rahel, his sister, is dead because of him
12. Draw your protagonist! (Or share a description)
marcel has thick, black hair, down to his shoulders and it’s wavy. he sometimes had it tied all the time and likes it that way. somewhere between 5′10 range, a moc with dark olive skin with a few spots across his face, mostly around his cheekbones and eyes. angular brows, not too sharp or thin, and double-lidded brown eyes. typically wears a white and black garb (he doesn’t have much choice). a little toned and is healthy looking.
PLOT POINTS
13. What is the internal conflict?
rahel being the biggest conflict, he feels guilt and shame and he’s the reason why it started it all. pretty much some insecurities.
14. What is the external conflict?
drive for knowledge about the sciences and people that want the same thing
15. What is the worst thing that could happen to your protagonist?
he becomes a plaything or puppet for the ramona thrones, being extorted as much as they want until he dies.
16. What secret will be revealed that changes the course of the story?
spoilers but hmm let’s call her the mother, and she’s close to a certain someone...possibly having a child that would shake the world
17. Do you know how it ends?
hmm i think i have spoil it to someone, can’t remember what their reaction are. but i think it has something to do with connecting universe lol?
BITS AND BOBS
18. What is the theme?
biggest theme is that it’s okay to let go of your past even if it haunts you, still acknowledge who you are and what you want to be. also face your mistakes, don’t try to hide it. and learn to respect people with different ideas and morals because not everyone is like you or will be you...esp having the freedom to fuck everyone else or get fucked
19. What is a recurring symbol?
the ocean and death + the color red
20. Where is the story set? (Share a description!)
the story is set in two different places, the main setting is the white chapel, located in sarcherin. which is a nice place filled with gray and white houses, so the church color matches them and oh it’s on the red cliffs, just a couple yards away from the ocean. it has that southern gothic look as well. the other setting is ramona, a holy city with mostly baroque and classicism architecture. everything is pristine and polished, even the pavement is made out of marbles. except for that daunting prison on the far side of the city, everything is eerie there.
21. Do you have any images or scenes in your mind already?
i dig this ocean = death imagery, and there’s going to be a lot of these throughout, esp the color red! and this cool fight sequence that i have yet to write, it has some magic and bending going on + horst becoming the infected too
22. What excited you about this story?
the ending and the revelation in the middle, i love any confrontational moments, it spice things up
23. Tell us about your usual writing method!
i usually would get in the mood listening to music and when i’m ready i would write whenever i can (how long or how much i write, idk it’s up to my brain). also most of my notes or cryptic quotes is something i came up with in ungodly hours and i try to figure out where to put it or what it means.
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OOC Q’s!
1. What do you want to get out of playing this character(s)?
I mean, I get enjoyment out of playing any of my chars, so that’s probably my main motivation.
2. Describe your character(s) with three words.
Protective, troubled, tired
3. What made you decide to write this muse?
I’ve been writing her since I was 16 and I adore her, she’s a dumbass, she’s dealing with a whole lot of shit, and I kinda relate to her in some aspects. There’s different versions of her, and I really like this one I’m writing here in TI.
4. If you could change one event in your muse’s life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?
The disastrous relationship that she now has with her daughter. If Booker had managed to kill the witch that cursed Philippa, the girl never would’ve become bitter and dangerous. Booker feels terrible because she believes it is her fault that her daughter turned out to be a monster, but in other universes they have a real good relationship, with Booker being a queen and Philippa as the spymaster of the court. I miss them being okay with each other, they were an unstoppable team (and Zara was alive too!)
5. If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?
“I adore you and I feel bad for all the terrible, terrible shit I’ve put you through, but holy fucking shit woman, you always get away with everything. I’m surprised you haven’t been punched in the face more often. You’ve done stuff here that makes me damn mad, pls learn to be better.”
6. If you could give your muse one gift, what would you give them?
A kitten. Crazy cat lady can always have more cats around.
7. If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?
Her protectiveness. What would Booker be without her desire to keep others safe? Just a selfish, angry drunk. If she lost that aspect of her personality she’d be lost, she’d be nothing.
8. If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?
Gimme those mma skills plz omfg. How AWESOME would it be to have those fighting skills!? They could be so useful.
9. Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?
I want this idiot to be happy, she’s an ass sometimes but she deserves happiness. I know she will probably never admit it, because she wants to believe she doesn’t need anyone else in order to be happy, but boy is she lying hard to herself. She’s pretty traditional in some senses, and honestly? All she wants is a family, even if she keeps saying that she does NOT want kids. She wants a house in the woods or the beach, a wife, kids and a whole lotta pets. It’s not super exciting, but that’s the whole point! With how rough and crazy her life has been, she craves nothing more than a little stability and just a very simple life.
10. Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?
I do enjoy it sometimes cause a little angst is always necessary to make things fun imo, but I don’t want her character to always revolve around angst, or constantly be part of super angsty situations, I like to mix things up. Being unable to protect others is the one thing that will definitely break her heart, mostly because her being unable to protect others in the past has cost lives and her daughter’s well-being. She feels it’s her duty to keep her loved ones safe no matter what, and if she is unable to protect them she feels as if she’s failed them, creating a feeling of worthlessness. It’s kinda what happened to her when she lost her eye, she became unable to fight, so she had no idea what to do, how to help others or keep going so she just… pushed everyone away and vanished. Was it right? Nope, she fucked up big time. Is she ever going to admit she did something bad and hurt lots of people she cared about? Also no, she’s tired and done but she’s still goddamn stubborn.
11. What do you love about your muse?
How goofy she can be, despite everything she’s been through. Yeah, she can be grumpy and mean as hell sometimes, but she still has a side of her that’s super sweet and fun and sooooo loving.
12. What do you hate about your muse?
She needs to stop being so stubborn. This woman will never admit she is wrong and will ALWAYS play the victim. Sometimes I feel like she really needs to grow up.
13. What about your muse amuses you?
The amount of shit she’s been through. Her poor body doesn’t have more space for scars, and yet she keeps on being an angry hothead that seeks fights, despite being tired and super done with everything. I’m surprised she’s been able to go on this long. Right now the fire that made her fight for important things has waned and died out, so now she mostly just gets into senseless bar fights.
14. What about your muse makes you sad?
Her own family hates her guts, except for Lys, and she lost the one person who loved her the most. Her mother treated her like shit all her life, and when Booker finally ran off and found someone who truly loved her, who made her feel like she belonged, this person died. She has lost way too many people, and she grew up hearing how terrible she is and how she doesn’t deserve her wings. She’s excellent at hiding it but BOY IS THIS WOMAN’S SELF ESTEEM LOW.
15. How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?
“You are gonna recognize her immediately. Tall, with a thick accent, and a mane of red hair. Seriously, it’s like she got pulled out of a Vikings episode or something. Don’t mind her humor, she’s a bit awkward but she’s fun to have around.”
16. Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?
I think I’d have a crush on her if I’m being completely honest. Now, if I got to know her better? Idk, she’s intense and I’m way too lazy, but I’d think she’s cool.
17. In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?
Im not a hothead like her, or egotistical and violent, so I guess I could say I’m better at handling my emotions than her. Booker is wild, a bit unpredictable and super volatile, I’m glad to be the opposite most of the time lol. Now, she’s better than me in the aspects that she can fight really damn well and I’m barely a yellow/white belt in karate, she can also cook really well while I’m here burning boiled water, among a LOT of other things, because this woman has been around for 400 years and knows how to do many things.
18. Why do you think you connect to your muse?
Well, unfortunately we share something that I definitely wouldn’t have added if I knew it was gonna happen to me too later on, cause it brings back a lot of pain. We recently lost a family member at the hands of someone violent and dangerous. We have to live on with that loss, knowing that the person who killed our family member is still out there, living. It hits way too close to home, and I don’t think I’d ever be able to explain the level of anger and pain I feel with words, so I get how Booker feels, I get why she is angry, why she is drunk, why she feels helpless and has zero fucks to give now. It is something so deeply personal, so wild to people who haven’t experienced something like it, and like… it hurts, a lot, but here we are, still existing, still going on, and trying to make damn sure we keep the memory of those we lost alive.
19. What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?
I think the most important aspect of her personality is her protectiveness, and she’d probably say the same. Booker lives to protect others, in the other places I wrote her she was a Queen, and a really good one might I add, because she was fiercely protective of her people and her family. Booker is a guardian, that’s her whole thing.
20. Has your character(s) changed over the time that you have been playing them? How have they changed?
I actually started writing the accent™️ now, so that’s new. Other things that have changed is her personality in general, she’s a bit shyer than before, overall the things I’ve changed are just small details that probably aren’t very recognizable, with the exception of a few bigger details. She’s also drinking a bit more, it’s starting to become a problem. She’s not doing great, but she’s good at hiding it (kinda?). She’s also a little more aware of what she wants in life right now, her views on some things have changed. For example, before she left, she just craved adventure and an exciting life, I decided to change this, now she wants simplicity, she wants a family. She is not the same person she was before I took a break from TI, and the changes will begin to seep out slowly.
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I Spy AU (Ride or Die)
Izzy wants to avenge her mother. Colt wants answers for his father. A common goal might unite them both.
*these characters belong to Choices game from Pixelberry, not me!*
Prologue
Part 1 - Like Mother, Like Daughter
Part 2 - Trouble is a Friend of Mine
Part 3 - Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing
Part 4 - Two Truths and a Lie
Part 5 - Only the Good Die Young
Part 6 - Not Your Enemy
Part 7 - Nori Sato
Part 8 - Heating Up
Part 9 - This Is Just the Beginning (nsfw)
Part 10 - Lover’s Interlude
Part 11 - This is Goodbye
Word count: 2,288
COLT (moments prior)
“Go around the back” Izzy gestured as she leaped from the car. Was she crazy? “Why? What are you planning?” Izzy was almost to the opened door, but Colt soon caught up, almost running into her. Her back was straight as a rod. “Go around back,” she stressed, turning to look at him in the weak light. “I’m gonna need backup.” He knew exactly what Izzy was capable of, and it did nothing to quell his fears of whatever was in the house that she wanted so damn bad to face. He also knew she wouldn’t go down without a fight, and was probably just as stubborn as he was. He nodded and watched as Izzy continued her careful trek towards the house. The crickets and other noisy insects of the night were all Colt could hear until movement in his peripheral caught his attention. Colt assumed a defensive position instantly. “Show yourself, I know you’re fucking there!” he snarled, and the trespasser stepped forward, their sure, careful walk coming into focus until they were less than a few feet away.
Colt’s jaw dropped and his arms came down as he stared in disbelief. Anger, misery, and pain, things he hadn’t let surface for years suddenly became the only things he felt. “...Pop.” Colt almost stood as tall as his father, and the passing years had aged them both. The man looked just as surprised to see Colt. Even in the growing darkness, Colt could make out the familiar tattoos, shoulder-length dark hair, and his eyes pricked with angry tears. “You shouldn’t be here Colt,” were the first words Kaneko spoke after years of silence. Colt hardly had time to sort through his reunion with his missing father before he remembered Izzy in the house, alone. He took off running, his sole focus on getting to her. Why the fuck had he let her go in alone? Colt stumbled into the living room to find Izzy weakly fighting off her assailant, a tall man with a red beard, his arm tightening around her throat.
“Izzy!”
She slumped in his iron grip and Red Beard let her hit the floor with a wet thump. He looked up, leering at Colt as recognition shone in his eyes. “Aren’t you a little old for Bring Your Kid to Work Day?” The stupid joke didn’t register and Colt could taste his own rage, visceral on his tongue. Anger at his father for showing up out of the blue and anger at the stranger who was responsible for Izzy’s current condition. Crossing the room in quick strides, Colt reeled his fist back, his blow landing right where he wanted it to. Red Beard stumbled back, holding his bloody nose as he glared, his own aggression flaring. But Colt didn’t give him a chance to retaliate, dealing punch after punch to Red Beard’s gut, ribs, jaw, anywhere he could reach. Red took a cheap shot at Colt’s knee causing him to stumble, then his fist connected with Colt’s cheek.
“Enough, Drew!” Kaneko’s voice had enough power and possibly the fear of God to stop Drew, but Colt took that moment of hesitation to land another devastating blow to his eye socket. Drew fell back, hitting his head against the coffee table, bleeding from the cut on his head and onto the carpet. He didn’t move, but his labored breathing told Colt he was unfortunately still alive. Colt’s hand throbbed, his ears rang from getting punched in the face and there were countless nicks and small bruises he’d discover later, but his sole concern was Izzy. He dropped to the ground beside her, cradling her head under his arm. She groaned, reaching for her throat but Colt took her hand in his free one, brushing a kiss to her weak fingers. Izzy’s lips fell into a strained smile as she gazed up at Colt, but it slipped as something else caught her attention. Her eyes widened and Colt looked back to find his father studying them, disapproving of the scene. That was enough to send Colt into another fit of rage. “Start fucking explaining and don’t leave anything out,” Colt seethed, meeting his father’s hooded gaze. He knew Kaneko wasn’t an honorable man, and until Izzy’s life had been in immediate danger, he hadn’t cared. “The Brotherhood sent you here, didn’t they?” Colt recalled the woman at the Cuban cafe and cursed himself for not saying anything to Izzy. He couldn’t connect the two, but she must have had something to do with the ambush.
“If you know what’s good for you, you will listen to me--” Colt shook his head, a humorless laugh bubbling to his lips as he cradled Izzy. There was no way he was letting her out of his sight again. “You’ve been gone for five years, and now you wanna be my dad? Pop, that ship sailed a long time ago. Hell, you might have better luck with Logan. He’ll forgive anyone.” Hurt flashed in Kaneko's eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it came. He pointed to Izzy. “She’s trouble, son. You deserve a chance...to not be bound by my mistakes.” Izzy attempted a sitting position, now leaning against Colt’s shoulder as she tried to focus on Kaneko. “I’m trouble? What, were you sent here to kill me?” Izzy demanded them grimaced, her hand reaching to soothe her bruised throat. “I warned your mother for being so damn idiotic! Do you have a death wish as well?” Kaneko thundered. “Her partner killed her and he’ll kill you too! I will not lose my son because of an ill-timed infatuation.” Colt shook with anger, missing how Izzy’s disoriented expression hardened to steel.
“...Don’t you dare talk to her like that,” Colt hissed, at a stand-off with the man he’d been so desperate to find. “You were there when she died?” Izzy asked evenly. Kaneko looked past Colt to narrow his eyes at Izzy. “I was there when she foolishly joined the Brotherhood, and I was there at the funeral,” Kaneko glared, but the lines in his tired face sagged when he glanced back at Colt. “I was forbidden from ever seeing my son again, lest he found the same fate. Colt, I never wanted to stay away. I just wanted you to have a chance to live.” Colt had suspected The Brotherhood’s dealings with CAE-I, but the feeling of being right rang hollow. Colt didn’t know much about Kira Parker, but he wondered what exactly would entice her to cross over and leave Izzy behind. What dark motivation would meet or exceed his own father’s? What means would justify the ends?
“Why should I believe anything you say? You don’t deserve to call yourself a CAE-I agent,” Izzy spat, but Kaneko wasn’t offended. “You are but a child who’s managed to drag my son into your foolish troubles.” Kaneko’s eyes lingered on the hickies and love marks across Izzy’s uncovered skin, noticeably different from her attacker’s.
“I don’t want your protection!” Colt shouted. “Just say you get off on the blood and murder and move on! Christ, you’re just like mom! Reliving your glory days to obtain some stupid high. Cars weren’t enough for you, old man?” Kaneko’s face was stone. He stepped closer to Izzy, but Colt moved to shield her. “I don’t expect you to understand,” Kaneko sighed as if he was talking to a deviant ten-year-old and not the taller and extremely hostile young man before him. Once upon a time, Colt had sought out Kaneko’s approval. Not anymore. “Do whatever the fuck you gotta do. Report to your superiors, take that with you,” he pointed to Drew who still lay unconscious, “and we’ll get out of your hair.” Izzy gripped his shoulder, now standing, and pulled Colt so he looked at her. “What!” But Colt yanked himself from Izzy’s grip to glare at his father. Kaneko said nothing, expression closed off, and Izzy looked from the two men in disbelief.
IZZY
Colt walked her back into the bedrooms to retrieve her things and anything he’d left lying around as well. He wouldn’t leave her alone with Kaneko, and rather than finding it a sweet gesture, her anger flared as hot and intense as Colt’s own. “We can’t stay here. Safehouse? Ha! That’s rich,” Colt muttered as he threw clothes in his bag and hastily zipped it up. “He fucking thinks he was protecting me? No, he was saving his own skin. I can’t believe Logan was right, motherfucker!” His injured hand smashed into the wall, opening up the scab as Izzy stared at him in disbelief. “Colt, if you don’t get a grip and calm the hell down,” Izzy began sternly, but Colt was on a tirade, pushing past her to stomp into the bathroom next. “You know you can’t go back, right? Jason’ll be waiting for you,” Colt talked over his shoulder as he swept their toothbrushes and other toiletries into the plastic bag he’d uncovered from Izzy’s things.
“What, so I’m supposed to just fly off the radar and lay low for the rest of my life?” Izzy stepped in front of Colt so he had no choice but to look at her. “That’s not the worst idea you’ve had,” Colt snapped, but Izzy held firm.
“I’m not running away, Colt!”
“And I’m not losing you!” Past the fire that blazed in his eyes, Izzy caught a glimpse of the fear he kept at bay. Fear for her. “This is my mission. This is my life,” Izzy whispered, cupping his cheek with her hand.
“This is a death sentence,” Colt argued, but his voice was softer too. Izzy’s eyes glistened, and she looked away, her voice short and clipped. “All the training in the world doesn’t make you invincible to death.” She thought of her mother. There was even more to the story, there had to be. “No, but it sure as hell increases your chances,” Colt muttered, tracing the outline of her lips with his thumb. It was swollen but his touch was feather-light. “Izzy, I love you.” The words were out and spoken so quickly Izzy thought she imagined them. She was an agent and he was the legacy kid of a career criminal and Brotherhood member so it couldn’t have worked out for them. He shouldn’t have been in love with her. But he was. She could see the truth in his dark eyes.
“No you don’t,” Izzy said, sharply pulling away but Colt wouldn’t let her. Suddenly she couldn’t face him. “I love you, even if you don’t say it. Even if you don’t feel it,” Colt pressed, but Izzy yanked her hand away, running from him. She almost hit the wall around the corner and braced her arms for impact. She felt Colt’s presence behind her, and her face crumpled as her hands gathered into fists against the wall. “Don’t say things like that!” she swallowed the sob in her throat. She should have never brought Colt along. His dad was only doing what any caring father would; protecting his son. And suddenly Izzy wondered if that was what her mother was doing in her own misguided way. “I can’t be the thing that comes between you and your dad,” Izzy talked to the wall as Colt rubbed her arms in soothing motions. “He made his decision, and I’m making mine. Izzy, blood isn’t thicker than water, not by a long shot.” He pressed a kiss to her ear and Izzy couldn’t shake the fact that he was making the wrong decision. She did love him, the feeling had crept up on her too. But she’d have to be the one to save him from himself. CAE-I may have suffered corruption, but Izzy had taken an oath. Should death take her, she’d be ready. She blinked back the tears and turned to allow Colt’s strong arms to pull her towards him. It felt like a lifetime since they’d been intimate, yet his arms still felt like the safest place to be.
When the two emerged from the back rooms to reenter the living room, both Kaneko and Drew were gone. They packed up the Honda, Colt teasing her for taking out the trash and attempting to clean up the dried blood. They found a hotel, checking in for the night. Izzy dressed his wounds as best she could, but it was a lost cause as Colt took her to bed and aggravated his injuries and reopened his bruises. Yet Izzy refused to tell him no. She wouldn’t deny him anything for that last night together. Each thrust, each kiss, each touch, Izzy took in stride, committing his scent, his feel, his taste to memory. When he’d drifted off to sleep, Izzy quietly dressed and grabbed her things. She slipped out of the hotel room, leaving the rental keys and hotel key card on the entertainment stand with a three worded note and her beating, broken heart.
It was almost six in the morning, and Izzy dug in her bag for one of her unused burner phones. Pulling it out, she dialed the number she’d committed to heart as a bright-eyed, fearless five years old. The line went to voicemail as Izzy expected, and she waited for the prompt and resounding beep before she left her message. “Hey, Dad? It’s Izzy. I just wanted to let you know that I love you so damn much. I don’t say it much, and I never said it enough when Mom was alive. So, once more for emphasis?” Izzy laughed as she teared up in the hotel parking lot, waiting for her Lyft. “I love you, Dad.”
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