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scoonsalicious · 3 days

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Unwanted: Chapter 19, Unfriended - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, heartache, bag of dicks.

Word Count: 848

Previously On...: That fucking fuck fucking fucked the fucking fuck.

A/N: I maintain my "previously on" makes perfect sense and is completely understandable. And that's why 'fuck' is the most versatile word of all time.

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You felt your resolve crumbling the closer you got to the conference room. With each step you took, your righteous anger morphed a little closer to soul-destroying sorrow.

"I just can't believe Bucky would do this to you," Wanda said as she walked alongside you. "He loves you so much. Everyone can see it."

"Apparently not enough to keep his cock out of places it doesn't belong," Nat growled.

"Natasha!" Wanda scolded. "Not helping."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not just going to sit here and pretend that this dipshit didn't just betray our best friend in the absolute worst way possible," she argued. "I will fucking kill him."

"How do you want to go forward with this, Pocket?" Wanda asked. "We'll follow whatever lead you take, right Natasha?" She cast a pointed look in Nat's direction.

You shook your head, not knowing how you were going to go forward, how you were going to keep living knowing what Bucky had done. "I don't know how to live without him," you whispered.

"You're not seriously thinking of forgiving that scumbag?" Natasha asked you, incredulous.

"No, I'm not saying that at all. It's just..." You let out a shuddering breath. "Why is this happening? What did I do?"

"Oh, honey," Wanda said, wrapping her arms around you. "You didn't do anything. He's a man and men are idiots."

“Viz an idiot, too?” you asked, managing to find the strength to give her a small smile. “Ah, but see,” Wanda said, grinning at you, “Viz isn’t a man. He’s a sentient android with anatomical male… attributes.”

That earned a chuckle from you, and Wanda beamed, pleased she’d been able to cheer you up, no matter how briefly it lasted.

Your phone buzzed in Nat's hands; you’d asked her to hold onto, afraid that you’d answer one of Bucky’s calls in a moment of weakness. "He's calling again," she said, holding the device out as though it would catch on fire. "What do you want me to do?"

"Just decline the call," you begged. "I... I can't talk to him right this second."

"No, of course not," Wanda soothed. "But sweetie, you are going to have to confront him at some point. You can't just hide from him forever. The Tower's not that big, and he’s going to be at this meeting."

You closed your eyes and tried to take a centering breath. It didn't help. "I know, trust me, I know. I just... I just don't know how to do this. I've never had my heart broken like this before. I thought he was it. I thought this was forever."

"Hey," Nat stopped in front of you, taking both your hands in her own, "you can do this. You are amazing, the smartest woman and one of the best people I know, and if Barnes can't see that, that's his fucking loss. You deserve better than someone who can't see what he had right in front of him. And if he can have his head so easily turned by Jade Fucking Carthage?" She spat the name out. "He's an idiot and they deserve each other."

You found yourself nodding along with what she was saying.

"And if you find yourself feeling down, and wanting him back," she continued, "remember that this son of a bitch fucked her TWICE on a mission while you were stuck home, puking your guts out."

As she spoke, you felt your agony seep out of you, replaced once again with white hot rage. Nat was right. Bucky Barnes was a fucking asshole. You'd already wasted the last year and a half on him and you'd be damned if you were going to waste a second more. You took the pain you felt and buried it, deep down with all the other pain life had dealt you, far below the surface where it could no longer reach you. Not the best coping mechanism, but it had gotten you through life so far. You took a deep breath.

"You're right," you said to Nat. "Fuck him. I gave him everything I had, and this is what I get in return? No. He can choke on a bag of dicks for all I care. He's dead to me."

"That's my girl!" grinned Nat.

"Pocket, are you sure that's the best way to go about this?" Wanda asked gently. "Maybe you should sit down and talk to him."

"No," you said, perhaps a little too forcefully, "he lost his chance at a conversation when he failed to tell me the truth and tried to get his skank to cover for him. I told him that I could take anything except for lies, and he did it anyway. I don't owe him shit."

The three of you finally approached the doors to the conference room. "You going to be able to do this?" Nat asked you.

"Yes. I can do this. Just..." you sighed, "just don't let him near me, okay?"

Nat and Wanda shared a look. "I think that, between the two of us, we can manage that," Nat said.

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sparklecryptid · 2 days

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*grins* AtB reveal AU where the Crystal makes a grandiose magical announcement whenever a Lucis Caelum is born. (Mors is seriously considering making Regis retake sex ed as the announcement comes again - and again - and again - in a matter of months. Regis is just wishing that the Crystal mentioned things like names or locations, not ‘Hail the birth of the son/daughter of the Stone! Hail!’)

More stares at Regis.

Regis is would normally meet his fathers gaze head on but-

Well.

Apparently Regis has eight children he that he lost track of.

“If this happens one more time,” Mors says with an expression on his face that would lead to Regis getting sent to his room when he was younger, “I’ll make sure you never step foot out of Insomnia again.”

Katrina sees the headlines announcing the birth of one of Regis’ children.

Then she sees those headlines again and again and as she carries Ace around her and Carly’s home as he babbles she wonders if she should head to Insomnia and tell Regis.

Ace makes a low whining noise in the back of his throat when he realizes his mother isn’t paying attention to him and Katrina laughs and showers him in kisses until he bursts into giggles again.

There are too many variables, Katrina decides, she’ll wait before introducing Ace to his family.

Ardor is found first, they find a scrawny child scavenging for food in the streets of Lestallum. They only catch him because he runs into another boy - slightly older - who sees Ardor throwing fireballs at the Crownsguard and joins in.

Cor stares at the report. He then stares at the red eyed child in front of him who is accompanied by a woman who looks like she would be more at home in a lab than in Cor’s office. She has a tight grip on her child and hovers close enough to Ardor to grab him and run if anything happens.

Her bright eyes stare at Cor and show no fear. She seems perfectly willing to fight Cor if the situation calls for it.

Cor wonders why he - at 19 years old - was put in charge of this.

Jules is found next. She had thrown a grown man into a wall with magic when said man attempted to harm her mother. Cor and Regis watch as Ardor takes one look at her and her mother and promptly decides that he’ll die for her.

Thanatos must be of the same opinion as he begins to bring her books.

Bard isn’t found so much as brought to Insomnia by her mother after Bard had decided to test out fire breathing.

“I figured,” her mother says in a voice that has seduced Regis in the past, “That if anyone can help her it’s the one who she inherited the magic from.”

Regis thinks of the part of the Citadel dedicated to his children and their mothers and thinks he must have to expand it.

Mercury shows up with an Imperial noblewoman who is currently seeking sanctuary.

“May I ask why the Empire has an arrest warrant out for you?”

“Well,” the blonde noblewoman says with a slight grin, “They can’t put one out for a child can they?”

In that moment Mercury must decide that she’s had enough of not being near her mother because she phases through the door to the interrogation room and demands her mother make her popsicles.

“Oh,” the noblewoman says and her grin widens, “There’s that too.”

Persephone and her mother walk into the Citadel as if they own it.

Persephone has her father sit down for tea and Regis has never been intimidated by a ten year old until now.

“If you hurt my mother,” Persephone says in a tone that is too mature for her age, “The Astrals themselves won’t be able to hide you from me.”

“Does your mother know you are threatening me?”

“She tried to discourage it.”

Regis feels a bit faint and wonders if Noctis will grow up to be like the rest of his siblings.

“I see.”

Jupiter and Ace arrive together having barely reached adulthood. They don’t exactly want to ask Regis to stop being a fucking tool and to ease restrictions on Galahdians seeking refuge but-

Well, listen, sometimes you have to do something uncomfortable to make change. They even made an appointment, they have proof of the appointment.

If only this fucking gate guard would believe them when they say they have an appointment.

Jupiter, because she has never bothered to pay attention to the lessons their uncle taught them in politics and diplomacy, decides that force is the right choice.

“If you don’t let us through,” Jupiter says, “I’m going to freeze you in place, and then I’m going to let my brother decide whether or not to electrocute you.”

“Please don’t tempt me,” Ace mutters under his breath.

“Threats? As if I can’t have you arrested for threatening a standing member of the military see if the Astrals will take pity on you-“

“Oh,” Jupiter says as she eyes the rapidly darkening skies, “I think they might.”

The formerly sunny day turns dark, thunderheads gathering directly above the Citadel. Jupiter watches as the guard does a double take when he realizes Ace’s eyes are glowing a bright gold-

“Shit,” the guard curses and scrambles away from them. The siblings watch amusedly as he frantically reaches for his com.

Rapid footsteps reach their ears and both Ace and Jupiter turn toward the sound. Princess Persephone looks like she just came from a sparring practice dressed in sweatpants and a tank top with her hands wrapped.

“I would prefer it, dear brother, if you didn’t summon Ramuh to wreak havoc on the city this fine morning.” Persephone speaks as if she knows them and Ace and Jupiter exchange a look.

The gold fades from Ace’s eyes and the weather clears.

“I wasn’t going to summon him,” Ace protests, “I was persuading the guard here to let us in for our appointment.”

Persephone raises a brow.

Ace meets her stare head on.

Jupiter cackles.

“He doesn’t have enough energy to summon Ramuh anyway,” Jupiter says, “Not after, well, you know.”

Persephone takes stock of her siblings appearances. They both look like they’ve been on the move for weeks without rest and the beads in their hair are all too telling about where they are from.

“We heard, I would extend my condolences but I expect they mean nothing.” Persephone turns toward the guard. Her eyes are ice as she looks at him. “I will be taking my siblings in to meet with our father. We will deal with you later.”

#all the bastards verse

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heavyhitterheaux · 20 hours

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Love You a Little Bit Part 2

Synopsis: Now that the two of you have reconciled, you decide to spend more time with Jack in order to get to know him better and you can't help but to have butterflies when he comes around you.

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Pairing: Jack Harlow x Country Singer!Reader

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As the two of you got settled in one of the booths across from each other at the diner, you began to glance over the menu. This was one of your favorite places to go and it helped that it was kind of hidden. You did that in the hopes of people not bothering Jack. You really hadn't been worried about yourself considering the fact that you didn't think of yourself being a well known artist even though some people would say otherwise. Jack was admiring you from across the table when he finally spoke up. He didn't think that you would agree to any of this so the fact that you did was surprising and the last thing that he wanted to do was mess it up.

“So I take it that you liked the flowers?” He asked and you looked up at him confused.

“Wait, that was you? All of them?”

“Y/N, did you not read the notes that I was leaving for you? I left one in every bouquet.”

“There were NOTES?!”

“I… yes! I wrote that I wanted to take you out on a date to get to know you better and make up for us having a not so good start.”

“Wait, this is a DATE!?” You asked, looking around confused. You weren't exactly dressed for a date seeing as you were wearing your black leggings and one of your oversized Louisville Cardinals sweatshirts along with your converses.

“I thought you agreed when you came up to me in the parking lot and that you read my note!?”

“Oh, this is…. Wow…. Ummm… okay.”

“I seriously can't believe that you didn't know that there were notes on the side of each bouquet.”

“Shit. Now I feel bad because I haven't read any of them and I didn't treat you so well when we met. I'm really zero out of two here and it seems like it's getting worse.” You replied being completely honest.

“Don't even worry about it.”

“Oh no, I'm going to worry about it. That's my part time job and being a singer is full time.”

“Y/N, I promise that it's okay.” Jack was trying to make light of the situation, but that didn't help you from feeling bad about the entire thing. Just wait until you told Rory about this one.

“You took the time to find out what my favorite flowers were and reach out on multiple occasions while I….” You started to say, but then went quiet.

“Okay, we can call a truce. We can start completely over.”

“I’d like that, but is this still a date if we do that? Because I am definitely not dressed for a date.” You said while glancing down at your outfit and suddenly becoming self conscious.

“Only if you want it to be.”

“Uh…. a breakfast date between friends. Let's start there.”

“I can live with that.”

“One more question for you….” You said and Jack nodded at you for you to go on.

“Were the notes handwritten?”

“Yes. It's more personal that way.”

“Now I feel even worse.”

Once you had gotten back home from your breakfast date with Jack, you immediately went over to all of your bouquet of flowers and started looking for the handwritten notes that he was telling you about. You decided to start with the newest one that he gifted you tonight and smiled when you had started to read it.

Y/N,

I hope the flowers are getting to you and that you like them. I wanted to reach out again because I still haven't heard from you. I just want us to be able to start over and become friends and also apologize to your best friend. We can have a dinner date or a breakfast date since I know you tend to leave the studio late. Just let me know what you decide.

Jackman

So now you could understand why he thought it was a date.

However, the last thing that you were looking for is dating anyone or getting into a relationship. You wanted to focus on your career and expand it and there would be plenty of time for that later. Besides the last one didn't end very well and opening your heart again to that vulnerable state was something that you weren't ready for.

After finding each note, you set each one of them aside and tried to find a special place to put them so that they wouldn't get lost. Once you did and got settled to go to sleep, you hopped in bed as you sent Jack a quick text since the two of you exchanged numbers once he dropped you back off at your car.

You- I found and read all of them. It means a lot to me that you still wanted to get to know me after all that and once again, I'm sorry. Have a good sleep and hopefully I'll see you soon.

Jack- Couldn't resist wanting to get to know a beautiful girl with an amazing voice and talent. And like I said we're starting off with a clean slate. Sleep well, Y/N.

Later on that day, Jack found himself in the studio once again and Clay could tell that he was distracted as he kept looking down at his phone and smiling. He was smiling at texts from you and decided on his next break, he would walk down the hall to see you.

“Why are you smiling at your phone like that? Is that your latest girl of the week?” Clay asked as he raised an eyebrow at him.

“What? No. It's Y/N.” He quickly said as he started typing back his response to answer you.

“WHAT? HOW'D YOU GET HER NUMBER?” Urban asked from his spot on the couch in the corner.

“Uh? She gave it to me? How else?”

“But you said that you thought she hated you.”

“We decided to call a truce and start over. I took her out to breakfast this morning and she didn't realize that it was a date because she didn't see the notes that I was leaving for her in the bouquet of flowers that I sent her.”

“She went on a date? With your dumbass?” Clay asked and Jack glared at him.

“Wait a minute…. What bouquet of flowers? I feel like I missed some episodes of Y/N hates Jack.”

“I was watching an interview of her when it came across my timeline on Instagram and she said her favorite flowers are sunflowers and roses mixed together. I’ve been sending them to her so that they’ll be in the studio once she comes in to record. While also writing her notes to apologize.”

“Aww Jack’s in love.”

“Definitely not. She just wants us to be friends.”

“For now.”

“Just wait until she really gets to know you. I mean I guess you're a catch. You're funny sometimes.”

“CLAY!”

“What did I do!?”

“Just like a younger sibling. Not helping.”

“I'm helping you on this damn song, am I not!?”

“Cut it out!”

“Hmm we'll be going to a wedding in a year and I'm going to be able to say I called it.”

“Can we just hurry up and finish?”

“Why? Got a hot date that's currently down the hall?” Urban piped up as he opened his bag of hot cheetos.

“And this is why I don't tell either of you a damn thing.” Jack said while pinching the bridge of his nose.

“We're almost done so you can go and see your girlfriend.”

“She's not my girlfriend!”

“Well then can I date her?”

“NO!”

“Yeah, that's definitely your girlfriend.”

Jack had sent a quick text to you to let you know that he was almost finished and that way he could come and see you for a little bit longer without having to head back into the studio. You wanted his opinion about a song that you had been working on and would love to see what he thought about it. You were currently surrounded by multiple people including Rory who wanted to stop by and see you. She was probably going to flip her shit when Jack walked in the door and you couldn’t wait to see the look on her face.

Twenty more minutes had passed before Jack was walking through the door and there immediately were butterflies erupting in your stomach and you had no idea why. You quickly spotted him and waved him over as you moved to the side on the couch so that he would be able to sit next to you.

“Hi.”

“Hi, you make anything good today?” You asked as you were strumming chords on your guitar.

“I might have to revisit it tomorrow since Clay was being a little shit.”

“He's your little brother. I hope you didn't expect any different.” You said while laughing and Jack just shook his head. He wasn't going to mention the fact that Clay had been teasing him about you.

“I didn't and he just about lost his shit when I told him that you record here too.” This instantly put a smile on your face.

“Hmm, might have to get the younger Harlow to work on a song with me.”

“Oh, and just push me to the side?” Jack asked as he playfully clutched his chest.

“Of course not. You can help me write it, silly. We gotta get three of Louisville's best on one song.”

Since all of your attention was on Jack, you didn't notice that Rory was trying to get your attention. You weren't even glancing in her direction when she decided to insert herself in the conversation.

“Bestie, don't be rude. Introduce me, please. Never mind. Hi Jack, I'm Rory. Y/N's best friend and if you hurt her I'll….”

“Rory!” You said through gritted teeth, but all she did was smile at you as you could feel your cheeks burning up.

“Is this…?” Jack started to ask you and all you did was nod your head before sighing.

“Oh good. You've heard of me.”

“And I apologize that our first meeting didn't go very well.” Jack said to her, but she waved him off.

“I’m over it. You're forgiven. It wasn't really your fault anyway. I have to get going but I'll be around. Y/N, don't do anything I wouldn't do.”

“Hmm funny, I'm drawing a blank.”

“Bit…. You know what, I'll let it slide for now and yell later.”

You watched her as she walked out of the studio when suddenly Jack turned to you confused.

“What did she mean that it wasn't really my fault?”

“It's not important. Now let me play this for you.” You said as you turned towards him as you looked in his blue eyes that were captivating you.

How could you not have noticed before?

No, we can't fall for him. We can't get hurt again.

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keikakudom · 17 hours

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another old note I have about how Alastor & Vox's friendship ended

I think the idea is cute and dramatic that Alastor and Vox's friendship ended after Vox was so lovestruck and got overzealous, confessing to Al, only to get burned.

But.

Consider the following:

Vox and Al worked together for decades(give or take 20 years), they're best friends and know exactly how each other operate. Vox knows the reaction Al will give him if he confesses, especially that he wants Al as a romantic partner.

So Vox never does, not for years. He lives off being in Al's presence and company alone, and is contempt with that. For years. It gets frustrating, and hard to hide that Vox wants to go the extra mile. Alastor, naturally, spots the minute expressions on Vox everyday, and what does he do about it? Well he /teases/ Vox about it! Teases Vox affectionately about how often he flusters, messes up, short circuits, unknowing(or knowingly...) that it's not because Vox is just a silly picture box, incompetent at doing work without help. It's because of Al himself.

Gradually, Vox gets tired of this treatment. It's like chasing something he will never catch, a fishing line of meat indefinitely dangled infront of a shark.

And maybe, after all these years - Vox doesn't even love Al with the same capacity at tht point anymore.

By the time Vox confesses-- it's not out of puppy love. It's an ultimatum. You don't want to love me romantically? I can live with that. But will you atleast be by my side, in work? That you see and want me in any mutual sense possible. That I know the minute you tire of me, that I don't entertain you, everything between us won't be discarded? That worry consumes him the most. We have something to signify we are together. Vox needs something to show for all their friendship. Alastor is content with his say-so alone(something something nature/conception of radio. He IS the source. The originator of info).

So, moment of confession and Alastor --

A) doesnt take Vox's proposal seriously, "you're far too incompetent as a work partner"

B) is offended by Vox, who got too close and Al thinks Vox sees Al as vulnerable enough to need to ally with anyone(Not in weakness, but in capability. Al is very obsessed with his cryptid, detached from humanity, persona).

(Vox would still get all bashful and romantic though. He's just suddenly reminded why it wouldn't work out and why he pressured himself to force this decision after Alastor rejects him).

Either way, Alastor didn't want to appeal to Vox's needs even once. I feel like even in a friendship, there still has to be some sort of sway and compromise here and there, but it was just so suffocatingly one-sided for Vox. Fondness turns to hate, and we all know the story from there.

In their current rivalry status:

- Vox can throw a huge tantrum all he wants, slander and hatepost about Alastor on every big screen in Hell - show everyone that HE HATES THIS FUCKER.

- But in part, Alastor/as the Radio Demon being the (not literally but I feel his personality leans towards radio symbolism) originator/source of information, he is comfortable not caring about their feud because at the end of the day he is confident Vox isn't over him, or will continue to like/love him.

- That isn't to say Alastor isn't bitter in his own way. He and Vox had a good thing going on but 'oh Vox had to go and ruin that'. So he just expresses that with his own opinions by demeaning Vox's tech and using his own actions to prove that he doesn't need Vox or any of his proprietaries in ANY capacity whatsoever. Very telling.

#Hazbin hotel #Radiostatic #Vox #Alastor #Text post #I imagine a varriant of this occuring for rr!au #Except that there was never a confession. Just moving apart and a muddy separation

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siderealscribblings · 1 day

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97 Years, 2 Months, 11 Days

“You cannot make anyone like you; you do realize that, don’t you?”

“I didn’t say I wanted people to like me,” Carole said, tongue sticking out between her teeth as she tried to tie her ascot. “I said I wanted to help.”

Despite his unique talent for being a wet blanket, Neuvillette took no pleasure in taking the wind out of the little melusine’s sails. He and his Archon were both idealistic pessimists, always yearning for things to go well and always prepared for when they inevitably didn’t. Too much enthusiasm was a warning sign, and the cheery, almost bullheaded way Carole insisted on inserting herself into the Marechaussee Phantom only added to Neuvillette’s anxiety.

“To help…and one day convince our human subjects that the melusine are trustworthy,” Neuvillette said.

“Well I guess that’d be nice too,” Carole said cheerfully. “First thing’s first; can’t go counting my melusine before they hatch.”

It was hard to tell where the line between naivete and optimism was with Furina’s new subjects; the melusine surprised Neuvillette with how readily they weathered the looks of suspicion, the sneers and jeering taunts hurled at them by the humans they served. He had borne all the scorn Fontaine had to throw at him for decades, though with considerably less grace and goodwill. Where Neuvillette became withdrawn and taciturn with humanity, the melusine only seemed to try harder to win their new countrymen’s support. Admirable, to be sure, but the Fontish were quickly learning that the melusine weren’t going to be chased off by a few hard words or thrown stones. Athena hoped this meant the Fontish were warming up to them; Neuvillette knew humanity too well to hope for that.

“First thing’s first; you will have to learn to tie a proper tie,” Neuvillette sighed, crouching down behind Carole and taking the ends of her ascot in his hands. “Here; watch me.”

Carole’s eyes followed Neuvillette’s careful knots, taking in none of it as she studied his reflection. “...do you think I’ll be able to keep up with M. Vautrin?”

“Of course,” Neuvillette said. “Our detective force needs observant agents; so much of the actual police-work has very little to do with combat, so I imagine you will keep up just fine.”

A dark thought occurred to Neuvillette as he finished affixing the miniature cravat. “...speaking of which, we’ll need to fit you with a very small firearm.”

“What for?” Carole asked. “I don’t plan on shooting anyone.”

“Well…of course not, but you have to have something to protect yourself with,” Neuvillette said.

“How does shooting someone make me safer?” Carole asked.

“If someone attacks you, you have the right to protect yourself,” Neuvillette said. “Or…rather you will; I’m confident that the bill to allow melusine some expanded privileges will pass and then-”

“I thought you said we couldn’t make people like us,” Carole asked, a glimmer of mischief twinkling in her eye.

“Whether or not people like you should have no bearing on the rights you are afforded,” Neuvillette clucked. “Even if humanity never fully accepts the melusine, you still deserve to be treated with civility. With the same liberties and protections as anyone else.”

“And how does having a gun help with all that?” Carole asked, leaning back with a sharp-toothed grin. “Besides, if I end up shooting someone, I would have to help them with the injury; seems like I could just save a step and not shoot anybody!”

“Would you really help someone who tried to kill you?” Neuvillette asked. “Why?”

Carole shrugged, examining her reflection in the mirror. “Would shooting me mean they deserve to be hurt back? That wouldn’t make me feel any better and would probably just make them angrier…besides, I don’t think even M. Vautrin would feel comfortable with an armed melusine walking the streets.”

How can anyone seriously feel threatened by these creatures? Neuvillette wondered for what must have been the thousandth time. His initial hesitation about adopting the melusine melted away as he came to spend more time with them. They reflected the best parts of humanity; clever, brave, and kinder than their human countrymen. Furina might have teased him for his sudden ‘preference’ but it was hard not to prefer a people who wanted nothing but peace and offered nothing but help.

“Well…M. Vautrin will protect you,” Neuvillette reassured her. “You needn’t worry…I’m sure this will be the first of many fruitful partnerships between our people.”

Chapter 1

#my writing #the games of divinity #neuvifuri #furilette #focalette

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tolerate it - a.s

Paring; anakin x reader

Prompt; 'If it's all in my head, tell me now. Tell me I've got it wrong somehow'

Requested; @simonsbluee

Notes;anakin version:) again all time fav cry song requests are open!

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

The sound of the door opening pulled your attention from the data pad on your lap. A small smile grew on your lips as you placed the pad beside you before standing from your seat. “Your back,” You grinned. “I didn’t think you were due back for another few days.”

Anakin pulled off his robe before turning to you, his grin just as bright. “We got back early.” He closed the distance between you both pulling you into a hug. You felt his arms squeeze tightly around your middle as you tucked your head into the crook of his neck.

Taking a deep inhale you felt your body relax in his arms. He was safe. After weeks he was finally home again. After a moment you pulled back. His arms still wrapped around your waist. “I missed you.” He spoke quietly, his eyes slowly tracing your face.

“I missed you too.” You smiled slowly rubbing a hand through the back of his head. “How come you’re back so early?”

“Some sort of diplomatic thing.” He let out a breath, rolling his eyes causing you to laugh quietly. You knew how much he hated anything which involved politics. In all the time you’d known Anakin he’d never been one for anything which involved long boring conversations.

“The charity ball?” He nodded his thumb slowly rubbing circles on your waist. “Yeah. How did you know about it?” He frowned slightly, a look of confusion filling his features. “I got invited to,” You watched as a small smile grew on his lips at the idea of not being alone. “Well. That should make this slightly more bearable.”

You nodded thinking for a moment. “We could…we could go…together.” Your voice came out as a whisper. The thought was something which had been sitting on your mind for a while.

Every event you were invited to end up with you having to go alone. It was always the same questions asking when you were going to get into a relationship if you had anyone special in your life. By this point, you had mastered the act of politely brushing off anyone who brought up the topic, but that didn’t mean that it never hurt.

It hurt that you were unable to share your relationship with the other people in your life. That you had to act as if Anakin was nothing more than an acquaintance when you met him in public. You knew getting into this relationship that there would have to be sacrifices, you never expected anything less. But sometimes you wished that he would have enough trust in you to share your relationship with those closest to you.

Anakin let out a sigh, his gaze moving down to your feet. He pursed his lips slightly, looking back up. “Angel, you know we can’t…” He moved a hand to gently cup your check. “If the council found out about us…I don’t know what they’d do.” he frowned to himself as he spoke, his gaze seemingly growing distant for a moment before he re-focused back on you.

“I can’t risk them finding out.” He rubbed a thumb across your cheek. You kept your face passive as you stared at him.

Sometimes your relationship felt almost one-sided. You felt committed to him in a way that he could never commit himself to you. While you knew Anakin was by no means in love with the order and their rules you knew he was still committed. You came second.

The thought had you swallowing, trying to push back the sudden rush of emotions that ran through you. “Fine.” You pulled back from his hold before walking back to the main room. Anakin sighed following closely behind you.

“Are you seriously gonna do this again? You know why we can’t do that. It would put my rank at risk!” He stopped as you turned to face him. You jabbed a finger into his chest. “You. You. You. That’s all it ever is. Do you ever think about what I want?”

“Of course, I think about what you want. You are the most important person in my life!” He reached out to grasp your hand. He lowered his voice as he spoke. “Which is why I can’t lose you.”

You rolled your eyes letting out a quiet breath. “You know, sometimes I feel…I feel like you don’t even love me anymore.” You felt your lips quiver slightly as you swallowed back tears. “Like you're only here out of obligation.”

You watched his face drop slightly. “Of course I love you. You’re my wife.” He stepped closer, his thumb slowly rubbing circles over your palm. “Then why are you so scared of telling the people closest to us that we’re married,” You pulled your palm from his grasp feeling a tear slowly slip down your face.

“There’s dinner on the table if you want it.” You whispered before walking towards the bedroom.

You could hear him calling after you but you simply ignored it slamming the door behind you. Slowly you sank to the ground, your body shaking slightly as sobs began to fall from your lips.

You’d stopped feeling loved a long time ago. At first, you’d believed that the feeling was simply in your head that you were just having doubts about your relationship due to how new it was, yet those doubts never seemed to go away.

And Anakin did nothing to quell those doubts. Taking a breath you placed your chin on your knees, staring at the bed. You never imagined the man who you were supposed to love unconditionally and who was supposed to love you back could leave you feeling so unseen in your own relationship.

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7th Time Loop Short Story Bonus: A Story About Christmas, On a Present Setting

This is a bonus short story written by Touko Amekawa with even a postcard for 7th Time Loop Volume 6! It's set on a modern alternate universe, with Rishe and Arnold as college students.

Disclaimer: This translation is made by me for fandom purposes only. This unofficial translation is not affiliated with the official 7th Time Loop franchise. All rights reserved for 7th Time Loop to its respective committees, committee members, staff, author and rights holders.

Thanking shiro.wolf from Discord for the raws!

I'm posting my Ko-Fi here as currently, I've been having financial troubles, so if anyone can donate, I would be much grateful for the help, thank you very much.

*Author’s note: Both of them are college students in Japan who are working together in this present setting!

Rishe wanted to show Arnold the joy and beauty in this world. That was why she always gave her all with events and festivities. That afternoon, as she changed into the costume she prepared earlier and went to the living room, Arnold, who sat on the sofa, furrowed his brows slightly, then spoke.

“What’s… with that outfit…?”

“It’s Santa Claus, Arnold-senpai!” She was wearing a one-piece dress with a mini-skirt made from red velour fabric and lined with cute white pompoms, the design showing off her décolletage. “This looks a bit embarrassing, but it seems to be the most popular design from the store. I need to keep up on researching current trends to help with choosing my future career path!”

As Arnold fell silent, Rishe became a little bit uneasy.

“Senpai, perhaps, are you unfamiliar with Christmas…?”

“It’s the day for which you kept looking in advance at catalogues and have been making reservations for various foodstuffs, right? Also, it’s that day that you will declare you will refuse to accept any expensive gift I would give you.”

“Your perception of things is too biased!”

“I know you’re the type to take events very seriously, and I’m aware how you devote yourself into helping me. However…”

Arnold sighed and gently patted the space next to him on the sofa. She realized he was beckoning her to seat there so she did, and she was then wrapped with a fluffy blanket.

“!”

“But it’s more important to me you don’t freeze while doing so.”

That voice close to her ears was very gentle, yet it tickled. Rishe gripped the edge of the blanket tightly, trying to hide her face.

(…Even though it’s already so hot here…)

Unable to speak in that manner, for the time being Rishe went quiet, not knowing what she should do about that heat.

#7th time loop #7th time loop: the villainess enjoys a carefree life married to her worst enemy!#ループ7回目の悪役令嬢は、元敵国で自由気ままな花嫁生活を満喫する #7thTimeLoop #ルプなな #rishe irmgard weitzner #arnold hein #rishe x arnold #arnold x rishe #arrishe

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freddie-77-ao3 · 3 days

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Snippets of the Travis Stoll fic because i need motivation:

“I’m mature because you left me to take care of an entire cabin of people when I was twelve.” Travis rubs his arms self-consciously. “I had to grow up. Kids would die if I didn’t.”

Travis Stoll loses his virginity when he is twelve years to a sixteen year old daughter of Demeter on the grass behind the Ares cabin, and honestly, he wishes that their landmines had blown him up.

He is twelve years old and a counselor now, and Tammy is in charge of the camp store.

He's counselor now. The children shivering on the floor of cabin eleven, they're his responsibility.

But he doesn't have enough money for blankets and toiletries, and Tammy-- Tammy tells him that if he comes with her and does what she asks, she'll give both of them to him for free, so he does.

He goes with her.

He's twelve years old. He knows what rape is. Knows this isn't it, because he consented, right?

(Wrong.)

Travis’ leg is bouncing up and down. It’s a bit rhythmatic, and calming, if anything could be considered calm. He’s tense, and stiff, and the sound makes him wince every once in a while, when he forgets it’s his leg that’s tapping on the cool flooring, and not someone else’s winding footsteps. Malcolm would just pop! Into existance, scaring the shit out of Travis, but at least letting him know it wasn’t someone else, but… Travis doesn’t want Cecil, or Connor, -or anyone else really- to see him like this.

Not now, when they’re all so scared- when he’s so scared.

“Come on,” Travis fake whines at one point in an attempt to forget everything, “Drop the illusion! Become your true self!” He pouts, as Malcolm continues to ignore him, typing something without looking, at a speed that most would probably consider fast. “Your authentic identity! Drop all pretences in a society that worships fakeness! Embrace your realist inner spirit! Should I go on?”

Malcolm sighs, and while he rolls his eyes, he mutters, “You’ve been spending too much time in Cabin Ten.”

“Have not,” Travis scoffs.

“Have so,” but he shifts anyway, ceasing the- admittedly childish- argument (which was not cool, thank you very much, some of us have bad and annoying coping methods, Malcolm-), the short blond hair shifting to a slightly longer, curlier brown, and the grey eyes turning green.

It didn’t change much, really- Malcolm was still incredibly short- seriously, 5’2?- but Malcolm now had two bandages around his mouth and nose which were slightly wrinkled due to his mouth being shut.

Travis assumed Connor put them on. Malcolm often didn’t bother with bandages, and Drew was more clinical in her approach. It didn’t matter, really, except it made Travis wonder if Malcolm was missing them. His friends. His friends Travis has taken from-

Malcolm nudges him, whispering, “Hey. You alright?”

Travis opens his mouth to respond, but the only thing to come out is a strangled sigh.

Travis is prone to wandering. He thinks it might be a Hermes kid thing, the reasoning spread somewhere in between the cabin being so incredibly small that you share bunks and sleep on the floor, and that if you ever have to go to the bathroom in the night, chances are the entire cabin knows about it because they either get stepped on, or move, or the fact that Hermes is the god of travel.

Travis doesn’t really like either explanation- he was selfish like that, wanting one thing to himself, just one thing, but, well. He was counselor, wasn’t he. Chiron always said, counselors have to share, counselors have to–

Why isn’t he allowed to be selfish?

Travis started in on the waffle fries, drizzling them with syrup first.

“You know they’re called waffle fries,” Malcolm pointed out, looking slightly disgusted, “because of the shape, not because they’re actually made of waffles.”

“Don’t limit me.”

“It’s another cabin eleven thing, isn’t it?”

“Camp thing, really. Surprised you haven’t noticed yet- you’ve been here, what, two years now?”

“It’s not like I often go to the dining pavilion,” Malcolm retorted, and Travis gives a Cheshire Cat grin at the opening Malcolm has given him.

“So you admit you never eat? Cause you know what that sounds li-”

“I do not have an eating disorder, I simply prefer eating in the kitchen before everyone else.”

“So what problem did this come from- ooh, wait no, let me guess- it is because,” Travis waved his arms for dramatic affect, “you were having too many sensory overloads so you got permission to eat in the kitchens, come on, Mr. Pace, congratulate me!” Travis half bowed in his seat, but Malcolm didn’t seem to notice, staring at his own hands a moment too long.

“Hey,” Travis tries. “You okay?”

#pjo hoo toa #my fanfiction #wip snippet #travis stoll

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So I've been thinking lately about how Mithrun is Kabru's dark mirror (more on that another time- it needs its own post), and I thought it interesting that one of their parallels is that they were both cared for by Milsiril, but in opposite directions. She took Kabru in as her foster after he was orphaned and tried to convince him not to become an adventurer. On the flip side, she helped rehabilitate Mithrun specifically so that he could rejoin the Canaries.

And I kept wondering: why?

For Kabru, obviously she loves him a whole lot- despite any other shortcomings in their relationship, I do believe that.

So I get why she tries to convince him not to go dungeoning, and, failing that, at least prepares him as thoroughly as she can.

But why help Mithrun? She used to hate Mithrun, but after realizing what a secretly twisted person he was, she actually thought of him more positively (oh, Milsiril). So it wasn't as if she held the kind of grudge that might motivate her to make his already-depleted life even more miserable by sending him back to the dungeons. And it wasn't that she felt bad for him either, since she didn't visit Mithrun for the first ~20 years of his recovery.

The Adventurer's Bible says that Utaya was the impetus for Mithrun returning to the Canaries, but Milsiril is the one who made the trip to see him and tell him about it.

Why would Milsiril work so hard to get her old coworker back into fighting fit? Why encourage him to return to such a dangerous lifestyle, when she was the one who chose not to mercy-kill him?

That last panel is such a crazy thing to hint at and then never elaborate on. Without it we could have just thought that Milsiril wanted the Canaries' work to continue without her, even if it seemed out of character. I think some people even assume she's just a natural caretaker as a foster mom and handwave it to include nursing Mithrun too. What could Milsiril's suspicious motives be? What does she gain from Mithrun joining the Canaries that isn't an altruistic desire to see dungeons safely sealed? Feeling a sense of responsibility for the work she left behind isn't an ulterior motive.

My theory is: Milsiril, knowing that Mithrun was empty save for the burning desire to face the demon again, wound him up like a clockwork doll and pointed him back at the dungeons.

Hoping that he'd eliminate the biggest threat to Kabru's life, before it was too late for him.

Milsiril the puppetmaster.

#Dungeon Meshi #Dungeon Meshi meta #Mithrun #Milsiril #Kabru #btw I'm working with the only translations I could find sorry #so keep that in mind #like it just seemed WEIRD to me #that gloomy introverted Milsiril #who left the life of a Canary behind #decided to do this Canary-adjacent work of helping this guy #maybe the queen made her do it because so many people died and they needed more Canaries idk!#but why would anyone pick Milsiril as a life coach? I really think it was her own choice #it's so interesting how we get these hints of a downright sinster Milsiril #I really like the complicated relationship she and Kabru have #struggling to fully humanize him from her elven perspective #but still taking him seriously wrt: his fears over being a monster or his desire to go to a party!#crazy stuff there #everything about Kabru and adjacent to Kabru is insane what a character #musings with Dea

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jasontoddsgaythoughts · 9 months

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If DC wants to keep pushing out different types of Gotham War comics for every year, they may as well make a Gotham Batman Ships war next year. They get to make light fun of their fans. Batman is spread all over somewhat romantically like hummus. They get to bring in different heroes and Gotham villains to fight reluctantly (they don’t want the Batman they just want the honor). The batkids get to sit cute on the sidelines and laugh at their dad’s misery. It’s fun

#as a batlantern fan I would find satisfaction in Hal floating through Gotham wondering why he’s even here lmao #but it’s all fun and games for me until I have to serve for batlantern 😔#for anyone who takes this seriously… tis a joke #the batkids will actually have to do something when Superman takes the lead #they rally behind Wonder Woman but jason betrays them #she’s too good for that stinky rich man #bruce wayne #batman #dc #batlantern #superbat #brutalia #wonderbat #ghostbat #batcat #I don’t know the ship names for the others like two face and the riddler or something #so just pretend I tagged all the Gotham rogues that have shown interest #except for batjokes or whatever they call that ship #that one can choke #I guess they can be the giant storm that brings everyone together in the end #and no batcest either

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pixlokita · 1 year

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Me: -acts affectionately-

Me: ….. but they know I don’t mean it romantically, right???

#pix habla #frick #this is why friendships get awkward for me some times I don’t want people to misunderstand and feel uncomfortable #Im sorry yyyyyyyyyyyyyy #ok well that’s one of my biggest fears #-w- and then i mess up #i seriously don’t know how to act around friends anymore #i know how to act around my friends who’ve I’ve known for years but I seriously struggle with anyone else #i hope nobody takes it personally #why is everything so awkward nowadays #why cant i be normal and know how to act around people #asexuality #-wheeze-#is there a group therapy for asexual people I can just go to #i would love that

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the-abyssal-system · 3 months

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Other people in the system changing their names: *picks a name they like with relatively little difficulty*

Me, extraordinarily bad at this apparently: what about air? Air can be a name right?

#someone please help me #I seriously came up with air as an idea #it’s bad #my name right now is honestly kind of a placeholder since we’ve got so many doctor who fictives and we can’t all call ourselves the doctor #but I’ve been fronting more recently and kind of want to change it #anyway if anyone sees this and reads through my rant and you have name suggestions please give me some #(I’m a gender-fluid eighth doctor fictive if that helps at all)#(I’ll take any suggestions though vaguely gender neutral might be preferrable)#(but I don’t like a lot of the basic human gender neutral names though idk why you would have non human ones to suggest but who knows)#(I think I’m done ranting so hi if you made it this far)#system #pdid #pdid system #did #osdd #actually dissociative #did osdd #osddid #fictive #introject

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A Gothic Tale of Two Weird Old Men: Dracula, Van Helsing, Ignorance and Obedience

So, we’ve gotten to the garlic flowers. And the first point in the novel where, on my first read, I felt a tiny prickle of recognition and unease. This section in particular made a little exclamation point pop up over my head:

"Oh, Professor, I believe you are only putting up a joke on me. Why, these flowers are only common garlic."

To my surprise, Van Helsing rose up and said with all his sternness, his iron jaw set and his bushy eyebrows meeting:—

"No trifling with me! I never jest! There is grim purpose in all I do; and I warn you that you do not thwart me. Take care, for the sake of others if not for your own." Then seeing poor Lucy scared, as she might well be, he went on more gently: "Oh, little miss, my dear, do not fear me. I only do for your good; but there is much virtue to you in those so common flowers. See, I place them myself in your room. I make myself the wreath that you are to wear. But hush! no telling to others that make so inquisitive questions. We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience; and obedience is to bring you strong and well into loving arms that wait for you.”

Now, full stop, Abraham Van Helsing means well. He’s a heroic old dude driven by goodwill—and, we can assume later, perhaps a bit of personal history with this particular malady. We’re going to see in later chapters that he is absolutely down to fight for far more than just Lucy and his protégé’s sake. Better still, he provides a great foil against the common themes that so far endanger characters who get in Dracula’s path. Skeptics are endangered because they only acknowledge the truth of the bogeyman in their midst when it’s too late while the frightened believers are too paralyzed by the threat to make a move. Van Helsing combines the Scientific with the Mystic, acknowledges both as equally important, and uses them to his advantage.

Knowledge is power and all that. Dracula really does get away with most of the shit he does half the time because his victims don’t know what they’re dealing with. (The other half of the time, it’s because he’s just bulldozing through victims on a spree, RIP Demeter crew.)

The Count is usually the one holding all the cards and using his advantages to cause harm. Van Helsing brings his own intel and uses it to help to the best of his ability.

That being said?

(Mild spoilers below)

The first time I read through Dracula—and, honestly, every time since—I can’t help picking up on how precariously close Van Helsing treads to the Count’s M.O. of manipulation and Dramatic Withholding of Information with his young charges. Granted, I can let some of it slide via the, ‘But no one would believe me if I said it was a vampire! I had to keep quiet about my reasons!’ excuse.*

*(But, sir, could you not conjure up some convincing medical-sounding bullshit?? It’s the 1890s, they would have bought anything. In fact, why was it only down to you and Jack keeping watch, Dr. Drama? There’s a whole house staff here. Yes, fine, there’s Mom with her weakheartitis, but as long as you spin it as some minor irritation that needs checking in on for updates, it should be fine. And why does Lucy have to keep quiet about the flowers? Why can’t she say it’s for her sleep? Or her health? Or a good luck charm from the doctor, it would be Terribly Rude to Be Rid of Them (read: Against every Victorian bone in hers and Mama Westenra’s body to chuck them). Anyway.)

Without giving too much away, I feel Stoker kind of tips Van Helsing’s charisma points a little too far over the edge in future scenes. Mixed up in a shitton of future The Power of Christ Compels You! overtones, there is a lot of frankly bonkers acting from the rest of the cast when it comes to interactions with/gratitude to Van Helsing for [REDACTED] reasons.

As in, characters are going to start kissing the ground this old man walks on. (metaphoric)

And kissing his hands. (Literal. Yes, Godfather style.)

Dracula was lucky to get flipped off by his Brides. Van Helsing will have these youths rally around him and Every Syllable He Breathes as if it were actual factual gospel (which some is, naturally). With a notable exception in a very livid Jonathan Harker when we get to [REDACTED]. Shout out once more to Bram Flakes for accidentally making this solicitor man Spicy+ after certain events.

Most of me wants to believe Van Helsing’s effect on the others is just Bramarama Stoker pouring all his personal fantasies of being the Lauded and Heroic Professor Doctorman (who happens to share his name, no big deal, ha ha) into this character while the others sing his praises.

But the lit critic in me sees an uncomfortable amount of parallels between Dracula’s casual arcane actions, gaslighting and coercing with Jonathan and Van Helsing’s likewise casual mysterious measures, corralling, directing, and borderline mesmerizing the rest of the cast to follow his lead exclusively, with or without offering the full details of the situation, as we see with Lucy. He’s a good man and an interesting character, but there are Some Scenes that make me wonder if he isn’t using some kind of lowkey hypnotism to make things run a little smoother in the vampire hunter brigade.

#I know I know he was genuine about trying to help #but like...#...the wording and the way he backpedals kind of Does Not sit well with me; even knowing he's a good guy #if we transplanted the dialogue to the start of the novel and it was Dracula trying to get Jonathan to do something For His Own Good #like say: writing a bunch of false letters ~for convenience/safety's sake~#it'd be a little more gut-churning #plus there's the framework of Lucy trying to be a Good Friend/Patient/Obedient Victorian Girl being overseen by two male doctors #(who are good guys! who are taking her seriously! but stilll...)#and she's being told to Do This Thing for Reasons; Reasons Van Helsing does not explain (or even give a plausible lie for)#followed by telling her not to talk about it??#how would you react if your doctor gave you some mystery medicine/folk remedy #didn't tell you what it was really for (after you called bullshit about the first reason he made up for it (because you're not an idiot))#and then ordered you to use it and Not Tell Anyone About Why You Have It #fun and kooky doctor or not I'd be a little fucking worried #anyway #ramble #abraham van helsing #lucy westenra #dracula #dracula daily

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