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yanderefairyangel · 5 months

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I can''t... I just can't... this fandom can't be real... this has to be some ... WHY WHY WHY ?!

why do i bother.

Ok, look. See that one criticsm of Alear's reaction when they ask Veyle to give them back the rings in chapter 10 :

"OOOh why does Alear says that, you can't take my rings, not fair gimme back, acting like an actual child like they are on some playground to they think Veyle will really give it back are they serious ? This game's writing sucks so much uwu"

It's all you need to know about how low the bar is for media analysis these day.

"Alear behaves like a child in this scene. They are so immature". Congrats. Congrats on getting the freaking point this scene tried to establish !!

Yes, Alear behaves like the child they are ! they are 17 year old for God's sake, they are thinking with their amygdalia !! This is what this scene is trying to establlish and by the reaction you all have it did it incredibly well !!!

Alear literaly got stolen from them the 6 rings that they spend all the game collecting. All of them !!!! With the rings he stole, Sombron is at 2 rings of reaching his objective and to destroy Elyos !!!!!! The world is so close to be doomed because of this !! And Alear losing the rings mean losing their emotional supports and the one thing that helped them feel braver. Alear is someone who is 17 year old, they are amnesiac, they just woke from coma, they are weak, unaware of the world, they showed they were scarred by the Corrupted and fear to not being ready to fight them and Sombron yet, Marth's presence is what helped them defeat them, if it weren't for Alfred's arrival they wouldn't have been able to handle the castle's attack, they didn't had the time to prepare when Lumera died, they saw their mother dying right in front of their freaking eyes to protect them and were thrown into a bitter war in that state when they didn't even had the time to properly mourn her, are in a state where they clearly aren't ready and are very dependent of other, notably Marth !! Of course, of freaking course they are acting as their character are !! As a teenager who has been living all of this and got it pushed into them as the successor of their mother when they aren't ready yet, of course they are going to show immaturity !!! That's the freaking point of this scene, showing Alear's flaws !!!

HOW THE HECK DO YOU WANNA KNOW THE FLAWS OF A CHARACTER IF THEY NEVER SHOW THEM ?!

That's the whole point of this freaking scene !! Alear is literaly desesperate to know that they failed to fufill the promise they made Lumera to colllect all the rings and prevent Sombron's faction to collect them before they do !!!! They lost the Emblems whom they consider to be their friends !! Did you see the face of absolute terror they have upon seeing Sombron summoning Marth ?! How do you want them to react exactly ?! To brush it off as if they are some sort of Superman ?! They aren't !! They are just a normal person, a teenager that is pushed into this when they are amnesiac and desoriented !!! This is incredible that this comes from the same people who keep saying that Alear isn't a relatable protag because of their deity status (which is quite ironic considering Engage's message about birth not mattering) when they are literaly reacting like anyone their age would in a situation where they got stolen from them the one thing that might threatened the balance of the world when used with ill intent knowing that they have a whole world weighting on their shoulder when theya re 17 amnesiac and didn't even had the time to mourn their mother who DIED TO PROTECT THEM RIGHT AFTER LEARNING SHE GAVE ALL HER LIFE FORCE SO THAT THEY CAN SURVIVE AND FEELING GUILTY ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ahhhhhhhhh !!!!!!!

Don't get me started on how they also just learned that Veyle whom they considered a friend was on Sombron's side, killed their mother and are incredibly disturbed by how differently she behaved !!! Or the fact that a 1000 years earlier, they were speaking like a child because their trauma got them frozen in their age resulting in them using the alphabet of a 10 year old !!

"Why do you ask her to give you back the rings ? Are you stupid You think she will give it back ?" OF COURSE NOT THEY DON'T !!! This dialogue exist to SHOW Alear is desesparated !!!!!!! It's not based on logic or anything, it's just to convey their freaking emotions of being desesperated !!!

It's absolutely jarring that people keep acting as if the story never showed Alear as evovling or failing at being brave ! There. There it is! Look at the terror on their face and how they are falling to their knees, begging Sombron to stop in a sign of desesperation !! There they are ! Can you really not look at this scene and see that Alear is failing at being brave ?! They are overwhelmed by the situation. This is the most angry you will ever see them in the entire game !!!! Yet "they don't evolve, their so called frail character and fear is just narrative gaslighting "and yadi yada WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER ?!

It took them 10 chapter to realize that they were too imature yet. It took them 10 more chapter to have Alfred comment on how far Alear went and how they finally seemed to have stepped into their role as a leader and deity figure. It took them 25 chapter to show how much they evolved from their mother dying in chapter 3, begging for her to not die and leaving them alone as they REVERT FREAKING BACK TO SPEAK LIKE A CHILD and being so marked by it that Lumera won't stop haunting the narrative, to chapter 25 were they had to take her down while Lumera was still refering to chapter 2, the only moment the two of them spent as family, with them actually accepting what's comming and refusing to cry anymore !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And this, this is the straw

"A 17 year old becoming the head of an army when they are amnesiac is unrealistic". YES CONGRATS ON UNDERSTAND THE WHOLE POINT THAT THE STORY WAS MAKING ON HOW THE EXPECTATIONS PUSHED ON ALEAR ARE UNREALISTIC WHEN THEY ARE A TRAUMATIZED AMNESIAC TEENAGER THAT IS INTO THIS SITUATION TO SUCCESS TO THEIR MOTHER WHEN THEY WEREN'T READY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Congrats on understanding the whole point the story was trying to make to explain why Alear acts the way they do !!!

I swear... I am tired. I can't, I can't with this fandom,...

But writing this reminded me of how good of a character Alear is... I CAN'T, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEY ARE SOOOOOO !!!!!!!

#fire emblem #fire emblem engage #fe engage #fe alear #alear #alear fire emblem #THIS LITTLE DRAGON IS DRIVING ME INSANE #Alear gush #I love them sooooo much #mentally ill for them

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raedear · 1 year

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Just caught up on your musicians au, obsessed, potential line for your perusal:

“What was it that made you love him?”

There was something about Quỳnh that made it nearly impossible to not honestly answer whatever she asked. Nicky just wished she had asked anything else.

'What was it that made you love him?'

There was something about Quỳnh that made it nearly impossible to not honestly answer whatever she asked. Nicky just wished she had asked anything else.

'I didn't tell you about that so you could quiz me on it,' Nicky said, fussing with his tobacco and even to himself blatantly stalling for time.

Ever the picture of patience (outside of laggy computers or people walking slowly in front of her) Quỳnh waited, tapping one foot on the sustain pedal in a clicking refrain of leather on metal that ticked in the back of Nicky's brain.

'Why would you tell me about it if you didn't want to talk about it?' she asked, tipping her head elegantly to the side. Her hair caught the shine of the light through the window, and the diamond of her engagement ring did too as she reached out and plucked Nicky's cigarette tin from his hand.

He sighed, and dragged a hand down his face. Through his fingers he saw Quỳnh click the tin open. She'd roll herself one too as she always did, and shamelessly blame him when Andy smelled it on her later.

'It wasn't anything specific,' he said at last, tipping his head back to rest against the wall. 'It was just... hard not to. He was funny, and smart, and he challenged me more than anyone ever had before. I liked it.'

Quỳnh flicked a rollie at him, and he caught it with one hand before it could hit him in the nose. Again. She waved her hand at him to keep going as she plucked another skin from the pack to roll another.

'It was just a teenage crush,' Nicky said, rolling the cigarette between his fingers. 'It ended badly, what else do you want me to say?'

Quỳnh shrugged, dipping her head to lick the seal of the paper. 'It ended badly, but it ended, didn't it?'

'Of course it did,' scoffed Nicky, who never claimed to have a lot of dignity, but he at least had some.

'If it ended,' began Quỳnh, getting to her feet and offering a hand to help Nicky up off the floor. 'Why are you still behaving like a jilted lover?'

Nicky flinched back from her. It was a tiny motion, one most people wouldn't see, but Quỳnh saw it. Her grip tightened on Nicky's had to keep him from moving any further away from her.

'That--I don't--' Nicky sputtered, trying to pull his hand away from hers without hurting her.

'I'm not saying you're not allowed to be upset at seeing him again,' Quỳnh said, using her unshakeable grip on Nicky's hand to tug him towards the door. 'I'm just saying, he didn't turn you down yesterday. He turned you down a long time ago.'

'He did more than turn me down,' Nicky said, more than a little wounded. 'He told me he hated me, and that we'd never even been friends. I lost my crush and my best friend in the same instant.'

Quỳnh softened minutely, pausing in her stride towards the practice room door.

'I'm sorry,' she said, squeezing Nicky's hand. 'I phrased that poorly. I'm just saying. It's been a long time for him too. Maybe it's worth giving him a chance to be better this time? You only hurt yourself when you hold on to pain.'

'What if I'm not holding on to pain,' Nicky said, quietly, looking at the cigarette in his hand instead of the look on Quỳnh's face. 'What if I'm avoiding adding more to it?'

Quỳnh waited until he looked at her again. Her mouth was twisted at the corner the way it did when she had to learn a tricky finger pattern.

'You can't spend your life that way, Nicky,' she said at last, in a tone so gentle it hurt something in Nicky's chest. 'Who knows what you'll miss?'

also here on ao3

#musicians au #joenicky #kaysanova #immortal husbands #the old guard

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saintgoths · 2 months

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

CHAPTER THREE - LADY OF THE COURT.

WORDS - 5,077.

RATING - 18+. [sex, risky sex, Serena and Will annoying each other].

SUMMARY - Serena meets Gabriel Lightwood for the first time and Will hates it.

"I just want to see you shine, 'cause I know you are a star, girl." - Star Girl by The Weeknd featuring Lana Del Rey.

feedback would be appreciated! and i would like to say, this story is a will romance story, but i just want you to be aware that serena is a man-eater...

i also cross-post this fic on wattpad and ao3.

previous chapter - chapter two.

The moment Serena had woken from her nap, Sophie had aided the Venrosa woman for her court meeting that would involve the rest of the Venusians in London, Charlotte had been in the room with two of the girls, apprehensive for Serena’s safety, and Serena who had been appreciative had told the brown-haired woman that she didn’t need any help to handle the day.

“I don’t need anyone to guard me, no one in court would dare to harm me, I’m too much of a prize,” Serena smiled and gently relieved, Charlotte clasped her hands together---though the alleviation was quickly dismissed as another idea had struck her mind.

“What if a Rosehunter was a part of the court?” Charlotte inquired and both frozen, Sophie and Serena glanced at Charlotte, mayhap it was an idea they had all thought of but didn’t want to believe in, Sophie who Serena had gladly trusted was informed of the circumstance Serena had currently lived through, and truthfully, Sophie had liked Serena, aside from Jem and Tessa, Serena was amongst one of the teenagers who was actually kind and not irritating, so she had promised Serena that she would not tell another soul of the position.

Her hazel eyes now directed to her feet; Serena had pushed her bottom lip behind her teeth in ponder. “People in the court know how important Venusian Spirits are, it is against the rules to kill one.”

“The things people would do---” Charlotte then cut off by her sentence by the arrival of Tessa had slipped past the walls, in a couple of minutes she’d be trained by Will and Jem to learn how to behave similar to Lady Belcourt.

“You look stunning,” Tessa said, “where are you off to?”

“Thank you,” Serena smiled and faintly, she gripped the material off her dress, even though it hadn’t bothered her, Serena had been aware that Sophie had tightened her dress. It made her breasts appear vast, even though they already were, the outfit Serena had worn highlighted the area. “I’m off to see one of my friends,” Serena smiled, and briefly, Charlotte and Sophie exchanged looks, aware of how Serena’s excuse was almost a half-truth.

Almost.

“The carriage must be ready,” Sophie mumbled and briskly, the women had stepped out of Serena’s room, but the second all of their feet had been out of the area, they had immediately been interfered by Will and Jessamine who had currently squabbled over a circumstance petty.

Though, the moment they smelt the sweet perfume that had belonged to the Venrosa woman, both their heads had hastily turned, their eyes swayed with the moment in front of them. “You look pretty,” Jessamine complimented. “Are you going to another ball?”

“No,” Serena replied, “if I am invited to another ball, I’d invite you to come with me,” she smiled.

“I don’t need to go to any ball that involves Shadowhunters,” Jessamine snarled and immediately, Serena’s gleam had dropped.

Humoured, she had shared a look with Charlotte who had exchanged the same expression as her. You could never share a good moment with Jessamine for long. “I’ll be going to a meeting,” Serena said, “I’ll be seeing you guys later.”

“With no man to accompany you?” Will asked and as a result, Serena wrinkled her eyebrows. She had forgotten how historic the customs in the Mortal Realm were, she had hated them.

With another glance towards Charlotte, who had then answered for the Venrosa. “Serena will be fine on her own, it’s not like she would be walking there, Cyril will be the one to drive her to the meeting.”

“Not even Jem can accompany her?” He asked and annoyed, Serena gently licked the bottom of her lips.

“I do not need men with me,” she answered before she hastily walked past them. “Charlotte, Sophie…Tessa, I’ll be seeing you,” Serena said before she quickly made it out of the building.

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The confidence she had built during her trip to the temporary court had slightly drained out of her the second she stepped into the area, it was quite loud but not noisy, there had been people chatting amongst themselves, and others who had greeted her verbally, or by a bow or even by a soft kiss on the cheek.

Cersei, who had flounced towards Serena had immediately brought her best friend into a bear hug the second she was in arm’s length. Cersei, who had sat on one of the Sapphire seats wasn’t usually someone who accompanied her parents to court, but now that her closest friend had sat on the main seat, she had been enthusiastic to tag along.

“There’s some exciting news I have to tell you,” Cersei smiled. “I had intended to tell you before, but due to what you had just been through, I could not bring myself to do it.”

“Exciting news can be told later,” Lady Sapphire said as she interrupted the chat, “It’s time to sit down.”

Huffed, Cersei crossed her arms ere she followed her mother to the area that held the House of Sapphire’s seats, though before she had sat down, she turned to look at her best friend and sent her an encouraging smile. Now sat at the head table, Serena bit her lips, as she had waited for the rest of Court Aphrodite to sit down on their seats.

The Sapphire family had sat on the far left of the long table, but on the closest left had sat the Laurent Family, and on her right was the Salvatore, Davidson, the Raye family, the family Lady Evaline had belonged to had their seats empty, as Evaline had been the only alive member of the clan and she had been engaged with business in Venus.

There had been other members from respected families from the court, but there had not been as vital as the prior families listed. In front of everyone had been a large pearl with a detailed shell that had protectively held the object, both commodities to symbolise Aphrodite, if one lifted the pearl off the shell, it had meant they were permitted to speak after the head of the court allowed them.

Serena had a pearl in front of her, but due to her power and authority, she had no use for it.

Sir Sapphire, Cersei’s father, who had been known as Lyonel had picked up his pearl, he had sat up and glanced at Serena for approval before he began to speak. His face finely aged but there had been an essence of arrogance to it. “We’re all here for Lady Venrosa, who had lost a great amount of deal,” he spoke and silent, Serena had stared at the man, respected by his kindness. “Now that her father, Pietro Venrosa is gone, and the rest of her elders are dead, it is now Serena who sits on the main chair.”

Reticent, Serena had glanced at the unoccupied seats, the chairs her family would’ve sat on if they were alive. The seats of Pietro, Selene, Vincent and Anya, all of them gone and thankfully, Serena had silently thanked everyone for not being self-righteous enough to sit on their places.

“We’re also all here because of the incident,” Lyonel said. “The Rosehunters have returned to terrorise Venusian Spirits,” the man shared an as response, exchanged whispers had occurred in the court.

“I believe the Rosehunters that attacked my family originate from Venus,” Serena said, her voice immediately silencing the noisy crowd. “Barely anyone in the Mortal Realm knows what a Venusian Spirit is, I don’t think it is any of them.”

With a soft cough, Lady Sapphire picked up her pearl which had caused Serena to look her way, with a quick nod, the Venrosa girl allowed the woman to speak. “What if this time, the Venusian Spirits are people we know?” Her question had caused the people to speak again, brief comments thrown on how it could be Shadowhunters from the Mortal Realm and thus, Serena thought about Charlotte and the London Institute.

Davidson Salvatore, the oldest of the Salvatore family, and the only Shadowhunter in his family had taken himself to his feet, met with a brief look by Cersei. He had held his pearl and had spoken after Serena had approved him. “Currently, I live in another Institute in another country, but I plan on moving to the London Institute,” he explained, his eyes quickly meeting with Serena’s.

“If it is Shadowhunters in the Mortal Realm, then Serena---Lady Serena,” he corrects, “Needs all the protection she needs…and deserves.”

Content, Cersei had briefly smiled while Serena could feel her heart skip a beat. “I see myself fit enough to protect her,” Loras spoke, speaking without consent of Lady of the Court, and quickly ashamed he ducked his head downwards before he quickly muttered an apology while more people commenced to consider themselves for the Venrosa girl.

Overwhelmed, Serena leaned back, her hand against her chest. “I’ll choose who I would want to protect me,” she said, though, it wasn’t like Serena needed protection, she was an excellent fighter thanks to her late brother and older sister. Reserved, the court had humbled themselves in respect for the teen leader and thus the court meeting had continued.

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The second Serena had relief that the meeting had been finished, she had ushered herself to the closest toilet, annoyed how historic the toilets in the Mortal Realm had been, Serena had been content that Venusians were able to bring satisfying commodities in the building.

When she had finished and removed herself from the toilet she had been met with Davidson, bumping into him and briefly apologising for not looking where she was going. “I’ve missed you,” Davidson shared, he had cupped her face, bringing his face closer to hers, “I’ve missed you so much.”

Silent, Serena had gently played with the fabric of her clothes. “Not even hello Serena? My condolences?” She dryly joked and humoured, Davidson smiled at her.

“You know my heart aches for you, I loved your family,” he said as he let go of her, a haste sadness flashed by his face. “I’m really sorry for what had happened to them. How are you dealing with it?”

Profound, Serena shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know,” she truthfully replied. “I don’t know how I am dealing with it I don’t know how to deal with it,” she shared. “Aside from painting, I’ve been locking myself inside the room the London Institute had given me.”

“My mind isn’t processing it, in my head, my family are waiting for me in Venus, to continue baking for them.”

“I wish things were like that too,” Davidson whispered and smoothly, Serena rolled her eyes towards him, her eyes gently dark.

“So do I,” she said. “I wish for all the pain to go away.”

With a gentle touch, Davidson’s fingers stroked her knuckles. “You’re a strong girl, you haven’t broken down.”

“I’m not a strong girl,” she answered and quickly, she pulled Davidson closer to her. “Fuck me,” she commanded.

Jaw clenched; Davidson looked down at her, his feelings just as sensual and twisted like hers. “Are you sure, Serena? Right here where anyone can just catch us?”

“You would take all my pain away if you just…touched me, love and care for me the way we used to in secret,” she replied and weak against her amour, Davidson allowed himself to engulf in her passionate embrace.

His lips locked with hers as he pressed her against the walls, his hands rushed to unbuckle his belt while her fingers dragged down her undergarments, already damp at the thought of his cock inside of her, Serena hovered her sex against the top of his shaft, the ambience of her hearth stirring Davidson into a lustful mania.

Quickly, Davidson petted his lips against her neck, he had licked every spot he had kissed while he moaned at the wetness of her cunt resting against his tip, his pre-cum had seeped out of the head of his shaft which had mixed with her nectar, and when he took in her warmth, he had groaned as he pushed further himself inside of her, the both of them struggling a moan as both of their lips had found each other once more.

“Right there,” she whispered, her eyebrows furrowed while the heavy head of Davidson’s length continued to mercilessly lick the soft area of her sex, his hold around her tight and possessive while he continued to hungrily buck his hips forward, and in sync, they had moaned against each other’s lips, wet build up had increased around Serena’s eyes as she had chased for her high.

“Such a crude woman,” Davidson sighed, as he returned his lips against the soft and sweetness of her neck. “Having me lay with you in the corridor where we can be seen,” he whined as he pulled himself back from climaxing inside of her, Davidson continued to stroke and plunge inside her cunt, her dampness had closed around him, hugged him tight with crass.

With a pinched moan, Serena laid her face between the croak of his neck, both their bodies in sync, as her wet juices slid down her thighs. “That’s the fun of it,” Serena gritted, “No one can do or say anything because of my power and authority.”

Rough, Davidson pushed Serena against the walls, his eyes cloddish with lust. “I love a woman with power,” he smirked and once again, he had pushed himself to kiss her lips, both their moans fervor and greedy, Serena’s legs trembled as she had felt her upcoming orgasm and in response, her moans twsited into pleasured whines.

“Oh David,” Serena whimpered as she had felt herself climax around his length, her orgasm ringing around the base of his shaft; content, Davidson’s orgasm followed after, exhaustingly slipping out of her area, he had pulled his cock back into his pants, relieved of the itching pleasure he had for her.

“You still haven’t told me who took your virginity,” Davidson said and surprised, Serena turned her head towards the Salvatore man, her annoyed look enough to silence him. Both Davidson and Cersei were the only people who knew that Serena had lost her virginity at a young age, but Davidson had said the man had “been lucky” to take it, as he had been unknown to the both of them.

Hence them being Venusians, indulging in pleasure was not looked down upon, but Serena and Davidson had kept it a secret that they had been sleeping with each other. Although, during the time Serena and Davidson had shared their intimate moment, whenever Serena had been kissed by him, the image of Will Herondale had appeared in her head, like a virus.

Though, maybe it wasn’t an ailment, perchance it was her subconscious telling her about the attraction she had for him, but no, they cannot be, Will was such a prude, an ill-man, a--- “Is Loras still pinning after you?” Davidson asked and flustered; Serena jolted.

Confused, Davidson brought himself closer to the dark-haired girl. “Is everything okay?” Davidson inquired and lightly stunned; Serena pressed her lips into a thin line.

“Yeah, everything is okay,” Serena answered and after she had fixed her outfit, she had left the Salvatore alone in the corridor.

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Greeted. By Jem and Will, the second she stepped out of the carriage, Serena had wondered if she had appeared kept or it had been clear she had made love with someone the second she had felt Will’s eyes land on her, Cyril who had been kind enough to open the carriage door had received a kind smile from the Venrosa woman ere she walked down the steps of the vehicle.

“So, Cyril can know what you’re up to but we cannot?” Will asked and unbothered, Cyril had glanced towards the dark-haired boy.

“I barely know what goes on,” Cyril answered and approached by Charlotte, Cyril had returned to the horse and hopped onto its back, leaving the rest to themselves. Charlotte, who had kept an eye on Serena had briskly investigated Serena’s appearance, aware that the woman had indulged in risqué behaviour, but the leader had quickly hidden the shortly amused look on her face and had commenced to think about the court session.

She had not necessarily liked the fact that she had to hide vital information from the rest of them, but currently it was for the best. “I suppose the meeting went well,” Charlotte said.

“It had,” Serena answered as she ignored the looks from both Jem and Will---she had kept a pleasant look on her face. “I want to discuss it with you,” Serena shared as she joined Charlotte’s walk back to the Institute.

“Do tell what happened!” Will chimed in and with a brief look of disapproval, Serena turned away from the dark-haired boy. “Charlotte, is there reason why you’re protecting a girl you’ve barely known for a week?” Will inquired and even though his question had been valid, Charlotte had bit the inside of her cheek reluctant to discuss the matter.

With another shared look with Serena, Charlotte pulled herself close to the girl. “I can see a mark on your neck,” she said and at that moment, Serena had quickly but carefully covered the area Charlotte had verbally pointed out ere she tagged along with the brown-haired woman to the drawing room.

Once the two had entered the space, Charlotte had released a long sigh before she plopped herself against one of the seats while Serena had used a short time to magically create a sound barrier. “We’ll have to be quick about it,” Charlotte shared, “I’ll be having visitors from the Clave soon.”

“Oh, the Mortal Clave,” Serena said, that was what Venusians had referred members of the Clave who lived in the Mortal Realm as, those who belonged to the Clave in Venus were known to be the Venusian Clave. The Clave, a political body made of all active people of the Nephilim, Serena had wondered if there would be a moment when those from the Venusian Clave would ever address their Mortal Realm peers.

“The meeting went exactly how I thought it would go,” Serena began, “We spoke about the Rosehunters, and people in the council do believe that the Rosehunters might belong to the Mortal Realm,” she continued, appropriately unsure of their decision, Serena sat on an opposing seat than Charlotte who had awkwardly sat down on her chair. “And some of them do believe that one of them could be a part of the England Institutes.”

With both of her eyebrows raised Charlotte had wanted to speak but it had appeared that Serena had more to say. “They want a Shadowhunter from Venus to accompany me, to protect me---I don’t want that to happen,” Serena said as she lowly raised her hand. “I can protect myself.”

“Are there any contestants?” Charlotte asked.

“Many, the main ones being Davidson and Loras,” Serena answered and as kickback Charlotte pressed her lips into a thin line, offended of the Court’s decision.

“If Evaline didn’t trust me, she wouldn’t have brought you here,” Charlotte said and in agreement, Serena nodded her head.

“You don’t need to take care of me the way you’re doing now,” Serena spoke and against it, Charlotte moved herself closer to the dark-haired girl.

“It’s the least I can do, especially for what Lady Evaline had done for me,” Charlotte smiled.

Comforted, Serena had moved closer to the Branwell woman, happy that she had such a dear soul. “You lost your entire family, even though I, or the rest of the Institute cannot replace your loved ones, I want to be here for you.”

Grateful, Serena had emotionally brought the blond-haired woman into a hug, emotive and fervent, Serena had held back her tears before she emotively trembled her thanks. “Thank you.”

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Serena had wondered how Jem has never lost it and attacked Will, if she was in Jem’s shoes, she would’ve stabbed him by now, presently, the four of them had been in the library, assessing Tessa---well, only Jem and Will did; on how to walk and behave like Lady Belcourt, who had visited a day before, and if the Venrosa woman had been honest, it was kind of terrible to watch.

Thus, she had moved her attention on the book of Apollo she had found in the library and once again, for her tastes, they were not accurate. “Camile walks delicately. Like a faun in the woods. Not like a duck.”

“I do not walk like a duck,” Tessa argued.

“I like ducks,” Jem said. “Especially the ones in Hyde Park, remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?” Jem reminded Will.

“They ate it too,” Will replied. “Bloodthirsty little beats. Never trust a duck.”

“Do you mind?” Tessa demanded. “If you’re not going to help me, you might as well both leave. I did not let you stay here so that I could listen to you nattering on about ducks.”

“You’re impatient, is most unladylike,” Will spat before taking a brief look at Serena. “I’m sure Serena can do better than you and she hasn’t even met Camille,” he said and as a response, Serena barely looked his way.

Intrigued but humoured by the book she was reading and as if a candle had appeared above his head, Will turned to look at Serena once more, who had again, not looked up but spoke. “I will not be walking for you,” she said and with an annoyed click of a tongue, Will crossed his arms.

“You’re a bore,” he replied.

“You’re a cunt,” she snapped, her crude words had then caused Jem to laugh at her.

“Well, you’re un-lady like,” Will responded.

With her face twisted, Serena eventually looked up. “And you’re not much of a man,” Serena answered and taken by surprise Tessa shakingly laughed, dimming on Will’s light, the dark-haired boys lip tightened as he had thought of what to say but taken over by Jem who had informed Will to resume on teaching Tessa, Serena had once more looked down at the pages, consumed of what she had read.

Eyebrows furrowed as if she had read a text of blaspheme. Jem now taking interest of what Serena had read, had smoothly moved towards her. “What’s wrong?” The white-haired boy asked while he had taken a brief look of the text.

“It says in this book that Apollo took advantage of Persephone, but that never happened,” Serena shared as she dimply swept through the pages, gaining more disappointment the more she had read.

“Hm,” Jem thought. “Were you there?” He joked and annoyed, Serena narrowed her eyes at him before she turned the book around to read the blurb. “I was joking.”

Unmoved, Serena shrugged her shoulders. “It wasn’t funny.”

“Sorry,” he quickly apologised which received no response. “What actually happened?”

“Apollo never raped Persephone, the one who actually did it was Zeus,” Serene explained and with a short hum, Jem tapped his finger against his chin. “I know you’re not interested in it, and you’re just being kind.”

“No,” he kindly replied. “I am actually intrigued in what you believe is the right text,” he answered but before he could continue what he had wanted to say, the door to the library had opened and Charlotte had entered the room.

Followed by a dozen men and a couple of women, people Serena had never seen before. “The Enclave,” Will whispered before he gestured Jem and Tessa to duck behind one of the ten-foot bookcases. One woman had been very tall, almost six feet, hair white as powder and designed as a crown at the back of her head, she was older but the other woman beside her appeared younger, dark hair, cat-like eyes and held a mysterious essence.

“Gabriel Lightwood,” Jem breathed out, his eyes trained on a male member who seemed like the youngest of the group, he seemed around their age and Serena thought of him to be handsome, sharp features, tousled brown hair and had watchful eyes. “What is he doing here? I thought he was in school in Idris.”

“Just don’t get into a fight with him,” Jem continued and humoured, Will rolled his eyes.

“Rather a lot to ask, don’t you think?” Will asked and focused, Serena had watched how Charlotte had ushered everyone to the table at the front of the room, and had allowed everyone to settle themselves into seats around it.

“Frederick Ashdown and George Penhallow, here if you please,” Charlotte said. “Lilian Highsmith, if you’d sit over there by the map—”

“And where is Henry?” Frederick asked. “Your husband? As one of the heads of the Institute, he really ought to be here.”

In response, Serena reticently scoffed, she knew Frederick had asked that because he didn’t think of Charlotte to be the true leader because she was a woman. “He better be here,” Gabriel muttered. “An Enclave meeting without the head of the Institute present---more irregular,” Gabriel turned then, and though Will had been quick to duck back behind the tall bookcase, it was too late. “And who’s back there, then? Come out and show yourself!”

Thus, while Tessa, Will and Jem hushedly argued about if they should stay behind or not, Serena had delicately poked her head out, eyes innocent and gently embarrassed about how she’s been caught, though the pretty but ingenue look Serena had on her face had blocked any mean comments Gabriel had wanted to throw. “Oh?” Gabriel muttered, eyes shocked by the dupe and attractive figure who had revealed itself, though the pleasant moment ruined by the recognisable Herondale who had followed after.

“Will,” Charlotte sighed on seeing him then shook her head at Tess and Jem. “I told you the Enclave would be meeting here at four o’clock.”

“Did you?” Will said. “I must have forgotten that. Dreadful.” His eyes slid sideways, and he grinned. “Lo there, Gabriel.”

The brown-haired boy returned Will’s look with a furious glare. He had very bright green eyes and his mouth, as he stared at Will, was hard with disgust. “William,” he said finally before moving his eyes towards Serena. “Who are you?”

“None of your business,” Will replied gaining another look from Gabriel.

“Is that her, Lottie?” The white-haired woman asked. “The Warlock girl you were telling us about? She doesn’t look like much.”

“Neither did Magnus Bane the first time I saw him,” said Gabriel, bending a curious eye on Tessa. “Let’s have it then. Show us what you can do.”

“I’m not a Warlock,” Tessa smacked.

“Well, you’re certainly something, my girl,” the older woman continued before moving her eyes on Serena.

Serena who had then wished she was a fly on a wall, but due to her Venusian appearance that would never happen. “And you? Shadowhunter or Warlock?” She asked.

“She has the sight but serves no Shadowhunter,” Charlotte quickly answered. “She was brought by Lady Evaline.”

Surprised, the white-haired woman raised both of her eyebrows. “Aren’t you away too far from home?” She asked and awkwardly, Serena quickly looked down at her feet. Though before anything about Serena’s origin could be spoken about, Gabriel returned his sight towards Will, face resumed to be still and mean.

“Mrs. Branwell,” he said furiously. “Is William, or is he not, too young to be participating in an Enclave meeting?” Gabriel asked.

“Yes, he is. Will, Jem, if you’ll please wait outside in the corridor with Tessa and Serena,” Charlotte said.

“I will show you out,” Gabriel smiled once he saw Will’s expression tighten, and with arrogant happiness, he escorted the four out of the library. Once the five of them had entirely made it out of the library, Gabriel had swung towards Will, “You disgrace the name of Shadowhunters everywhere.” He seethed unintentionally pushing a breathy laugh from Serena who quickly covered her mouth.

Her brief amuse bringing ill to Will’s ego, though as he pushed his struck annoyance behind, he leaned against the wall, regarded Gabriel with his cool blue eyes. “I didn’t realise there was much of a name left to disgrace, after your father---”

Angry, Gabriel pointed his finger towards Will. “I will thank you not to speak of my family,” he snarled and intrigued, Serena had stood up, noted to herself that she would ask either Will or Jem what had been the intel about Gabriel’s father, and as the argument between Gabriel and Will resumed, Jem had struck himself between the dispute, once more behaving like a mediator.

“Stay out of this, Carstairs. This doesn’t concern you,” Gabriel said and as kickback, Jem had moved closer to Gabriel.

“If it concerns, Will, it concerns me,” Jem replied.

“You are a decent Shadowhunter, James,” he said, “and a gentleman. You have your---disability, but no one blames you for this. But this,” he curled his lips, jabbing a finger in Will’s direction. “This filth will only drag you down. Find someone else to be your parabatai, no one expects Will Herondale to live past nineteen, and no one will be sorry to see him, go either---”

“What a thing to say!” Tessa gasped while Serena giggled in the corner.

“Pardon me?” Gabriel asked.

“You heard me. Telling someone you wouldn’t be sorry if they died! It’s inexcusable!” Tessa said before taking Jem and Will’s hand, “Serena,” she called aware of the humoured look on the Venrosa’s woman’s face. “Come on, let’s go and stop laughing,” Tessa said and with a comedic timing, Serena pressed her index finger against her lips.

“With the way Will speaks to you I thought you wouldn’t have minded,” Serena shrugged as she trailed after Tessa, which had put the dark-haired girl into thought, she had been aware of the way Will speaks to people in general, specifically towards Tessa.

Though, Serena had still acknowledged the longing looks Tessa would send Will when he wasn’t looking her way, with her eyebrows furrowed, a case of possessiveness trickled up her throat as the thought of Tessa liking Will had imprinted in her brain.

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#will herondale #will herondale x reader #will herondale x oc #will herondale fanfiction #tessa gray #jem carstairs #gabriel lightwood #the infernal devices #infernal devices #shadowhunters #shadowhunters chronicles #the shadowhunter chronicles

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Embarrassment (platonic Joel Miller x reader)

Summary: A strange father-daughter duo gets your attention at a fan signing event.

Note: singer!reader, pre-outbreak / This is the scene I mentioned in You must be new here. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button. I don't have a taglist.

It was another signing event a day before your concert in Austin. Things went smoothly. You had every kind of fan, from an obsessed teenager through an adult who found herself in your songs straight to a creepy guy who had your face and name on a shirt and started the whole meeting with saying I love you. Sometimes it was too much to handle, but today you were in a strangely good mood.

Your ears picked up a frustrated conversation from the line in front of you. There was a teenage girl standing there with an older man, probably her father, and they argued about something quite heatedly. The girl was on the verge of a breakdown while the man seemed to be pleased with himself. He reached out to pat her head in a comical manner, but she moved out of the way and pushed his hand away.

“Can you just wait outside, please?” she asked loudly.

Several people turned to look at them, which made the girl hang her head and let out a frustrated sigh. The man theatrically thought about this suggestion, a move that drew a smile on your lips, then shook his head. The girl opened her mouth to say something, but she soon changed her mind because she noticed you watching them.

She turned away in embarrassment, and her father looked in your direction to see what made her react like this. When your eyes locked, you couldn’t help but gulp. This man was gorgeous, especially with those big brown eyes of his that were now focused on you. He was exactly your type, but you had to behave. You weren’t here to flirt with hot dads, you were here for the fans.

You cleared your throat and tore your gaze away, finally paying attention to the young guy in front of you. He gave you a nice long speech you had heard a million times before about how your music helped him through heartbreaks, but it was okay, you just had to smile and say a few kind words.

When your new favorite pair reached the table, your lips curled into a genuine smile and you looked back and forth between the two, waiting to see if any of them would start talking. But the girl seemed nervous, the dad was mentally far, far away, so you took it on yourself to break the silence.

“Hello. What’s your name?” you asked the girl. She bit on her lower lip, unable to say anything. “You know, my dad was the same when I was your age,” you told her conspiratorially, your words followed by a wink.

The man suddenly looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Huh?”

“Really?” the girl asked with a bright smile. Finding out they had something in common with you usually helped to break the ice. “I’m Sarah. Could you sign this for me?”

You nodded with a smile as you took the CD from her and took out the cover to sign it. Out of the corner of your eye you glanced at her father who was staring at you with an amused look on his handsome face. Once you were done, you gave it back to her, but when she wanted to take it, you didn’t let go.

“Listen, I get it, fathers take every opportunity they get to embarrass their children, but it only shows that he loves you,” you told her seriously. “He came here with you, I’m sure he wants to learn what you’re excited about. Look, my dad died two years ago, but if I could go back in time, I would let him follow me everywhere so I could spend more time with him. Think about it, okay?”

She nodded then finally took the CD from you. “Thank you. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow! Bye,” she chimed happily before walking away.

Her father took a deep breath as he watched her, and once she got out of earshot, he leaned closer to you and said, “Thank you. For everything.” He flashed a disarming smile at you and it knocked every thought out of your mind. You just nodded and watched him catch up with his daughter in silence.

You took a sip of water as you tried to pull yourself together, fighting that voice in the back of your mind that told you to go after them. You couldn’t do this. Paparazzi were outside, dying to get a photo they could sell for a small fortune to gossip magazines. Seeing you flirt with him wouldn’t be good for your image.

At least that’s what your manager and publicist would say.

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#joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller #sarah miller #the last of us #tlou

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josefavomjaaga · 1 year

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Hello! What was Eugene and Hortense’s relationship with Napoleon like? Sometimes Naps seems to give off a bit of “evil stepparent” vibes yet sometimes he seems to be decent so I can only imagine that it’s complicated (I would know, I have stepparents).

And full of dysfunctional family drama, naturally!

(Someone should make a Napoleonic soap opera.)

Anyway, thanks in advance!

P. S.

Thank you so very much, both for the question and the love - and right back at you 💖. I know I've really taken my time with this one but I wanted to find the correct quote which took longer than I thought. (I had no clue Roederer wrote so much.)

First of all: No, Napoleon is not the prodigal evil stepfather, far from it. On first glance, he even seems like the ideal stepfather, immediately taking to the two children, for the sole reason that they were related to Josephine, and despite the children’s initial animosity against this new addition to the family. Hortense in particular makes it very clear in her memoirs that she feared her mother would love them less once she had a new husband, whereas Eugène saw his mother’s second marriage as »a desecration of my father’s memory«. Both are probably very normal and common reactions; I particularly understand the kids’ fear of having to share their mother’s butterfly attention with yet another person. (Josephine often barely remembered them anyway.)

It is also unclear to me how well they actually knew this general Bonaparte before he and Josephine married. The story of Eugène and the sword/sabre of general Beauharnais is well-known, and Hortense in her memoirs tells the story of how she, at a dinner in Barras’ house, was sitting between Josephine and Napoleon, who totally ignored her, talking only with her mother. Other than that, Napoleon must have visited often, but most of the time the kids would have been at school at those occasions. And they apparently only learned about their mothers’ second marriage after the fact, through Madame Campan, who informed them of it. At the time of their mother’s marriage, this general may have been mostly a stranger to them, and in a way, he may have always remained just that.

But Napoleon made every effort to overcome the children’s reserve, and he mostly succeeded. Both children were docile and well-behaved as a rule und would, if not enthusiastically, then at least politely adapt to these new circumstances. Which for Napoleon may have been a nice change compared to dealing with his unruly family, who was giving him hell for having dared to marry without anyone’s consent. During the first Italian campaign, in his letters to Josephine, Napoleon mentions several times that her children had written to him or that he was going to send them presents. (He could not know that at least Hortense, according to her memoirs, had been coerced by Madame Campan into writing. I believe we even have Napoleon’s answer, which is held in a very amused, teasing tone.)

Things would continue in the same vein. We have Napoleon’s letters to Eugène in Egypt (»Stay in the tent, march with the artillery … don’t you dare get yourself killed, kid!«), we have Napoleon discussing Josephine’s supposed infidelities with her teenage son (Eugène probably: »Uhm, general … you do remember that I’m only seventeen? And your wife’s son? You do? Good. Just making sure.«), we have the famous scene of Josephine and her kids, begging on their knees in front of Napoleon’s bedroom door after the return from Egypt and, in one version, Napoleon explaining that he took Josephine back because he had grown so attached to Eugène that he could not bear to see the boy leave. (Though it is doubtful how much of this scene was even meant in earnest, or how Napoleon could have expected Eugène to stay with him rather than with his mother.) We have delightfully normal and funny family correspondence during the Consulate and the early Empire (»Your fat son has arrived yesterday«, »I don’t hear more of Hortense as if she were in Congo, I have to write and scold her«, »your brother is courting all the ladies of Boulogne and still not getting lucky«), and after Eugène’s marriage Napoleon resolutely demands updates on eventual first marital squabbles and even tries to set up Eugène’s daily schedule in a way for him to get enough repose and quality time with the vice-queen.

As to the material and financial side, Napoleon could not have treated his stepchildren any better. Both received wealth, honours and positions they never could have dreamt of (and probably never would have dreamt of) without Napoleon’s influence. But that already takes us to the other side of the coin. At this point I always have to think of the sentence that Lannes once wrote in a letter, in essence: »The emperor loves on a whim, which means: when he has need of you.« - Napoleon’s stepchildren had a function in his political plans, and he loved them as long as they fulfilled their tasks. And once these plans changed and they became bothersome, he did not hesitate to demand back what he had given to them (Italy from Eugène, Holland from Hortense’s son).

But there is a caveat even to the emotional part. As I’ve often mentioned already, while Napoleon called his stepchildren »tu« in private conversation, he treated them as »vous« in court and in all his correspondence. As to the other side, even in their letters to each other or to their mother, Hortense and Eugène always call him »Bonaparte« or »the emperor«. I have not come across any of them calling him, or referring to him as, their father (which is why I hate such references in novels or movies). Eugène in his memoirs keeps mentioning the enormous respect he always had, and as late as the Russian campaign a witness like Dedem van de Geldern had the impression that Eugène »was afraid of the emperor like a child«. There seems to always have been a notable emotional distance between Napoleon and everybody else.

But I feel like the most obvious indication of how unhealthy this family relationship was can be found in Napoleon’s conversation with Roederer in 1804 (?, at least I think it happened during that time, while his family was trying to convince him to divorce Josephine before the coronation and to not make her empress – for which, admittedly, there were excellent reasons). Napoleon says, speaking of his brothers:

They are jealous of my wife, of Eugène, of Hortense, of everyone about me. Well, my wife has diamonds and debts, that is it. Eugène does not have 20,000 livres of income. I love these children, because they are always eager to please me. If there's a cannon shot, Eugene will be the one to find out what it is. If I have a ditch to cross, it's he who gives me his hand. […] [And again about his siblings] They say that my wife is dishonest, and that the eagerness of her children is calculated. Well, I do want this; they treat me like an old uncle; this always makes my life sweet; I am getting old: I am thirty-six, I want some rest.

[Taken from: Pierre-Louis Roederer, »Mémoires sur la Révolution, le Consulat et l’Empire, 5th edition, page 207f. Emphasis by me]

In other words, Napoleon agrees that the sentiments his wife and stepchildren show him are fake and most likely rooted solely in self-interest. He just doesn’t care. He does not claim »You are wrong, my stepchildren do love me.« His answer rather comes down to: »At least they make the effort to pretend they care for me. You guys can’t even be bothered to do that much!«

Which does not strike me as a particularly healthy basis for a family.

But as I’ve already said, I’m still very much learning, and I’m pretty sure there’s still much to find out about the details in this patchwork family.

I hope this does answer your question at least somewhat. Thank you once more for the Ask, and sorry the answer took so long! 💖

#napoleon's family #hortense de beauharnais #eugene de beauharnais #asks

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dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night · 1 year

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Divinity part seven

TW: religion, cult recruitment, briefly implied transphobia, referenced human sacrifice

Note: I tried to make it clear how plain and boring reality is for Wren when Vo'ki isn't around, and fingers crossed the style changes worked.

"Hello," Wren said, "do you mind if I do some prosthelytizing here?"

The librarian blinked at him in surprise. Her long honey blonde hair was pulled into a tight braided bun, to keep it from interfering in her work. A metal pin on her sweater revealed her name as Sarah and her pronouns as she/her.

"What religion are you prosthelytizing for, exactly?" Sarah asked.

"An ancient faith, now mostly forgotten." Wren took a deep breath, subduing his blasphemous nerves. "Have you ever heard of Kuerda?"

"Yes, I think everyone learned about it in highschool history class. A civilization from around five to four-thousand BC, practiced human sacrifice, had a pantheon of sibling gods. Do I have all that right?"

"Human sacrifices were very rare," Wren explained apologetically. "And done with full consent from the sacrifice in question."

"So." Sarah smiled slowly. "You're prosthelytizing for a nearly forgotten religion from six thousand years ago, in our library?"

"If that's alright with you ma'am."

"Have fun. But if anyone tells you to leave them alone, you have to respect their wishes. No harassment."

"Of course not. I know how to behave myself."

"Go right ahead then."

"Thank you." Wren smiled, though it was obscured by his veil. "Oh say, would you like to hear what I have to say? There aren't many people in here, so you seem to not be particularly busy."

"I'm devoutly Jewish. So, if you just want someone to listen, I will. But if you're looking for converts, you'd do well asking someone else."

Wren sighed. "Thanks anyway."

Wren walked away from the librarian's desk, scanning the room for someone who wasn't in the middle of studying. There was no point in being nuisance.

He sat down at a table, next to a man in a white dress shirt who seemed to be sitting around doing nothing.

"Hello," Wren said. "Mind if I join you?"

"No," he said, looking Wren over with a look of great judgment etched on his pale face.

"I'm Wren."

"David. And I must ask why a man such as yourself is wearing such effeminate clothing. Are you in drag?"

"No," Wren said hurriedly. "This is considered masculine by my religion's standards. Men have much stricter codes of modesty then women."

"What sort of woke nonsense is that, exactly?"

"It's actually a religion dating back more than seven thousand years. It was practiced in the Kuerdan Empire."

Wren was quite certain that he had picked the wrong man to approach. He seemed Evangelist, Republican, white trash.

"Excuse me," Wren said, pretending to check his cell phone. "I have to go."

He hurried to a different section of the large library, finding a young woman sitting alone.

Her computer was open in front of her, displaying the Blackboard program.

"Hello," Wren said. "May I sit down?"

She didn't look up from scrolling on her smartphone. "Knock yourself out."

"May I speak with you about my religion?"

"Nope."

Wren blinked. He hadn't expected quite so blunt a refusal. Was this what Jehova's Witnesses dealt with every day?

Weaving between library shelves lined with thousands of books, more than any mortal could read in their puny life span, Wren found other potential converts.

"Would you like to hear about my religion?" Wren asked a teenage boy, who was pursuing the fantasy section.

He pulled a heavy blue book from the shelf, turning it over to read the synopses. "I'm not joining a cult. Fuck off."

"Sorry, I didn't mean anything."

The next few people Wren approached were just as unhelpful to his aims.

Freak, loser, psycho, cultists.

If he had to hear one more word off their blasphemous tongues, he would develop a dehabilitating addiction to peace and quiet.

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#Whump #Divinity #Religious whump #Cult whump #Abraham original: Hot off the press #Whump series #Whumpblr

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THE DARK SEEPING IN (BRATZ FASHION PIXIEZ REIMAGINING) CH. 2

AN: In which the Devlin girls' father returns from a business trip. Breeana is excited as always, but Cymbeline, on the other hand, is acting strangely.

Here we see a revamped version of the opening scene from the actual movie. Enjoy!

"Daddy!" Breeana bolted out the front door, her arms already opened wide for her father.

The tall gate was just about closing behind Melvino when the car pulled up to the front of the Devlin house. The man didn't even drive the vehicle to the garage or power the thing down. He pulled the handbrake, left the car and ran to his youngest.

"There she is!" Melvino hugged Breeana like they hadn't seen each other in centuries. Two weeks sometimes felt like that. "I hope you've been behaving." He jested.

He didn't know about the party at Nevra's, nor did he need to. Breeana pulled out of the embrace, her smile somewhat mischievous. "Actually, we've had parties in the house every night. The kitchen burned down, and Cymbeline's pregnant."

As the two made their way towards the front door, Melvino chuckled. Fuck, he missed Bree's witty comments. "Cymbeline? She detests men."

"Oh, well, I'm glad you've taken the other stuff well."

Melvino ruffled his youngest daughter's hair. "Never change, honey. Where is Cymbeline anyway?"

"Inside . What about the car?" She looked over her shoulder to the still-active vehicle.

"Don't worry about it. The car will park itself."

As if on cue, the car began to move, the wheels turning towards the direction of the garage. In any other situation, or with any other family, everyone around would scream in sight of the spectacle.

Not the Devlin's, though. Breeana just smiled warmly. And with the flick of her hand, the front door opened, with no one on the other side to open it.

"That goddamn ghost again." Melvino quipped.

Breeana only giggled as the two finally entered the house. Her joy was diminished, however, seeing her older sister sitting on the stairs and sulking.

Cymbeline had been in this state for days now – slumpy, a word both she and Breeana used to describe moods like these, when the only emotions they could feel were negative, without explanation for why. Cymbeline may have been slumpy for days now, but the youngest Devlin somehow knew there was a reason.

Breeana let her eyes do the talking, demanding Cymbeline stand and greet their father.

There was a subtle eye roll from the green-eyed sister, which Breeana didn't miss.

"Home sweet home!" Melvino said with a relieved sigh, hanging up his coat by the door.

Cymbeline only smiled, just for a moment, before it was gone again. And yet, she still stood up from the stairs, made her way to her father and allowed him to embrace her.

Breeana almost commended her, like the girl was a baby, having just learned how to show such affection. But Cymbeline was not a child. This was not normal.

After kicking his shoes off, the reunion was moved to the kitchen. The youngest Devlin offered to make tea, to which Melvino opted for a beer instead, as he usually did after returning from a business trip. It sickened Breeana now, remembering the taste of tequila burning her throat.

"You both hungry? Let's get the grill going," Melvino made his way to the back door leading to the patio, "I can fill you in on the trip; you girls can fill me in on your week alone."

Breeana finished brewing her tea, glancing over her shoulder to her father, "the grill? It's like 9PM."

"Who cares? I'm an adult. I can do what I want." The patriarch of the Devlin family entered the outside world again.

"Cool," was the only response from Cymbeline.

Before Breeana could go and join her father, she glanced at her older sister. "Slumpy?" A small smile found its way to her face as it usually did when she made this assumption. Cymbeline would then smile back, probably following up with some self-deprecating joke.

But now, the green-eyed teenager only let her gaze flicker to her sister. "I'm fine, Bree'."

Breeana's smile disappeared.

Fuck, she was never more relieved to get out of the now claustrophobic kitchen.

Melvino was preparing the grill, seemingly unaware of Breeana's unease and how Cymbeline was just being…off. He continued to dwell in blissful ignorance as he cooked the beef burgers and took swigs from the beer bottle.

Breeana listened intently to the tellings of her father's latest business trip. By the sounds of his revelations, nothing was out of the ordinary in his world, everything operating as it should have been. Hearing this was always a huge relief, for the Devlins weren't always this lucky.

Melvino knew when something was on the horizon when some sort of threat slowly made itself known. But only sometimes did he know how to prepare for it.

As nervous as this made her, Breeana appreciated these discussions. One day, this would be her responsibility – to keep her family safe.

Sitting on the wall next to the grill, she tried her hardest to focus on her father's words, but Cymbeline would draw her attention away every so often. The older sister sat on the pool's edge, her feet brushing through the water.

Was she even listening?

"Okay, well, maybe this one will make you laugh," Melvino's voice drew his daughter's attention back to him. "I used to work at a blanket factory. But the factory…folded."

Confusion took Breeana over, just for a moment. When had they transitioned from business talk to dad jokes? When that confusion changed to amusement, she laughed. "Oh my God…"

Melvino smiled proudly, flipping the burgers.

"Dad, your jokes suck." But Breeana still laughed.

"Hilarious…" came a sarcastic comment.

The laughter stopped. Breeana turned her attention back to Cymbeline, Melvino doing just the same.

The older sister didn't turn around, her feet still dragging along the water.

"Cymbeline?" Melvino uttered, disregarding the sizzling of the cooking meat behind him.

Finally, she turned. She was smiling, her pretty face lit up.

But Breeana saw right through it. This was fake.

"It was a good joke, Dad," Cymbeline smirked, Breeana hearing the insincerity.

But Melvino's concern was diminished, his smile returning. "At least someone appreciates my humour."

Cymbeline's smile twitched. She blinked, looking away from her father for a moment. Obviously, something was wrong. But what? Breeana maintained her smile, but it was a quick beat from dropping.

"You seem kind of quiet tonight, honey. I mean, maybe it's girl stuff," Melvino turned back to the grill, checking the burgers, missing how Cymbeline scoffed. "Or…the fact it's almost your birthday." Glancing over his shoulder, he grinned again.

Cymbeline was really smiling now, red staining her cheeks. She was always the opposite of Breeana. Instead of liking things quiet, especially a birthday, she relished in all the attention.

"You excited, sis?" Breeana spoke to Cymbeline for the first time since stepping outside.

"Thrilled," Cymbeline's smile remained, but she spoke with the same enthusiasm she had when commenting on her dad's joke.

"Now, I know it's not for another while, but," Melvino placed the spatula on the counter beside the grill, "I think she deserves an early gift. Right, Bree'?"

"Sure. Go for it!" Breeana was overly enthusiastic now.

"Dad." Cymbeline finally stood, little droplets of water dripping down her feet. Her face and tone had softened. "You don't have to."

"I want to, though. You're my little girl. Both of you are," Melvino glanced between his daughters. "And I know you already know it, but I love you and think you deserve this."

The older sibling dropped her face, playing with her hands. There was something about this moment, how she was holding herself. Her shoulders tensed, mouth wobbling, as if she were about to break out into excited laughter.

Nothing really out of the ordinary for someone about to receive their first birthday gift.

"Ready? Close your eyes," Melvino said.

And Cymbeline did as she was told, letting the darkness shield her vision. She was starting to shake, anticipation rattling her. This was happening. This was really happening.

A hand found her own, lifting it up and placing something in her palm. Something cool to the touch.

"Alright. Open up," Melvino's voice sounded.

And she did it. She opened her green eyes, confusion already taking her over. For in her hand was a gold necklace with a sun pendant.

Her smile was slowly disappearing. "Oh. Wow."

"Do you like it? As soon as I saw it, I knew you had to have it." Her father explained.

"Yeah. It's… It's very pretty." Cymbeline spoke quietly. "Thanks, Dad." But she didn't lift her face, staring down at the shining object in her hand.

Her father stood there, waiting for his hug, for the excited little squeal his daughter would let out upon seeing something so precious. But when she didn't, his smile faltered. Glancing over his shoulder, he finally noted Breeana's curiosity, how she watched her older sister carefully.

"You…" Melvino looked at his eldest, "you okay, honey?"

Cymbeline's smile was gone, non-existent. She lifted her face, but her eyes faced down towards her chin. "It's just…" she shook her head, "I kind of thought…from the way you were speaking just now…it was going to be…."

If only there were a huge person-sized rock, Breeana would have just crawled right under it. Secondhand embarrassment; that's what she was feeling right then and there. Her eyes trailed off to the pool as if it would take her away from the awkward situation.

Melvino's brows were knit tight together, "it was going to be…."

Cymbeline was silent. Her gaze lifted, looking away to the pool, sucking in her bottom lip. Melvino encouraged her to speak again, so she sighed before saying, "It just wasn't what I wanted."

Fuck. That drew Breeana's attention right back. There was a statement on the tip of her tongue – who are you, and what have you done with my big sister? For it wasn't like Cymbeline to be like this. Fuck, she had scolded Breeana that one time she didn't say thank you after receiving a Valentine's card from a classmate. Cymbeline had her wild side, but she never forgot her morals.

Melvino rubbed the back of his neck, sighing heavily. Breeana couldn't determine if this was from frustration or embarrassment. Maybe both.

"Well, is there anything in particular that you'd want? Maybe I can fix this." Her father tried. God, he was the best. Even when his sister was having a brat moment, he was willing to go out of his way.

A smile returned to Cymbeline's face. But not like the one she displayed before.

There was something…almost sly…with a hint of wickedness. Finally, she looked back at her father. Stepping forward, she licked her lips, the smile widening. And she leaned forward, whispering in his ear.

Discreetly, Breeana moved closer as if she could hear what was being said. But Cymbeline was speaking too low. And, fuck, judging by her father's reaction, how his eyes slightly widened, lips parted, this wasn't going to be pretty.

Melvino pulled away abruptly, looking down at his eldest daughter. "Why?"

Cymbeline's smile remained, "Because I'm old enough. I'm mature and sensible. Come on, Daddy. You know I deserve my wish."

Realising his eldest wasn't going to scream SIKE at the top of her lungs, Melvino sighed again. How to go about this. How to go about this… "Cymbeline. Can't you just wait until your actual birthday?"

"Wait. So you want me to wait a whole month?" Cymbeline's brows were connecting, her mood evidently shifting.

Breeana's lavender gaze shifted between her father and sister. What was it that Cymbeline wanted? Her first car? $1000?

"It'll fly by faster than you know it, Cymb'. I promise. And when the time comes, I'll make sure they're extra beautiful." Melvino lifted his hands at his sides, "How about it?"

Breeana hoped her sister would just smile already, apologise for her out-of-character moment. But that didn't happen.

Cymbeline lowered her eyes, shoulders sagging. "Okay."

Not the response the youngest had hoped for, but it was the best they'd get.

The touchy subject was brushed under the table. Melvino continued to grill the food whilst Breeana resumed her post on the wall. Even though it was over, the tensity still lingered. And it was becoming painful for Breeana to fill the silence with words that didn't really matter.

Once the food was cooked and prepared, she could have screamed. What was going on in her father's head that made him think eating altogether, after a heated exchange like that, was a good idea?

Sitting at the bench, Cymbeline at her side and Melvino opposite her, Breeana tried her damned hardest to focus on the burger in her hand.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

Her lavender gaze flickered to her father, the man casting too many glances at Cymbeline to be discreet.

The older Devlin sister was much more content in playing with her food rather than eating it.

"These are really good, Dad," Breeana uttered after swallowing.

Melvino only spared her a quick look, a small smile appearing and vanishing just as fast as it was there. The man was solely focused on Cymbeline at this moment. Concerned even.

This was uncomfortable. So fucking uncomfortable. Not at all normal for the Devlin family, especially when the patriarch would return from his trips. If there was ever tension between them, it was simply because someone was waiting for their turn to speak already.

And now, with so much space to speak, no one had anything to say.

But Melvino couldn't let it continue. "You okay, Cymbeline?"

His eldest daughter lifted her head, face sort of puzzled as if their discussion hadn't happened at all. "What?"

"You alright?"

Cymbeline's green gaze flickered to Breeana briefly before looking back to her father. "Do I…seem alright?"

Melvino played with fallen leaves of lettuce on his plate. "I…I don't know. Just… you're very quiet."

Something about that…Something about what he just said clearly hit a nerve with Cymbeline. Her brows joined, a quick breath of a laugh escaping her nostrils, " quiet ? Why would I be anything but quiet when you could potentially piss me off even more."

"I pissed you off?" Melvino stopped messing with his own food now. "How did I piss you off?"

"Oh, you're not a stupid man, Dad. You can figure it out, I'm sure." Cymbeline laughed sarcastically.

"No - no. Just say it, Cymb'," Melvino leaned forward slightly, the agitation in his voice becoming more evident.

"Guys," Breeana's gaze shifted between the pair.

"I will not say a thing." Cymbeline practically spat. "You should know…why I am feeling the way I do right now."

"You're usually an outspoken person. Just answer the question." Melvino's tone was becoming sharper.

"Look, if you continue to patronise me, I'll fucking leave this table."

And that was it. Melvino cracked. His palm slapped down on the bench, the plates bouncing in place. The patriarch stood, pointing a finger at his daughter. "Do not use that fucking language with me!"

Breeana's heart was pounding.

Cymbeline was next to stand, nostrils flared, "What are you going to do about it, Dad? What are you going to fucking do about it?"

As the echo of her voice carried over the garden, the burning fire pit flickered a little more for it to be natural. Somehow, Cymbeline had shouted louder than her father. And that scared Breeana even more.

Melvino seethed. But under his daughter's gaze, the fire of the pit reflecting in her green eyes, he sat down again.

"I," Cymbeline breathed deeply, her voice shaking, "am tired of you and the way you…you fucking shelter us," she was becoming frantic, exaggerating with her hands as if trying to convince herself of her words, "you need to open your fucking eyes!"

"Oh, I need to open my eyes?" Melvino held a hand to his chest, brows raised. "Cymbeline, I shelter you, girls, because I need to. I have to protect you both in case - -"

"I told you not to patronise me," Cymbeline leaned forward, pointing her finger at Melvino. "You are nothing but a bigotted pig. Y-You think us poor little girls can't fucking protect ourselves when in reality, I have protected myself from so much in my teen years." Cymbeline's voice raised. "Jesus, you don't even know me! You - You got me a fucking gold necklace. When have I ever worn gold necklaces? Dad, if you really - really knew me, you'd open your tiny ass eyes and fucking see that all I want is freedom!"

Freedom? That's what she wanted? Now, it was Breeana's turn to be confused. Yes, their father may have sheltered his daughters, but to a certain degree. Never once had she personally felt caged by the man who raised them.

Of course, Melvino was seething. "Cymbeline, you are a smart girl. But you're not yet mature for such a big change in your life."

And with that, Cymbeline breathed out another laugh. "Well…if I'm so immature to handle something like that, then why the fuck do you leave me to babysit her for weeks on end?"

Breeana's heart stopped. Something about that statement…that word… her. As if she were a burden on Cymbeline's life. As if "babysitting" her was too much to ask.

Melvino didn't respond for a moment. In fact…he didn't respond at all.

A triumphant smile worked its way onto Cymbeline's face. "See? You're a sexist cunt."

The youngest had enough. "Cymbeline!"

Finally, her older sister acknowledged her. "I'm sorry, but who invited you to this conversation?"

It was just getting worse and worse. Who was this girl? Where the fuck did the real Cymbeline go?

Breeana was lost for words, her eyes doing the talking.

As for Cymbeline's, they burned right through her baby sister, almost as if she had been harbouring some blazing hot resentment toward the younger Devlin girl.

This was not a slumpy day.

This was not Cymbeline.

"Fuck this," the older Devlin sister grumbled, sliding out from the bench and storming toward the house.

Sure, there had been arguments. There had been disagreements. But never as bad as this.

Breeana watched her sister from the moment she left the table until she disappeared into the house. Melvino, on the other hand, just stared down at his plate. His daughter watched him, trying to figure out the look on his face. Strange, because after what just went down, she expected him to look hurt – maybe his chin would wobble, or his eyes glisten with tears he tried to keep from falling.

Instead, his brows were still crossed. His eyes shifted back and forth as if looking between his knife and fork. He was thinking, deep in thought.

"Daddy?" Breeana spoke quietly, uncomfortable. "Are you okay?"

Melvino didn't answer, as if he hadn't heard her at all.

"I'm really sorry about…" she paused, sighing. She wasn't the one who needed to apologise, "I don't even know what's wrong with her. What did she ask you for?"

Finally, Melvino acknowledged his youngest again, the confusion shifting. "Nothing."

Pfft. Clearly, not nothing. Breeana's hand found its way around her glass of water, the condensation soothing to her now-tingling skin. She stared at the fire pit, thinking about how it flickered the moment Cymbeline snapped…how chaotic it was.

"I'll… I'll talk to her later," Breeana glanced at her father, the man quickly gobbling the burger like it was his first meal in months.

Now wasn't the time to discuss Cymbeline's outburst.

But when would it be?

#bratz fashion pixiez #bratz #bratz fanfic #bratz fanfiction #bratz breeana #bratz cymbeline #bratz lina

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nobully · 1 year

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🍿 : watch a rom-com with my muse. lmao

( * VALENTINE’S DAY PROMPTS ! | 🍿 : watch a rom-com with my muse.

"What do you mean you've never seen a romcom before?"

'I mean, they're not exactly my go-to genre.'

"Well, what about with friends? What did you guys watch together?"

'Uhhh...action films, mostly? Also, basketball games and crime documentaries...'

'Besides, it's just a movie. Who cares what you watch if you're entertained?'

"Ugh, no wonder you're so clueless!" Nicolette grabbed Wang Yi by the arm and started dragging him to the theaters. "Come on, we're going to watch one right now!"

'What, why?!'

"Because your romance-deficient brain's gonna bite you in the ass one day."

'That doesn't even make anatomical sense...'

"Just shut up and pay for the popcorn!"

'Fine, fine...sheesh.'

So they bought the tickets and a giant bucket of popcorn with two drinks. Wang Yi's not sure why the usher winked at him when he collected their stubs, but when he entered their theater and saw the audience inside, he started to have an inkling.

'Valentine's coming up, huh...'

"What, thinking of nice gifts?" Nicolette teased, and okay that was definitely blatant enough that he got the hint and squirreled it away for later.

'No, just thinking how out of place we are in this room full of couples,' Wang Yi muttered under his breath. That "Sizzle, Pop, and Couple's Cups" snack deal should've clued him in, but he was too happy about saving money at the time to pay it closer attention.

In response, Nicolette just hooked her arm around his and pulled him close on purpose. "We are a couple. Of friends. Who the hell cares what they think?"

'Yeah but, look at them all cuddling and stuff...' Wang Yi side-eyed a couple where the boyfriend was feeding his girlfriend popcorn. 'We stick out like a sore thumb.'

"Ohhhh, so you want me to feed you popcorn too?"

'No!'

"All right, calm down. I'll behave. Besides, the point is to watch the movie, not get frisky like a pair of teenagers." Nicolette's grip tightened on Wang Yi as she dragged them to their seats. "Come sit. It's not like you'll die from being seen with me, right?"

There was a high note in her voice that Wang Yi had learned to recognize as a giveaway: if he kept on complaining, she'd probably feel hurt. So he tactfully shut up and settled down on one of the big plush recliners. 'Anyways, just don't hog all the popcorn.'

Nicolette broke into gleeful laughter.

Eventually the lights dimmed and the movie began: some fun-filled romp about a woman chasing after her ex who was now engaged to another girl. Halfway through Wang Yi realized they could've solved everything just by sitting down and talking and quickly lost interest. Instead, his eyes wandered over the other audience members. There was a couple near the front row with their foreheads touching, not interested in the movie at all. Another had the girl leaning her head on her lover's shoulder. And the couple a few seats down from them...

Wang Yi had to squint to see clearly, but it looked like they'd graduated from hand-feeding each other popcorn to passing it back and forth between their mouths with kisses. He was still debating whether to feel embarrassed for their sake when a voice whispered by his ear.

"What are you looking at?"

His head whipped back to catch Nicolette's innocent grin as she sipped from her straw.

"Something more interesting than the movie?"

The couple a few seats down giggled; Wang Yi's 99% sure Nicolette can see them too since everyone's got their seats down for the film. He rolled his eyes at her and mumbled,

'...it's not that.'

'I'm just surprised people actually do that stuff in public.'

As predicted, Nicolette dropped her act once the jig was up, but her words aren't any less stimulating. "I don't know, I think they're pretty tame compared to what you did that night in my apartment."

He could feel his face heating up in the dark. 'Will you let that drop?'

"I mean, it was pretty unforgettable." Strangely enough, she sounded pretty genuine. "Enough that I'm still a mix of fucking mad and awestruck that you actually pulled it off."

'Okay? But I swear it was an accident.'

"There are no accidents in romcoms."

'You think we're living in a romantic comedy right now?'

"I don't know about the romance part, but you're pretty hilarious on a regular day, Yiyi."

'...thanks, I guess?'

They end up being shushed and shut up for the rest of the movie, which played out as expected and ended with a kiss, proposal, and marriage. When the two finally rose to leave, it was to see most of the couples stay behind and continue being lovey-dovey through the credits. Escaping it was almost a relief.

"What did you think of the movie?" Nicolette asked as soon as their footsteps hit the sidewalk outside.

'It was all right, I guess? A little illogical, but I guess that's romance for you.' Wang Yi was ready to end it there, but seeing Nicolette's expectant look, tried for a little more. 'Also...there really wasn't a villain character? Kinda lacking, yeah?'

He got a disgruntled noise in response. "Not every romcom needs an actual villain."

'But there's no real conflict without one.' Those petty arguments and staged misunderstandings that took its place didn't really draw him in.

"Yes there is. The romance, Wang Yi? The fricking feelings of pining plaguing both sides? I mean I know some guys don't go for that kind of stuff, but you can still feel it, right?"

'Uhh...I don't, actually.' Like literally, what was emotion.

Nicolette stopped walking to place her hands on her hips. "If you hated the movie that much, you can just say it outright."

Oh um, she misunderstood. 'I don't hate it,' Wang Yi corrected hastily, 'I just...don't feel anything about it.'

Nicolette blinked before she leaned in, incredulous. "No? Nothing?"

'I mean, I can get an idea from most of the scenes, but I have to think about it first.'

"What about the scene where the couple met as childhood friends and he gave her a flower ring as a promise token?"

'I was debating whether she made a replacement or stored it in a freezer to keep it fresh 25 years later.'

"Or the one where the guy finally confesses his love, only for the girl to leave him because he was still wearing his engagement ring?"

'He probably could have called her to reschedule and try again.'

"How about in the end, when they got together despite everything and floated away in their log cabin with hot air balloons?"

'That part reminded me of a Pizar movie, actually. I wonder if they bought the copyrights to Above? Also, no way the plumbing would have worked in that house.'

"You're missing the point!"

'I thought movies were up to personal interpretation...'

"Did you even interpret anything? You're just picking out problems and thinking of weird solutions to them!"

'You're the one who asked...'

"Oh, so it's my fault now, is it?!"

'Uh, do you want me to buy you ice cream or something...you're looking kinda heated.'

"Kind of? Wang Yi, you're so dense!" Nicolette fumed. Or at least, she looked like she was fuming, with her red face, angular brows, and intense stare. He wanted to check just how taut her expression was, but she turned away before he could look closer. "What kind of idiot eats ice cream in winter?!"

'So I guess that's a no?'

"Gods, stop asking if you already know the answer!"

'I mean, it's not like I can read your mind.'

"Are you seriously pissing me off on purpose right now?!"

Wang Yi scrunched his eyebrows and stopped in place as Nicolette stalked off. He didn't get why, but everything he said seemed to be pushing her buttons today. But they weren't any different from his usual lines?

'Wait,' he scrambled and chased after her. 'Are you like, PMSing or someth—'

"What?!" Nicolette turned, absolutely livid; Wang Yi didn't stop in time and slammed face-first into her elbow as she swung her arm backwards.

—

Hours later saw Wang Yi sprawled over the couch in his condo, cradling an ice pack to his fresh black eye as Nicolette poured them drinks (water, not wine).

"Hey, can you see?" she asked after setting their cups on the table.

'Kinda hard to tell when my eyelid's swollen shut.'

'I can try to pry it open.'

"Don't touch it!" she hissed and rushed over, only to see that he had one arm draped over the sofa and the other firmly gripping his ice, not his face. "Dammit, Yiyi!"

Wang Yi was surprised too. He blinked at her with his one good eye before trying a smile. 'Sorry, I didn't actually mean that.'

"You don't mean half the things that come out of your mouth," she huffed at him and sat back down.

'Right,' he admitted. When there was no comment after that, Wang Yi tried, 'Um...so what are we going to tell Zhilan?'

"That you ran into my elbow, what else?"

'I mean, this time the truth's gonna sound like a lie and he might think we fought for real. Which—to be fair—we kinda did?'

"Arguing isn't fighting, it's literally how we talk," Nicolette countered.

'Yeah, but to the rest of world we're—'

"Why do you care so much about public opinion?" she snapped. "What about what I think? Or—or Zhilan, or any of your other friends?"

'Weren't we just talking about Zhilan?'

"I mean in general," Nicolette sighed. "I swear, Wang Yi. It's like sometimes you only hear half of what I say, while other times you read me like a book and forget everything by the end of the day."

'It comes off that way, huh?' Wang Yi genuinely wondered. 'Maybe I'm just grasping at things I know.'

"Oh sure, like how you always catch me lying because you're a hopeless liar yourself?"

'Basically?'

Nicolette was genuinely getting sick of this. "What else are you incapable of? Besides telling the truth, apparently."

'Well,' And Wang Yi swallowed, strangely grateful that he's stuck staring at the ceiling instead of her face. 'I don't think I actually feel—'

*+:｡.｡𝄞 어느 작별이 이보다 완벽할까 Love me only till this spring... ~♪ ｡.｡:+*

Both of them turned to look at the table where Nicolette's phone was going off. Then she yelped and picked it up.

"Hellooooo, Lanlan! Mm-hmm, uh-huh...oh of course, you're so sweet~" Nicolette glanced up from her phone and nudged Wang Yi's leg with her foot. "Zhilan wants to know what we want for takeout tonight, pizza or Italian?"

Wang Yi lifted his head to stare at her blearily. 'Pizza is Italian.'

"Shut up, it's a whole new world for him."

'Whatever's fine...you pick.'

"You're so boring?"

'Thanks, I try.' He meant it too, but Nicolette just made a face at him and went back to talking to Zhilan.

"Hello? Yes Lanlan, apparently Yiyi can't tell the difference between either choice so anything goes! Hm, me? Oh no, I think it'd be more fun if you chose..." She chattered on happily while he flopped back against the couch, content to be ignored.

"...by the way, I gave him a black eye with my elbow."

Wang Yi jolted up, nearly concussing his eyeball against his ice pack.

"No, no we didn't fight...this time it was an accident, promise...yes, he's fine, but preparing more ice isn't a bad idea, Lanlan!" Nicolette caught his movement out of the corner of her eye and mouthed a super obvious "I told you so" with her lips.

"Mhm, all right! See you tonight! Byeeeeee~"

Click.

She tossed her phone on the couch this time and plopped down next to him.

"If you have to lie, don't do it to Lanlan of all people."

'A little too late for that, don't you think?'

"Don't do it any more than you have to?" Nicolette poked him in the side. "Besides, I explained everything already. He gets it."

'He gets what we show him, you mean.'

"Wow, is this how honesty looks on you, Wangy? Because you sound fucking depressing."

‘Blame the brain damage.’ Wang Yi shifted his ice pack around to block more of Nicolette from sight. It's melting though...he should get a new one soon.

“Nice try, but I didn’t hit you that hard.” But Nicolette started to drag him off the couch anyways. “Let’s go.”

‘We don't need to meet Zhilan until two hours later…’

“Uh-huh, and the nearest clinic closes in one? We’re going to get your eye checked out. And your brain too, if you want.”

‘Sounds like a pain.’

“That’s par for the course, you pain in the ass. Besides,” Nicolette added, “All lying shit aside, I know you hate making him worry. So you can show up on Game Night with a nice little doctor’s note or stare at Zhilan’s sad puppy eyes all evening, but I won’t let you ruin things for me too.”

She was trying to egg him on, but Wang Yi gave in before he took the bait. He always did, and she always knew he would, so the two of them stumbled out and hailed a taxi with surprising harmony.

'By the way, you're paying, right?'

"Dream on. It's 50-50."

'When it was your elbow that hit my eye?!'

"More like your head that rammed itself into my elbow in the first place?!"

Wang Yi started to sputter and fume. Snickering, Nicolette rummaged through her pockets. "Wait, I want a picture of this."

'Don't you dare—'

"Oh shit."

'What?'

"...I think I left my phone on your couch."

'What?!' Wang Yi looked out the window where they were weaving effortlessly through the city streets, far away from Condo 408.

"Wangy...Yiyi...I'll pay you back later?"

'What the hell, we can just turn back!'

"And pay double the taxi fare? Are you stupid?"

'It's not stupid if it's your Dust too!'

"Excuse me?! When were you such a selfish prick?"

'Me selfish? What about the time you—'

Ringringring!

Wang Yi dug out his own phone before falling silent. 'It's Zhilan.'

Nicolette quietly bit back her latest insult. "So answer it."

Press.

"Hello?" Zhilan's bright voice came over the call. "Hi Wang Yi, I heard about your injury...are you doing all right?"

'Uh yeah, Nicolette's taking me to the clinic right now for a check-up. Don't worry, I'll be fine.'

"Oh, that's good! Actually, I just wanted to call and make sure: did you get two black eyes or one?"

'...just one.'

"All right, then I should have enough ice for you and the drinks! We can take it easy tonight and just talk if it'll make you feel better."

'Nah, it's fine. Besides, I still want to beat Nicolette at Mon*poly. Again.'

"Oh! Then I'll make sure to have that out. See you later?"

'Later. Thanks.'

Click.

As expected, Wang Yi hung up to see Nicolette glaring at him.

'What? Last week I won fair and square.'

"Yeah, after you fucking lost at YUNO the week before?"

'YUNO's luck, but Mon*poly's a skill game.'

"Oh, like it's hard to roll two die to get exactly the numbers you want?"

'You mean you can't?'

"What the hell—"

And on and on they went, bickering back and forth, all the way to the doctor's office.

#nicawlette #answered;#drabbles;#they're no romcom but sitcom? yes i can take that #i told myself it'll be shorter this week but uhh...apparently not #next time. next time it'll be shorter i swear fjgjdjg #wangyico #ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴇᴛᴛᴇ ❥ serpent beneath the flowers // death on the bud of a rose

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red-tintedglasses · 2 years

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Chapter 1: Cyrus and the Girl who Wouldn't Shut Up.

The girl looks up at her group leader. She knew she should have not tried to light some files on fire just for those two older boys. But when has she ever behaved? “Such a good role model, aren’t you?” She snapped back. Cyrus frowns. They had never been good with children. But, like, they're a very good role model! They never yell or beat their lights out! "The shit you get from me is salvation compared to what others do. You nearly destroyed /everything/." Thats not true. The files were important, but far from everything. But considering how frazzled she is from getting caught, she'll believe it. "Remember that one kid who we left out on the floor? And how their arm bent the wrong way? And how flies feasted on her half-dead body? Those numbers could hit a spike if I decided to treat you the way everybody else does." Their nails dig into her shoulders. "So dont test me." Her eyes suddenly go wide truly believing that she could have destroyed everything. She looks down “Well i’m ‘sorry’ “ She stated, sarcastic as ever. Okay. Okay, FUCK this girl. Fucking twat. "Okay, come on." They straighten up and grab her by her arm. There's matches somewhere here. Or a candle. The furnace cover is hot as hell. They start draggin her in the dirextion of the stairs that lead to the maintenance floor/basement. "Look, you're really forcing my hand here." Also not true. They really want to see what burning skin looks like. She trys to pull away from them. “Where are you-“ She stops in her tracks when she she’s the stairs. She looks up at them, then back down the stairs. “No no please- I’m sorry ok?” Panic sets in, she try’s to run. Their nails dig in harder. "No, c'mon, this is how it works!" They give a good yank and pull her down the first few steps, the footsteps echoing from metal stairs to cement (?) walls. "It won't be that bad!" They try to not sound /that/ jovial. But she deserves it, they think. They make more headway down the stairs. She starts kicking and screaming. She knowns this is only going to worsen the situation, but she’s so overwhelmed with this panic she doesn’t care. “Let go of me you fucking creep!” She yells. Well, creep is way overstating it! They arent gettin off on the thought of a grimy little kid! Bleh! "You goddamn-!" They grab her hair and pull it. "I just fucking told you not to push me too far!" They stop moving down the stairs to stand in front of her. "The furnace could easily burn you to a clean crisp." They'd never actually kill her, they dont have that authority. But, hey! Threats are /very/ fun! She giggles, “Kill me you fucking pussy!” She said while trying to push away. "There's things worse than death!" They tug her down by her hair and arm, now at the last few steps until the door to the furnace room. The air wavers with the heat. The door will be hot enough for her to learn the lesson. They fight down a grin at the thought of smashing her face against the scalding metal and banging it against the door again and again.“Wonder why your stuck with my group, your to much of a pussy to even kill a teenage girl!” She’s shaking with fear. “That’s probably why you’ll never actually be a leader!” She yells in his face. Theyre both just a few feet away from the door. "I'm not the one crying." They grin. "You should see how happy a kid looks when theyre about to die." Keeping eye contact, they take her hand and press it again the door. Even just holding it, they can feel the heat, hear the sizzle of flesh against metal. They carry on talking. "They're smiling. They do this happy sigh as they stare up at the hellhole's ceiling. You don't get that luxury. You give that eternsl freedom to others, and at the same time you remove them from here. Its a win-win!" She screams in agony and try’s to pull back. “There’s somthing mentally fucking wrong wi-“ She is weezing for breath “With you!”

Okay, thats true. They give a nonchalant grin in response. Their hand grabs her hair again. They move her head closer to the door. "All that hard work, and you still decide to push back against everything im trying to teach you!" They sigh. "You think the outside world is going to be nice? What, with theivery, trafficking, arson, et cetera, this place seems great! Why else do you think I come here so often? Why else do you think I have all these scars?" The scars are mostly from mundane activities. But she doesnt need to knows that.The girl elbows them in the jaw. She doesn’t care what ‘lesson’ he’s trying to teach her, all she cares about is getting the fuck away from him. “I’d rather be out there!” She yells in his face. They work their jaw, wincing, then they resch for the doorknob. "I have a proposition. This is your last chance. You swear to stop desecrating /everything/ we work towards," they turn the knob, "or you learn what its like to have melting liquid for skin." She looks at him. There’s no way she’s giving in now, she’s too deep in. If she gives up now she’ll look weak. “I’m not swearing to shit.” She scoffs. They sigh. Their hand burns. The furnace isnt /blazing/ right now. But an hour in there would definitely fuck her up. Hopefully some trauma so shes easier to mould. They open the door and pull her in front of them. Tjey put their foot square on her back and kick-shoves her into the room. They close the door and leer through the tiny window at their eye level. She collapses on the ground. The room is extremely hot, it feels like her lungs are collapsing in on themselves. She tries to push open the door but winces in pain from the door nob. “It wasn’t even my idea!” She yells at him. Cyrus shrugs. Not their problem! They rest their chin on one hand. With the ither the turn the thermostat down a bit. Its no fun if she passes out. And not like the other kids /need/ the warmth that badly. They check their watch. They should go now. They look down at their hand. Yikes, okay, they should probably take xare of that, too. They stary making their way up the stairs and to the exit of the building. She screams after him, hoping that maybe just maybe she can get out. The mask does not help with the heat. She bangs her head against the wall in anger. They look down at the stairway. Looking around, they spot another caretaker. They catch their eye and gesture to the basement. The man on the other side of the room nods. Cyrus signs for 1 hour. The man nods again. Cyrus opens the door and stepa through. •Poor girl• they think with no pity. But she deserves it. They walk down the hilly path. •Theres that cafe everyone at 'work' brings up. It's worth a taste.•

#red tinted glasses #mod syd #writing #novel #creative writing #roleplay #Chapters

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WIP ASK MEME

Thank you @notasapleasure for tagging me!

Who should I tag now? Maybe @zorilleerrant and @figuringthengsout ... And whoever else wants to join! It's two month old tag game so every writer probably have been tagged already😅

Now I don't believe anyone would be really interested in my WIPs (though you're all invited to surprise me!) I just hope that maybe writing about my unfinished writings would feel like actually doing something about it? And listing your problems could be the first step to solve them so...

Let's do this:

AND THEN WE DANCED:

"DAFT"* - fix-it-fic: I decided that Irakli definitely MUST see Merab sleeping in front of his granny's block. The rest of the movie plot I try to leave as untouched as I could so it is still far from easy happy ending. But at least I gave them time to think and chance to work on it. And whenever they feel relaxed they start to behave silly for that's the part of their relationship dynamics that I adore❤️ *Note: fic was inspired with Maurice by E.M. Forster where "a happy ending was imperative". I even made few scenes or characters' thoughts as homage to either scenes from a Maurice book or from its movie adaptation. But I doubt ATWD fans know Maurice and even less that Maurice fans care for ATWD. That is I'm not sure if there more than two persons like this, including me😅

WIP with working title: "DEFY THE WORLD"* - could be treated as sequel of DAFT (I decided to put here all the ideas that did't fit to main narration of "Daft". It's a bit like "Mary Poppins in the park" for that matter). All in all - Merab and Irakli are still together in Georgia somehow! I try to give very little details about place and time as possible (I was never good in world building, analysing interactions is what I prefer - so I trust your brains to fill up the gaps💪). I simply just enjoy writing short scenes and some cute aspects of their relationship in my free time. Some are quite good I think. And some are NSFW. *my first idea of working title was "Cud, miód i orzeszki" - it is Polish untranslable phrase indicating a very pleasant situation, and I love it because "orzeszki" means nuts (very important ingredient in georgian cuisine!) but also because you can't say the word "orzeszki" without ending up with broad sweet silly smile on your face - and that's exactly the mood that I wish for our boys!❤️

SOME JUST STAY UNSEEN (aka NIGHT NATION) explaination: that's my vampire story initially inspired with anime series Black Blood Brothers - especially with its minor character Kelly Wong and her people. The moment she told Mimiko sth like: "You don't need to worry, I just had a snack" in the most casual way and gave her that grin - she stole my heart and possesed my mind. Ever since then I've been wondering and analysing, and theorising, and inevitably world-building: were do young, poor, not-noble vampires like her hunt? Were do they live? How do they survive? How do they support each other as a community? My story takes place in "alternative universe central Europe", does not include any of BBB characters and also I changed some rules of vampirism - so I actually don't treat it as fanfic anymore.

Presence (1990s) - story of Robbie, the teenager who was just recently changed into vampire and is struggling to learn the rules of that weird new world, with help of his vampire older brother, Jerr.

Past life of other vampires around (gradually revealed in the main narration but Robbie often stays unaware of those): young widow Jen, jewish girl Arue (turned during WWII by The Oldest), her sister Pam (who Arue turned in 1950s), Apter (The Oldest vampire in this part of the area, changed in medieval times [the name is fucking stupid but initially I named him Sayo which turned out to be a female name]). Jerr's past remains unknown for longest

Human perspective of Alex, a teenage girl who became Robbie's friend

I was writing this story for so many years already (it's spinning in my brain since... 2009? Or longer?) that I feel like I grew up with it. I witnessed my brain gradually turning from empathysing with young Rob - to finally choosing POV of his older brother, Jerr. There's almost no romantic interactions, because I honestly never felt any need for them (I discovered that I am aromantic just 2 years ago - and now I'm fascinated to see how obviously aromantic all my vampire-OCs always were without me even knowing). The story is fucking long (about 500 pages in Word document) and needs huge edition (many important scenes I was describing 4 or even 5 times, always with a bit different details). And the whole thing is written in Polish - if I ever plan to share it I'd need to translate to English with Google Translator or sth.

Should I also list things that I most probably won't even write down? You may notice an obvious pattern of my interest through this... Have some drawings for entertainment:

STORIES NEVER TOLD

OBSESSION OF BLUE - story of winged people. Main character, Nomin, grows up in the country with other winged people only (I had a lot of fun with their world building) but then once is send on another continent to the country of wingless people and stucks there. So he tries to survive among them, hiding his wings and learning different language and culture. His greatest friend back home is a talking cat, Meton, he once got for his birthday. Very sarcastic one. Actually the most interesting character I suppose. Though I like all the moments Nomin behaves so weird in the eyes of the wingless.

KOSA - a winged girl from the same universe as Nomin only she was raised among wingless people in some postapocaliptic fantasy environment. Not knowing anyone like her she is trying hard to be a "normal" girl as is expected from her, though she has passion for long travels and climbing trees. Once she notices her wings start to turn black and she is terrified that she'd turn into a demon (could not know it is a normal sign of a adolescence). So she hides her wings and supress everything her heart desire and still feels like a failure. But when one day her father-figure gets imprisoned, she decides to safe him and that's when she starts to learn how to live and act on her own. That's the girl with sword

CAT RIDER - a young girl (Millie) takes care of an injured tiny guy (Drannen) who fell from the sky. Overcoming the initial prejudice the guy starts to like his young giant caretaker but one day have to return home (he leaves few jewels as gift for her and takes a kitten with him). Another part of the story is few years later: the girl who were turned into a liliput by a bad witch. She meets her old friend who is now a cat rider (she has no idea that he is also a prince). I had a lot of fun with world-building. Nuff said Drannen's compannions call her "the girl who is afraid of her meal" after seeing her reaction to earthworm on her plate

WEIRD TWO FOOTED CREATURE (aka Feet Fetishist) - young centaur meets a human girl on his walk, takes her home and treats as a fascinating exotic pet. Then he gradually learns that she is a person. And that's when their problem appears because centaurs' society is very conservative. (here's Ain and Ida)

WHEELS - very stupid story of boy meets a girl. Or rather get caught? Boy is on wheelchair and girl is... umm, weird? (well, not neurotypical, that's for sure). Anyway the story contains drinking for courage, memory loss, condensed silliness and stupid sexual puns/NSFW. And how was all this inspired with Wheels by Billy Vaughn I can not quite explain (there's also Sail along silvry moon I love it!) I actually always wanted to share this story (anonymously because of how stupid it is) though I never had the courage (what if it's only funny for me? Or if someone would feel offended? I'd burn from shame). On the other hand I guess there's no better place for it than tumblr🤔 But be aware that my most favorite relationship dynamics is "being idiotic together".

I even made few illustrations inventing my new drawing style just for these guys: (the girl here is drunk AF and I love her)

WOLFALIKES - Faith, Love and Hope are three brothers in fantastic world of wolf-alike creatures. Faith is strong (often called Truth for how much knowledge he have and how honest he is), Love is tender and wise and Hope is easy forgiving joy bringer. There's quite sad part because Love and Hope get killed by Hate, Despair and Lie... but they can't be gone just like that, could they? In the other part of the story there's interesting relationship between Faith and Temptation. More about three brothers on my deviantart

NO-WOLF'S TAIL - few stories within a story. All containing wolf-alikes along with demons, spirits, death and trauma. One angry wolf-character with dissociative fugue (after a traumatic quest with his compannion freezing to death and himself halucinating and almost freezing too) becomes a wandering demon-fighting spiritualist (but after another trauma he comes back to his old personality and remembers nothing of what he achieved). Other curious and adventurous young wolf is given the magical power to turn into a human to protect some very important girl - but once a girl gets aware of who he is it becomes complicated (while he's fine with eventually sacrifying his life for her but she's definitely not alright with it). And then there's also a grumpy outcast wolf living in an old castle with bunch of dogs (who despise and avoid him) and his only friend becomes a mouse. Both are disrespected by dogs's society and only have each other. Wolf gets somebody who cares about him despite being scared and the mouse (naive and good heart, easily abused by dogs) gets protection and self-esteem from the wolf.

SARIANS - talking cats on a quest to find a promised land. What's more to say about it? I was a teen and needed an excuse to draw bows and arrows, cats, dragons, foxes and goats... More about sarian cats on my deviantart

#my wips #not all of them obviously #I could go on and on #like with the one about white kangaroo #or the one about a wizard his girl-behaving-like-boy servant and the griffin family living on the attic #or a deer boy befriending a maned wolf thanks to fruity wine (and some rope)#I probably make a new story every two or three years but not all of them are worth to be mentioned #I like that I can just draw illustration of each of them - like a souvenir photo made during my trip to other world #frequently visiting other worlds #my fic

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Ginathon Episodes: Episode 215

Roy Stafford attends the station to see Gina, making a complaint that Gabriel attacked him the night before. Gina restricts Gabriel to station duties and launches an investigation, happy she might finally be able to get rid of him. "Do you think he did it?" Jonathan asks, after Gabriel leaves to write up his statement. "Jonathan! Is there... something you wanted?" "Depends what you're offering. " They share a smile and are about to continue flirting before Adam knocks and interrupts, asking Gina to come to his office for a chat.

Jack has made a deal with Gina. He can have several uniform officers as backup for the diamond raid that DI Cavanaugh and DI Manson are heading up (with Neil suspicious of Peter) in exchange for a CID Sgt. That Sgt is Phil and he's not happy to be sent to the Cole Lane Estate to investigate the attack on 'That Nonce!?!" Roy Stafford.

Unfortunately for Gina, Laura Bryant , an Estate resident involved in Gabriel's vigilante revenge on Stafford (yep, that Laura Bryant) gives him an alibi for the time of the attack. Gina is forced to drop the investigation though reminds him she knows what he's like. Unfortunately he knows about Gina's drink driving (as unknowing as it was) being hushed up by Smithy and Gary and that she also received 'Gabriel's' confidential information under false pretences when she was looking into his background. "I'd say let sleeping dogs lie, wouldn't you?" "I let nothing lie, PC Kent."

Gabriel thanks Laura for her statement and support and learns of a new problem. A loan shark is threatening his clients if they don't pay when he demands. Laura gives him a statement that he takes to Jonathan. Jonathan tells him it's a good statement, however he'll still need victims to come forward to build a case. Gabriel says they're all too scared to come forward and he thought Jonathan was supposed to be on their side. Jonathan says he heard what happened with Stafford and that they can't all apply his methods of 'policing'. Gabriel insists he was with Laura at the time and Jonathan just smiles. "Do you think Inspector Gold believes that?" "I don't have to answer to you!" Gabriel insists, marching out. Jonathan goes to Gina and tells her what happened and admits that he doesn't trust Gabriel. Gina tells him that she agrees but she has to run the relief and if he is out there confronting her officers it undermines her authority.

Jonathan: "I think we can remain professional. " Gina: "Professional? Am I anything but?" Jonathan: [shakes his head] "No." Gina: "I don't believe this, one silly kiss and you think you know me!" Jonathan: "I think I knew you pretty well before then." Gina: "For your information, what happened between us earlier was nothing so stop behaving like a teenager and start behaving like a half decent lawyer!"

Laura shows Gabriel what happens when the loan shark 'punishes' his victims and warns him he'll return tomorrow to do worse. She asks him how the legitimate investigation is going and threatens to take back her statement if he doesn't help. He promises he will and has an 'informal chat' with the loan shark who threatens Laura in front of Gabriel. Gabriel orders him to leave the estate. The loan shark laughs and tells Gabriel he's going nowhere, stubbing a cigarette out on Laura's carpet. Gabriel nods to Laura who lets in a group of masked men who assault the loan shark. When Gabriel returns, the loan shark agrees to leave the Estate. Laura asks Gabriel to be the Estate's guardian angel and promises the Estate will support him after everything he's done in 2 days to rid them of undesirables.

Jonathan pays Gina a visit to ask how the interviews went for the diamond heist and - without asking or waiting for a reply - tells Gina he's booked them a table to have dinner that night, 8pm. Gina doesn't look convinced.

Later, as Jonathan locks his office, Gina appears in her doorway.

Gina: "Well you've got a nerve, presuming I want to go out with you tonight, you don't even know if I like Thai food." Jonathan: "You look like a woman who does. Shall I take that as a yes?" Gina: "Look Jonathan, I'm not sure about this..." Jonathan: "Gina, listen. We're both old enough to know if you want something in life you should just go for it. Don't make a big song and dance. I'll pick you up at 7.30."

#the bill #roberta taylor #gina gold #smiffina #smiffinalong #ginathon #larry lamb #jonathan fox #todd carty #gabriel kent #laura bryant #melanie kilburn #scott maslen #phil hunter #episode 215

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A Game

Summary: Tony suggests a game that you, the unfortunate intern, get dragged right into the center of: who can make a woman cum the fastest?

Pairings: all dark!: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader, Thor x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader, Tony x Reader, implied natasha x reader

Warnings: DUB-CON/NON-CON (oral: f-receiving, fingering, tiny smidge of analplay) VOYEURISM/EXHIBITIONISM, BLACKMAILING, OVERSTIMULATION. The characters in this story are NOT good people. After reading the warnings, your media consumption is your own responsibility!

As Stark’s party mellowed down and all the guests left, you, the unfortunate intern, were called over to the small group of five Avengers seated in a section of couches.

“Y/n, come!” Thor’s voice boomed.

“Y/n, come!” Sam mimicked, deepening his voice to make fun of Thor’s.

You approached them as the men snickered at Sam’s joke.

“What can I do for you?” you ask, a fake smile plastered on your face.

Stark cleared his throat and raised a brow at you; a silent command.

“What can I do for you, sir?”

“A round of drinks please, and add this to Sir Barnes, Sir Rogers, and I’s drinks.” Thor handed you the flask of his Asgardian liquor and you accepted it, hiding the slight nervous tremble of your hands.

“Of course, sir.”

“Someone’s been learning their manners,” Steve taunted, and it took all your restraint to not snarl at him.

“Easy there, Rogers,” Stark interjected, noticing how your fingers clenched Thor’s flask tighter. “Pretty sure Barnes fucked the brat outta her couple days ago when he came back from that shitshow of mission in Bosnia. Got a lot of pent up rage there, Buck?”

“Mission just put me in a bad mood,” Bucky shrugged. “Either way, I don’t think I fucked all the brat outta her. Got anything left for me, doll?”

“I have nothing for you, you self-righteous, ignorant prick,” you spat venomously.

“There she is. I always love a challenge.” Bucky smirked at how your knuckles were turning white around the flask. “Now didn’t Thor ask you to go fetch us some drinks?”

You huffed, opting to bite your tongue rather than lashing out, and spun on your heel toward the minibar.

Three-months ago, you would never have imagined your internship interview at S.H.I.E.L.D to bring you here. Your interview had been conducted by Captain America himself, and just as things began to look promising, it was interrupted by a sharp knock from Tony Stark. Tony had brought Steve into the hall, leaving the door to the conference room open, and you could only sneak glances through the window of the room, hearing Steve whisper about how it was “a question of morality” while they both kept looking back at you.

You got the position, and the next day, Tony sat you down and gave you an offer.

The Avengers needed to be ‘taken care of’, as he put it, and you being a ‘stress-reliever’ would boost morale around the team. Most of the them never had time for the outside world (apparently saving the world was a big commitment?) and were rarely ever able to make lasting relationships. You could accept the position, be compensated monthy, and get to live in the compound, or you could decline, and walk away with your mouth sealed by the confidentiality contract you signed before the interview. Something about S.H.I.E.L.D. work being linked to a lot of top secret information, meaning you weren’t allowed to speak any details of the job to outside parties unless you wanted to get sued for every penny you were worth.

You had been on the cusp of taking the second option before Tony mentioned your sister’s job as S.H.I.E.L.D. as an agent. She was half the reason you’d interviewed for an internship. A couple words from Tony about her possibly falling into a fatal accident on a mission, and you took the position offer in a heartbeat.

You almost overfilled the glass while getting lost in your train of thought. Setting down the bottle of expensive whiskey, you placed the last glass next to the others on the silver tray, and picked it up, gracefully yet begrudgingly making your way back to the small gathering.

“Y/n, finally. We were just talking about who here can make a woman cum the fastest.”

The complete utter bluntness of Tony’s words caught you entirely off guard, and you tripped over your own feet, stumbling in your high heels to keep the tray of drinks from falling before Sam reached an arm out to catch the tray and another arm to hold your hip and steady you.

You ripped yourself from Sam’s touch without acknowledging or thanking him, to disturbed by Tony’s previous words to do so. You began passing out the glasses of dark liquid. “And you’re telling me this why?” Your voice was flat in hopes of showing Tony you were completely disinterested in any plans he might have.

“Why, we need your aid, Lady Y/n,” Thor answered a little too cheerfully for your taste.

“I won’t be partaking in your little immature competition of toxic masculinity.” You crossed your arms and continued. “It makes it seem that women are nothing but prizes. Games to be played by boys as they fight over the highscore. Toys.”

“Aren’t they?” Steve cocked his head, eyes glimmering with amusement while a smirk painted his face. The rest of the men chuckled at his reply.

“I think HR would be shocked to hear that Captain America is being a sexist dick to a woman in the workplace,” you bit back, but your threat was weak and they all knew it.

“I think HR would be to busy writing a condolence letter to your sisters family if, let’s say, on her mission with Sam tomorrow in Russia, a stray bullet hit her,” Steve replied. A quick reminder at the stakes.

Sam clicked his tongue and shook his head in mock sympathy. “Those darn Russians and their careless aim.”

He abruptly pushed himself off the couch and clapped his hands together. “I wanna go first,” he declared.

“Just remember, you can’t use your dick,” Tony added. “Some of us don’t have super soldier serum enhanced fuckwands.”

“Please never, ever say fuckwand again,” Bucky said, scrunching up his nose. “Besides, the hydra serum didn’t do anything down there.” He waggled his eyebrows while elbowing his enhanced counterpart. “Don’t think I could say the same for this punk here though.”

Steve muttered a ‘shut up’ while the group snickered.

All while they compared sizes like a bunch of teenagers, Sam manhandled you onto the coffee table in the center of the couches. You let out a grunt as you were shoved onto your front, stomach pressed into the tabletop while your pelvis was slammed into the edge.

Sam kneeled behind you and brought up two fingers to your mouth.

“Get ‘em nice and wet for me, baby.”

The men around you went quiet, entranced as you reluctantly took Sam’s fingers into your mouth, sucking on them and swirling your tongue around them.

When Sam finally pulled them out, he looked back at Tony.

“You ready?” Sam asked.

Sam hiked the flowy skirt of your dress up your legs causing you to squirm and pathetically thrash; a desperate attempt at putting an abrupt stop to this stupid game.

“You’re on the clock.”

At Tony’s words, Sam immediately stopped your desperate attempt at worming away from him by catching you by the back of your neck and slamming you back down hard on the coffee table. Much to your disdain, the rough treatment made you wet, and that was the last thing you wanted them to see.

But when Sam pulled your lacy panties down, you could tell it was the first thing he noticed.

“Fuck babygirl, I didn’t need you lubing up my fingers, you’re already drenched,” he noted.

You let out a soft moan as Sam worked two calloused fingers into your pussy. Although they’re thick and long, they were nowhere near the size of his dick and you silently thanked whatever was out there that he wasn’t splitting you in half with it at the moment. Sam released the grip on your neck, moving to settle the hand on your ass before giving it a light squeeze and a slap that elicited another moan from you. While Sam slowly began moving his fingers- twisting, curling, and pumping them- he leaned over you, caging your body under his broad chest, to speak dirty words into your ear.

“Baby, you’re so wet right now, I think you like having them watch you.” Your cheeks burned in shame while he picked up the pace. “You want them to see how well-behaved you are for me? Want them to see how you come on my hand like a good little slut?” he cooed.

Slow pumps now turned to quick thrusts from his skilled fingers and Sam groaned as you fluttered around him.

“That’s it. You’re taking me perfectly.”

Twisting his wrist so his thumb could also strum your clit, Sam was moving so fast you’d easily mistake him for a superhuman.

“Yes, Sam, please,” you cried out, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Uh-uh, babygirl. Wrong word,” he scolded, although his pace never slowed as his fingers brutally fucked into you.

“Daddy!” you screamed. “I’m cumming!”

You chanted those words, cunt clamping down on his merciless fingers. He gave you no reprieve, mercilessly thrusting into you, until you squirted, your release coating his hand and dripping down his forearm. Only when you were almost crying, did he finally remove his hand from your abused cunt.

“Now that-,” Sam stated, grinning while he stood. “-is how you make a girl come.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever Birdbrain.” You don’t have any strength to look at Tony as he speaks. “Give her a couple minutes before whoever’s next.”

Whatever the conversation was between them (you couldn’t hear it over the buzzing in your brain), it was much too short to your liking. The few minutes Tony gave you only felt like a few seconds before Bucky was getting up.

“Guess I’ll take a crack at it,” he announced, rolling his head from side to side.

“No one says “take a crack at it” anymore, old man.”

“Keep talking when your in last place, Sam,” Bucky quipped, however, his tone was still light.

You felt a metal hand on your hip before you were rolled over onto your back, now facing Bucky while your eyes pleaded with him.

“Please dont,” you croaked.

Bucky just scoffed, kneeling down between your legs and wrapping both arms around your thighs as he pulled you closer.

“Tony?” His hot breath fanned your pussy as he spoke and you inhaled sharply at the feeling.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Stark said.

Bucky wasted no time the moment the words left Tony’s mouth. He started by licking up from your hole to clit over and over, the lazy stripes already driving you wild. Letting go of one of your thighs to bring his flesh hand to your pussy, he pulled the hood of your clit back, pausing his licking to blow on your engorged bud.

“Such a pretty pussy, doll,” he murmured before turning his head around and speaking louder. “You guys seeing this?”

He moved his head out of the way to showcase your glistening folds. A couple groans from the men on the couches had you trying to close your legs, but Bucky’s grip was like steel (especially considering his hand was metal).

“Wasting time Buck,” Steve commented and Bucky just rolled his eyes.

“I’m pretty sure I can still beat Sam and have time left over,” he scoffed.

Bucky directed his attention back to your folds, this time, diving in right away. He still had the hood of your clit pulled back as he encased the bud with his lips causing you to writhe at the intense sensation. And yet, you were held down with practically no effort as he methodically played with you. Each time he groaned against you, you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, and by the time he started sucking on your clit, you were wrecked. Your hand found home in his brown locks of hair while he quickly moved his tongue back and forward on your sensitive nub that was trapped in the vacuum of his mouth. The coil inside you wound tighter and tighter, and suddenly, while Bucky began shaking his head from side to side, it snapped. Your clit pulsed rapidly while encased in his hot mouth, and you screamed, legs locking around his head while your hand held his head in place. He worked you while you rode out your orgasm on his face until you could barely move.

Bucky got up from his knees, grinning down at you, so weak, you couldn’t muster it in you to glare back.

“Now I think I really fucked the brat out of you,” he said. “What was that?” He cupped his ear. “Did I hear a thank you sir?”

“Thank you, sir,” you whimpered weakly.

You were so fucked out, all the next events were but a blur.

Thor had feasted between your thighs the same as Bucky but was more sloppy, although, your body seemed to love ‘sloppy’. His tongue was constantly lashing and worming around your clit, the wet muscle accompanied by lewd slurping sounds, and in record time, Thor’s suckling and licking had you tensing and building up so much that your orgasm felt like a waterfall crashing over your body.

Steve was just as methodical and precise as Bucky, also pumping his fingers slowly in and out of your pussy. He was sweetly slow, dragging out your pleasure to the point where you were begging him to come. His warm tongue dragged across your sensitive cunt, while another hand reached up to grab a breast and pinch a nipple. You felt like your body was on fire. It wasn’t until Steve had inserted a thumb into your ass that he finally allowed your body sweet sweet release.

Your head span as finally collapsing on Tony’s floor, listening to the muffled voices above you.

You didn’t even register Stark’s words as he announced Thor had won and Steve had come in last. You barely even heard Steve’s defense that he was just enjoying himself too much in the moment.

Although ten-minutes later you had a somewhat sense of clarity, after hearing their conversation, you wished you were just unconscious. Even better, dead.

“I’m tellin’ you man, I made her squirt. She definitely came the hardest with me.” Sam’s voice rang.

“Dude- she was literally grinding against my face and holding me in a headlock with her legs,” Bucky argued.

“I literally made the brat beg to cum,” Steve inserted.

“I’d say that by bringing her to release the fastest, it was most intense with me,” Thor declared, victoriously.

You were on the brink of tears as they talked about you. Until another voice cut into the room. A female voice.

“What do you boys think you’re doing?”

It was Natasha. Your head jolted up as you felt a glimmer of hope surge through you.

That glimmer of hope was quickly extinguished at her next words.

“Not inviting me to the boy’s party?” she scolded. “You think a girl might beat you by a landslide?”

Nat squatted down next to you, running a soft hand on your cheek.

“Well you’re right. I’ll beat Thor’s record and cut it in half.”

She began unbuttoning her pants.

“And I’ll do it while riding her face.”

#sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #thor x reader #steve rogers x reader #dark!sam wilson #dark!steve rogers #dark!bucky x reader #dark!tony stark #dark!natasha x reader #dark!sam wilson x reader #dark!thor #dark!steve smut

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 3 years

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Childhood

Father of Mine – Part 1 and Part 2

+ This Game of Ours

Jason’s eyes snapped open at a sound that no human should be able to hear.

Ever since he’d been resurrected from the Lazarus pit, his senses had grown abnormally acute – amongst other strange things.

Sometimes he swore he could even hear Y/N’s heartbeat. It was easiest to do with her, after all he was so intone with her very being.

But all of that made nearly impossible for anyone to sneak up on him – let alone in his own home. Which someone was. He could feel it.

Jason’s eyes glanced down at Y/N, who was sound asleep on his chest.

Ever so carefully, he lifted her body off of him so he could slip out of bed.

But Y/N was a light sleeper, unfortunately. She must’ve inherited that from Bruce, even though she wasn’t even raised by the man.

Y/N winced as her eyes opened just in time to see Jason grabbing one of his hidden guns from below their bed frame.

“What’s going on?” Her voice raspy.

“Nothing,” Jason lied. “Stay here.”

Now that she found out about another hidden gun in their apartment, Jason knew he was going to return to a lecture from Y/N. She never hid her hatred for guns, and had asked him to keep them out of their apartment.

“Jason…” Y/N whispered desperately, now more awake and concerned.

“Stay here,” Jason said, more firmly this time.

Then he quickly kissed her, leaving even less room for her to argue.

In only his black boxer briefs, Jason snuck out of their bedroom and into the living room without making any sound. Y/N had always been shocked at how quiet her giant boyfriend could make himself.

Just as Jason raised his gun, he heard the familiar voice.

“Put some clothes on, Todd.”

Damian stepped out of the shadows.

To Jason’s surprise, he was in civilian clothes and not in his Robin uniform.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, breaking in like that?” Jason reprimanded as he uncocked the gun.

But before Damian could defend himself, the bedroom door squeaked open and Y/N was rushing out into the living room.

“I told you to stay there,” Jason growled.

Y/N rolled her eyes at her boyfriend’s overprotectiveness. “Obviously I recognized Damian’s voice, Jason.”

Then Y/N looked at her half-brother for a second and quickly realized Damian had come there for a reason.

“Everything alright, Damian?” She asked carefully.

“Yes,” he lied.

Jason remembered when Damian despised Y/N. He saw her as a threat to his claim to the Wayne throne. But Y/N had immediately made her intentions clear. “I have my own reputation, money, and career that I built without a name attached to me. I want nothing to do with Wayne Enterprises,” she had told Damian as soon as she realized he saw her as some sort of competition.

It took Damian months to even acknowledge Y/N. And he really only did because both his father and Dick – basically his surrogate father – scolded him for not doing so.

Slowly but surely, the two grew closer.

Y/N didn’t put up with Damian’s attitude. But she also didn’t scold him like a child. If he was rude or aggressive, she spoke to him the same way she would speak to a grown man who behaved in such a manner. Somehow it made the boy slowly start to respect her more.

Eventually, they bonded over their mutual love of the arts. Damian was impressed with her photographs, while Y/N was honored whenever Damian decided to share his drawings with her. Y/N had gifted Damian his first camera. And Damian once gave her a few lessons on the basics of sketching and painting.

Who knew Waynes were the creative type?

And it was when Damian’s pets all seemed to be obsessed with Y/N that the boy finally decided to get over his original opinions and feelings.

It was by no means a short or easy battle. But the rest of the family was relieved when Damian finally accepted Y/N as one of their own.

“How about I make us some hot chocolate?” Y/N offered Damian.

The boy just shrugged, but she noticed his eyes subtly light up.

She never understood why he refused to let himself feel joy in the simple things. It was like she could catch him stopping himself from being a kid.

“I’m going to bed,” Jason announced with exhaustion.

It was clear to him that Damian came to see his sister, not him. And he was nice enough to leave the two of them alone. Even though he was a bit bitter that his girlfriend was being stolen from their bed.

Before turning back to the bedroom, Jason invaded Y/N’s space and gently grabbed her jaw before pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Gross,” Damian groaned.

Jason glared and pointed at the boy. “You’re in our apartment, demon spawn. I’ll kiss my girlfriend if I fuckin’ want to.”

Y/N just laughed as she watched Jason close their bedroom door behind him.

“Come on,” she nudged her head in the direction of the kitchen. “Let’s make some hot chocolate. I think I have some of Alfred’s cookies hiding somewhere, too.”

“I don’t know what you see in him,” Damian mumbled.

Y/N smirked and shook her head. Tonight, she wasn’t taking the bait.

Once Damian decided he didn’t hate Y/N, he jumped right to making it known that he did not think Jason was good enough for her. But she knew it was an act – mostly.

“Why aren’t you on patrol?” She asked casually once they had giant mugs of hot chocolate and cookies in front of them, making sure to give the boy extra marshmallows.

“I’m grounded,” Damian muttered.

Y/N tilted her head. “Grounded?”

It seemed like a far too normal concept for a family of vigilantes.

“Yes,” Damian confirmed.

“I’m guessing that means Bruce and Alfred don’t know you’re here…?”

“I snuck out,” he admitted.

“Why did you get grounded?”

“Father found out I was skipping school. And then that I skipped the school dance.”

“Why does it matter if you skipped the dance?” She asked, clearly confused.

Y/N was also struggling to imagine Bruce caring about such a trivial thing like that.

“Father wishes for me to have normal experiences that young man of my age is expected to have,” Damian said with a roll of his eyes.

“School dances are lame,” Y/N commented.

Damian sat up straighter, not expecting that to be her response.

“I skipped prom. I didn’t want to go,” she added.

“Why not?” The boy challenge, somewhat caught off guard by that.

Y/N shrugged. “Bad music. Bad dancing. Tacky dresses. Just wasn’t all that appealing to angsty, teenage me.”

Damian just nodded slowly, and then got quiet.

“I have no desire to be normal,” he finally stated after a few minutes.

“I’m not taking his side, but I get why Bruce wants you to do these things, Damian. You were robbed of a lot of things because of the way you were raised. I’m not saying that it’s bad or good. But I think Bruce just wants to give you the opportunity to experience the life of a – well...of a kid.”

“And was your life normal?” Damian quickly asked.

Y/N nodded. “So normal that it was boring.” She laughed, “My entire life was normal until I met all of you weirdos.”

That got a smile out of Damian.

But then it slowly dropped and he seemed to get lost in his head.

“I don’t…I don’t have any friends,” Damian finally whimpered.

Y/N was shocked by the boy’s emotion.

Damian was always composed.

“It’s like they speak a different language. And it’s one I can never learn.”

“Oh, Damian,” Y/N sighed as she rushed from her seat to kneel beside him. “I know it must be hard to try and fit in. But you’re not doing anything wrong. None of that’s your fault.”

“Father is more than aware that I don’t need the education,” Damian’s voice shook as he tried not to cry. “He only forces me to attend so I can make friends. And that is one thing I am unable to do.”

Y/N let him breathe and have an opportunity to continue before she spoke again.

“I hate school, so I skip. And the school dance seemed so ridiculous to me, so I skipped that too – even after father specifically requested that I attend.”

Y/N sighed, “And did you tell him how you’re feeling when he grounded you?”

Damian shook his head no.

She hadn’t expected anything different. She could easily imagine Damian lashing out at Bruce when he received his punishment, saying that the requests were a waste of his time and beneath him.

Damian was good at hiding his emotional pain – maybe even better than their father.

Y/N was sure Bruce didn’t have a true understanding of what Damian was going through.

“Can I stay here tonight?” Damian asked.

“Of course,” she gave him a sad smile. “How about we take this hot chocolate to the couch and watch a movie?”

Damian shrugged. But it wasn’t a no.

Y/N let him pick the movie.

He chose Fantasia.

When Y/N didn’t hide her surprise, he explained that he respected the animation and loved all of the classical music. Even when they did a child-like activity, he still always found way to remind the world that he was no normal child.

An hour later, both of them had fallen asleep on the couch with the movie still playing.

When Damian felt another presence, he awoke with a jolt and grabbed his hidden knife, holding it to the throat of the intruder.

But it was Jason, gently bringing Y/N’s sleeping body into his arms.

“Once again, demon spawn, you’re in our apartment,” Jason hissed with annoyance.

The man was completely unfazed by the feeling of a blade threatening to slit his throat.

Damian huffed.

“I’m taking her to bed,” Jason explained the obvious. Then he nudged his head at the love-seat across from Damian. “There’s a blanket right there if you want to sleep on the couch. Or you can sleep in the guest bedroom.”

But Jason paused, with Y/N sleeping in his arms, as he noticed a strange look on Damian’s face.

“What?” He urged.

“If you ever hurt her, I’ll kill you myself,” Damian growled softly.

Jason looked utterly unimpressed. “You’d have to get in line,” he answered, making sure to keep his voice quiet to prevent waking Y/N.

But then Jason’s face softened. “Look, kid, I think you know that she’s the best thing to ever happen to me. I’d die before doing anything to mess this up.”

“Hmph,” was the only noise Damian made in response.

Jason rolled his eyes and carried Y/N back to their bedroom.

In all honesty, he couldn’t fall asleep while she had been in with Damian. With Jason’s weird enhanced hearing because of the pit, he was able to catch a bit of their conversation.

Jason softly place Y/N back in bed and pulled the covers up to her shoulders. When he joined her on the other side of the bed, she didn’t even wake as she slid back into his arms.

Now Jason could finally go to sleep.

When there was a knock on the apartment door the next morning, Damian and Y/N shared a look.

“I’ll get it,” Y/N sighed.

Jason had made all three of them breakfast that morning.

But now Damian pushed the food around his plate, knowing this was the end of his small rebellion. Who knew what his new punishment would be?

Y/N opened the door to unsurprisingly find her father.

Bruce was wearing a full suit, despite it being a Sunday morning. On top was a heavy, black overcoat with the back of the collar slightly propped up.

“You could have least told me he was here,” Bruce greeted his daughter.

She smirked mischievously and shrugged. “I’m no snitch.”

Damian appeared behind Y/N, not seeing the point in dragging this out any longer than necessary.

“Alfred’s downstairs with the car,” Bruce told his son evenly.

The disappointment in both his expression and tone was obvious.

Damian looked up at Y/N. “Thank you for having me, Y/N.”

“Next time, use the actual door so you don’t give me or Jason a heart attack.”

Damian smiled at that before walking past his father and down the hallway.

“Can I talk to you a second?” Y/N asked Bruce.

Her father seemed surprised by the request, but nodded anyways and closed the door behind him.

“I think Damian is really struggling – more than you think, I mean.”

Bruce’s brow furrowed and he crossed his arms. “He hasn’t even been remotely injured from patrols in months…”

“No, Bruce,” she quickly cut off. “Not as Robin. As Damian.”

Bruce was quiet.

“He doesn’t know how to fit in, Bruce. And you’re putting a lot of pressure on him to live a normal life. Bu he’s never gonna have normal. That was taken away from him before you even knew he existed.”

“He said that to you?” Bruce asked.

She nodded. “In so few words, yes.”

“And I’m assuming you have some advice,” he quirked a brow.

“Well, yeah. Maybe you should just homeschool him.”

“Y/N, the whole point of him going to school is to be around kids his own age. We both know the education is beneath him already.”

“But that’s the thing, Bruce. He’s never going to relate to any of those kids. Going to school makes him feel like a freak. Let him get homeschooled.”

“He needs to learn to make friends,” Bruce argued.

“You’re right. He does. But not with the spoiled brats of Gotham Academy. How many superheroes are you friends with?”

“He doesn’t consider them friends!” Jason shouted from the kitchen.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Fine. How many superheroes are you acquainted with, who have kids around Damian’s age?”

Bruce’s jaw tightened.

“I know you like to keep your personal life away from Batman. But those are the only kids that Damian is ever going to relate to in some way. Do you get what I’m saying?”

To her surprise, Bruce nodded. “You’re right.”

Her brows shot up. “I am?”

Y/N had really expected him to fight her on this.

Bruce chuckled. “Of course you are. Out of everyone in this family, you are the only one who can say they had any semblance of a normal childhood.”

Suddenly his phone dinged and he glanced down at it.

“I have to go,” he regretfully told her.

When he looked back up at her, his face softened. “Come to the manor soon for dinner,” he asked her gently.

She gave him a soft smile and nodded, “I will.”

Bruce nodded in the direction of the kitchen where Jason was hiding. “And bring that one with you, will you?”

Y/N laughed. “He’ll go wherever I go. He’s like a puppy, that one.”

“I can hear you!” Jason called out.

Bruce laughed and stepped forward to give Y/N a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for looking out for Damian, Y/N.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Bruce.”

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phoenixyfriend · 2 years

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The New Torch and the Teenage Veteran

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A very belated holiday gift for @brawltogethernow! I've never written this character before, but I hope I did him justice!

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In May, there was something of a kerfuffle involving the Fantastic Four—or rather, Reed and Sue, because Johnny was at school, and Ben was visiting a friend in frickin’ Ithaca—and some of the so-called Defenders. It was cleared up quick enough, but Luke and Jessica—he got to call them by their first names now, how cool was that?—had enough experience with cops and the law to get some attorneys involved before anyone started talking, and definitely before they—Luke and Jessica—started asking Reed to pay out for damages incurred.

Who knew a PI’s camera could be so expensive?

Johnny spends a lot of time hanging around the Baxter Building. His friend count is… low, to put it bluntly, so he’s there when Jessica’s lawyer—Murdock—and Luke’s—Nelson—come by. They have a teenager with them, maybe a year older than Johnny himself, who mostly takes notes and hands things to people. Sometimes he whispers to Murdock about something Reed’s guys are doing, probably because of the whole blind thing. At one point, for reasons that probably have something to do with lawyer privacy stuff, the teenager has to leave the room, along with one of Reed’s assistants, and the Baxter paralegals.

Johnny’s bored. Sue him.

“You want a soda?”

The guy looks up from his phone, like he’s surprised to be addressed at all. He even looks around for someone else Johnny might be addressing. Then, “Um, yeah. You guys got, uh, like a vending machine? Or something?”

They do. The guy gets a can of iced tea. Johnny files that away for possible future use.

“So, I’m Johnny,” he introduces. “My older sister is the blonde in there, Sue Storm.”

He gives the guy a moment to process that, yes, the black guy in front of him and the blonde white lady in the other room are siblings, and follows up with, “You?”

“Peter Parker,” he says. “I’m Mr. Murdock’s intern.”

“You’re going into legal?” Johnny asks. He’s putting a lot of effort into sounding interested. So much effort. Look at all the effort he’s making here.

“Uh, no, actually, I’m aiming for engineering,” Peter says, “but I hit a bit of a rough patch, and Mr. Murdock was really nice about it and just… made a whole intern position for me? Mostly I do secretary stuff, and some web design, fix the printer, uh…”

He trails off, looking uncomfortable.

Johnny knows how to fix this.

“You wanna go up to the roof?”

Peter is a lot more relaxed about the height than Johnny imagines most people would be. He hasn’t exactly brought anyone else up here. Sue doesn’t count.

“It’s been a while since I got to be up this high,” Peter explains, leaning against one of the big ventilation box doohickeys, even though Johnny didn’t ask, because that would be rude, and he’s really trying to do better on the whole ‘friends’ front these days.

Also, Sue would lecture him about learning how to behave so he can make a good first impression, again, and he really doesn’t need more reminders about how much she’s been worrying about him being back to having no social life because all his so-called friends were—

Nope. Cut that. Not helpful!

Johnny is cool he is suave he is chill and a superhero and rich and a badass. He just… had to talk to this Peter guy like a normal person. Talking about being up high. That was a normal person conversation.

“Empire State Building?” he guesses.

“Stark Tower, back when it was, you know, still Stark’s,” Peter says. “I was… sixteen? Not a lot younger than I am, but it was a while ago, ‘cause… you know. Blip.”

“You got dusted?” Johnny asks, not entirely able to stop himself.

“Yeah,” Peter says. He looks uncomfortable, way more than most people who got to skip the five years. “You?”

“Nah, but my parents did,” Johnny explains. It doesn’t really hurt to talk about, now that they’re back. It’s just… weird. “I was ten, but Sue was already seventeen, which was close enough to being an adult that a judge gave her access to our parents’ accounts and, like… custody of me? But with emancipation? I dunno, the main thing I was aiming at with that was that it feels like she raised me more than Mom ‘n’ Dad did.”

Peter looks at him sideways, and the back out at the horizon, which is really just the cityscape, even from this high up. He takes a long sip of his iced tea, and then offers, “I was raised by my Aunt May. She, uh, she wasn’t my mom, technically, but she… basically was, anyway? I can remember my Uncle Ben—he died when I was thirteen—but I can’t even remember my parents. May was… she was everything to me. Only family I really had. So I get it, kind of.”

‘Was.’

Johnny… really doesn’t want to touch that.

“Did she do engineering, too?” That’s a neutral enough comment to make on that whole situation, right?

“She was a nurse, emergency room.” Peter smiles, and his eyes look wet, and Johnny would love to backpedal out of this entire conversation. At least Peter’s just looking out at the city instead of at Johnny. He’s, like… wistful. “She ran a food pantry? Like, as a volunteer? She was such an amazing person.”

“She, uh, sounds like it,” Johnny offers. He has no idea what to do with this conversation. Is this normal first-meeting stuff? Maybe it’s recent enough to be on his mind all the time. Grief does weird things to people’s brains. He remembers that coming up a lot in school, after the Blip first happened. Maybe he can just keep on the ‘family occupations’ topic and hope he doesn’t hit more trigger topics. “I don’t really… I mean, my dad’s a physicist. Sue does biophysics. Mom… isn’t really around, much, but Reed—you met him, Sue’s fiancé—he’s in aerospace engineering and astrophysics.”

He doesn’t know where to take that.

Peter takes pity, or maybe he’s actually interested. “Did they meet during the Blip?”

“Um, yeah, they shared some uni classes, sort of; he was the TA, and they started dating as soon as it wasn’t going to get them any flak from admin,” Johnny says, relieved that he can actually keep going. They already got kinda deep with the whole aunt thing, and both of them about the parents; maybe he should get kinda deep in response? That’s a thing, right, reciprocation in conversation? “Sue and Dad are really pressing down on me about doing college, but I still don’t really know what I want to do.”

That’s not even that deep. Dammit, Johnny. Be cool.

“I mean, isn’t that the case for most people our age?” Peter asks. “You’ve got time.”

“Well, yeah, but Sue and Dad and Reed all knew what they wanted to do, at least in general. I don’t even know if I want to go STEM, and that’s, like, a super wide category.” Johnny’s pretty sure he’d be good at it. He’s great at math, and Reed has him assist with ‘hand me the wrench’ duties enough that he’s picked up a lot just from the impromptu lectures that he sometimes gets.

But does he want to? Unclear.

“Take a gap year?” Peter suggests, startling him out of his thoughts. “Your family’s pretty rich, and you can afford it. Take up some hobbies, do some odd jobs, grab a weird internship that nobody else wants because the hours are too demanding or the topic is too weird for a full-time student; that’s how Dr. Darcy Lewis got into Astro, you know? Do some, I dunno… male modeling? You could pull off ‘Gap catalogue for the college prep,’ probably.”

“Gap?” Johnny protests, absolutely aghast. “Wow. I don’t know if I should feel flattered that you think I could model, or insulted that you think I’m plain-bread boring enough for Gap.”

“Sometimes you need a cool plate to distract people from how boring the food is,” Peter says. He’s definitely teasing. Maybe. “Interesting person? Boring clothes.”

“You’re mentally putting me in khakis,” Johnny whines. “We just met. What could I have possibly done to annoy you so quickly that you’d put me in khaki?”

Peter grins, and hides his smile behind a sip of his iced tea.

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#Peter Parker #Johnny Storm #Michelle Jones #Susan Storm #I figured the Blip was a fun way to do 'Sue raises Johnny'#MCU Spidey Movie #No Way Home #Fantastic Four #Phoenix Files

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prof-peach · 3 years

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if fans wanted to include peach in stuff they write, would that be okay? and how would they write peach's personality? aside from "FIGHT ME" anyway, i think that much is a given lol. i only really write the anime characters 'cause that's what i know, but it sounds like it'd be kinda fun to try making a version of ash that fits into this blog's universe! nerf'd Obviously, but i think she'd probably appreciate how hands-on he gets when training his pokemon!

Ok, I get a lot of these messages, and I often hear folks wanting to throw peach into their stories and comics and writings, and I will always simply ask that if it’s published online publicly, to be linked to it so I can snoop and enjoy the content too. If someone asks about her in your work, let them know about the blog I guess? But literally I love that people take this stuff, these characters and stories, and make new stuff with it. No ones making money off my work here? So where’s the issue? Go for it buddy, knock yourself out, I’m all for it.

For you, and all the others out there who want to add peach, and other characters to your world building, I will give you a detailed rundown of the main lot, and how they behave, what they do, how they function. You can use that, use bits, or use none of it, I do not mind at all. If you’re creating something, you’re in control, not me.

So, peach doesn’t actually fight people as much as you’d think. She’s very aware most cannot and do not want to do that, and so she likes to keep to herself with regards to that aspect of her life, she doesn’t ask to spar with people, or even bring it up at all, but people ask her all the time, even if they clearly would lose or become hurt should she miscalculate during the fight. She looks at people like they usually create problems, and often has a somewhat reserved nature to other humans. You have to work quite hard to get anything more than formalities out of her. She will dead-pan handle people with blunt and very to-the-point statements, aid whenever possible, but very quickly get back to handling the Pokemon she so carefully tends. Her focus is clear, she’s all about hard work, her very small select family, and the Pokemon.

Her brutal, loud and brash personality only comes out with friends, family, difficult humans, OR any Pokemon. She will joke and laugh and play with Pokemon, but clam up around humans, maintaining tight body language and generally will be a little cold by regular standards. She does however have some weaknesses in this emotionless shield she puts up. When peach was young she was always angry, which swung so fast to sadness, back and forth. Her teenage years it just got worse and worse, it was crippling at points. She is to this day, full of fire and rage, even sadness, but now she has learnt to control it, to use it. When she sees that in others, it’s familiar, and she is pushed to drop the front, and be very real with the person. Underdogs I suppose, people who get bad reps, but deserve the same as everyone else. She can’t ignore it.

Once you start to pry open her personality, you’ll find she’s a lot more laid back and fun than originally appeared, you just have to work hard to find that side of her. She will meme reference, can’t dance to save her life, loves her coffee, and can be caught in quiet contemplation while gardening. This hobby is her calmest, and often is why she can stay so level headed when her quiet rage boils up again. Without time outside she will become grouchy, a little snippy, and lethargic. Will not go in the ocean for any reason other than life or death, is fine with ponds and rivers, or water at wading height. Likes the rain.

With regards to her training others, they usually have to tolerate her somewhat strict nature. She is a little....unforgiving, holds a grudge if you make a lot of mistakes, and has no tolerance for ignorance in the age of information that we all live in. In previous posts I’ve mentioned she’s only recently selected two students, after many years of testing kids who want to learn from her. Hundred tried out, only two have ever been approved. How she teaches is very fast paced, be prepared to get some scrapes and bruises, she will test your physical and emotional tolerances with intense tasks, carefully watching students like a hawk. Bad posture in your stance? She’ll be the first to tell you to sort it out. Not hearing your Pokemon partner? Right, now you spend the day without using words trying to communicate, let’s see how you like not being listened to.

This is a woman who has spent her life saying very little, and watching everything, she watches Pokemon and can see an issue from a mile off, and in battles, her observations are why she can react fast, and chose effective strategy to avoid damage and achieve results. Don’t let her body fool you, her strongest asset is analysing, watching, planning. Those skills have over the years transferred to people too. As a student, mistakes don’t go unnoticed with this professor.

Her methods are harsh but fair, and should you prove yourself, she will protect you with her life.

Because of her disinterest in kids and lots of noise, she does pass the training of students on to the other staff members whenever possible. Grey takes on the lions share of battle lessons, he is far calmer, more open and friendly, with patience for people, and an empathy that peach sometimes struggles to have. When you go through a lot of harsh training, and difficult events, it’s hard to change how you feel or think, with peach, well, she’s been through it. Most do not come out the other end in one piece, but she did, and it made her strong. You may think I mean strong like buff and big, and yeah sure she is, but I mean it mentally more than anything. Peach will not quit. She has learnt to destroy the boundaries that stop people getting hurt, gone is the fear that freezes you in your tracks, that feeling that you’ll pass out if you go one more step. She’s learnt to ignore it.

This means she’s a little forgetful at how it is to be normal, to be vulnerable and soft and squishy like students so usually are.

She has her issues, but for the most part, visitors get a laugh, a smile, a calm assertive confidence, and facts. She will indulge those who have genuine interest, or show a connection with nature, an understanding of the balance that needs to be struck for everyone to live well together.

Despite her many flaws, she’s fiercely protective, and will go above and beyond to defend the island, it’s staff, the Pokemon and the visitors. Injustice is her biggest gripe, along with littering, and she doesn’t stand by quietly if something happens that seems unfair.

You will not see her without Valka, her vulpix, close by. That Pokemon doesn’t like to be touched by strangers, at all, and will run the second someone comes at her with that intent. Peach will scold you for pushing yourself onto her, should you persistently try to get close to pet Val. They are in sync, if peach is sad, Val is sad, if Val is stressed, peach is stressed, and so on. They are inherently connected, it’s just been that long, the psychic bridge between them has been built, and reinforced over the years.

The only other Pokemon who follows her so endlessly is Booker, a teddiursa who’s pretty rough looking. He quietly trots behind, grouchy and stoic, they fight closely together a lot. He lost his mom a long time ago to poachers, and peach took him in, and changed her whole life for him. Not many people know, but Booker was the reason she left the rangers, changed career, and got so strong. Will tolerate people petting him but isn’t keen at all, grumbles a lot and tries to move away.

You may also need to know about the others, for the sake of writing, she here a few more bits that may be important to you, or others wanting to do this.

Grey is very tall, very burly, composed, tells bad dad jokes, is a bit of a goof if allowed to be. If he sees a pun, he’ll say it. Can’t help himself. Very nice guy to work with, good at keeping people calm and grounded. Pokemon are drawn to him like a moth to a flame, he gives off warm energy, and has inhuman amounts of patience. If you wrong his family however, he will snap back.

He grew up in the city, loves to swim and hike and cycle, can snowboard, is really sporty. A total brain box with held items, and boosting stats. He will explore many paths, to make sure visitors and students get the information they need, in a way that can be remembered and retained for later. Is a huge guy, but will get on the floor to play with a tiny Pokemon. Treats big “meaner” looking species like babies, very good with all pokemon.

His free time is spent either tinkering, swimming, or trimming his bonsai trees. This guy stares at screens a lot, so appreciates time away from them. Peach built him his own little greenhouse for his trees and tools, which he keeps clean and loves dearly.

His methods as a teacher are built around fun and games, he makes hard work easier to do by distracting trainers from the difficult bits, and focusing in on something more interesting or compelling.

His most commonly seen Pokemon would be a houndoom, Saxon, old battle veteran, retired now to herding and being a good boy. Very gentle, loves a pet.

Pari, now a fully fledged nurse, often oversees the labs front desk and pokecentre features, such as healing pokemon, and informing trainers who come to visit. Her skills with eggs and hatchlings is high, she’s great with younger Pokemon, and hands out good advice to trainers a lot. She’s not a fighter, never was, but can find any file, any study, any book, and any refrence you may need. A true bookworm, loves her romance novels, chat shows and upbeat celebrity gossip mags. Will cry at a lot of stuff, be it sad or happy.

She’s got a seriously upbeat personality, but if caught off guard or shocked, she gets a little flustered. Too much chaos will overwhelm her, but usually she’s on top of things. The years spent on the island have made her better at maintaining composure in emergencies. With lots of siblings, she’s very competent with others, and has a good ability to disarm cagey people with her jolly nature. Because of this, she can sometimes gain information from trainers that some of the more harsh professors may not have access to. Charming is a word for it.

Her partners are an eevee, and a happiny. They are quite sweet and well adjusted, the eevee gets a bit bouncy if you get it too excited.

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