#Charlotte also isn't made for this but she's not gonna let that stop her

[aalyssah]

Fun Night

Pairing: Solo Sikoa x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,258

A/N: This was requested by @xxdevillexx. I LOVE this idea so much! Also, I wanted to say, sorry that this isn't super fluffy and that it's long. Hope You Enjoy!

You just got the opportunity to be a number one contender for the women's title.

You walked backstage, instantly being met with praises from your fellow co workers. "Hey, we should all go out for drinks as a celebration!" You thought about it for a moment. "Y'know what? Sure!" The girls cheered and parted ways to get ready.

You went to the Bloodline's locker room to get your clothes. "Y/n, good job!" You smiled even more at the praises of your teammates. "I'm going to the bar with a few girls, does anyone want to come?"

Everyone politely declined. "Alright, I'll see y'all tomorrow." You grabbed a pair of clothes and walked out to the girls locker room.

You were walking to the parking lot, until someone stopped you. "Y/n." Solo's deep voice made you turn around. "Yeah, babe?" He looked at you up and down, admiring your outfit. "You gonna be okay tonight without anyone coming with you?"

You nodded your head, throwing him a smile. "Yeah, I'll be alright, why'd you ask?" He looked around, thinking for a second. "Because you don't usually go out to public places alone, so I wanted to make sure that you were comfortable."

You loved how much of a caring and concerned boyfriend he was over your safety. "I'll be fine. I'll see you tomorrow." You gave him a kiss on his cheek and got your car with a blush on your face.

-

You made it to the bar and everyone was already waiting for you. "Sorry guys, me and Solo were having a little talk." Becky looked at you, raising her eyebrows up and down. "You and Solo, talking?" You shook your head, taking a sip of a drink Charlotte got you.

"Not like that you weirdos! He just wanted to make sure I was gonna be okay." Beside you, Liv bumped shoulders sending a wink. You rolled your eyes at everyone's saying. "So what do you plan on doing after you win the title, Y/n?"

Bayley asked, smiling. "Well, IF I win it, I'll try to hold it as long as I can for the legacy of The Bloodline." There was a look of disapproval on Sonya's face. "Uh, not to ruin your moment, but don't you think you should break away from the team?"

All attention snapped on Sonya. "What do you mean?" Sonya shrugged her shoulders, playing with the straw in her drink. "I don't know, I just think you should go solo or with Sami.” Your brows scrunched down in slight anger. "Are you telling me to leave my group?"

Sonya's eyes grew wider at your tone. "N-no, I'm- y'know what, never mind let's enjoy our drinks." She let out an awkward laugh, downing her drink. "I need something stronger." You said, getting up and going to the bar. The girls stayed behind, letting you cool down for a second.

You ordered your drink and watched everyone having a good time. You should be the one, not sitting at the bar after a small argument. You thanked the bartender, taking a sip of your drink.

Just then, a waitress came up with plaster of drinks. "Someone call for a celebration?!" Everyone started cheering, taking drinks. The drinks were so good that you didn't know how many you were drinking.

The intro of your favorite song started playing and you looked at Liv. "Let's dance!" Liv dragged you to the dance floor, grinding and groping you. Somehow you were pulled into the middle, all eyes on you both. "Shots!" Some random lady called out, drinks being poured in cups.

You also did some karaoke. It might've been a little sloppy, but people still cheered you on. You were having the time of your life, but then your friends start leaving. "Liv, I think I'm gonna go!"

You yelled over the music. "Alright, babe. I'm gonna stay with Rhea. Enjoy your night!" She gave a small kiss to your cheek and out you went. Your vision was slightly blurry and you stumbled as you walked.

You might be tipsy or slightly drunk, but you know better than to drive, so you pulled your phone out and called Solo. All it took was 2 rings and he picked up. "Y/n? Are you okay?"

You giggled, hearing his worried voice. "Y-yeah, could you- you come pick me up?" Your random stuttering and the way you slurred your words made him already know what happened.

"Y/n, are you drunk?" You hummed for a second. "No! I mean, I don't think I am?" Solo was already out the hotel lobby, in his car. "Share me your address."

You let out a confused sound, not knowing what he was talking about. "I can do that? How?" Solo huffed, running through how to share your location and was there within 10 minutes.

"Oh god." He mumbled, seeing you rock back and forth while looking up in the sky. "Y/n!" You looked at Solo with a smile. "Come on, let's go home." He tried pulling you to his car, but you began fighting back.

"Hey! Stop it! Leave me alone or else I'll call my boyfriend!" Solo couldn't help, but chuckle at your words. "I'm sure he'll know." He successfully got you in the car. While driving you home, he answered weird questions that you had such as;

'Why are there bright dots in the sky?' And 'What if people could teleport?'

He carried you in the hotel lobby, elevator, and even to the room, without a single protest coming from you. He gently set you down to the couch and began removing your shoes. "No!" You kicked him away, earning a hiss from him.

"Do I have to tell my boyfriend that you tried kidnapping me, and that you're trying to undress me? I will NOT let that happen!" Solo laughed, putting his face in his hands. You ended up taking your shoes off.

He guided you to the bathroom and turned the water on. "Take the your clothes off and get in." He left out, getting a microwavable Mac & Cheese cup and some left over chicken ready for you to eat. Solo came back, sitting on the ground and put your favorite soap on the loofah.

He gently scrubbed your body, surprised that you sat still. Next squirted some shampoo in his hand and gave you a scalp massage. You sat back, finally feeling relaxed as his nails gently scratched at a particular part.

It was cut short when the water came back on, rinsing the shampoo out. He grabbed a towel, holding it out for you when you jumped in his arms. He dried you off and put you over his shoulder as he dropped you on the bed.

“Change and I'll get you some food." He went back to the kitchen, thinking you would grab some of your clothes, but of course when he saw you, you were wearing one of his shirts and a pair of panties.

He let you get situated on the bed before handing you the cup. "Eat at least 6 bites and then you can go to sleep." As soon as he said that, he took notice of how droopy your eyes looked.

He went to change into his own pajamas, but when he came back, you were already asleep. He took the cup and placed it on the nightstand before cuddling you to his chest.

He can’t wait to tell you all about the fun night you had.

#solo sikoa #solo sikoa fluff #solo sikoa imagine #solo sikoa smut #solo sikoa x reader #solo sikoa fic #wwe fluff #wrestling fluff #wwe smut

[thekatebridgerton]

I was thinking about something, Anthony got the chance to do a ROYAL MESS and quite much got away with it bc there wasn't real consecuenses for his actions, I mean, if he can do that, are the stakes for Benophie no longer that big? if the queen is gonna forvige anything you do no matter how big and scandalous then what would stop them?

to see my thoughts on the Kanthony comment anon, see my previous post.

I'd like to like to point out that Netflix isn't known for staying faithful to the source material anyway, so they can make up as many stakes as they want for the Benophie season. It's what they did for the Kanthony season and what I fully expect them to do for the Polin season. As in, dramatize as much as possible the consequences of them being together as an excuse for having the couple share very little screen time.

Maybe this time, instead of Sophie just being illegitimate and a maid, the show will dramatize Araminta's accusation of Theving as big as possible. So now, the problem isn't that Benedict is marrying a commoner, it's that he's contemplating marrying a thief running from *puts on reading glasses* Araminta and the queen?

Maybe Sophie stole something from the queen. Yeah. that would raise the stakes.

But don't worry, even if she's illegitimate, or a commoner, or a thief, or murdered Cavander on her way out. We can always count on Queen C handing out royal pardons like they're nothing. But only after the couple suffers quite a lot for the viewers entertainment and pleasure.

Who knows, maybe for the Benophie season, it will be the king handing out the royal pardon in one of his moments of lucidity. Maybe she's discovered to be the illegitimate child of one of his beloved female relatives who disappeared for some mysterious reason. And Ben and Sophie can now live happily ever after with cero consequences for their shenanigans.

Lets admit it, we all want our main characters to be happy no matter into how much trouble they get. I don't see the problem with having the queen as basically a magic fairy that waves away everything bad at the end of the season. I try not to think about it too much because I understand that Bridgerton only has so much ammount of screentime to resolve a plotline before a small plot hole becomes a storyline error.

If my favorite characters actually suffered consequences, then Bridgerton would be *shudders* realistic...

Which is something nobody wants to see in the show where women wear plastic tiaras and 21st century makeup to a regency ball. Does it bother me a little bit that Eloise could rock up to a neighborhood even her servants were afrid of, wearing her gucci best without consequences? yes it does. But that situation also bothers me in the Titanic, where rose and jack dance among the commoners without a care of the fact that Rose wealthy outfit is attracting stares. That doesn't make me enjoy the Titanic any less.

Does it bother me that Thomas got away with ruining Hanna and Colin's wedding at the last minute when he declared his love for Hanna in Made of Honor? Well, yes, a little bit, if the movie had been made for realistic purposes, Thomas would have paid Colin and his family all they invested in that wedding that never was. I mean, come on, if the guy spoke up sooner Colin and Hanna could have gotten the venue deposit back (were venue deposits still a thing in 2008?). That doesn't mean I don't enjoy and laugh at Patric Dempsey every single time he tries to pull off some mad scheme to get Hanna's attention.

That sentiment also applies to Edwina and Anthony's wedding. And I really hope that off camera Anthony offered to pay the queen back all she invested in the cake, the venue, the caterers and the music. But that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy the fact that Kate and Anthony got away with things scot free, since I as the viewer want to see the happy ending anyway, even if the plot device used to get the happy ending is flimsy and poorly executed, as it was with Queen Charlotte's royal 'they can do whatever they want because they are inlove' decree.

If I wanted realism I would be watching the news. Now bring back the days where Marvel Superheroes didn't die please. I miss black widow. Not every screenwriter needs to be George RR I-kill-you-faves-for-shock-value Martin (JK, we love you GRRM, please finish Winds of WInter)

My point is, don't let stuff like that ruin your enjoyment of a show that's perfectly good on its own. Bad writing and all, Bridgerton is fun to watch.

And that's the tea

#bridgerton #stakes #and shock value #bold of you to assume I want my shows to have stakes #no #the more unrealistic the better the writing gets #at least when it comes to romance #not when it comes to riverdale

[goji-pilled]

HAVING THOUGHTS HAD THOUGHTS READ A FAN COMIC ON DYNASTY SCANS I FOUND ON PIXIV AND THEN HAD EVEN MORE THOUGHTS!!!

...

Today started off so well for Homura. Well, okay honestly the day had been pretty shit. But it was a pretty good week in comparison to all her other Marches! She'd let herself be pulled around by Madoka in school, made a pseudo peace treaty with Sayaka and Mami, and was actually hanging out with Hitomi which always threw her off her game; she still isn't over that time Hitomi confessed to her on the day she was suppossed to confess to Kamijo.

Good for her, in that timeline, she figured it out.

Anyways back to the now, where Homura was slowly shimmying a small dagger inbetween her binded arms and the ribbons trapping her. She thought she had been doing well in appeasing to Mami and her standards, making sure she kept the Incubator maiming to a minimum, thinking her thoughts out before speaking the same lines verbatum as she had every other tineline.

Guess Mami just hates cryptics and the shifty aura Homura has now. Probably a side affect of all their cosmic potential compunding on themselves due to their ties with a time travelor. Homura doesnt like thinking about that theory too often or too much...

Snapping sounds and fading ribbons, as well as the cold reunion with the soft yet hard linolium candy floor broke Homura out of her musings. Sprinting towards the center of the labyrinth, Homura pulled out a belt of hand grenades out of her shield and one magnum of a pitsol. The only way she ever found to mercy kill put an end to Momoe Nagisa the tenacious Sweets Witch was with more "Over" instead of "kill". Door in sight Homura readied the sand in her shield to flow and stop time.

Bursting through the portal the time traveler bore witness to the sight of two potential magical cadidates clutch each other tightly, dread and fear plastered on their faces as they looked to the center of the arena. One magical girl veteran was moments away from losing her head as a giant worm creature with a clowns face was about to chomp its pearly white teeth down on Tomoe's head.

Her plan was obvious.

Stopping time Homura dropped the grenade by Sayaka's feet, leaving one to grip with her own. Pouring power into legs the raven flew towards the lonely blonde and knocked her aside, taking her place. Just as Homura was about to pull the pin the samd of her shield stopped flowing, and time started to resume once more. Before her head was about to be removed from her body, she saw Mami's shellshocked face out of the corner of her eyes, glistening tears gathering up around the veteran's own as understanding and realization shown through the tears.

All Akemi Homura could think at the moment, however, was "This is gonna hurt".

And then everything went black

...

...

Akemi Homura wasn't afraid of dying. She had long come to accept that she'd one day die - most likely alome, in the middle of the street somewhere - and that she'd be another tragedy in the play of life.

Being a Magical Girl TM didn't change that fact, nor her acceptance of her reality, but it did give her the chance to live probably a bit longer than she would've had. Or not, she has never seen nor heard of a magical girl who lived past forty let alone twenty, but a girl can dream!

And she had big dreams.

Comeing back from being un-alive wasn't a clean process. As soul gems hold their entire beings and lives - hence the name "soul gem", fucking Incubator - it'd be more accurate to say Homura had an out of body experience for a little bit. Granted she still had all of her senses from her body, but she more or less became her gem since she didn't have a brain to do any more complex cognitive abilities such as think. It was always very weird, but it was also at times soothing. Rarely.

Blinking her newly reformed eye lids around her new eyeballs in her new head, Homura noticed several things that shouldn't be happening.

One was the fact that Charlotte the Sweets Witch, who 5 out of 5 times would sooner eat anything whole than literally do anything else, was curling in on herself as a mournful look was plastered on her face. Second, was Tomoe Mami trying to comfort the witch instead of the two civilans who were latching onto eachother so tightly as if their lives depended on it. Finally, tear stricken Madoka was hugging a magical girl Sayaka as the blue bull wore her uniform and tried to comfort her best friend.

Oh and Kyubey's corpse was hanging out of Charlotte's mouth.

What the fuck-

Gingerly lifting herself off the ground, Homura alerted all four denezins of the current pockrt dimension to her. Cries of her name from Madoka and Mami, along with the nickname of "transfer student" from Sayaka were followed by a speeding cotton candy swirl of pink and blue toppling her back to the ground and hugging her.

"...Could someone care to explain what happened while I was... gone?" Callous, yes, but she was a pragmatic sort.

Sniffling back her tears, Madoka raised her head to look into Homura's eyes. "W-When we saw y-you save M-M-Mami-senpai, we saw your body..." a whimper and soon Madoka was back to burying her head into the brunette's bloody collar.

"Yeah... after we saw you g-give your life to save Mami, I panicked and made a wish with Kyubey." Sayaka looked heavily guilty, as if she was confessing to a magmonious sin she was and she did. "When Mami snapped out of... her funk, she aimed her guns at the witch, and I was right there with her. B-but then..." turning to the only other pair, the trio saw Mami still comforting the witch who had shifted back into her harmless doll form. "The witch just- Stopped. It was as if, it knew what id did, and was horrified of it. We all didn't say anything and it all just, stopped."

She raised a hand and pointed to what remained of the Incubator's vessel. "Then Kyubey started saying thaf we should kill it while it was distracted. Then it-"

"It ate Kyubey." Madoka lifted herself away from Homura, blood smeared across her forehead. "It looked so, so angry. When it saw you there was nothing but sadness in its eyes. But when it saw Kyubey... there wasn't angthing, nothing but anger and hate." Finishing up Sayaka's explanation, Madoka reached her arms towards her best friend and hugged Homura tighter between them.

This- this was all... new. This has never happened before. Everytime Mami lost her life to the Sweets Witch, there was nothing else but a desire to eat and consume by Charlotte. Yet now, when she took her old friend's place, Charlotte grew horrified of her actions. What had changed between now and March 16th for such a change to occur? What was it that allowed such a chsnge to occur?

...What happened before March 16 for Momoe Nagisa to act this way?

Footsteps broke her train of thought as Mami transformed out of her magical girl uniform and back into her clothes before she came to labyrith, a snug sundress with a light sweater and jeans, carrying the doll in her arms as if it were a crying baby. The calm, steely look on her face unnerved Homura and the time traveler couldn't help but wonder what was going on in that fragile and lonely girl's head. Based on how her eyes wavered, darting between the three girls before locking back onto hers, as if she herself had all of them, Tomoe had questions.

And they were going to have a long talk.

lore!!! implied history!!! the beginning of the beginning of DW AU, as far as I've thought uo and am concerned right now. tune in next time when i have even more thoughts!

OHO THATS A GOOD TAKE ON THIS TOO

#felix answers #very cool indeed 👀👀 #io3

[toomanythought]

Julius sends the captains on team-building retreats you heard it here first folks.

#black clover #i can't stop imagining him forcing them all to go camping or something #Yami knows how to do everything because he spent a good amount of time just traveling #but he doesn't help anyone because he thinks it's funny #fuegoleon is the only other person there capable of starting a fire but if he didn't have fire magic he'd be useless #the captain of the purple orcas *disappears under mysterious circumstances* because I'm not really sure how either of them would fair #nozel isn't made for this lifestyle and keeps trying to get Dorothy to let him into the dream world #but dorothy wants to have fun and go camping #what she lacks in ability she makes up for in enthusiasm #Charlotte also isn't made for this but she's not gonna let that stop her #(has to show off for Yami too possibly) #i get the vibe that Jack probably could survive on his own if he tried but he doesn't try and instead causes problems #William also disappears under mysterious circumstances but it's because he decided to sleep in a tree #rill is ready to paint nature #he is not ready to forage for food #eventually Yami leaves and comes back with a bunch of fish+other edible things and clean water #'so you idiots don't starve yourselves to death' #and Dorothy proceeds to go #'Aw you do care' #a week later Julius swings by to pick them all up like a parent collecting his kids from summer camp and they are Changed individuals #Julius: did you learn any new magic? #Nozel: we learned how Not to put out a fire if that's what you're asking #William: and that just because the birds can eat it doesn't mean you can too #rill: does how to fight a bear count? because I did that #everyone else: 👁️👁️- excuse me?? what? #yami: there weren't even bears?? #rill: yeah well what did i fight then #yami: not a bear??? #magic knight captains #why isn't this showing up in the tags i spent so much time writing tags

[grimoireofwritings]

Headcanons: The Magic Knight Captains & Their Art Styles

Just some random idea that came to me today while reminiscing on what the Captains do in their free time. I began to picture how it would play out if each of them were instructed to show us their art skills! Here's what I came up with.

Captain William Vangeance:

This man is not too bad at art! He doesn't put a lot of pressure on himself to make perfect sketches and he has low expectations for himself... So he mainly considers it a hobby set aside for his rare moments of leisure time. Since he's so chill about it, his sketches come out looking nice when he's more relaxed. This is usually the case since he prefers using his bird journal - he likes to bird-watch and put together little drawings of the winged friends he sees while laying all content out in his garden. He's no prodigy but his hand-eye coordination is pretty good and after years of practice his birds and trees turn out pretty impressive. Very embarrassed if asked to show people though.

Credit: Found in a "how to draw" guide.. no name

Captain Nozel Silva:

He prefers appreciating sophisticated art made by others.. and really doesn't care much for making it himself. If he draws anything, it'll usually be rushed - as he knows he's got more important matters to focus on.. Still, he is capable of putting together a sketch every now and again of something simple. Usually plain posable objects. At the end of the day, he's not really a big art freak and even at a nice art museum he gets bored after an hour or so.

Credit: unlisted. Message if you know where it's from!

Captain Fuegoleon Vermillion:

He likes art, a lot! Like William he's no prodigy, but it makes him happy so that's enough for him. He prefers to paint, and his subjects are often women, focusing on anatomy because he enjoys exploring movement / dimension through bodily posing. He likes painting silhouettes that are dancing and often have flowing clothing, or hair. Definitely focuses on the beauty, passion, and artistic self expression side of it. He isn't as open about it because Mereoleonna poked fun at him for it so much and he'd rather not deal with any of that again.. but people who know about it always talk about how he's quite talented.

Credit: Anastassia Orehova

Captain Yami Sukehiro:

He's listed in the manga's assorted questions brigade as the #2 ( Behind Rill) judge of artistic style and taste! He's got an excellent eye for art, and he can be really creative medium wise, but I still feel like he's a bit too lazy to sit down for a long time and really commit to a canvas or sketchbook. He doesn't find it rewarding enough for his attention span.. but he seems to be pretty good at making simplistic, cartoon styles really expressive.

Credit: Olga Shvartsur

Captain Rill Boismortier:

He is ALL about color, vibrancy, and bold presentation! His paintings are always so full of vivid life and brightness, it's clear to see he's a person carrying a wondrous imagination and endless creativity. Everything he's made seems like it's bursting with optimism and excitement, as if the artist couldn't contain himself. He is extremely versatile and can tackle almost any subject, which is super impressive for his age. His one flaw I'd say is that sometimes his paintings, despite being gorgeous technicality wise, can get a little busy or cluttered as he struggles to not get carried away with all the different expressive ideas he comes up with. He's still learning!! ( Bonus headcanon: Rill has a mandatory weekly art class set aside as "training" for the Aqua Deer magic knights.. Everyone attends regardless of their actual interest levels because nobody wants to handle seeing Rill devastated that people didn't show.)

Credit: Svenja Jodicke

Captain Dorothy Unsworth:

Pretty self explanatory? She's a kawaii sailor moon theme anime waifu. All her drawings are magical anime girls... But they only appear in her dreams, so nobody knows she can draw well!!

Credit: source link to deviantart page was a removed account 😭 please lmk if you know the artist

Captain Jack the Ripper:

Nobody wants to talk about Jack's art. He doesn't wanna draw and nobody wants him to draw. Anything he makes is simply a cursed image, no questions asked. He's got the artistic skills of a grade schooler... And even though he can be somewhat creative, the fact that there's always some kind of disturbing / violent undertone incorporated within the picture... It just looks like a demented child's drawing.

Credit: could not find name but it's a canvas displayed in "The Museum of Bad Artwork" labelled as "The Butcher" and tbh that makes it even more terrifying

Captain Charlotte Roselei

She's listed in the top three WORST artists / judges of fine arts in canon... Which is interesting to me, lol. I think she probably stopped trying a long time ago after being teased for how her stuff turns out, lol. She tried drawing or painting and would get frustrated with her inability to create an image she's picturing in her mind.

Credit: could not find name but it's a canvas displayed in "The Museum of Bad Artwork"

Captain Kaiser Granvorka:

I don't know a whole lot about him tbh but I know he is also listed as an excellent artist next to Yami. I think he'd be really into sophisticated art! Kinda like Nozel but far more dedicated and passionate about it. Still-picture images, but he finds a lot of joy in shapes and objects, and messing around with shading.

Credit: unlisted. Message if you know where it's from!

And that is all my friends!! I am still trying to hunt down some art credit for these images, some were on Pinterest or just unlisted altogether. I'm gonna put them down once I come back and edit this post when it's not 3am 😂 plz let me know if y'all can help me out with that. I know there's an online site somewhere that's made for this but I forgot what it's called???

This was a lot of fun to make though. If you disagree or have thoughts, feel free to reblog or come chat in my ask box! Goodnight luvs 🥰

#black clover #black clover imagine #black clover scenario #scenario #imagine #headcanon #headcanons #captains #william vangeance #yami sukehiro #nozel silva #dorothy unsworth #rill boismortier #fuegoleon vermillion #kaiser granvorka #charlotte roselei

[neshabeingchildish]

Happy 17th Birthday!

As an older person, there are some people much younger than me in my life who have entered it and changed the entire trajectory of what I thought my life was and took up such a great space that whenever they move along, I just know that there will always at least be a space in my heart, where the space on our path together has ended. This is a tribute to one of those people, but also a look at beloved characters whose lives are forever changed by someone who came into it. 

@kiddangers​ HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I threw this together whenever I found out. Try to forgive and excuse all of the following: rushing, typos, confusion, and malarkey. I meant well. I hope you can enjoy. 

Happy 17th Birthday!

Whenever Charlotte initially got pregnant, she knew almost immediately and wanted to confirm quickly, so that she could tell Max, just as fast. She had it all planned out. She took the test, cleaned and preserved it, made a little gift basket, and planned a special dinner to give him the news. It came in the form of a miniature sized supersuit, sewn together to be practically identical to Max’s but… for a tiny human. He stared at it, eyes welling up with tears and she then gave him the gift basket. Congrats! Stuff and Baby memorabilia let him know that this was exactly what he thought it was. He had tears streaming down his face as he collected her into a hug. One more person to love with all of his heart…

And that was exactly what happened. Now, the beginning was pretty rocky. For one thing, Max had to learn that apparently his super genes wouldn’t win in the gestation time table. 😤

After a couple of weeks, she showed no changes, except for seemingly endless discomfort. In the mornings, she was nauseated. In the evenings, her appetite was terrible (nothing sounded good to her and everything she wanted sounded disgusting to him), and all along the way, she would have various complaints - her nipples, her bowels, headaches, fatigue… WHEN was this kid gonna put his poor little wife out of this misery? “Why aren’t you changing?” He wondered. 

She knew what he meant. She had known a few supers and she knew that their pregnancy went very differently than hers would. She simply reminded him, “I’m a nonsupe, Max. My body doesn’t do what theirs does.”

He nodded, “I get that, but I don’t get why half of them isn’t taking care and speeding this up, some.”

“Because… how could they? They’re being hosted in my body. My nutrients and my abilities are all that they have to work within. Sorry, My Greatest.”She kissed him on the cheek then dragged herself to bed. She was tired and not feeling well, hoping at least that her symptoms might die down soon. He was very eager to meet whoever this little one would be, but he was more eager to see her stop being so uncomfortable.

Max studied and did some experimentation… He probably could easily speed up this process, but unsure of the effects that might be had on either or both wife and baby - he wouldn’t risk it. Not even for science. Nothing came before her and nothing would come before Baby Max either.

So, after declaring, "He's gonna take a full 9 months, isn't he?" He gifted Charlotte with a new invention.

“Should I be worried?” She wondered. 

“No. You’ll be relieved!” He said and placed a bracelet on her left wrist. It looked similar to one that he had on and she wondered just what this was all about, but as he tinkered with it, she realized something… she felt great! She wasn’t tired. Her belly wasn’t bothering her. This was her first reprieve from symptoms in at least two months! He smiled slightly and wondered, “Relieved, right?”

“Yes! How does this work? Every pregnant person needs it, right away!” She cheered.

He sighed and said, in a low, exhausted voice, “I don’t know how well it would go over in the world. It’s a transferral system. That was the only thing that I could get to work in order to take away the discomfort. Maybe I’ll have a better model in the future.”

“Transferral system? So, it doesn’t alleviate my symptoms, it just takes them elsewhere? Where? Into the bracelet?”

“Correct. Only, the bracelet can’t really contain everything, so it has to send to another one and that one can’t contain, so it has to send to a willing participant.” He gave her a kiss on the forehead and said, “It is so good to see you comfortable again.” But, she winced… Max had taken her symptoms on himself? He couldn’t do that! He was a superhero! But… he made her promise not to take that bracelet off until after the baby was born. “This’ll be motivation for me to make a better bracelet,” he claimed. Really, he just hated the thought of him being okay and her being tired and uncomfortable, especially if it was going to be an entire nine months plus perhaps hours of labor. Not on his watch! 

Well, being a superhero with pregnancy symptoms was a challenge, but it wasn’t like Charlotte didn’t have to work too. She also did important work. She went into top secret organizations whenever they believed that a mole was in their operation and as an unbiased party, smoked them out. That required focus. Besides… The person with the body that the baby was inside of needed less stress and distress on their body and that was final. He HATED it, though. 

Every now and then, he would feel fine and have no symptoms… so he would immediately check to see if she had taken her bracelet off. He’d just be having an easy day. Those became more and more frequent and he was able to forget sometimes how irritating a pregnant feeling body could be. She was getting bigger and there was no forgetting for her. Even when she couldn’t feel certain things, they could become a discomfort. Max could have horrible foot pain and ask her to check her feet - they’d be swollen and she’d have to get off of them a while. Or, he could have a very sharp pain and insist that they drop everything and take her to the doctor to get looked at, confusing them whenever they asked what type of pain and Max, not Charlotte would describe it while she would look unbothered. As long as Baby Max was fine, Max was content enough.

Why was he taking so long to get here??? At 4 ½ months, she was still so tiny, when that boy SHOULD have been pushing out of the gates! She heard the movement in his lab and him speaking to himself, very passionately. It woke her up, in addition to vigorous writing on his board, and just other lab sounds that didn’t usually reach her ears in an abrasive way. “Max, are you alright?”

“I’m CLOSE!” He said, with excitement, but did not turn in her direction, because he was making corrections on his formula. “Because there isn’t a lot of coverage put into supes and nonsupes reproduction culture...” She said something under her breath, but he was still going, “We don’t know as much as we should, and I guess nobody has been concerned enough to create a scientific formula to prove that while it may not take a few hours, days, or weeks, it certainly still should not take the full 9 months of a child with no superpower coding! At least half of his DNA should be quicker than that!" 

“I say this out of love - that sounds wrong, so just come to bed, unless you’re having pregnancy issues because of the bracelet, in which case, let’s get you some medicine or sleep aid or something. I want to go back to sleep and your lab sounds unusually loud...”

He didn’t even seem to hear her. Instead, he pointed to areas on his formula, “And since half of his DNA should be quicker than that, targeting the genetic markers of his superpowers should enable us to cut the nonsupe/supers reproduction period in half!”

“There’s a lot wrong with that formula from where I’m standing, and I shiver to think about what might be wrong with the execution of this theory and what could go wrong with MiniMax in the process of figuring it out...”

Still in the zone, Max commented, “And although I’ve run out of time to make it happen with this first child, the ones in the future should be simpler for you, and better for us, in general. I don’t have to test it out on one of our children, because I can simply clone us and use their reproductive systems for experimentation!”

“That sounds reckless and actually unethical...”

“And once I’ve figured out what the missing information is, you still won’t be able to carry as efficiently as a super mom, but you’ll definitely be far beyond those other nonsupes in the maternity ward...”

“That’s not how DNA works and you KNOW it!” she screeched. He finally looked at her. She looked extremely tired. How was she tired? He had the bracelet on. He checked it and looked at the record. “Can you please come to bed and we’ll talk about how wrong everything you just said was, including how inefficient my nonsupe body is at having your baby?” She started crying right around when he realized that there was a short in his bracelet. Shit. She was going to have her own symptoms until he could fix it. But, it was more important right now to fix what he’d just done.

“Char... That’s not what I meant, at all.” He came over to collect her into a hug. “I’m not suggesting that it’s wrong or that there’s something wrong with you for being a normal human being, I just... I know your pain better than anybody. I hate the thought of us building a family, if it has to rely on what this bracelet has taught me that it takes for us to do that. I’ve always wanted a big family, and I’ve wanted that with you for as long as we’ve been together. But, I can’t in good conscious expect that whenever it takes you 9 months of just awful changes inside of your body to host my kids. AND, I learned that it’s fractionally harder on you than it would be someone with powers, BECAUSE of your lack of them. You’re having more symptoms than even the typical nonsupe, because the baby that you’re carrying takes a little more to process, because of me. I just want this to be a good experience for you and want it to be something that you’d want to do again.” He sighed, “Please don’t cry? I have to fix the bracelet. There’s a short in the system. Then, I promise I’ll come to bed.”

“Forget the stupid bracelet!” She wailed. He knew this was partially hormones, partially hurt feelings, so the bracelet had to wait. He had to get her calm, in bed, at peace and back to sleep. That’s just what he did and didn’t get back to the experiment or the bracelet for a while. He was pretty busy taking care of her and preparing for the arrival of their baby, in his time that he wasn’t out working. And he had to admit that doing so without pregnancy symptoms was so much better. 

After her current case at the office, she took her leave and in her free time, looked at Max’s work on his theory of genetic power reassignment, tinkered around with his formula, and created simulations for possible outcomes in various situations from his notes. Whenever he came back from assignment after she had been fooling with it for a while, now HE was the one looking at a virtually mad person carrying on about the possibilities, “And in that portion of the process...” She tapped the marker hard at a certain part of the formula, “THAT is where the magic would happen! Mathematically, no - your formula didn’t make sense. Because genes are just half of this and half of that. There’s this much from this side and that much from that side, but you have all of your genetic predecessors contributing and still don’t make cookie cutter kids. Why? Because you can’t really configure some of the things that you were trying to configure. But, of what you CAN configure, you could in essence power grow a baby, but only in the event that they have the proper markers, which you can find out, right here, Baby!” She tapped that spot again. 

“We could accelerate our future babies?” He asked, excitedly rushing over to the board to her.

“Our? Oh, no. I’m not gonna risk my kids by trying this shit at home. But like... This was extremely interesting and I can’t lie to you... I’m KINDA digging the thought of working on the genetic science of cross powered reproduction. Less than 2% of supes marry nonsupes, and of that 2%, only a quarter of them have kids! I wanna know the dynamics of the pregnancies, of their sex lives, even! I want... more knowledge of this...” 

The last 3 months that she was carrying, she had to spend a lot of time off of her feet/in bed. But, she took that time to attend online seminars, conduct scrutinizing research, and compile studies of everything dealing with the topics she had taken interest in. She even had began to go live on her page, from bed, with a little bit of lip gloss and mascara, to not look too busted, and speak about her findings and her thoughts on them. A lot of people became very interested in it, and a little community was created. She gained a following and followers that referred to themselves as “Charlottans,” who were all about relationships, reproduction and rearing children between supers and nonsupes. That wasn’t really her goal, but the more people who were interested in that part, the more she had the audience to speak on the science of these bonds and the biology of the children created. 

By the time she went into labor with her first son, Max had both fixed and continued usage of the bracelets. Labor. Was. A. Bitch. Honestly, he wasn’t sure why or how people had multiple babies if that was how it had to happen... Then again, he hoped and planned on them having more and he CERTAINLY wasn’t going to let Charlotte go through it, after having done so, himself. Once she physically recovered, those bracelets were placed away in storage.

A laboratory in Metroburg contacted them on their studies and Charlotte was given a grant to look more in depth into everything that she and Max had already been engaged in. He helped her out, for fun and curiosity. They became the team that “wrote the book” on Mixed-Mutation Mating, and Maximilian Chael Thunderman was one of their first studies in the field. Of course, they weren’t going to make him a spectacle. Mostly, they observed, journaled and saw where things could and should be applied or noted. The most substantial information in the field came from Charlotte and Max.

Even whenever she returned to her main career, it was always out there for her and her following moved without her attention. MiniMax had the life that any other child with his background might. He was closer to his father than his mom, but definitely still close to her. He was not a model oldest brother, but he was one that each sibling either looked up to or competed with, in a manner that wasn’t necessarily vicious, despite getting intense at times. Charlotte was thinking about all of that and her first pregnancy as she looked at him, getting some things ready for a mission. “Mom... Please, don’t do whatever it is you’re doing. I’m 17. A big boy. Practically a man. Technically one, really.”

“Never. That will never be a true statement!” She whined.

“Awww. I love it whenever you’re so sentimental, you forsake science,” he teased. He grabbed his cape and pressed his forehead to hers, “But, you and Dad worked wonders, so trust that I’m not only gonna be fine, but I’m gonna be good.” He kissed her on the cheek. “Dad and Aunt Phoebe are letting me fly the jet.”

“WHAT?” 

“It’s my 17th birthday! Let me live!” He said.

She sighed, “You’d BETTER live, or I’m gonna kill your dad. Come here. That hug didn’t last long enough.”He gave her another, longer hug and she said, “Happy Birthday.” He’d changed her life before he even arrived, and it was now changed forever. 

He let go of her and said, “I’ll bring you back something interesting.” That was his best way of asking her not to worry. He was going to be alright, and he was definitely going to always come home to his mom. 

- The End

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[reyskyber]

Love isn't all that it seems (I did you wrong).

I’m not entirely sure where this came from?  I had my writing playlist on shuffle and a song called “Burning House” by Cam came on.  I thought nothing of it, then last night while I was trying to sleep this idea got stuck in my head.  So, here we are.  I’m taking this as one of my last chances to write my post S4 angst stuff that’s been going around my mind. (Title and lyrics taken from Burning House by Cam)

I had a dream about a burning house,

You were stuck inside I couldn’t get you out.

 The world had ended.  Again. Now that they’d had time to stop and actually catch their breath (for what felt like the first time in months), Bellamy actually had time to think everything over.  

The ring was the perfect place to do so.  It was quiet save for the low machine hum; familiar and nostalgic, but also unwelcome and different all at once.  He’d grown used to the loud clanging of broken parts on factory station, and then to the quiet chirping of birds and other animals on the ground.  Until they’d all stopped.

The chatter dies away as he extracts himself from the group. Obviously overjoyed about surviving, their excitement was too much for Bellamy at that moment.

He wanders around the ring for a while, not really focussing on where it is he’s going, just walking.  It was something he’d always done, even in the tiny room he shared with his mother and Octavia.  Pacing and walking to clear his mind.  Except now, he can’t clear his mind at all.

Thoughts race through his mind, all of them bringing up mixed emotions. Relief that they made it; it’s short lived and is soon followed by a ripping pain and grief that feels like his heart is being ripped apart and forcing itself up his chest.  Tears burn his eyes and he blinks them away, stopping his pacing.

He opens his eyes and feels a bitter laugh rise through his chest.  Of all the places to stop, here he is at the window that faces the burning Earth.  The same burning Earth that holds Clarke.  He tries to bat the thoughts away but they creep into the back of his mind; images of Clarke running from the death wave, the radiation soaking its way through the suit, her face when-

He clenches his fists and bites his lip, hard.  He tastes the familiar metallic tang of blood, and feels his injured wrists cry out in agony, but it’s still not enough to dull the pain in his chest, not enough at all.

He looks down and sees a bottle.  He frowns and picks it up.  As he looks back up he takes the time to actually look at the ground now.  He tries to make out the patch of Earth that they landed on, somewhere in North America, he knows.  But the entire world is aflame, everything is fire and ash and he can’t tell where the oceans start and stop, never mind the separate countries.

“She saved us again,” comes a quiet voice to his left.  He snaps his attention over to see Raven staring out at the burning world too.  

He wants to say something, anything.  But his throat feels like it’s closing in and each breath feels like shards of glass making their way down to his chest.  Instead, he clenches his jaw and nods.  He can see the orange fires reflected in Raven’s eyes, tears welling in hers too.  He turns his attention back to the burning ground, back to Clarke.  His heart burns painfully at the thought.

“You think we can do this without her?”  Raven voices quietly, her voice thick form the unshed tears.  Bellamy stops for a moment.  It’s a thought that’s been on his mind since they, no he, decided to leave her behind.  Hell, it was racing through his mind before that, when she told him he’d have to use his head if anything happened to her.  She was right, he thinks to himself.  His heart stutters painfully and he steels himself, willing his voice to work.

“If we don’t,” he begins.  His voice sounds faraway, like he isn’t really aware of what he’s saying.  “She died in vain.”  Tears well in his eyes again and pain ripples through his chest at the admission that yes, Clarke is gone.  No, not gone, dead.  

“And I’m not gonna let that happen.”  He stares out at the burning Earth but isn’t really seeing it.  His mind is running in a million different directions and he can’t stop the tightening feelings in his chest.  Raven has stayed quiet, letting him finish.

“You with me?”  He asks, turning his head towards her.  He can see tears building up in her eyes, the same as his own.  She steels herself before turning to him.

“Always.”  

 ***

 I’ll stay here with you until this dream is gone.

It’s the only place that I can hold you tight.

 He’s not sure when it became a habit, sitting by the window.  Back on the Ark, there was always work to be done, or something to do for Octavia, or a “random” inspection to prepare for.  But now, on the ring, there was nothing to do. They’d rationed the food and Monty had started the algae farm up.  Bellamy had always seen himself as somewhat of a leader on the ground, but he’d always had Clarke.

Up here, he was alone.

Raven took over most of the delegation of tasks, keeping everyone (except him) busy.  They seemed to have an unspoken agreement that he needed more than just something to keep his mind off everything.  Most days he’d walk around the ring, keeping out of the others’ way.  He’d join them for dinner, but found it difficult to engage in conversation with the group.

Eventually, he’d given up entirely.  Resorting to half conversations about simple things like what was for dinner (likely algae), some days even that was too much.  He avoids looking out of the windows as much as possible, not wanting to see the only place that had felt like home to him gone in a wave of fire and death.  

He muses over that sometimes, how a camp of a hundred kids and wooden fence poles had felt more like home than four solid metal walls ever did.  It was the freedom, he supposes.  But deep down he knows that it was them that made it, the hundred, they made him feel wanted, not just needed for once.  

Some days are worse than others, he knows this.  If being on the ground had taught him anything, it was that loss and grief were a turbulent whirlwind of a combination; constantly moving, changing, and never still.  He knew this even before landing on the ground.  

 That’s probably how he ends up staring out of the window that faces the ground.  On his bad days he stares out at it, thinking everything over.  The ash has settled, the fire has stopped.  Nothing remains of the home he treasured so dearly. Everything is coated in grey and red from what he can see all the way up in space.  Sometimes, he thinks he can see a patch of green off in the distance through the ash cloud, but the cloud shifts again and then it’s gone.  It’s wishful thinking, he knows, to think that there is one strip of land for them to go back to.  

Other days, he thinks of the conversations he’d have with the people he’s lost.  There’s not much to do up in space, after all; no wars to fight, no elections to hold, no prisoners to break out.  Just the long expanse of time and nothing but his own thoughts to fill it with.

Somehow, no matter what he starts thinking about, his thoughts always drift back to Clarke.

It starts with his mother, the first person he lost.  He’d like to tell Aurora about the hundred kids with the same Ark-issued boots with rips in the clothes and fire in their eyes.  Bellamy likes to think he’d tell her about the good stuff – the teamwork of building the walls, of the hunting parties that were just like the ones from the old stories she used to tell him.  And, of course, he’d tell her about the bad stuff too – about throwing out Raven’s radio, about Charlotte and his erroneous advice.  

He’d tell her about Clarke, of course.  Of how this stuck-up, self-righteous Princess got under his skin from day one. His mother would raise an eyebrow at him and give him a knowing smile and he’d scowl back at her with a barely concealed smile of his own.  He doesn’t even know where he’d begin to explain Clarke to his mother.  She’d love Clarke, he knows, it was difficult not to, really.  But how could he explain how she worked her way under his skin?  Entirely by accident, and without him noticing at all, until he could turn to her once day and know in his heart that that’s my person.  

He takes a breath and leans forward, resting his forehead on the cool glass. Hot tears well up in his eyes and he blinks them out.  Salty tears track down his face but he can’t even gather the energy to lift his hand to wipe them away.  

He’s so exhausted, from everything.  From trying to survive on the Ark, to surviving on the ground, to fighting for his life, to leaving the ground again and leaving Clarke behind.  

Now, with nothing to fill his days, it’s like every wrong decision he made over the past year has caught up on him, weighing heavy in his chest and on his shoulders.  Nothing seems to make the load lighter, the pain bubbles up and over some days and he finds himself curled up, unable to feel anything and feeling everything all at once.  He lets the tides wash over him, let the pain drown him.  It feels right, he thinks, he deserves this after everything he has done.

I left her behind.  The thought races through his mind over and over, and he can’t stop it.  He feels darkness settle on the edge of his vision.  When was the last time he slept?  He doesn’t know anymore, everything blurs into one and he lets the pull of sleep take over.  In his last few shards of consciousness he sees wisps of blonde hair and burning, bright, red-hot fire.

He doesn’t sleep easily anymore.

 ***

 I'll stay here with you

Until this dream is gone

 He tries to pull himself together, knowing Clarke would want him to lead their friends in her place.  His chest still hurts, but it’s more of a dull ache now than a constant stabbing.

After six months on the ring, things are starting to improve.  Monty has the algae farm working – it tastes worse than the rations on the ark and the jobi nuts on the ground, but it’s food. Now there’s more to do; different kinds of algae to try and grow, improvements to the ring to be done, inventory to be carried out.  Bellamy tries to help more now, feeling he can face the day a little easier.

If anyone has anything to say about Bellamy’s absence from the group over the past six months, they don’t say it to his face; for that, he is grateful.

Some days are still worse than others.  Some days, he still finds himself staring out at the window, wishing he could hear Clarke’s voice.  Hoping he’ll hear that she’s proud of him, that he’s doing okay.  

It’s what she would have wanted.

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