#Gianna would kill to know

[apyrrambles]

which is worse, the pain of remembering or the grief of forgetting

#misuns mumbles #GOD I'm thinking about Gianna and Eddie again #bc oh Lord #Eddie obviously knows what happens #But Gianna has an 8 year gap in her memory #in which she remembers the first few months of possession in a hazy blur and then nothing #Literally 8 years of darkness and then oh #I guess I'm in rehab now and I'll be there for nine months #And then gets out #Doesn't even recognize Eddie because she's transitioned already #And knows nothing and wishes she did #Meanwhile Eddie hates that she can't even own up to everything that's been done #and wishes she could trade #to not remember the horrors. #And yet #Gianna would kill to know #GODDDDD I HATE XONTEOL I HATE YOU SALAD WHY IS THIA MY HYPERFIXATION WHY CANT I BE NIRMAL WEIRD GUY AND HYPERFIXATE ONE #LIKE FAMILY GUY OR SOMETHING GODDD

[evren-sadwrn]

john and helen au where nothing goes wrong and they make breakfast together every morning, they go take a walk with a puppy they adopted they go to parks and they take a drive at night sometimes and and

#john wick #helen wick #they are my roman empire #actually the thought of that disease never coming to helen is my roman empire #would things turn out differently? #obviously that would not stop gianna for example #from becoming a high table member #and then santino getting envious of her #but would that meeting with santino go differently now that helen is there? #perhaps in the living room #or helping wick put away the dishes #would santino even visit #actually would john wick kill santino in the continental knowing what consequences he would have #but with helen wick still alive #i truly believe helen was john’s sense of sanity and comfort #his humanity

[chaotic-mystery]

Not A Survivalist Girl

Part 7: Gore Whore

Pairing: Joel Miller x afab!reader (this is before he meets Tess)

Summary: With everything between you and Joel being tame for now, you celebrate Halloween, kinda. Please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface. I wanna be in the next chapter! (this can be read as a stand alone so it's fine if you aren't caught up on previous chapters but I recommend to see the dynamic.)

Warnings: 18+ only, MDNI. Age gap (alluded but not specific) Cute lil domestic-ish Joel, angst, Joel talks about Sarah just for a moment, descriptions of death (it was a clicker im sorry), swearing, Joel yelling and being cranky, mentions of pills, chef Joel makes his guest appearance, mask kink, daddy kink, bitch all the kinks that go hand in hand with those two sdknldnd, pet names (baby, sweet girl, little girl, daddy, Joel refers to himself as daddy, sir) unprotected p in v, spanking, choking, breath play, that rough nasty sex, manhandling, creampie. I think that's it but lmk if I forgot anything!

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Authors Note: Happy (early) Halloween, sluts! This is a way long overdue chapter and I'm sorry it's taken a million years to get to you. I just want to get this out of the way now and then we can get to the story... Gianna and I have both mutually decided we can't keep up with the story and write together with our schedules, it's not fair to you. Moving forward it'll just be me writing the story and I hope everyone understands. It won't be the last time you see us collab together, I promise! 💗 Also- Thank you to the Horny Bitch House for helping me with bits and pieces of this, I love you all 💗

The window ledges filled with orange and yellow leaves as the end of October was coming full steam, the warm days turning colder as each day passed. 

You and Joel were on the best terms the two of you had been on yet. He grew more patience with you and you learned not to piss him off so much for shits and giggles. 

It was mutual. 

“You awake, sweet girl?” Joel murmurs against your cheek as he peels back the covers. You try to bury your head in the pillows as much as you can to hide from him, hoping he’ll give you five more minutes to sleep since you two were up late last night carving out pumpkins that you insisted on doing. 

“Naah, come on baby we gotta get goin’. Need to look for supplies before it starts to get too cold to go out all the time.” His hands wrap around your warm torso and wiggle you around, biting at your ear gently. 

Joel had been up for hours like typical old men do and he knew you hated being woken up but he had a point. Your medicine supplies were getting low with how many times you’d stabbed your hand with your knife trying to learn how to use it better but that was neither here nor there. 

“Can I just get five more minutes, pleeease?” You whine and try to yank your pink blanket over you that was tucked by your side but Joel already sees your idea and snatches the blanket from your hands before you even get the chance to unfold it. He chuckles and stands up adjusting his jeans, sniffling obnoxiously. 

“No can do, doll. Get up, let’s go.” A hard pat to your ass makes you jolt and groan, finally sitting up to look at him. 

“Seriously, Joel? We have to go right now?” 

He stands between your legs that hang off the side of the bed and you rest your head against his belly, Joel’s hand cupping the side of your face.

“We gotta get movin’ soon, I already let you sleep way later than I was originally going to- you’re welcome by the way. I already packed coffee and snacks because I know your ass would start to bitch and moan about halfway through the trail that you’re hungry.” 

Your brows furrow as you look at him, mouth agape in offense. 

“Excuse me, just because I admit I bitch and moan doesn’t mean you can say it whenever you feel it’s needed.” 

Joel rolls his eyes at you playfully and kisses your forehead before he walks to the open bedroom door. 

“Yeah whatever, get dressed. I’m leavin’ in ten minutes with or without ya.”

Joel shuts the white wooden door and you scratch the back of your head before getting up to find an outfit for the day. 

Naturally you wanted to wear whatever you thought was cute but Joel having you outside so much was teaching you very quickly that comfort comes before cuteness. No low cut shirts today, a sweater and jeans to make him happy and to keep you warm for once. The sweater had tattered spots and a few holes but not enough to make you cold by any means. It just looked a little grungy and Joel noticed right away. 

“Baby, do you have to wear that sweatshirt? It’s got too many holes in it and I don’t wanna hear you tell me you’re cold as soon as we get outside.” His hand meets his hip as he finishes drinking the coffee from his mug. 

You look down and think about it for a second, “I mean…I’ve got somethin’ on under it, I think it’ll be fine. I’ll bring my jacket just in case, it’ll be fine.” You reassure him and grab an apple from the almost empty fruit bowl sitting right next to Joel’s arm. 

His eyes lock onto every moment you make and you can tell he’s slightly annoyed. As you turn around and grab your pack, you look at the door and ask him, “What's the matter now, Joel?” Your taunting tone makes him scoff a little, he comes up behind you and tucks your jacket into the arm loop of your pack. 

“I don’t wanna hear any complaints today, since you’ve got it all figured out, ok?” He spins you around to face him, hands still holding your biceps tightly. 

“Promise.” You give him a cheeky grin and kiss his cheek. He sighs deeply at your attempts to be cute and he walks to the front door to open it for you to head outside. 

With your knife in your pocket and Joel’s guns tucked in the sides of his packs, you two start to make your way to wherever the hell he wants to go. 

Joel never really tells you much about your destinations when you have to go out on supply runs, he just hopes you won’t ask because he knows as soon as he brings up directions, you’ll get lost. 

“So did you have fun carvin’ pumpkins last night? I like the face you made on it, it’s cute.” You ask him while you grab onto his ring and pinky finger, closing your hand around them. 

“Can’t tell ya the last time I carved a pumpkin. Sarah..she hated the inside of pumpkins- never wanted to touch the guts. So I’d empty it out for her and she’d draw where she wanted me to cut it and by golly she’d make some funky faces for them pumpkins.” 

His face wasn’t totally in your eyesight but just by his tone you could hear the smile on his face. You could tell he felt better talking about her, sharing all the memories he had of her. 

“Did she have a favorite Halloween movie?” You ask, catching up to him now so you can see his face. The fog from the river was clearing but it was still gloomy and yet Joel seemed to be shining while he gushed about his daughter.

“She loved Hocus Pocus. Insisted on going as the three sisters, one for each year. I couldn’t get her to turn that movie off, hell she’d watch it year round. Begged me to get a black cat so she can have a “Binx” of her own. What she didn’t know was that I planned to get her one for Christmas the year the outbreak happened…but we never reached December.” 

His voice cracked and he looked down at his boots kicking up leaves. 

“What about you darlin’? Any favorite Halloween movies you had?”

Joel tugs on your sweater sleeve and smiles softly at you while you hesitate to answer. 

“Don’t laugh, but I was into the really bloody, turn your stomach in knots kind of horror movies. Saw, Final Destination, Thirteen Ghosts, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Bride of Chucky, shit like that. Scream is also up there, and even though it's super silly, Elvira: Mistress of The Dark was also my favorite.” He could feel your excitement rushing to your fingertips as you started to remember all the silly shit you used to watch. 

He stops in his tracks and looks at you with shock written all over his face. 

“I find it so hard to believe that Miss Scared of Everything used to watch shit like that. I call bullshit.”

You take two steps forward to him and get close to his face, a smirk written all over your mouth. 

“Just admit you didn’t have me all figured out, it’s okay baby I forgive you.” You taunt and barely kiss his lips. 

Joel grunts as you pull away too quickly for his liking and before you can protest, you’re wrapped up in his arms and held tightly against his chest. His teeth nibble on your earlobe just enough to make you squeal and try to get free. 

“Where you think you’re goin’, baby?” 

The way he says it drives you crazy, in the way you could just eat him up here and now. He had that look in his eye, the same one he had that night he took you by the fireplace, it was passion and lust, like he was falling for you all over again. 

“If you wanna make it back to the cabin before dark, you better let me go and keep it pushing, sir.” 

Sir. It’s one of the many nicknames you have for him that drives the nail in deeper, pushing him to want you more than he did before you got in his face. He likes the fact you don’t back down to him, you match his energy. 

Rightfully so. 

He stares at you for a little too long before letting you slip from his arms, taking his hand once more to continue walking. 

~

With hours passed you now and your feet starting to ache, you finally end up in a fairly sized town that Joel found a while ago before he met you, hoping whatever he found would still be here.

There wasn’t much left to rummage through, the houses had been picked apart for years now, glass windows broken out and front doors ripped off the hinges like a stampede used for a pathway. 

“Just over here in the mall, I hid a bunch of stuff away pretty good, I think at least. C’mon girlie, keep up.” With him in front of you leading you to the entrance, you pull your knife out just in case. Joel lets go of your hand and there’s a small pang to your chest but for your own safety he grabs one of his many guns, cocking it to be ready. 

You slip behind the door and hold it open just enough for Joel to squeeze through and your flashlights illuminate what used to be a fun and exciting place. Frozen in time and littered with what it once was, you could almost see how it started out. Benches everywhere, shops with displays still intact and caked with dust, parts of the ceilings knocked out and covering tables with chairs tucked underneath just wishing someone would pull it out and sit at it one last time. 

“Okay-here’s what we’re gonna do, we’re gonna get as much as we can find and hurry up and get the fuck outta here. Don’t wanna spend a lot of time here, do you hear me?” He shines the light right in your eyes, his words short and dry. 

You shrug and raise your eyebrows, “Yes, I hear you.” You push the flashlight out of his hand and he kisses your forehead sweetly before walking on, lighting up his path as much as he can. There was a soft tingle on the back of your neck and it wasn’t the good kind. It was as if something was lurking behind you in a scary dark corner, something you couldn’t see. It took you no time to catch up to him, lightly holding onto his bag as he took calculated steps between the rubble. 

“All those horror movies you watched and yet you still can’t hold your goddamn knife correctly. What did I tell you about holding it like that?” Joel’s shoulders drop as he turns to you, adjusting your hand on your knife. With a scoff and a slight head shake, he was off again and walking towards the pharmacy. You couldn’t help but notice the halloween store across from it, your heart racing as a sliver of normalcy was in your reach. The ginormous pit in your stomach to feel like you were back in your old life, digging through decorations to beg your mom to buy while she looked disgustedly at the skimpy costumes. 

“J-Joel…can we go in there? Please? I just wanna…look.” You must’ve patted his shoulder a dozen times which only granted a stern look and the annoyance so apparent on his face. 

“I’m sorry, were you conscious when I said we are not going anywhere except the pharmacy?” Rude. 

“Yes, thank you. I just wanna look. Twenty minutes tops, please?” Being with Joel tested your patience every single day, you never had to negotiate or handle being told no. 

Not until you met him.

Joel takes a hold of your pack strap, yanking you towards him, “Help me get all this stuff and I’ll think about letting you set foot in there, clear?” His dark eyes glimmer in the faint daylight ripping through the broken ceiling. You try to pull yourself away from his personal space but his eyebrows raise awaiting a response from you. 

“O-kay!” You finally free yourself and stand up, walking straight into the pharmacy. Garbage scattered everywhere and almost empty shelves holding things that weren’t useful in any way. Extending your arm out to run your fingertips against the items, you feel the dust and dirt coating them as you walk down the isles slowly and look for anything you could stash away in your little hideout for the winter. 

Joel dips into the backroom and into a storage closet, climbing on top of a chair to lift the ceiling tile to the side. Put away inside an old duffle bag was bandages, rubbing alcohol, tons of supplies that made up first aid kits, sewing needles and thread in case you have to stitch someone up again, and of course some miscellaneous pills he took from the shelves of medication, knowing exactly what each one was. 

You could hear him rummaging around behind you the further you got from him to look at the back wall full of sunglasses, untouched on the spinning racks of their display. 

A pair catches your eye, gold tinted aviators that just scream 70’s. 

“Joel, come here! You have to try these on!” You tuck the pair for him under your arm and grab the biggest rounded frame you could find, pushing them up the bridge of your nose. 

Shoving the duffle bag onto his broad shoulder, he makes his way to you and his flashlight shines at your feet, up your body slowly until you turn around and show him what you found. 

“I think you need a pair of sunglasses, baby. For when you’re outside workin’, looking all sexy for me.” You tease and carefully put the sunglasses on his face. He shuffles to the side of you and dips down to see his reflection in the mirror, groaning in disgust. 

“No, absolutely not. The hell I look like wearin’ those.” Joel pinches the arm of the eyewear and hands them back with zero interest. 

You tuck them away into your bag anyway and grab the smoke colored square framed pair with rhinestones all over them. He didn’t wait for you like usual as he was already by the doors you entered once before. 

“You get ten minutes and then we’re going back.” He lifts the metal gate just enough for you to slip under and you hold it open for him, letting it thud against the marble floor as he stands up with a slight groan and a rub to his knee. 

The adrenaline was pumping through you, feeling at home once more even if it was just for a split second. 

The VHS tapes covering the walls, toys and costumes everywhere, DVD case covers scattered around your feet. It was everything you wanted and more, to feel like you were who you once were before all of this ripped you from the life you took for granted. 

“See anything you maybe uh…wanna decorate the cabin with?” Joel irrupts from behind you, hand on your hip slightly. You turn to meet his eyes, the innocence in your eyes making him smile. 

“Don’t go crazy, just a few things because we gotta carry it. Just a little bit of stuff to make it feel a little more lived in.” His tone was patient and understanding that this meant a lot to you. 

“Really? You mean that?” The way you kind of didn’t believe he was being serious was enough to warrant a nod from him with a silly look on his face, almost like you offended him. 

“Well let’s go, you got eight minutes.” He smacks your ass again and wiggles it a little before holding his flashlight above your head so you could see where you were walking. 

So much to choose from and not enough time from Joel. You wanted it all. You wanted the movies to feel a little better but you knew he wouldn’t carry the display TV back to the cabin and he would never watch the shit you’d pick out anyway. You settle for two strings of glittery garland that you knew he’d find something to complain about, a few little ceramic ghosts to put in the windows and the pair of cuffs you took out of the package to a cop costume. Kneeling down and slinging your bag off your back, you start to put everything away, until the cuffs jingle against each other. 

“What was that you just put in there?” You look up at Joel and you don’t answer, contemplating if you should play with him or not. His eyes flicked to your lips as he licked his, standing his ground over you with his hands on his hips. 

“Answer me, lil lady.” 

Fuck.

You were made and you knew he would immediately tell you to put them back, that there’s no way he’d let you cuff him to the bedpost and ride him until the sun came up. 

Just as you were about to answer, a clicker busts through the door from the storage closet behind you, growling and clicking as it charges towards you. Joel takes your hand and pulls you off the ground, running for the entrance when one of your sweater holes gets caught on a broken clothing rack and pulls you right from his grasp.

He grunts loudly as the clicker gets closer and closer to you while you tug and try to free yourself but to no avail, your knife fell from your other hand when you got pulled back. 

The squelch of Joel’s knife twisting in the clickers chest catches your wide eyed gaze as you pant and try to scoot away but your boots slip against the trash, the body falling right in front of you. 

It was still squirming and reaching at you, looking you dead in the eye as it grabbed the tip of your shoe. 

Joel’s boot presses against its head to hold it against the floor as he shoots it dead. The grunting and squealing came to a silence while Joel looks over at you, his chest rising fast as he holds out his hand to help you up. 

Clutching his wrist to pull yourself up, you shake off the bits of flesh that got on your boot and you can see his nostrils are flared still, eyes burning with anger. 

“What did I tell you about that goddamn sweater! You almost got yourself fuckin’ killed, jesus christ.” His voice booms as he shakes you a little before pulling you into his embrace. 

Joel catches his breath and pets your hair softly. 

“Baby I’m-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to yell, I’m sorry- are you okay?” 

Your body still shudders against him and you nod in his chest. 

“I’m fine, Joel. Let’s go h-...to the cabin.” It hurt him to hear you stop yourself from saying the cabin was home. You wanted to call it home so badly but the thought of you getting so comfortable with him to the point that you'd call his cabin your home, scared you to fucking pieces. 

~

The cabin was dimly lit from what little sunlight you had left and your boots clunked against the wooden porch as you opened the front door to the living room. It was kind of a quiet walk home, not a lot of words shared between you and Joel. He didn’t want to pry and nag about how you were feeling but he wanted to know if you were still mad at him. Some small part of him felt like an ass for yelling at you after he told you he’d work on that but in his defense he was terrified at how close to death you got. 

“You hungry, baby?” He asked as he shucked off his bag and jacket before kicking off his boots. You unlace your shoes and kick them next to his, shaking your head no. 

He sighs deeply, shoulders dropping while his hands go to your waist and pull you into him. 

“I know that’s not true, those snacks were gone before we were even halfway there. Now, tell me what you’re hungry for and I’ll make it for ya…” He rocks you back and forth slowly as he hums softly against your head.

“Spaghetti..maybe? I noticed you had pasta in the cupboard next to the stuff you said wasn’t just for any ol’ meal and..” Joel grabs your face lovingly, the tender touch of the rough man was somehow so calming to you. He tried his best to be delicate with you when he could see you needed it the most but this is Joel Miller, how soft could he naturally be?

“You want spaghetti, we’re gonna eat spaghetti. You can decorate while I get dinner going, how’s that sound, sweet girl?”

His smile grew to match yours and he placed his lips on your forehead before he went to the kitchen to rummage through the cabinets to find all the pots and ingredients he needed. 

Picking up your bag with all of your Halloween decorations stuffed inside you begin to put your ghost figures in small places you know Joel won’t accidentally bump them and knock them over. One in the windowsill by the kitchen sink, one by your side of the bed, and one in Joel’s room by his clock. Peeking around the corner to see where exactly he was and his back was to you while he drained the pasta from the water in the sink, you dip back into his room with the little black cat figurine you took at the last second after he killed the clicker and walked away from you in the heat of the moment. He was frustrated with you but you still took it knowing you’d never be there again and you’d regret never taking it for him.

There it sits on his table tucked right by his clock. It was only a matter of time before he would see it and question why you did something nice for him. Joel couldn’t understand that you wanted to do everything for him. Being with him in this predicament and such a short time made it feel like you’d been there for years, like you could spend the rest of your life here with him. 

“Let’s eat, honey!” He booms from the kitchen and you can heat the plates being set on the table. When you round the corner to face the kitchen, you see the table set with candles of all shapes and widths. This was the most special he’s made you feel yet, besides carving pumpkins with you.

“Cmon, gotta surprise for ya when we’re done eating.” Joel was trying to hide a devilish grin but he was terrible at it, the glass to his lips not being a good shield from your eyes at all. You furrow your brows at him as you sit down hesitantly. What could he have planned that you don’t know about? 

“A surprise? Since when do you do surprises?” Your fork clanks against the plate to scoop up spaghetti, the steam rolling off the top hits your hand and makes you shiver slightly. 

Joel squints playfully and shovels the warm pasta in his mouth to chew thoroughly before answering you lowly, “Yeah alright, keep bein’ a smartass and see what it’ll get you.” His dark eyes glimmered behind the candle flame and you felt that same feeling in the pit of your stomach that you had when you first met him. You were desperate for him at this point and it was almost comical it wasn’t written all over your face. 

The two of you talk about whatever you could think of as you indulge in the best meal you’ve had in months. You could only take so many goddamn stews and soups before it was enough, Joel on the other hand could make anything work for a meal and be fine. 

“Did you wanna put the garland on the railing outside while I clean up this mess?” He chugs down the rest of his water and wipes his mouth with his napkin, looking at you with a hidden agenda. 

“Oh, shit! I forgot about that!” You practically fall out of your chair to get it from your bag and you slip on your boots to go out on the porch. 

“Take a flashlight with you!” Joel yells from his seat and all he sees is your hand reach through the front door to the hall tree that held all your stuff, grabbing your flashlight before shutting the front door once more. 

He chuckles to himself as scratches the back of his head thinking about you and how you always kept him guessing your next move. While you wrapped the orange and black garland around the stair railing, little did you know Joel wasn’t actually doing the dishes. He was in the bedroom unpacking the duffle bag from earlier at the pharmacy, tucking away the pills in the bottom drawer in the bathroom. His backpack was sitting at the end of the couch and he opened it, taking out the one thing you didn’t know he stashed. 

A ghostface mask. 

Just as you stand up and back away to observe the work you did, a tall figure standing on the side of the cabin makes you freeze in your place. Quickly you realize it’s Joel with the way he’s standing and the knife at his side. The corners of your mouth turn up and you walk towards him, tucking your hands behind your back. 

“What the hell are you doing?” You question and tug on his jacket teasingly. 

No answer. 

All he does is cock his head slightly at you with his knife still at his side. 

Your excitement wets your panties and you can feel your fingers going cold but the adrenaline running through your body keeps you warm. 

“Joel seriously, what are you doing?” Your tone is a little more firm this time. 

He raises his arm to point his knife towards the house and he mutters from under the mask, “Run. If I find you, I fuck you. My way.” 

Your jell-o feeling legs stumble backwards to take off towards the house, Joel charging at you in no time. He knew there were only so many hiding spots in the cabin, that was the point. You went for the obvious place but you knew he’d get a laugh at it, under the bed. 

The weight of his boots moved on the porch and the front door swung open widely, smacking the wall behind it. It was seconds after he walked in the cabin that you had to cover your mouth and nose so he couldn’t hear the small pants of breath coming from under the bed. With your feet at the end of where the bed is, you watch closely at the door and soon enough his boots are in your vision. You know he won’t hurt you too much but god damn was your heart racing. 

Joel slowly makes his way to the door frame of the bedroom and he stops abruptly to inspect the room. Slinking his way closer, your eyes follow his every move and when he stops at the end of the bed you knew he knew. 

With a rough yank on your ankles, Joel quickly pulls you out from under the bed and you squeal in excitement. 

“No, no, no please, don’t hurt me.” You protest and he tosses you face first on the bed, ripping your jeans below your ass cheeks. A groan bellows from Joel with a sharp smack to your ass and it sends you whimpering with your head between your arms. 

The cold blade of the knife traces over your lower back and your wiggling reaction earns a chuckle from Joel before the ripping of fabric fills your ears. He cut your fucking panties. Slipping the fabric off of you between your thighs, he couldn’t help but admire the wetness on them. 

A thud hits the headboard and you turn around to see his knife wiggling as he just finished driving it into the wood before he smacks your ass again. 

His rough hand meets the middle of your back and presses down firmly so your ribs lay comfortably on the bed as his free hand unbuckles his belt slowly. 

The only thing you could hear was his belt buckle hitting the wooden floor and the sound of his boots hitting the rug while he simultaneously rubbed his thumb over your aching clit. 

“F-fuck, daddy yes, I need you inside me please.” You try to claw at him but he just shoves you down on the bed again. Joel lifts the mask up momentarily to spit on your asshole, eagerly watching it drip down over your entrance and through your sticky sweet folds. 

He whips out his long hard cock to slap your asshole with the tip and he snickers as he sees you tense up thinking he’s going to fuck your ass. 

“Not yet, baby. Now…stay still for daddy, yeah? Be a good pretty girl for me.” He groans as he slips inside your pussy. You can hear his thick breathing and cussing reverberate off the mask and it makes you spread your legs further apart, wanting to please him in any way you can. 

There was no easing into it, Joel’s hands grab your wrists and pin them against your back before his hips begin slamming against you harshly. When Joel got to have his way with you, he wasn’t gentle with it. All the pent up frustration you gave him was taken out on you this way and it had the opposite effect, it only made you act out more. 

Joel’s grunts with every thrust inside you, his hands squeeze your wrists tighter and tighter the hornier he gets. Your pussy clenches around his cock in excitement and you squeal out a slew of his name mixed with curse words, too mumbled for him to decipher what you said. 

“Fuck, you’re such a good little angel wrappin’ around my cock like that- ohh shit.” He hisses and your arm falls to your side, Joel’s hand wrapping around your throat roughly. You cry out as you can feel the head of his cock bumping your cervix and Joel puts his right foot on the bed to get a better angle on you, his hips never stopped moving. 

With his thick fingers squeezing every bit of air out of you, he growls in your ear, “You like when daddy plays rough with you like the nasty little girl you are?” He chuckles and squeezes harder around your throat so you can’t answer. 

You close your eyes as the roll back with lust and your body begins to shake underneath him, his cock still ramming into you and making your head spin. 

“I wanna-oh my goddd-come for you daddy, please. Let me come, please-I can’t-god..fuuck.” You choke out and he goes faster, slamming into you so hard the bed squeaks with every thrust. 

“Aww, you wanna come all over my cock, honey? Show me how good you are and come, right fuckin’ now.” Joel’s voice vibrates against your ear before he stands up straight and grabs onto your hips to keep himself steady as he fucks you as hard as he can. 

It was almost as if the Earth stopped spinning and everything hit all at once. You fell flat on the bed as you screamed his name, trying to wiggle away from him but it was no use. Joel pins your hips down and continues at you, groaning louder as his cock twitches inside you. 

“God damn, that’s a good girl-oh fuck.-Gonna make daddy fill up that pretty little pussy of yours, baby. Bet you’d like that huh? Goin’ to sleep with my cum inside you.” He mutters through his teeth as his jaw clenches, his head tilting back. 

You try to shove him away as you shake from the overwhelming feeling on your pussy but he’s too far into it to stop. He needs to get himself off inside you if it’s the last thing he does.

A few spanks to your ass and a couple squeezes to your tits, Joel’s breath becomes heavier as he empties his balls deep in you. 

He cusses loudly and grabs your ass for dear life as his knees go weak with each string of cum he shoots. Joel’s cock goes soft inside you and he pulls out slowly, seeing the cum already threaten to spill from your aching hole. As you lay there dizzy and so fucked out, he sits beside you and gives a little pat to your ass, taking off the ghostface mask and giving it a toss to the floor. 

Neither one of you says a word for a few minutes until you finally get the energy to lazily sit up and look at him. 

“Can you fuck me like that from now on, please?” you ask breathlessly and he looks at you in awe. 

“Come here.” Joel whispers and his hand grabs the back of your head gently, pulling you into a passionate kiss. 

“Let’s go take a bath.” You mumble on his lips and leave him sitting there on the bed. 

“Happy fuckin’ Halloween to me. God damn.” He says to himself with a grin and walks to the bathroom.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #chaotic-mystery #the last of us #pedro pascal joel miller #joel miller pedro pascal #joel the last of us #the last of us hbo #hbo the last of us #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfic #not a survivalist girl #joel miller fanfiction #tlou fic #tlou x reader #hbo tlou #joel tlou

[holb32]

The Hound and the Lioness

Sandor Clegane x fem!reader - Smut -

Part One!

Summary - Gianna Lannister is the youngest daughter of Tywin Lannister from his second wife Lynnette Stark. When Gia rushes in to help Sansa Stark, after her nephew humiliates her, the king suddenly has a 'brilliant' idea... or so he says.

A/N - This is only the second time I've done something like this... so bare with me please.

WARNINGS - If you are UNDER 18 then DO NOT read! Forced marriage, loss of virginity, blow job, blood, PIV, maybe breeding kink and size kink, literally has no plot just doing this coz I had an idea! If I've missed anything that should be added as a warning then please let me know!

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Gianna watched from the crowd that had gathered in the throne room, as Joffrey terrorised poor Sansa Stark, again.

"You're here to answer for your brother's latest crimes. What do you have to say?" Joffrey aimed his armed crossbow at the Stark girl as she kneeled before him.

"Your Grace, whatever my traitor brother has done, I had no part in it!" The poor girl began to sob, "You know this, Your Grace. I beg-" Joffrey had cut her off before she could finish, Ser Lancel, tell her what her brother has done!" Demanded Joffrey.

As Ser Lancel stepped forwards, so did Gianna. She always knew something wasn't right with her eldest nephew. He was evil, one of the evilest beings she's ever come across. Gia was appalled with his actions and about the fact that no one could make him stop, not even his mother.

"Using some vile sorcery your brother fell on Stafford Lannister with an army of wolves." Lancel announced. Gianna couldn't understand how people actually believe this stuff. So she rolled her eyes and mentally face palmed herself, ridiculous fools, she thought to herself.

"Thousands of good men were slaughtered, after the butchering, the Northmen feasted on the meat of the slain." This made the crowd surrounding them gasp and whisper in horror. War was a dreadful thing, Gianna knew that, but she really couldn't see that happening. At least not on Robb Stark's orders or his mothers. When she first met them, when she went with her older sister Cersei and her family to Winterfell, she'd gotten on well with the Starks.

"Killing you would, mayhaps, send your traitor brother a message." Gianna snapped out of her thoughts at that, surely he's not really contemplating that? The poor Stark girl began to weep, "But my mother insists on keeping you alive, unfortunately. Stand." Sansa stood at the king's orders, ever the obedient Lady Stark. Gianna's pity for the girl grew day by day. She didn't deserve this, no one did.

"So, we'll just have to send your brother a message some other way." Gianna took another step forward, just so she stood slightly out of the crowd, as if she might run towards young Lady Stark, she was family after all, distant but still family. "Meryn." The unspoken order was spoken and Joffrey's favoured Kingsguard stepped towards Sansa, "Leave her face, I like her pretty." And with that Sansa was punched to the stomach.

Gianna gasped and tried to step forwards, but before anyone could truly notice, her handmaid Dalia grabbed her arm, "No, my Lady. I do not think it wise to step in." Gia didn't take her eyes off Sansa. Meryn took out his sword and struck the backs of her legs, so she fell to the floor.

"Meryn, my dear lady's over-dressed. Unburden her." The Knight stood behind poor Sansa and ripped the back of her dress open, "If you want Robb Stark to hear us, we're going to have to speak louder!" Ser Meryn took out his sword again, swinging it over his head, "What is the meaning of this?"

The crowd split to allow Gianna's brother, Tyrion Lannister, to make his way through along with his man Bronn. "What kind of Knight beats a helpless girl!" Snaps Tyrion. "The kind who serves his king, Imp!" Meryn Snapped back. Gianna hated that man, he was just as vile and cruel as her nephew. "Careful now, we wouldn't want to get blood all over your pretty white cloak." Bronn, even though he irritated Gia sometimes with his crude words, managed to shut the Knight up.

"Would someone get the girl something to cover herself with." Gianna and Sandor 'The Hound' stepped forward towards Sansa. "It's alright sweet girl, Tyrion will handle Joffrey." Whispered the young Lannister Lady as the Hound grabbed his White Cloak over her shoulders.

"She's to be your queen. Do you have no regard towards her honour?" Questioned Tyrion, "I'm punishing her!" Tyrion gaped, "For what crimes? She's not fighting her brother battles you half wit!" Gianna helped Sansa stand, wrapping the girl in her arms.

"Your behaviour is despicable, Nephew! She's done nothing wrong!" Gia shouted. The Stark girl shook in the Lannister Lady's arms. "Neither of you can speak to me like that! The king can do as he likes!" Again Lady Lannister rolled her eyes, "The Mad King did as he liked! Look where that got him! Killed by his own guard, his people rebelled against him. Is that what you want to be done to you? For people a hundred years from now to remember you as the king who beat helpless Ladies?" Snapped Gianna, turning to her brother, "Perhaps they'll title him 'The Half-wit King', brother?" The people in the room sniggered and gasped. Gia swore she heard The Hound huff amusingly behind her.

"No one threatens his Grace in the presence of the kingsguard!" Meryn rushed towards Gianna, threateningly. "I'm not threatening him, Ser. I'm merely giving my nephew some... advice." Gianna didn't bother to look at Ser Meryn. "Bronn the next time Ser Meryn speaks, kill him." Tyrion said in a bored manner, turing to Ser Meryn, "Now that was a threat... see the difference?!" Gia chuckled at her older brother, they'd always been close, even since she was a little girl.

Tyrion walked towards his little sister and Sansa, leading them away. "I apologise for my nephew's behaviour. Tell me the truth, do you want this wedding to happen?" Spoke Tyrion softly, "We could try to get the engagement broken, if you'd like?" Gia rubbed the girls shoulders and they walked, "I am loyal to king Joffrey-" Stated Sansa, pulling out of Gianna's arms, "He is my one true love." With that she walked ahead of them, her ladies maids following her.

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Gianna was summoned back to the throne room, a couple hours later. As she walked in she realised that the crowd had only gotten bigger. At the throne sat her nephew, on both sides of him were his mother, Gianna's only and older sister, and the hand, who was Gianna's father. At the bottom of the stairs to the throne stood the kingsguard.

"You summoned me, Your Grace." Gianna stood before her family. She had changed into a more comfortable dress, since she was planning to go horse riding after. "Yes, I did." Signed Joffrey. "Tell me, Dear Aunt. Do you think the way you spoke to me earlier was appropriate? Especially of a Lady." Questioned the king.

Gianna looked towards her father at that moment, his face was emotionless. So she looked towards her kingsguard brother, he looked nervous for her. "I said what I thought to be true, Your Grace." She wouldn't lie. He needed to be told. Cersei scoffed, "You're king deserves more respect from you." Gianna rolled her eyes, "DO NOT ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME!" Screeched Cersei. "My apologise, sister."

"You know, I'll have to punish you." Gia's heart began to race. Surely her father wouldn't allow that. She was his daughter, and she knew he favoured her out of all his children. Looking towards him again she saw that his face was still, emotionless.

"You see, I've had a few hours to... come up with your punishment. Mother helped me." They both chuckled. "You're young, unmarried, pretty. What better punishment is there than to marry you to a... hound." The crowd gasped at their king's words. Joffrey laughed hysterically. "Mother's always calling you a bitch, so it seems quite fitting! Don't you think?!" I glanced towards 'The Hound' . He stood tall, but you could tell he was angry.

"Your Grace I don't think that's-" Tywin tried to reason with his grandson, he didn't want to drag his house through the mud again. "Silence!'' shouted Joffrey. "Hound stand by your bride to be!" Sandor reluctantly moved to stand beside Gianna. "The Hound and his bitch. He's so massive I'm sure he'll split her open when he takes her maidenhead!" Gianna looked down in shame at being spoken about in such a way.  

“Your wedding will be the day after tomorrow.” With that Joffrey excused everyone. Gianna quickly left the throne room, rushing to her chambers. Tears were dripping down her face as threw herself on her bed; her head buried in her arms. 

#sandor clegane #cersei lannister #jaime lannister #tyrion lannister #tywin lannister #house lannister #joffrey baratheon #meryn trant #sansa stark #lady #GoT #game of thrones #the hound #hound #robb stark #lancel lannister #forced marriage #maidenhead

[thewhumpcaretaker]

HALLOOOO wjat are some heartbreaking/or just upsetting headcanons you have on john wick characters? (the amount depends, it could be one or more!!)

Take a seat. This gets DARK.

TW: murder, suicidal ideation, animal death, childhood trauma, BDSM, dead dove do not eat

John

John was suicidal after Helen's death (this is nearly canon).

John has complex-PTSD and a trauma-bonded sort of relationship to The Director due to the way he was raised. He can't let go of his familial feelings towards her, despite the fact that she brought him into the assassin world and forced him to do terrible things. But he hates her for it at the same time.

John was forced to kill animals as practice before he began killing people. This started quite young.

John can't bring himself to do anything that even seems like hurting his partner in the bedroom, because it reminds him too much of the very real assassinations he's carried out (I know this is contradictory to the yandare/dominant John that we usually see but this is soft-John).

Helen

Helen is an orphan. This would give her and John something to initially bond over.

Helen is also no-contact with her adoptive family because she grew up in some form of severe dysfunction. Notice that no one is talking to John at her funeral, and none of her family members are ever mentioned. John would definitely try to support her relatives after her death if she were close to them, and vice versa, but we never see anything like that. So they can't have been close, in my opinion.

The thing that caused the rift between Helen and her family was really severe, perhaps even a homicide. This would give Helen a reason to want to understand and accept John despite the fact that he is an actual murderer. She has spent a long time trying to understand why people kill, how they get involved in organized crime, etc. Just trying to understand why.

Helen has a phobia of needles and IVs. Her illness was very difficult for her because she needed transfusions, and John donated blood to her because she felt a bit better about the process if the blood was coming from him. They have matching blood types.

Gianna/Cassian

Cassian was in love with Gianna, and she felt the same way, but she hadn't yet accepted her feelings for him. Shortly before her assassination, he asked her to run away with him, but she was too attached to her position in the High Table.

The Marquis Vincent Bisset de Gramont

All of your headcanons are now my headcanons - look what you did to me evren.

Also s/he has panic attacks.

#john wick #john wick whumpee #helen wick whumpee #john wick headcanons #helen wick #gianna x cassian

[marquisedegramont]

Who are your top five favorite characters in John Wick?

-🧸 (<- If this hasn’t been taken yet)

[ Ooohhh I think this list would be pretty clear based on who is reading this but yeah here are my top five! :D ]

𝟓. 𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐅 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐕

It was already a big start when I watched John Wick and really liked Alfie Allen’s performance as Iosef. Only just recently I started to like-like Iosef as a character more. I love his sort of biker aesthetic with the leather jacket and hoodies, which is a BIG difference from the other three big bads of the movie series since they’re all dressed in this formal-business sort of outfit which really goes to show Iosef’s difference in terms of character to literally everyone in the movie series.

𝟒. 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊

The man, the myth, the legend! He’s obviously gonna be on this list because the movies aren’t completed without him and he’s genuinely such a well-written character it’s just that most people (atleast on other platforms) just know John for killing an entire criminal organization over a dog and while yes that’s true, I can literally just yap over and over about how Daisy just symbolizes John’s remaining innocence and his connection to Helen/the overworld.

𝟑. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑

Watching John Wick Chapter 3: Parabellum and actually noticing everything after watching the fourth movie in the series was like a hit to the face. So Adjudicator— fucking awesome! I loved their entire wardrobe throughout the movies and how they all look so stylish yet refined. And I love the subtle story telling with their dangly earring which represents the fact they don’t necessarily have everything under control and so does the High Table.

𝟐. 𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐃’𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐎

People truly sleep on Gianna because, hey, she got like ten minutes worth of screentime and had relatively a short time alive for the audience to look at her and like her as a character. But to me, I love her. I love my bitches who show up once and then never again. She’s evil, she’s ruthless, she’s a cunt; Santino’s just mad he can’t do it like her. Aka, be as good as her when it comes to ruling the Camorra. I love her so much, because as much as we were so close to see a truly ruthless individual who is a woman rule something as large and brutal as the Camorra, and also be a canon seat holder in the world of the High Table— Gianna remains one of my favorite due to how beautiful she is and how intuitive she was, her death scene was just absolutely beautiful.

𝟏. 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐓 ����𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓

We all saw this coming. He’s practically my brand, in fact I am him. He is me and he is I, don’t mind the fact he died in 2015 and I got pushed into this world against my will in 2005. Look at him. He’s literally the perfect villain for a movie like John Wick Chapter 4. He’s a cunt, played by Bill Skarsgård, he has a fuckass French accent, he never shows up in scenes without his pocket watch, the shoes are Prada and the suits are Valentino. All his suits are drenched in glitter, and every scene feels like he owns the place. The Louvre? The Louis Vuitton Foundation? The Palace of Versailles? The Palais Garnier? The fucking Tour de Eiffel? He’s always surrounded by his bodyguards, he’s eating cake and living his best life. God, he’s literally me. I am him bro. He is literally me. He’s a ruthless and brutal little cunt ass bitch who finds pain fascinating but I do not have a single fiber in my body that gives a hecking shit. Anna Wintour would have loved him. If there was an Anna Wintour in the John Wick world, Vincent would be her fucking soul son. If you were to tell me the bitch named Keith from Barbarian would suddenly be throwing on a French accent and walk the way he does now, I would have exploded. Vincent is nothing but the pure embodiment of the campiness of John Wick Chapter 4. The suits, the character, the attitude, the sheer level of audacity. He is a mixture of the villains before him, he is the campiness of John Wick Chapter 4, he is Bill Skarsgård having fun, he is an insufferable bitch who deserves the way he died and even then, his death was both relieving and also beautiful. The Marquis, Vincent Bisset de Gramont is everything in a John Wick villain; the design, the European, the mythology references, the hatred for John, the cowardice, the deceitful nature, the ability to serve so much cunt yet be so cringefailure loserboy at the same time. Chad Stahelski made a great decision casting Bill Skarsgård as the Marquis de Gramont because I cannot think of another 6’4 white man who looks like a disturbed Victorian era child who has never seen a cellphone. He looks like he would get pissed off if you called him cunty and he would die if you gave him Sprite to drink. Making a guillotine joke around him would have you executed on site. He has a nice ass and beautiful, glorious hips and thighs that he is gatekeeping from the community using his glittery tailcoats. He is a thirty three years old twink with perfect thighs and even better fashion. His hair has so much hairspray I don’t think that shit was moving for the duration of the movie. The perfect villain to have ended John Wick alongside the legend himself. The motherfucker comes from Southern France and I hate and love him even more because of that. He is such an insufferable little shit that if I were there in the agreements scene I would have done everything in my power to make sure the duel starts now so I can leap across the table and rip him to shreds with my bare hands. I am kissing him with tongue afterwards. I hyperfixated on him and hated him at first but then I remembered that his fanbase was lacking at the time so now I’m him yeah sorry Chad Stahelski himself told me I am him so yeah move out of the way ladies. Or don’t. I’m married to like three women I don’t know because I’m him. His hell is being middle class in Paris because I said so.

#i love how you can clearly see the yap session growing longer and longer #iosef tarasov #alfie allen #john wick #keanu reeves #the adjudicator #asia kate dillon #gianna d’antonio #claudia gerini #marquis de gramont #marquis vincent de gramont #vincent de gramont #bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #.evren answers #🧸anon #i think i like vincent idk

[bluelolblue]

what r ur thoughts on gianna and santino’s relationship? (ive always loved gianna but it feels like she’s just as if not more ruthless than santino. she just manages to act civilized more)

The D'Antonio siblings

They're both so fucking beautiful 💕

I definitely think Santino was jealous of Gianna when their father willed his seat to her and throughout their childhood

The reason for their father leaving his seat to Gianna is unknown in the movie (we can make headcanons on that ofc). However, I think that just made the relationship between Santino and Gianna even worse

I think through their childhood, Gianna was more the serious one, had more tolerance, patience and took things as a D'Antonio heir seriously.

While Santino probably wasn't like that. He's the younger sibling, and he was probably a bit spoiled. Or he tried his best to impress their father, but he was "not good enough."

Since they're both D'Antonios, they got everything served on a plate for them... but it's not as easy as they thought. Or at least not how Santino thought

Idk what Santino was thinking. That he's gonna get the seat after his sister proved herself more? But this is just my thought since we don't know that part

Really, it could've been differently. Maybe he did everything he could to prove himself, but his father was just an asshole

In the movie, we don't even see them interact with each other. Only like through John. Santino saying "I could never do it. She is my blood. I still love her." Has a little bit of truth in it, but the real reason he couldn't kill his sister was just that he didn't want to risk getting his hands dirty. And to kill Gianna D'Antonio, he needs someone special... and that someone special is John Wick. Just what Santino told him "That's why I need the ghost, lo spettro, John Wick. That's why I need you."

While Gianna called John "Death's very emissary." So even in all this, you can see how they're both using and picking their words carefully

Gianna didn't seem very fond of the fact that when she dies, Santino takes her place, but he also takes New York. And John would be the one who gifted it to him. So that's something I'll have to analyze more

Although, I feel like they both still cared for each other in their own ways. No matter how cold they might have acted towards each other, I still think they cared and loved each other. Or that sibling love is somewhere deep in them

They were both born into this D'Antonio family, into this toxic hierarchy of the High Table, and they couldn't do anything about it. It's the way they were raised to believe that this life is normal and it's supposed to be like that

That one of them is gonna be the next representative of Camorra. Of course that one child is gonna be jealous of another. It just happened to be Santino

I do agree that Gianna seems just as ruthless as Santino. HOWEVER, she has more self-control, can act more civilized, and has more patience, so she is really good at hiding all that, which makes her a great leader in my opinion

They both share the same way of having good ways with their words. They both talked to John in a very...how do I say it? Manipulative but calm tone and had rather relaxed and even dominant body language around him. So they both don't fear John, and they're not afraid to show that

But we all know what happened to her and later on to Santino. Gianna had a really tragic death, in my opinion, since she killed herself. "I lived my life my way. And I'll die my way." That line sends chills down my spine and it's fucked up in a tragic way. Makes me think she actually didn't want to be a part of all this. And really, the only way to escape from the curse of being a D'Antonio that's supposed to represent Camorra in the High Table is death

While Santino literally decided his own death with talking back to John. All he had to do was not mock John any further, and maybe he could've had his seat at the High Table for a longer time

Both share a lot of similarities, actually...it's just that Gianna died willingly trying to escape from this life she was born into, and Santino died after he got what he wanted by force

There is, unfortunately, no good ending for the D'Antonio siblings

Rip Gianna and Santino D'Antonio... yall were too attractive to die 😞 💔

I'll write more about them in the future, I wanna do deep analysis on both of them so... one day, it's gonna happen. I love their sibling rivalry lol it's very interesting

Also, I like to add some pics from pinterest for aesthetic lmao :3

#santino d'antonio #santino d’antonio #gianna d’antonio #john wick #john wick chapter 2 #I'll write more abt them in the future #i have to rewatch the movie over and over again to make a deep analysis on them #but yeah Gianna deserves more credit #will write more abt her eventually #and the sibling rivalry between them is really interesting

[swaps55]

WIP Wednesday

@joasakura and @vhenadahls were curious about the thermal clip meta, so here is a rough snippet from the relevant scene that combines heat sink lore with body autonomy struggles. :D

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Garrus clears his throat. “So, Korlus.”

Shepard stares daggers at his tray, stabs at the potato heap, then jerks his hand back like it stung him. He inhales deep through his nose before focusing on Garrus. “Korlus. We reach orbit tomorrow afternoon. I want the two of you and our newest recruit down there with me. Taylor, how are things coming with unfucking the heat sinks on my guns?”

Taylor shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “About that. Ah, look, Commander, I know the detachable heat sink is new to you—”

Shepard’s expression darkens. “I saw plenty of it with the geth.”

“Yes, sir, but there’s a reason all the weapons manufacturers are following the geth’s lead with thermal clips. It’s a more efficient system.”

Shepard sets the fork down with the air of someone deliberately ejecting an ammo block. “I don’t recall the geth ever getting the better of me.”

“Well, they got the better of everyone on Eden Prime, didn’t they?”  

Garrus and Joker exchange glances.

Uh oh.

Shepard glowers. Taylor mistakes it as an invitation to continue.

“Look, it’s simple force multiplication. I can change out a thermal clip and get back to firing in a fraction of the time it takes for an internal sink to vent. Can’t shrug off that kind of edge when ground skirmishes are won by whoever puts more bullets downfield.”

Garrus gives Shepard an uneasy look. He’s been hearing the debate over thermal clips for so long it hadn’t occurred to him Shepard missed all of it.

Within six months of the attack, C-Sec had struck a deal with Elkoss Combine to replace every weapon in their arsenal with detachable heatsink models over the next three years. A military as large as the Hierarchy would be lucky if they could cycle out the internal sinks within a decade, and Garrus imagines the Alliance is in a similar position. Too expensive, too much of a logistical nightmare. But smaller, well-funded private militias like Cerberus have already thrown billions of credits at it, and weapons manufacturers are making a killing. Half the weapons showing up on Omega are high-tech rifles whose only sin is an internal heat sink. Gianna Parisini is probably having the time of her life with the massive spike in corporate espionage from everyone clamoring to corner the market.

But Taylor’s right. Time spent waiting for a sink to vent is time for kinetic shields to recharge. Hell, Shepard had even said as much in one of their first debriefs after Therum, and Garrus had yet to see a gun Shepard couldn’t figure out and master on the fly. He might be the most adaptable person Garrus has ever met.

What’s going on here?

“Thank you for the lesson on small arms combat,” Shepard says, fist clenched so tight his knuckles are white. “But every fucking weapon on this ship has a proprietary sink, which creates a logistics nightmare on the ground. I’m not getting caught with a gun that won’t fire because I ran out of clips.”

Taylor makes a frustrated sound. “What are the odds of that? With dreadnoughts and orbital bombardments, infantry wars are a thing of the past. You know better than anyone ground insertions are about speed and precision. Everything we’re doing on this ship is get in, get out. When’s the last time you needed to recharge your suit battery or replace an ammo block in the field?”

“Torfan."

No one speaks. Joker stands a fork in his protein, covers it in the potatoes, and scoops some green-colored vegetable balls on top.

Eventually, Taylor sighs. “Yeah. Well.”

Shepard leans forward. “You wanted me exactly how I was, except you keep trying to fuck with who I was. So let’s refocus our efforts, shall we? Tomorrow I am dropping on Korlus with a gun that has an internal sink, and if you can’t make that happen I’ll find someone who can.”

#snippet #opus!verse #sam: fucking with my body is one thing but fucking with my gun is where i draw the line #am i foreshadowing some logistics problems during the reaper war? #MAYBE

[mrssimply]

In your fic, The Leash and your version of Santino, he was abused by his father both mentally and physically and I find that very interesting bc I also headcanon that he had a bad relationship with his father and I think most of the fandom thinks that way too. So, do you wanna share some more about how and what else his father did to him? And how little Santi handled all that? :<

Oh my, please get ready for another Ted Talk!

First, yes, I think we're all kinda sharing this HC that he's been abused as a child. To me personally, it's because I was looking for a reason for him to be that vicious and ambitious, to the point of killing his own sister. I have a pretty good relationship with my own sister, I just can't conceive a world where I would want to kill her. I know some people have really bad relationship with their sibblings, but still, I needed to... understand why he does that, how they turned on each other (or he turned on Gianna, she doesn't seem to have such a hatred for her little brother, which I find even more tragic). There are also the fact that despite being selfish, petty and mean, there are hints of someone maybe more likeable underneath. His relationship with Ares is his saving grace, but there is also the fact that despite the Marker, he still helped John when no one else took the risk, thinking he would never even be able to call the favor. Also the fact he gets so nervous, and basically breaks down into a frightenned child when he puts the bounty on John's head and yet, when he'd faced with the man himself at his coronation, they have this short but very intense stare down and he's not moving an inch until John opens fire. So basically, he's not courageous... until he has to face his fears. He's vicious, but capable of giving help with seemingly very little chance of return on the favor, and there is something in him that calls for loyalty. And his sister still likes him, even if he wants (needs?) to kill her.

ANYWAY, that was not the point. The point was: why do I have this HC he was abused? Because I needed to make sense of all this, and also because it makes him more likable. Yes. I can accept how vicious he is if it's a consequence of his own vicious upbringing, and that he's not really like that underneath (and yes, The Leash, The Rubicon, and now The Burning of Rome are all about that).

Now, I have to recognise this mecanism inside me that needed to explain his violence by the violence done to him. It's a comon trait in abusers, that doesn't excuse them, it just explains (in part) how they became abusers themselves. I'm optimistic by nature, I don't think people are born mean, though some might argue there is a propension to violence and unkindness in every one of us at birth. Upbringing and life experiences will propably help tip the balance one way or another. So back to Santino, what tipped the balance?

It's not just his father, it's the circumstances around him: in my fic, his father isn't abusive with him until his mother kills herself. So it's not just a potentially abusive father, it's also a depressive mother. It's being born into the High Table, and the expectations that comes with it, and the violence inherent to this world (which John acknowledges, and wants to leave because it forced him into violence when he aspired for peace). I think Santino was also very lonely, in the sense that he had no one he could go to when he was scared or hurt (Gianna probably did that for a while, but that didn't last). The age gap with Gianna meant she was far ahead (and also knew a world where their mother existed), and a woman, so the expectations probably weren't the same. He was expected to inherit the seat, and that would have come with pressure she probably experienced differently.

In a way, what made him snap was that I think he sacrificed a lot (in my fic, he sacrificed John, of course) and it didn't even pay off. His whole environement told him "if you do this, if you're like this, you get this nice reward" and in the end it didn't happen, so the sacrifices became meaningless and the violence that came with it lost its sense (if he found sense in it in the first place).

I never thought about what specifically his father did to him beyond what I wrote in the fic. I liked the idea it wasn't exactly events, or beatings, but the crushing weight of the world he was born into that forced him to viciousness.

I do mention another episode later in the Burning of Rome (an update is comming soon-ish xD), and If I think about it for a little bit the first things that comes to miy mind is that all the blows, the scars and the bruises had to be hidden: D'Antonio Senior probably tried to avoid his son's face when he beat him, or injuries so serious they would require a trip to the hospital (with one or two exceptions, of course). But he was probably the kind that would love to cut his son, or burn his cigarettes on him. If Santino had the misfortune of caring for something, this thing would be broken, or taken away as soon as his father identified it. He would be forced to do things he didn't like (football, in my mind, he hates it xD). Tears were, of course, absolutely forbidden (boys don't cry, as you know), so each time it happened, he would get punished, either physically or mentally. His father would be the kind to let him go hungry for days, or to close the doors and order the staff to keep him out of the house even if it rained (especially if it rained). But the worse thing would be, of course, the idea that if Santino behaved, he would stop abusing him. His father would use that, constantly remind Santino that it's his fault for forcing him to be that hard with him, if only he was just better, cleverer, and less of a pussy, he wouldn't have to do all that to him, it saddens him to have to come to such measures etc etc. Because of course there would be slurs, generally of the homophobic kind. I always kinda imagined his father always knew, and tried to "cure" him of that.

Lastly, how he reacted to that? I HC Santino as fiercely intelligent, and emotionally sensitive (even if he doesn't know what to do with that and what he feels). So I think he always knew his father would never name him as his heir, would never be proud of him, or love him. He abandonned the idea of trying to be the ideal son really early, and instead voluntarily provoked his father, voluntarily pushed him. It was a two edged sword: on one hand, it gave him the illusion of control (he was abused on his terms, since he instigated it) but on the other hand, it completed the circle that there really was something wrong with him, for rebelling instead of obeying, and that his father was right about him.

He always looked for things that would make his father mad, and sleeping with John in my fic is probably in part to that effect, at least at first.

Santino's fucked up coping mecanisms are just absolutely lovely to explore as an author (tortuing my favorite dolls is a long term occupation for me xD).

His way of dealing with the situation led him to the sexual practices he has with John, based on control and pain (though, as you might have seen, in my fic it's shifting as they evolve, the dynamic slowly getting more balanced, with Santino opening to being taken care of instead of being perpetually in control - mirroring John's capacity to take care, instead of needing to submit to find his place in the world).

Ok, ok, I'll stop there before this becomes an essay properly.

Once agian, I want to thank you for all those questions that are not only super interesting to explore, but also giving me an opportunity to talk about my fics, and there are no greater motivator to write more than this.

Thank you very, very much!

#John Wick #santino d'antonio #abuse mention #tw abuse #victim blaming #TW suicide #TW child abuse #tw homophobia #headcanon #character discussion #ask

[takiki16]

I've seen you talk about Helen Wick a lot and her relationship with John and how he was totally devoted to her. In the second movie, we have a nice parallel with Gianna and her relationship with Cassian. What do you think? Is it the same level of commitment? I don't remember if we have something similar in the third movie, it's been a while since I've watched it. But I love the idea of John running into men devoted to their women and being reminded of Helen because of that. Can't wait for Chapter 4 next week!

MY JAM MY JAM MY JAM MY JAM!!!!!!! POUR CHAPTER 4 STRAIGHT INTO MY EYEBALLS!!!!!

Short answer: YES. I think Cassian was absolutely ride or die for Gianna. There is just NO REASON to do a Dramatic Zoom (TM) in on Cassian’s face when he discovers Gianna’s body if there isn’t some level of deeper affection and fealty there!!! Why would Gianna say “what would I do without you, Cassian?” To use a TLT phrase, ANOTHER ONE OF DEVOTION’S CASUALTIES!

Long Answer: yes, I think Cassian is just as devoted as John, but because John chose Helen Wick and Cassian chose Gianna D’Antonio, Cassian doesn’t get to express his devotion the same way?

One of the things that makes us all so hype about the JW franchise is the world building - not only is there an Insane Badass, but he lives within a LARGER FRAMEWORK of insane badasses that have COOL AESTHETIC INFRASTRUCTURE to support their various acts of badassery. John and Cassian may be actively trying to kill each other, but they still vibe because they share…it feels weird to call it a ~*social class*~, because that implies politics I don’t think Chadley and Co. have thought about, but that’s kind of what it is! They know that they are both Service, rather than Management! They come from virtually identical positions on the chessboard! It’s also why I love the John and Sofia scenes in Chapter 3, because her exposition adds more depth and detail to this framework. John may be unique in his SKILL LEVEL, but his actual POSITION in the grand politics of this world means that he still has to kneel when he asks for certain favors. (Which is ANOTHER of the things I loved about Chapter 3 :)))

TO EXTRAPOLATE FROM THAT TO BEAUTIFUL FEALTY MUSINGS: you all already know that I love a subby murderbot who is devoted, body and soul, to the object(s) of their devotion, and it’s even better when there is a FRAMEWORK of subby murderbots who share this common understanding. They may have plot-related disagreements, but even through vengeance there’s always this vibe of “I understand. If it was MY beloved, I would do the same. Now we shall fight to the death, but with that understated Respect (TM).” The only other canon example I can think of is Wheel of Time, but that’s where I see John and Cassian #subbymurderbot4subbymurderbot. And the thing is that Gianna ALSO sees this, which is how she knew exactly the most hurtful thing to say to John when he came for her - the idea that Helen would hate him, for what he was.

HOWEVER - as I said, Cassian can’t express devotion the same way because there is NO WORLD where Gianna D’Antonio agrees to give up the potential political advantage of a marriage, or even a long-term relationship, to make a commitment to her bodyguard - no matter how good or devoted he may be. And there is no world where Cassian would even attempt (and fail miserably) to put Gianna in that position. Has Cassian ever said anything about any potential feelings he might have? Has he admitted it to her…or even himself? What good would it do him, other than make him a potential liability? What good would it do Gianna, to acknowledge that one of her employees would die for her out of deeper emotional reasons than gold coins? I DO think that both of them are aware, and that Gianna has some level of reciprocation even, but I also think that neither of them have ever said anything because…what good would it do? The High Table is not a place where you can have emotional indulgences without returns.

Which makes me think that, in a weird way, Cassian might be jealous of John. A lot of subby assassin murderbots in similar situations might be? And that MAYBE that’s the reason everyone, even people who hated John or were jazzed to have him back, kept saying “I’m sorry about your wife.” To a whole class of subby murderbots who have stalled out in the stoic pining stage where Cassian lives, John achieved the Impossible Dream. HIS person wasn’t his underworld employer, or some other similar backstabbing Underworld denizen, but someone who would allow John to wear his heart on his sleeve, so to speak. And yeah, civilian relationships usually had extremely short literal life spans, but of course the motherfucking Boogeyman pulls off the Impossible Task and manages to get himself a whole LIFE with her!!! He got to marry his person! Legally, even! They got a house and a yard together! John did something that was nOT supposed to be possible for anyone at his level in their world. It’s like if your coworker suddenly did every single job in your workplace for a week by themselves, then immediately won the lottery and left the country, only to have all their money immediately lost in some kind of bank failure. AND someone trashes their car and kills their dog.

I’m imagining like…assassin water cooler talk about John. “Oh, did you hear about Wick? Yeah, he dID it, that crazy bastard! He wiped out all those guys in one night, and then he retired, that mad lad! Didn’t think even HE had it in him! I’ll bet he gets bored and comes back real soon. Couldn’t be me, bro, retiring and living a boring suburban life…with the Person of my Affections…not getting treated like a disposable weapon all the time…SO BLAND, right? I give it two months. Fuck that guy, anyway. Oh…oh she died? After only five years? After…after everything? Oh god, who ordered the…oh. Ouch. Hey man, I’m sorry about your wife.”

SO TO RETURN TO YOUR POINT about Cassian reminding John of Helen bc he keeps running into other subby murderbots - YEAH. I DO THINK HE DOES. I know that polite coldness is sort of etiquette in the Continental, no matter how much you might hate someone, but John goes to the trouble of telling Cassian why he did what he did. Heck, he CONFESSES to Cassian what he did in the absolute worst possible context, even though John could easily have lied at the party and said he was there to kill some other famous underworld boss. It would have bought him a few minutes! But no, John tells Cassian everything because HE would want to know, in Cassian’s shoes. John is fresh off a massive murder spree because someone took Helen’s last gift to him - he knows exactly how Cassian feels right now.

I think that John is lowkey both a legend and a cautionary tale to people like Cassian, because hey. Even if all your dreams come true and you get to build that perfect life with your person, you could lose everything just like that (see Marcus: “It’s days like this scattered among the rest.”). Is it better to just keep your mouth shut and serve their interests as best you can right now? Or do you gamble everything on an Impossible Task, with the possibility that you lose everything anyway?

#john wick #Helen wick #oh man i forgot how fun getting Helen anons is #SOME CASSIAN/GIANNA FAN OUT THERE HAD BETTER BE READING MY SUBTEXT AND WRITING A 100K BODYGUARD ROMANCE FIC FOR ME #cassian #Gianna d’antonio #my posts

[gyrosnumberonefan]

𝒯𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝑅𝑜𝓂𝑒

𝘈 𝘎𝘺𝘳𝘰 𝘡𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘪 𝘹 𝘰𝘤 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺

Gyro was patching up Gianna, tying bandages around her waist. Albeit pretty roughly, “You’ve got to stop getting yourself hurt all the time” He says in a rough voice, the annoyance prominent in his voice yet there was a hint of worry. Gianna simply looked at him for a brief moment before glancing away. “Can’t promise nothing..” she stated bluntly. Gyro huffed and glared at her before finishing her bandages and standing up. “You’re lucky I have skills in the medical field, otherwise you would have been killed by now.” Gyro glared. Gianna just continued glancing down with that blank look on her face. “I wouldn’t have been killed. I can bandage my own wounds” Gyro scoffed, “Yeah and you do a crap job at it” he stated harshly. Gianna sighed and shook her head as she stayed silent. Gyro glared at her before huffing and getting on his horse, Valkyrie. “Cmon. We’ll ride to a camping place because I don’t trust you not to get hurt if you’re by yourself.” Gianna rolled her eyes in response before mounting her mare, Gelato. Gelato whinnied to Gianna before starting to trot beside Valkyrie. “So.. how’d you get hurt this time?” Gyro asked, trying to start a conversation. Gianna stayed silent before murmuring “Gelato got scared and accidentally knocked me off- to my disliking I fell on some sharp rocks.” Gyro rolled his eyes a bit before sighing “Dang it, if you keep getting hurt-” he paused for a moment trying to think of the right words. “Listen Gianna. If you keep getting hurt there could be a point where I’m not going to find you and be able to patch you up.” Gyro stated, Gianna opened her mouth to say something but Gyro cut her off. “And I know you think you don’t need any help because of your stupid isolation issues and all the walls you put up, but the truth is you’re going to get yourself killed if you keep this up,” He said sternly and seriously. Gianna stayed silent as she took in this information, thinking of a response. It was quiet, the only sounds being of the horse's hooves lightly pattering the ground underneath them, and the soft chirping of crickets. Gianna finally spoke up, deciding to swallow her pride for a bit. “I appreciate you always patching me up. Even if I don’t always show it, you’re not so bad.” Gianna stated, her voice soft as a slightly embarrassed blush spread across her face. Gyro stayed speechless for a moment, not used to many people, much less Gianna sharing their gratitude. He just looked over at her before looking back at the road ahead. “Thanks, Gianna you’re not too bad yourself, for a woman anyway” He shrugged with a cocky grin on his face which revealed his golden grills. Gianna just smiled a bit at his response and rolled her eyes. After about half an hour the pair found a place decent enough to set up camp, Gianna got off her horse and started to gather wood for a fire. Meanwhile, Gyro set up his sleeping bag and gave him and Gianna’s horse some water from a nearby pond. Once the fire was done Gianna sat down on a log glancing at the flames before her, she had always enjoyed looking at fire to her it was simply so comforting. Gyro sat beside her and stretched a bit before grinning and asking “So what's for dinner?” Gianna looked over at him and started rummaging through her bags before pulling out two beefsteak tomato soups and pouring them both into a pot before holding the pot over the fire. Gyro just watched as he stretched his back, once the soup was warm Gianna poured it into the two wooden bowls she had, handing one of the bowls to Gyro. “Here.” she said plainly before Gyro took the bowl and smirked “Thanks” he sipped the bowl slowly so as to not burn himself and Gianna did the same. Gianna then glanced over at Gyro noticing his slight shivers so she sighed and gently put her fluffy cloak around his shoulders like a blanket. Gyro was stunned for a moment before a cheeky grin spread across his face.

“Aw, so someone does care I see” He smirked and teased. Gianna simply rolled her eyes in response. “Don’t expect it to be normal, and I expect it back later,” she stated bluntly as she sipped her soup. Gyro shrugged “Well thanks but I didn’t need your cloak, I’ve been way colder than this before.” Gianna huffed slightly at his answer before feeling half of the cloak on her shoulder, Gyro had wrapped it around the both of them. “Now we both won’t freeze to death.” he joked before finishing his soup. Gianna simply glanced at him for a moment before glancing back down. She felt a warm feeling in her chest. Never had she felt so.. Cared for by someone else, her view of everyone had always been that others were selfish and crude. She then made up her mind to lower her mental walls- just for a bit anyway. She then leaned her head slightly on Gyro's shoulder, Gyro shot her a look. His mouth was slightly agape from confusion. “What are you doing?” he questioned with a confused and slightly annoyed look on his face. Gianna quickly sat up. “Sorry. Guess I got too comfortable,” she stated as she slightly glanced down, Gyro sighed and rolled his eyes trying to decide what he was going to do. He finally said “No it’s fine. If you want to do that I guess you can, just this once though” he made sure to say that last part firmly not wanting her to get any ideas. Gianna was slightly surprised but leaned her head on his shoulder once more which in turn Gyro leaned his head softly on hers and the two ended up dozing off like that... They both had feelings in their chest they couldn’t describe as they stayed close to each other as they slept. Maybe, just maybe, these feelings they had for each other would bloom and grow.

Yayy I wrote this a while ago but wanted to share it ^_^ sorry if it’s bad or hard to read I’m not the best at writing lolz!

The teeth header is made by:mmadeinheavenn

The fire header is by:firefly-graphics

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo #gyro zeppeli #oc x canon #steel ball run #jjba oc #jjba sbr #x reader #gyro zeppeli x reader #oc x canon writing

[evren-sadwrn]

My top 5 list of the cuntiest most amazing outfits served by John Wick characters(because the costuming team always be serving goddamn). Anyways hear me yap I’m in a party bored out of my mind

spoilers for all movies in the John Wick series, be warned!!

5. Ms. Perkins — John Wick(2014)

Goth as hell, fucking love it. It was SUCH a serve. Everything is black as shit. The leather boots and gloves?? This entire outfit just screams 2014 goth chick and you know what, she slayed it so much. Too bad she doesn’t get quite enough recognition which is utterly heartbreaking💔💔 Those boots are such a slay and that bag too. I remember watching John Wick for the first time and looking at her and going “is that a 2014 tumblr girl.” And knowing the fact it’s canonly set in 2014 just really makes this all so funny and in a way realistic.

4. Marquis de Gramont — John Wick:Chapter 4(2023)

I like to call this outfit the “let them eat cake” fit because he’s French, an aristocrat, and he was eating cake in this scene. They really put Bill “campy horror boyfriend” Skarsgård in high waisted trousers and a slutty waistcoat. The red is so nice in this scene, it really went well with the golden sunlight that the Marquis is often drenched in. And that pocket watch too is just exquisite. His suit is such a breath of fresh air from all the black/dark outfits that stayed constant throughout the movies. Love how all of his suits are literally not tactical at all and just style. Really solidified his character as a spoiled cunt.

3. Akira Shimazu — John Wick Chapter 4(2023)

Rina Sawayama was so good as Akira oh my lord. I was literally lost for words that mother Sawayama came to slay(she could beat the hell out of anyone) and this outfit!!!! I’m such a sucker for tri-color outfits especially when there’s like two colors that are the same/shades and one color that just heavily contrasts it(in a good way). Oh and the battle outfit underneath was also awesome, love how the costuming team also takes into account that almost everyone in the movies are either hitmen or just need to be fighting.

2. Sofia Al-Alzwar — John Wick: Chapter 3 Parabellum(2019)

First off, I love the Cassablanca Continental, its like the best(in my opinion) out of all Continentals seen so far. I love the entire aesthetic of the place and the fact that Sofia absolutely manages to blend in quite well. She matches the decoration of the Hotel. And that sheer black coat combined with the belt of coins(?). Also, that cute pup<33 I love the embroidery on this, I’m such a sucker for embroidery like on her coat.

1. Gianna D’Antonio — John Wick 2

Holy shit!!!!! Mother Gianna D’Antonio!! Slayed her 10 minutes of screen time fr. That sparkly dress underneath her fur coat. Oh and that coat! I love it so much, I’ve been trying to find like something that resembles it. I am genuinely so in love with Gianna’s outfit in her death scene. Despite the sparkles and sequins, it manages to stay classy which is probably because it’s Claudia Gerini. And seriously, her hair too! Everything about this entire fit just makes it amazing. The sparkling dress makes Gianna eye-catching at the party which is what she probably would have wanted. I am so incredibly salty there wasn’t much else to see from her because I just know that she would’ve had better outfits or a better presence if her brother didn’t send John to kill her.

All in all, the costume teams of all movies managed to make such a good set of clothing for the characters. It gives so much life to their characters and the fact their actors managed to understand their characters too makes this all so beautiful to watch. I’m such a fan of costuming in movies and AHHHHH!!!! I truly do believe that outfits help a lot with audiences getting an idea of a character<333

thank you for reading<3

#john wick #john wick 2 #john wick 3 #john wick 4 #ms perkins #marquis de gramont #marquis vincent de gramont #sofia al-alzwar #gianna d’antonio #adrianne palicki #bill skarsgård #rina sawayama #halle barry #claudia gerini #long post #costume design #🪐rambles #fashion #costuming #movie outfits #movie fashion #movie costuming #fashion design

[dragonridernoobie]

Hellooooo! I’m the one that requested my Oc, Gianna, and I was wondering if you could like do a pt 2 from the first little scenario of her likeee escaping from the Decepticons yk! I don’t rlly know what could happen next, but I just want a little more Megatron and her scene ykykkkkk. Anyways tyyyyy!! <33

Sure, I hope you like it!

MegatronXGianna Part.2

Soon after Gianna falls into the groundbridge, the autobors are there to greet her.

They tell her how worried they where and to see if she was okay.

When Gianna shoes she stole some information from the decpticons, they would be very surprised but also pleased.

They would Obviously tell Gianna not to do somthing so risky again.

The autobots will keep an extra eye on Gianna since there is no doubt the decpticons will be looking out for her.

Soon, Gianna will have to go with the autobots on a mission.

There, they come across some decpticons.

Megatron was also there, and he had eyes on Gianna.

Soon, Gianna and Megatron will be face to face while everyone is fighting around then.

Megatron: "we meet again gianna."

Gianna: "what do you want bucket head?"

Megatron: "you would watch you're tongue."

Gianna: "please. I can fight you 1 on 1."

Megatron: "want to do it then? Let's make a deal."

Gianna: "please, making a deal with you? That's the most stupided thing I ever heard."

Megatron: "I don't think you understand, if you are able to knock me over, I will give you any information."

Ginna: "and if I lose?"

Megatron: "you come with me."

Ginna: "......"

Gianna agrees and they start to fight. Megatron tries to slap ginna since he can't use his sword without killing them.

While they fight, ginna uses her arm to punch at megatrons arms and forms a blaster to shoot at him.

While the fight was starting to turn into megatrons favor, the autobots called for Gianna, running toawrd her.

Megatron got distracted, giving ginna a perfect chance to shoot one last shot and knocking over megatron.

Gianna smiles and Megatron who stairs at her with awe.

Ginna: "I want to know why you want me to come with you."

Before megatron could respawn, the autobots grab Gianna and run thru the groundbridge since more decpticons arrived.

Later that night, while gianna is alseep in her home.

ginna's computer gets a notification from somone named megatronus.

I hope you like it!!!!

Maybe a part 3 😏😏😏😏

Up to you though

#transformers tfp #megatron x gianna #tfp megatron #decpticon #headcanon

[thewhumpcaretaker]

The Broken Veil: Sneak Peak of Chapter 1

I will hopefully be releasing this fic (my first ever released) on AO3 soon, but I'm waiting for my account invite, so enjoy this preview in the meantime. This will be a highly indulgent 18+ fic focused on whump, hurt/comfort, and dacryphilia. TWs for this chapter: grief, crying, nightmare

Summary: John Wick has just agreed to kill Santino’s sister, Gianna, repaying the marker that gave him a life with Helen. However, Helen is trying to contact John from the afterlife, to show him that it is possible to stop the cycle of violence – not by forfeiting his own life, but by creating a fundamental shift in international systems and perhaps even the balance of good and evil in this world. But he doesn’t have to do it alone. She’s coming back.

Autumn evening in New York reels between gold and grey. A pale white sky bruises over with grey smog. Even the sky is beaten in New York, and yet even the sky sparkles. Golden streetlamps and distant red flashes hang as earthly stars between the glassy black voids of skyscraper walls. Airport whiskey sparkles amber in John Wick’s grasp, and his inward body buzzes faintly against its motionless exterior. Not drunk, not tipsy, not that it would matter. He knows himself drunk, drugged, tired, bleeding, the way the machine of his body handles in every state.

On the street below, a child in a woolen pea coat grabs onto his mother’s hand as they step up into the queue to check luggage. From the bar, John can’t see their faces, only the knit caps crowning both their heads. The boy has a backpack as his carry-on, and it’s too large for him. He shifts uncomfortably. At his movement, the mother fusses and leans down to adjust it. John’s eyes are fixed on her. They begin walking again and the child, excited by something on the far side of the taxi line, dashes towards oncoming traffic.  She pulls the little boy back from the street as a car swings recklessly close to the curb. John flinches away from the scene. It was hardly a close call – the kid had a long way to go before reaching the road, and even then, no doubt the car could have swerved at that speed. But it’s the sentiment of the thing, her tenderness…another swig of whiskey so he can’t finish the thought, and he turns from the window.

Drifting, playing the businessman without effort, scanning the crowd, uneasy with this moment of peace between wars. Stay in the moment anyway. Black wingtips clicking too crisply on grimy tile.  A glimpse of his reflection in the storefront of a candy shop, an impeccable mask. First class is boarding at JFK Gate 11, direct to Rome. No threats among the passengers – not that he expected any, but an enclosed box in the sky is a bad place to run into an enemy. It’s an opportunity he’s exploited himself in the past. A cordial smile to the flight attendant.

Now there is no more moment to stay in. Only the trans-Atlantic stretch of night, brutally alone.

He doesn’t want to be here. He knows how the machine of his body handles in every state, and right now he handles it by tricking it into doing what it’s ordered to do. Don’t think about doing anything, don’t think about killing. Just sit still, stare straight ahead, and don’t talk yourself out of this job. The job right now is to stare at the blinking light on the wing of the plane and not move, that’s all.  He remembers Gianna in their youth. She didn’t want to be a part of all this. She never had much in common with Santino. His ruthlessness, sure, but it was in service of something other than a desperate grasp for authority. She lived her life her way, pursued pleasure quietly between business, on her own terms. Don’t think about it. He thinks about how to do it instead. It’ll be right to give her a moment to face her death. Worth the risk. He owes her that much. Or is that the body rebelling again? Don’t think about it at all. Go to sleep.

He leans back and shuts himself down.

***

He’s making coffee for Helen. The bag crinkles as he scoops rich grounds into the machine. This feels so vivid, he can even smell it. He freezes. Feels vivid…this isn’t real. Lucid dream. They are always so fragile, they don’t have much time. Where is she?  Movement, out of the corner of his eye. Between the kitchen curtains, he can see her outside in the garden, her back to him. The way her hair falls above the cotton of a simple sundress, the way it just touches her shoulders…she is before him, he is ready to do anything to get to her. “Helen!”

She turns towards him and her face flares with a mirror of his own desperation. She points to the front door and disappears to the left, and he runs to meet her. There is a strange vastness to the entryway, he can’t reach the far end, but the door is already open. Only the screen is locked, and she’s trying the latch, silhouetted in light. He can feel his racing pulse all the way through his wrists now. She’s looking at him with so much urgency, his heart rattles almost sickeningly with each test of the latch and she’s saying over and over, “Rome, John, Rome! The moment is coming. Let me in.”

***

When he gasps awake, his lungs are already heavy with tears. There’s something darkly gorgeous about the disoriented longing still raging through him like an adrenaline shot and he lets it linger. Hope.

It takes him several minutes to even become irritated with that final twist. A play on words, a stupid, too-obvious, unoriginal trick of the unconscious, lacking the elegance she deserves. “Home, John, home. The moment is coming. Let me in.” If I ever can, I always will. Believe me. But I can’t. He crushes a sob against his rib cage with a deep inhale, swallows, and buries his face in his hands for a moment. Don’t even go there, don’t even imagine the impossible. Then he watches the sun make sheens of silver over the jagged European coastline, still basking in the memory of how she fought to reach him.

***

From the edge of the finite, a form withdraws, regathering strength but burning with the lingering sight of him.

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[astralfandoms]

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I'm putting the excerpts down below the cut that way it's obvious which places it is but yeah!! vote!! >:3c

Chapter 1

“But what if you can’t? Then what are we going to do if you mess it up?” Beau snapped, stomping her foot in frustration.

“I’m not going to mess it up.” Gianna snapped back, slamming her hands on the keyboard in frustration as she shoots an angry glare at her sibling.

“Then why did it even mess up in the first place? You must’ve done something wrong about charting our course back!”

“At least I’m the one who actually tries learning how to pilot this ship!” Gianna growled angrily.

“GUYS!” Timmy shouted, making both of their attentions snap over to their cousin.

He was pointing at the screen, which now displayed a new message.

INPUT ACCEPTED. EJECTION SEQUENCE STARTED.

Chapter 1…2!

DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD CHANGE MY NARRATIVE WITHOUT ME KNOWING?

…

To be honest?

No.

But, that doesn’t matter.

I’m not going to let you ruin things again.

Chapter 2

And anything that Gianna had been thinking was thrown out of her head upon looking at the girl. She had beautiful blonde hair that looked like waves of honey, golden eyes that glittered like gold, and a dazzling smile. She wore a red cloak that was fastened with a golden coin, a salmon shirt, red brown pants, teal boots, and purple gloves.

Chapter 2…2!

However, her attention was briefly grabbed by this feeling of eyes burning into the back of her head.

But, when she turned around, there was nobody there other than the residents on the island milling about, doing their normal schedules.

Shaking her head and deciding that it was just some sort of paranoia, Gianna jogged to catch up with her cousin and Ally, though she couldn’t quite shake the feeling that someone or something was watching her.

Chapter 3

“What are you doing here?” the masculine voice from before growled from behind the three of them.

Beau turned around slowly and nearly dropped RUMBi as she was face to face with a very familiar face.

Someone who she had never seen in the flesh herself, and only had heard stories about.

Someone who shared her cousin’s black hair with a widow peak and ice blue eyes.

That person being Alphonse Capone, Timmy’s other biological father and her Uncle Tim’s ex-fiancé.

And, from the look on his face, he was pissed at her.

Chapter 4

“Why don’t you come with us? Because, if we’re going to plan on something against them, we need somewhere safe and secure and why not relax a little before we do that?” Gianna suggested cheerfully.

Ally hesitated, before nodding as she took stars hand.

“Sure, why not?”

She tried to ignore the look that Timmy gave her, because if looks could kill, she would be dead tenfold.

Chapter 5

“It’ is wonderful hearing you listen to reason. But first…” The being drawled, shining brighter.

In the blink of an eye, the being was right in front of Felicity, grabbing soft by the throat and lifting her into the air, causing soft to scrabble against the tight grip.

“We need to make sure this one doesn’t talk.” Break said with a hiss to breaks words.

There was a sudden jolt of electricity through softs body before soft’s passed out, the last thing that soft saw being Alphonse’s horrified face.

Chapter 6

“I don’t know, okay! Why are you making such a big deal out of this?!” Gianna bit back, stamping her foot.

“Because you’re acting as if some random girl you met is more important than your own family!”

The words came spilling out of his mouth before he could stop them, making Gianna gasp. Stars surprise quickly turned into rage as she huffed and sat down abruptly. And that was the final straw as Timmy grabbed his jacket and made sure the teleporter badge was secured onto the zipper. He glared over at Gianna, who looked surprised.

Chapter 6…2!

“He is?” the goon, Emil, asked, brows furrowing in confusion as blue glanced from one to the other.

“He is. I was just showing him around but he ended up going ahead of me to see the HQ. Isn’t that right?” the girl replied calmly, putting an arm around Timmy’s shoulders and looking down at him casually.

“Yeah! That’s why I was wanting to head inside! Because I assumed I would be allowed in, my bad.” Timmy laughed off, internally freaking out about how easy this was.

Chapter 6…3!

However, before Beau could clarify, there was the loud sound of doors slamming open, causing the entire lobby to go silent, including even RUMBI and J4N1-T0R. Timmy turned around and saw that, standing in the doorway opposite of where he had come in, was none other than his biological father.

And he did not look happy.

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[zephyruse]

Starlight, Starbright

●☆ A the story of a goddess☆●

PROLOGUE

"I’m not trapped in a tower, hidden away so I can be protected from the world. I'm in this tower so the world can be protected from me.”- unknown

Feel free to give me pointers!

I look out the window, a particularly troubled expression on my face. Years. It's been years since I've been outside, since I've seen my people. I’ve tried everything. Using my dresses as rope from a window four stories up, sneaking out the back gates, even dressing up as one the maids. I long to feel the sun, to feel the rain. Anything to make me feel human.

Though, it's controversial to say anything about humans anymore.

It's been 10 years since it happened. The war that ruined everyone’s life. We won, and yet, it truly feels like we lost. The humans have gone away into hiding, because if they don’t they’ll be killed. We hide away in our towers not because we’re scared of them, but the sheer power we hold as gods scares the moonlights and solarflares. We scare our people.

I’m on my thirteenth diary entry, trying my best not to tear the book and the whole room apart, when I hear footsteps. They’re swift and almost silent, but I hear them. I know who's coming.

"You know better than to be by your window with no blinds.” She says as she enters the room.

“Sorry Mother.” I say as I close the window.

Mother was irritating but at least pleasing to the eye. She wore an elegant, livid colored dress with a perfectly straight and simple crown

“Seriously, what is with you? You only ever leave this room when you’re asked-”

“Forced,” I spat, “I was forced."

“Whatever,”  She yelled, “My point still stands. You are a princess. You should start acting  like it.” She pointed, jabbing my chest

“As you wish, your majesty.” i back up and bow

She turned her head indignantly and left, leaving the door open and me alone. I already knew she meant for me to follow, and I couldn't object to my mother. So I did.  The castle isn’t a place I traverse often.  It's big, elegant, and regal. The walls have paintings all over them, painted by some of the best painters of Etherenesca. The workers of the castle scurry around, with a huge fear of bumping into us ( which I think is no way to live.) There's about three floors, 4 if you count the roof, and each one has a purpose. The 1st floor is completely dedicated to the workers. It has rooms for them, though mother and father never see to it that they’re good rooms, and it's where most of their work is done. It also holds the ballroom and throne room, where mother and father receive guests. The 2nd floor is mostly for the royal family. Mother and father have their chambers on the left wing, I have mine on the right. Their chamber is more dull than mine, using more grayscale colors than the vibrant ones I paint on my walls. The 3rd floor is for activities. Apparently, it was specifically built for me when I was younger, so I would have something to do when I was older. It has a library, a paint studio, a design room for sewing, and a diplomatic office ( though I'm pretty sure that is for my father).  And 4th is the roof. No one is allowed up there anymore.

“Are you even listening, Iridiana?,”  Mother asked, pulling me out of my head yet again, “Seriously Iri, this is why we didnt have more of you, always in your head about something or the other.”

She mumbled something else and started walking up the stairs.

“Jericho!” Mother practically screamed.

My dad appeared from the diplomacy room, clearly upset at being called. He was wearing a similarly colored suit with a big, regal crown. He loved to show off.

“Yes, Gianna?” He basically groaned.

“You were supposed to be in the throne room hours ago, not playing fix it with your council.”

“ I am not playing, Gianna, I am trying to fix the economy you broke!”

Mother rolled her eyes, turned and motioned for us to follow. Although we all knew that we don't really sleep much, all of us looked extra tired at that moment.

The throne room was big. It had three thrones in the middle of the room, my parents' thrones on either side of mine. It was made of pure marble flooring and golden arches on the ceiling. Unusually, the throne room was full of people.

No, not people.

Prisoners.

What was she doing?

I looked around. All of these people..they were human. They wore dirty clothing and were shivering, but not from the cold.  They were in a cage guarded by 5 of the best guards we have. I stopped. I refused to walk forward. I refuse to know what she's trying to do and I refuse to partake in it.

“What are you doing, Iri, ” Mother asked, “ Your throne is that way.”

“Yes, but i'm not going.” I began to back up slowly. I wasn’t going.

“You will go or spend a week in the dungeons.”  She glared, daring me to try her.

As much as I wanted to, I didn't.

I walked forward as the people shivered, fearing for their very lives. I feel powerless. I feel hopeless. I feel…

“Greetings guests and prisoners,” Mother started, interrupting my thoughts yet again, “Today is a joyous day for solar flares, moonlights, and gods alike. Today, we rid the world of these humans, starting with these ones.”

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“As you all may now, many years ago, humans were on top. They thought that they could use us. Belittle us. They used us as slaves and categorized us as cargo. But our powers awakened, Beni the god above gods, Blessed us with our gifts. To take over and make them pay for what their kind did.”

This was so wrong. There were children in that cage. They didn't do anything. None of them did.

“Bring the first prisoner”

Tears. I don’t know who started to cry first. Me, or the family of the first prisoner.

He was tall, a little muscular, but looked soft. He was wearing dirty overalls and had dirt all over his body. He hung his head of curly dark hair as his shackles were dragged in front of the queen.

He was tall, a little muscular, but looked soft. He was wearing dirty overalls and had dirt all over his body. He hung his head of curly dark hair as his shackles were dragged in front of the queen.

“Hephorus!” A little girl cried. Presumably, his family. My tears were trying to increase steadily, but I held them back.

I had to do something.

But what?

“So, Hephourus,” Mother started, “Do you answer to the crime? Do you admit what a terrible crime it is to even exist as what you are?”

She aimed her hand at him

Aura projection. She was going to kill him. She was going to kill all of them.

“No!” I said

I jumped in front of him. My own aura caused such a blast of light that everyone was blasted back to the nearest wall.

The throne room was a wreck. The furniture was broken, and the cage melted in the light, all the humans running away because of it. Hephorous, or whatever his name was, was under me and took most of the hit. We were hidden by a wall, and no one could really see us unless they were looking.

“Ow…” I groaned.

Hephorus groaned too, but it sounded like he was in more pain than i was in.

“What did I do…” I whispered.

I slowly stood up, But was careful not to reveal myself.

“Find her! NOW!” Mother screamed, “ And round up the prisoners too!”

I flinched. I would have to find them before her, but first is checking myself and hephorous for major injuries. I looked down.

He was bleeding from his head, but he looked conscious. He was looking at me with hazy eyes. I was bleeding too, but from my arm. It was numb right now, so that’s probably something to be concerned about later.

“Thank…you…”  He said.

I crouched down. He looked in awful shape. I would have to get him somewhere in order to treat those wounds.

“You’re welcome…ah…what was it? Hephorous?”

He tried to nod and grunted at the pain

“Try not to move your head,” I whispered, “You got hit pretty bad. And stay quiet.”

I put up my hands .

“One means yes, two means no. Got it?”

He put up one.

“We have to go somewhere that isn't here to treat your wounds, and I know a place. Do you think you can walk?”

Two.

“Great.” I groaned.  I looked around at my options.

The throne room was empty. No one was in here anymore, and there are plenty of exits from the castle here. Since we're on the first floor, the windows are my first choice.

“We’re going out by the windows. Give me your hand.”

He obliged and I lifted him up. I basically dragged him to the nearest window. I opened it, as it was the size of a giant, walking out into the gardens with him. By now, it was nightfall, so we could travel in darkness.

“Take deep, quiet breaths, okay?”

He did.

We hobbled all the way to the gardener's house (Which was deep in the woods) and locked the door behind ourselves. I was sure I was gonna be killed the next time Mother sees me.

“Listen.. I’m gonna treat your wounds, and I'll keep you in here. Nobody ever goes in here  cause we haven’t had an official gardener in forever.”

I put him on the bed and found a towel to wet.  I wiped the blood and put the towel in a bucket.

“Name…” He whispered

“Hm?” I said

“Your…Name…” He asked again.

“Iridiana Camille Saint-Fleur.”  I say, Now treating my own wound before I could start feeling it again.

“Iri..” He whispered. And then fell fast asleep.

I pulled up the blankets on him and began contemplating the big question.

What in Beni's name was that?

Only the cosmic gods had any kind of power that big. My mother wasn’t a cosmic god, and neither was my father. And if I had powers that strong… what did this mean?

I didn’t know what else to do except sleep. So that's what i did

I wake up sweating, almost jolting out of my bed. I had a nightmare, but what I saw when I woke up wasn’t nightmarish at all.

“Good..Morning?” I say, confused as to what hephorus was doing.

“Mornin’.” He said.

He was making breakfast. That much I gathered, but what I couldn't say.

“Look,you can stay here, but I can't, otherwise they’ll find you. My mom has a funny way of tracking me sometimes. She can see a general idea but never the exact point, so it's never safe for others if I stay for long.”

He nodded slowly, trying not to irritate his head wound. I start to head out.

“Oh, Hephorous?” He looked up slowly, “For what it's worth, I will not reign like my mother.”

He offered me a small smile, and I headed out, locking the door behind me.

Time to face my mother.

“How could you do such a thing!” Mother screamed, “How could you let them escape! How could you *help them*?!”

“I’m sorry, mother.” I lied

“ Yes. You will be.” She yelled as she snapped her fingers, and I was transported to my tower.

My tower is the place I go when I do something bad in my mother or fathers eyes. It's an empty place. With nothing but a bed, I sit here for weeks on end sometimes. I hated my tower.

I screamed when she first put me in here. I screamed, yelled, and kicked. I soon realized no one could hear me. That this place was so far from people. I remember that moment like it was yesterday.

I was about ten, playing in the kitchens, when I spilled flour on myself. I thought my dress was so pretty. I cried about it. And when I wouldn't stop crying, Mother snapped her fingers, and here I was. I cried for hours until, eventually, I just collapsed on the bed and slept until one day I woke in my bed, and my mother acted like nothing happened.

I am so tired of her. I'm so tired of this. I just sat and wept.

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